#i nearly threw my computer against a wall while typing this up so

[arcticmonkeysaf]

Translation of Alex Turner’s interview in ICON magazine 

Alex Turner, leader of Arctic Monkeys, the biggest rock band of the 21st century, and perhaps its last hope

"What the hell is this?"

We've just arrived at the location of our interview with Alex Turner, leader of Arctic Monkeys, who is absolutely awestruck. It's the first floor of the Bethnal Green Town Hall Hotel in London, an ancient Edwardian building with touches of art deco, converted, of course, into a hotel. In a room of the first floor, a photoshoot has just taken place.

"Well, I don't know, I think the people are getting married," says the press agent, attempting to explain some of the excitement it's provoked in Alex being in the space, without getting too carried away: we still have a job to do. Alex begins to run through the hall, the site of council meetings of the Bethnal Green since 1910, when the building was constructed. Nearly all civic government buildings in Spain are smaller, and certainly not as lovely as this place.

The writer of Fake Tales of San Francisco has already seated himself in the chair we suspect belongs to the mayor.

"What do you want? A fine or a wedding?" he jokes.

The press agent leaves, but the leader of the band formed in the era when teenagers no longer wanted to form rock bands can't keep still. He runs between the benches until he's standing in the spot meant for the speaker.

"A hundred pounds! Look here's £100!" He procures two rosy £50 notes. I suggest to him that we should keep them. He laughs. I decide not to insist. I say instead we should start the interview, after all we are here to talk about Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino, the sixth album by the band, not to get married or chat. He stops laughing. It's a shame that Alex Turner becomes such a timid person, careful and cautious, when the tape recorder starts. Before he assumes the role of frontman of the group that launched AM four years ago and made it the best selling vinyl record of the 21st century, he permits himself one last question.

"Would you get married here?" We look around - myself still thinking about those £100 - while we get cozy in two benches in the last row. I answer no, that's it's all very interesting, but not at all romantic.

"I agree. Motion denied," he decides.

Rising to fame in the middle of the last decade, Arctic Monkeys have become a phenomenon thanks to a handful of songs a friend converted into mp3 - they say that they, despite being part of the digital age, had problems even turning on a computer - which soon began to spread on the Internet. It was the raucous, intelligent, and British response to The Strokes. Seeing them on the stage in those early days, before the premiere of their debut album, Whatever People Say I Am That's What I'm Not, which would see the light of day in 2006 and would become the fastest selling debut album ever in Britain within in its first week of release, was a tremendously peculiar experience. Four kids at 3 a.m. making a spectacular noise in the Sala Razzmatazz in Barcelona, but who could barely reach the bar counter to order a drink.

More than a decade has passed and they've recorded four albums more. A brilliant sequel (Favourite Worst Nightmare), another risky, rapturous and rocking (Humbug, recorded en the California desert with Josh Homme), a delicate and underrated return to pop (Suck It and See) and a million-dollar beast, a sex-soundtrack record called AM. And then, they stopped.

"When we stopped touring in 2014, nearly everyone in the band was about to get married, or having kids, or another kid. The end of those concerts was much like the end of another chapter. We were all 28 or 29 and it felt like everything was about to change. During this neverending tour I thought that record would be with me forever. It was the longest tour we had ever done. Now I think we extended it because we knew that when it ended it would be the end of something bigger than just a series of concerts. I expected everything to change, well, I felt that even though the numbers said the opposite, in the end we had less than we started with," remembers Turner, about the final days we would see the band together in public.

Now all living in the U.S., each of the band members went on his own path. Alex returned to The Last Shadow Puppets, a band loved by Arctic Monkeys devotees. There Turner splits responsibilities with his friend Miles Kane, a guy with impeccable taste but with terrible ideas. In 2016 the pair played the mainstage at Primavera Sound, where they were the headliners. That performance was grotesque. The image of Turner, who looked like a mix between an actor in Rebeldes and a finalist in an Elvis impersonators competition, had only a semblance of Arctic Monkeys of AM. In that context he made a bit of a joke of himself. Compared to the boy who, as an adolescent, was rejected by a second-hand clothing shop in Sheffield because he was too shy, it had gotten out of hand.

"That was..." His words are halting, he speaks very slowly, he leaves sentences unfinished and even stops a joke short if he finds the punchline isn't as funny as he'd thought. "I think what I wanted to say with that image and that attitude have been said. It's over."

Now Turner sports long hair and a beard which has been the object of controversy among his fans, who even launched a Change.org campaign for him to shave it.

"There's a lot of scrutiny around our next step, I know. We've always tried to be discreet with what we do, where and with whom. It's normal, but I don't think we do it on purpose. In this age, it's hard to keep secrets. With this record we tried and even just getting to the studio, the sound engineer goes and posts a picture of us. Everyone is so crazy these days, they act like they're Columbo. 'I saw this, I spotted that guy...'" explains Turner when asked how it's possible that a band as big as his, who will be the headliners at Primavera Sound and at MadCool, has managed to make sure that, even with only a month left until the record's launch, no one knows absolutely anything about it.

"I don't know if not getting involved in social media is something we do on purpose to protect the band, but it helps," says Turner, introducing the topic of being offline. "Maybe it's not in our DNA to expose ourselves. I've put so much into the music that I don't know what more I can do with that. I can't open a Twitter account because I think everything's there, in the songs. I'd make a fool of myself if I started tweeting. See, social media doesn't bother me, truthfully, but when you become the version of yourself you've created in the virtual world there's something there that allows people to do their worst against you. And you can also do your worst against them. The consequences of that I can't even imagine, but I don't want them."

We've had to listen to Tranquility Base in a version that downloads and is scheduled for automatic deletion the next week. The band have asked us not to ask anything personal, days after an encounter Alex had with a journalist from The Times. There is no single before the release, but there is a new logo for the band's image. The only photograph of Turner is the one taken by a guard in an airport days before this meeting and which has reactivated the fierce debate with respect to the Sheffielder's beard. It's a record release like the ones before, but Turner hardly seems like a global superstar. I tell him that one time I interviewed Beyoncé and they sat me at one end of a massive table and told me that I shouldn't even think about touching her, and that, on another occasion interviewing Chris Cornell, I had to go into a hotel room that was completely dark and had to confirm that the voice answering my questions was actually the grunge singer's.

"Would you like some water?" Turner interrupts, and, before I can respond, fills my glass.

During the hours after our meeting, the first new photo of the band is made public (they look as though they're dressed for a wedding in December of 1972 in Iceland) and they publish the details and tracklisting of their latest record, which was recorded in Paris, London, and Los Angeles, where the band members now reside. But what most strikes me is the first line. "I just wanted to be one of The Strokes, now look at the mess you've made me make," sings Turner on “Star Treatment”, a gem of a song that marks the tone of an album destined to confound all those who expected something bombastic, expansive, and hormonal. The LP has songs with titles as fabulous as The Ultracheese, Batphone, or The World's First Ever Monster Truck Front Flip. Imagine Richard Hawley going on tour with comedian Andy Kaufman and performing only in Sheraton hotels located in state capitals, or Scott Walker in the pub, singing after a Sheffield United match. It's deliciously decadent and promises to polarize the opinions of millions of their fans. Is [Turner] nervous? And, more importantly, is he confident?

"Let's see, I think I remember feeling a bit like that with this last record. I wasn't sure if it was the right album. Are we going down the wrong path? It always happens. When I showed the first songs to my manager, to the people from the record label and my colleagues, a lot of the reactions were 'It's very unique.' I thought it was unique, but not that much. I doubted whether it was the right record for the Monkeys. So, Jamie came to my house and stayed with me for two weeks while we recorded. His enthusiasm for the songs confirmed to me that it was the right choice. If this is what comes out of me, that's what it is. I think we can do what we want to do, it's our band. So there's no reason to worry about whether it's a hit or not," he says about a record that, from time to time, evokes loneliness.

"Yes, a little bit," concedes Turner. "There's always been something in me that has made me isolated in life. But until now, I don't know why, I've avoided touching upon that on a creative level. The words passed through a very long process of refinement. It's been complicated getting here. For example, that first line about The Strokes. I fought hard against it, I wanted it but I didn't want it. I thought, "Hell, I'll leave it, because I know I'll change it because it's impossible that I'll end up saying this nonsense." And it got to a point that I thought, "If I feel like this, why not say it? I should be honest."

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung �� Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

[ynscrazylife]

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I Wasn’t Enough | l.l angst fic

Summary: Y/N and Lena are in love. However, when Y/N recognizes that Lena has feelings for Kara, their relationship gets put in jeopardy.

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Y/N hadn’t been able to contain her excitement when she was approved to work on an article on L-Corp and the woman behind it, Lena Luthor. She had found the woman’s story fascinating and wanted to shine some light on the shift from Luthor Corp to L-Corp, and this was her time to do so. 

The moment she set foot in Lena’s office, though, she knew she was screwed. 

She had seen the woman in pictures and watched her press conferences on T.V, but seeing the magnicant lady in person was a surreal experience, mostly because of how gorgeous she was. Y/N found herself instantly distracted, unable to keep from feeling dazed as she saw the brunette so graciously finish up typing whatever she was typing on her computer, stand up, and offer her the biggest, most charming smile Y/N had ever seen. 

“Hello! My friend, Kara Danvers, told me you were coming. I’m Lena Luthor, nice to meet you,” Lena’s voice which almost made Y/N swoon pulled her from her thoughts and she blinked, suddenly remembering what she was here for. 

(She couldn’t help but be in awe, though, because of how down to earth Lena was. She still introduced herself like a normal human even though of course, Y/N knew who she was!) 

“I’m, uh, Y/N Y/L/N! It’s nice to meet you, too, Ms Luthor - I, uh, apologize, I’m not usually this nervous,” she forced herself to say, lightly chuckling off the awkwardness. Crap, what was she doing?!

She shook Lena’s hand (and nearly fainted right then and there). “Oh, don’t apologize! No need to be nervous, darling - oh and you can just call me Lena,” Lena said, smiling and waving off Y/N’s concerns as she sat back at her desk.

Y/N had no clue what was going on. Lena seemed to have put a spell on her because the moment she said that, Y/N felt better about the interview, having been reassured, but then a whole new worry racked her body: Lena Luthor had just called her “darling”!!! The up and down of emotions was making her stomach do somersaults. 

The reporter took a couple deep breaths and cleared her throat so she wouldn’t vomit from being overwhelmed before sitting down in the chair across from Lena, beginning the interview. 

The rest was history and, seeing as they were both good friends of Kara’s, it wasn't long before she spilled the beans on her secret identity as Supergirl and the couple became unofficial members of the unofficial group, the Superfriends.

They were having their weekly game night, Lena sitting in an armchair with Y/N on her lap, Kara, James, and Alex on the couch, Winn on the floor, and J’onn in another armchair. Laugher and skies filled the room, accompanied with the faint smell of wine and the lipstick stains on the discarded glasses. 

“Damn, Luthor, you’re sneaky,” Kara grumbled as she fished in her pile of Monopoly money to get the correct amount she needed to pay Lena for landing on her property. 

Lena chuckled as Y/N took the fake money from Kara and handed it to her. “All apart of business, baby,” she commented. 

Everyone laughed it off, but Y/N tensed up. Was Lena flirting with Kara? She looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend and Lena furrowed her eyebrows before a look of realization washed over her face. She quickly shook her head, indicating that the nickname was harmless, and kissed Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N brushed it aside. It was just a meaningless comment. She slumped her tense shoulders, forcing her mind not to wander to the many “What If’s” that could possibly happen. What if it wasn't just a comment? What if-?

“Your turn, Y/N!” 

Y/N blinked, taking a second to realize what Alex said, and jumped up to grab the dice (she would have fallen off Lena’s lap had the brunette not wrapped her arms around her, and Y/N relaxed at her touch. 

She rolled it around in her hands before dropping it and moving her piece to her own property which she had landed on. As the game continued on, everything was normal. However, it was impossible for Y/N to miss the small talk Lena would occasionally make with Kara and how her comments were just on the line between cautious and flirtatious. She also noticed every time Lena would practically be giving the blonde heart eyes, but just tried to ignore it, telling herself that she’d talk to Lena later and everything would turn out fine. 

. . .  . . .  . . .   

“Lena, can I talk to you?” Y/N asked as they sat down for breakfast, both drinking coffee on the late Saturday morning. 

Lena glanced up from the newspaper she was reading and hummed an enthusiastic nod before taking a sip from her mug. 

Y/N nodded, eyes falling onto the table as she thought for a moment to sort out her thoughts. Taking a couple steady breaths, she asked, “Please don't take this the wrong way . . . Are you attracted to Kara?” 

Lena blinked, staring at her for a second before realizing she was serious. The CEO shook her head, forcing out a chuckle. “What? No. What makes you think that?” She said. 

Y/N couldn’t decide whether or not to be relived. She sighed. “Just some things you were saying and looks you were giving her last night,” she muttered. 

Lena scoffed, biting her lip before shaking her head more decidedly. “Do you really not trust me?” She spat out in a hiss, making Y/N recoil from the sudden harshness.

“What?” Was the only thing Y/N could say as she was dumbfounded.

Lena nodded slowly. “Why did I actually think that you’d be any different from everyone else in my life? You don’t trust me! You think I like Kara!” She said, on the verge of anger overtaking her. She pushed her chair back and stood up.

Y/N shook her head, needing a minute to process what was happening. “I didn’t mean it like that-” she began to say.

“Uh-huh,” Lena retorted mockingly. “I wasn’t planning on going into L-Corp today but I need to cool off.”

Before Y/N had even gotten out of the kitchen to follow her, she was met with the slam of the door bouncing off her walls. She stood, stunned.

What the hell had happened?

She spent the rest of the day in distress, replaying the argument over and over again in her head and each time it got worse. Each time in her mind Lena glared a little harder, was even more ruthless in her tone, or the door slamming was louder. Lena also let her phone calls go to voicemail, leaving Y/N in her thoughts. Was Lena right? Did she not trust her girlfriend? Or did she catch something that Lena didn’t even know about herself?

Did Lena like Kara?

She couldn’t decide.

When the keys were finally jingling in the door, Y/N jumped up from their bed and ran out to meet her girlfriend, her cheeks stained with tear streaks.

Lena didn’t look to happy, either. Her eyes were a little red and puffy and she was frowning.

“I did a lot of thinking today . . . And I talked to Kara,” Lena said, cutting immediately to the point. Her words, combined with her low and defeated tone, gave Y/N a sinking feeling in her stomach. “I’ve suppressed these feelings for a while, I realized, but . . . You were right. I like Kara. And . . . She likes me, too.”

Y/N felt like she was just hit with a truck. “What are you saying?” She asked, voice cracking from emotion as she sniffed and could feel big tears bubbling. “Are you planning to leave me for her?”

Lena didn’t look at her. She kept her gaze on the floor and opened her mouth to say something, which gave Y/N the slightest amount of hope, before it was ripped away from her when Lena stifled a sigh and shut her mouth.

There were a couple moments of silence that just pounded against Y/N’s head. “I should have know that I wasn’t enough for the CEO of L-Corp. That you’d want Supergirl,” she finally settled on saying. It was just filled with disappointment, sadness, and anger, lacking in bitterness or pity, as she realized that the fear she had ignored that Lena would fall for Kara was now painfully coming to life.

“I guess I’ll go pack my things,” Y/N continued, feeling lost and without any hope at all when Lena didn’t say anything, didn’t even try and tell her she was wrong. She sniffed and stomped her foot when her girlfriend was just content for her to walk away. “It’s good I didn’t sell my apartment yet. We’re done.”

With a glare, she turned around and angrily threw all her belongings into suitcases while Lena stood in the same exact spot, looking at the floor.

[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung  

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff 

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k 

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2 

gif creds to @iconicspearb​ ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart. 

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess. 

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.  

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends. 

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!” 

“SpearB?!” 

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!” 

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis. 

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else. 

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip. 

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal. 

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air. 

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented. 

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement. 

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage. 

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice. 

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.” 

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special. 

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings. 

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy. 

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding. 

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax. 

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing. 

He was fucking mesmerizing. 

He hadn’t even said a word. 

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery. 

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics. 

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you. 

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club. 

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours. 

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief. 

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that? 

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles. 

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you. 

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...” 

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.” 

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?” 

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.” 

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?” 

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.” 

“Heh, you’re probably right.” 

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.” 

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.” 

“Want one of us to walk you home?” 

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good. 

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.” 

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay...don’t forget!” 

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs. 

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead. 

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips. 

Or was it one right and two lefts? 

The street lights blurred into green and white lines. 

I should be there shouldn’t I? 

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill. 

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night? 

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard. 

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees. 

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--” 

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again. 

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?” 

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask. 

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?” 

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs. 

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?” 

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.” 

“--You need someone to walk you home?” 

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain. 

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.” 

“Are you luring me right now?” 

“What?! No!” 

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before. 

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?” 

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment. 

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.” 

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches. 

“Hey! What the--” 

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?” 

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous. 

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly. 

“All done. Better?” 

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think. 

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--” 

“--Have I met you before?” 

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.” 

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?” 

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.” 

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them. 

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention. 

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.” 

“That’s honorable.” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You want me to continue being respectful?” 

“Do you want to be?” 

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.” 

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.  

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.” 

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it. 

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you. 

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg. 

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough. 

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.” 

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good. 

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip. 

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more. 

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants. 

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls. 

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere. 

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.” 

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping. 

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging. 

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing. 

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?” 

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion. 

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little. 

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--” 

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther. 

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together. 

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms. 

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--” 

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other. 

“Are you okay?” 

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids. 

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--” 

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?” 

“I-I think so.” 

“Did it feel good?” 

“It felt...so good.” 

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you. 

“You want me to do you now?” 

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.” 

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours. 

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever. 

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses. 

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough. 

“My turn now?” 

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned. 

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully. 

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there. 

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip. 

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too? 

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled. 

“Ooo scary.” 

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily. 

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.” 

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?” 

“I don’t say please.” 

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?” 

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!” 

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall. 

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue. 

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared. 

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time. 

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you. 

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue. 

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow. 

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum. 

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.” 

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you. 

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?” 

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face. 

“You like how it feels like this then?” 

“...yes.” 

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.” 

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration. 

“You’re perfect.” He echoed. 

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.” 

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.” 

“Very funny.” 

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were. 

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝ 

AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

[starshine583]

New Girl on the Block (17)

(sorry for the late update everyone! I spent time with family this weekend and got a little side tracked lol anyway, please enjoy chapter 17 of “New Girl on the Block” and as always, feel free to check out the mini series connected to this called Journal Entries!)

Ch.1 / Ch.16 / Ch.18 (ao3)

Chapter 17: Subtlety Is Key

The platform ladder that Marinette was standing on sat firmly in Felix’s grip as he watched her attempt to pin a stream of hearts to the wall. She appeared to be having trouble deciding which angle was best, moving her end of the stream up and down while staring at the other end, which was already pinned up, and squinting. He half wondered if she was going to take this long on every stream of hearts she pinned up, since she'd been doing the same up-and-down motion for a while now, but he also didn’t mind waiting if she did. The longer he stood here, the better his chances were of escaping the task of writing those “thank you” cards that Allegra liked to put in her party favors. She always managed to rope him into it, saying that his handwriting was the best amongst them, which, in truth, it was, but why not save the trouble and type out the message on the computer in a curly font? Surely, it would have the same effect.

“Felix, does this look straight to you?”

Felix dragged his gaze back up to Marinette, who was frowning at the spot that she’d finally decided to stop on. The stream of hearts hung to her right, making a nice curve on the wall that looked fine, but he wouldn’t be able to say for certain until he acquired a level, which they didn’t have.

“As straight as it can get, I imagine.” He replied. Even if it was a tad off, the guests would hardly notice. They’ll be too busy mingling and dancing around.

A sigh fell from the ravenette, and she lowered the hearts to give him a tired look. “How is that supposed to help me?”

“Well, it’s definitely not straight now. Does that help?”

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line, obviously disgruntled, and Felix clenched his jaw to avoid smiling. Perhaps he should wait until she got off the ladder to continue. She might kick him in the face otherwise.

“Why are you here if you’re not going to be useful?” She grumbled, turning back to the wall.

A snort escaped Felix’s lips. “I am being useful. I’m holding the ladder so you don’t fall and break your neck.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t fall whether the ladder is steady or not.”

“Which is another reason why I’m here.” He replied smoothly. “To catch you.”

Marinette hummed, glancing down at him from the corner of her eye. “How kind of you.”

“Yes, it really is, isn’t it?”

She breathed out a small laugh and shook her head, coaxing a smirk from Felix as well. 

It’s been about a week since they stayed up all night talking at Allegra’s house, since things between them changed, since things with him changed. He couldn’t quite place what had caused it, except that it was most definitely her. The way she listened to him wholeheartedly throughout the entire night, hanging on his every word, offering support when needed and trading a few stories herself- It made him feel heard, which was immensely strange. Because he’d been heard before, plenty of times in fact. It was nothing new. So why was that night different? Was it because of the soft atmosphere that the moon provided? Or because they were both somewhat tired despite saying otherwise? Why did his entire being feel so clear and refreshed when they went up to bed later on?

Whatever happened, he’d assumed that the feeling would be gone by morning, since nighttime conversations hardly travel to the next day, but imagine his surprise when the feeling swelled full force in his chest the next day, specifically when he greeted Marinette in the hall. It was as crystal clear as the night before, and it had yet to fade even now. 

Felix didn’t understand. Not at all. But he certainly wasn’t going to dispute it. He actually began encouraging the feeling, talking with Marinette on a more constant basis, muttering in her direction during conversations, asking more casual questions, throwing around a joke or two about the others when it seemed appropriate- he even found himself teasing her at one point, which led him to the wonderful realization that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was much sassier than he’d given her credit for. Despite her surprise, she’d snapped back immediately, a playful glare in her eyes and a smirk on her lips, and with an unexpected reaction like that, Felix couldn’t not tease her more. That would simply be a waste.

In the following week, he continued to talk with her, and continued to learn how much of a wild card she truly was. She never reacted to his teasing the same way. For example, one minute, she would blush, the next she would smack him, or roll her eyes and shoot right back without a second thought, or even pout. There was no telling what she was going to do next, and Felix eagerly anticipated her next move each time. It was fun for him now, fun to talk with her, fun to see her smirks and glares and giggles when he did. He could understand why Claude, Allegra, and Allan would want to talk with everyone and anyone if they all acted like her.

Their dynamic had definitely changed over the last few days, and although he wasn’t sure how much Marinette had noticed it herself, Felix knew he was thoroughly enjoying the shift. 

“There.” Marinette said above him, leaning back to put her hands on her hips. “How’s that?”

Felix’s eyes glazed over the stream of hearts again, and he let out a hum. “A bit more to the left.”

Her shoulders drooped. “Are you serious?”

“No.”

The narrowed yet playful glare that she shot him had Felix holding back another chuckle, and he innocently moved to grab one of the pink, inflated balloons on the table next to them to hand it to her.

“Why do I ask you anything anymore?” She asked as she took the balloon from him. 

“Because you know I’m an excellent judge when it comes to fine craftsmanship, such as the stream of hearts hanging above us on the wall right now.”

Marinette scoffed, tacking the balloon to the wall just above the first decoration. “What, are you kissing up to me now? Are you trying to butter me up so I’ll bring you more cheesy croissants?”

Felix shot her a look of feigned offense. “I wouldn’t dream of it, not after the amount of pain and effort that went into the making of those decorations.”

Now she was glaring at him. “Exactly how long do you plan on holding that paper cut against me?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Felix replied, a slight smile betraying his lips as he did.

Marinette huffed, letting her eyes flick up in an eyeroll, and started back down the ladder. Felix moved back to let her off, before grabbing the ladder again to lift it over to the next wall. They still had two more streams to put up.

“You seem to be more present today.” He commented, thinking back on the get-together they had yesterday. She’d been lost in her own thoughts through the first part of it, so much so that Allegra felt the need to ask her if she was alright. Marinette didn’t get to answer due to Claude jumping in, but when Felix asked her about it again a bit later, she quickly froze up, saying that she’d rather keep it to herself for the time being. 

Felix understood, of course, and he said as much, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. Or even a bit concerned. She always had a specific look when that model was involved, and she’d worn it openly yesterday. Therefore, he could only assume that that was part of the trouble, but how much trouble? Did they run into each other again? Did he text her? Did he go looking for her somewhere? There were too many possibilities and not enough clues for Felix to draw a firm conclusion. He couldn’t even be sure that Agreste was the problem in the first place. 

“Did your troubles sort themselves out?” He added, trying not to look at her too much as he did. Felix didn’t want to pry, but he did want to make sure she was handling herself alright. (Not that that was really in question at this point. After that run-in with the akuma, they all knew quite well that Marinette could take care of things when she needed to.)

Marinette paused at the base of the ladder, tilting her head at him with a questioning glance. “My troubles?”

A slight frown tugged at the corner of Felix’s lips. Had she forgotten already? It must not have been that important, then..

“You said something was bothering you yesterday.” He said anyway.

“Oh!” Understanding washed over her features, but a grimace quickly followed. “Oh.”

Felix rose a brow. Did that mean the problem wasn’t resolved?

“Um.. no.” She said, offering a bit of clarity as she fiddled with the next stream of hearts that they were supposed to be hanging up. “No, it’s still very much there, unfortunately. I’m not sure how everything’s going to work out yet.”

Felix nodded. “I see. I apologize for bringing it up, then.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” She insisted as she climbed the ladder. “I know you were just trying to help.”

“Besides,” Marinette threw another smile over her shoulder, one that was clearly softer than the smirks she’d been giving him earlier, “if it gets to be too much, I’m sure you’ll come to rescue again. So you can have something else to brag about.”

Felix’s eyes widened, admittedly knocked off balance by the comment. Joking about being rescued wasn’t entirely unusual, but ‘again’? What did she mean ‘again’? Did she think he rescued her before? When? Why did he find himself feeling immensely pleased with the thought?

“Of course..” He muttered absently. “I do love to brag, you know.”

It was a bland remark to be sure, not nearly one of his best, but Marinette laughed anyway, as she always did, and turned back around to start pinning the next stream of hearts to the wall.

Felix continued to watch.

~~~~~~

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Adrien lunged for his phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint before it could even finish vibrating, and tapped the notification. Was it her? Had she finally decided to text him? Please let it be her!

A news app flashed onto his screen, and his shoulders sagged as he realized that Marinette hadn’t texted him. How long was she going to wait? It’s already been a full day, and winter break was fading fast. He knew these things could take time, but they honestly didn’t have a lot of that right now. Once school started up again, his schedule was going to go right back to packed, and he’d barely be able to breathe let alone go see her. He didn’t want their precious chance to hang-out to go to waste. 

“You good, dude?” Nino asked next to him. “You’ve been hovering around your phone all day. Is something going on?”

“Oh, uh-” Adrien sat up, pushing away his phone and disappointment. Marinette was going to text him eventually. He just needed to be patient. “No, everything’s fine. Père just likes to stay in touch with me while I’m out, so I want to make sure I don’t miss any text messages or anything.”

Nino frowned. “Isn’t sending Gorilla with you enough?”

Adrien shrugged. “Yeah, but you know how he is. He likes to stay on top of things.”

Disgruntlement flicked across Nino’s features, and he tugged his hat down slightly to hide it, muttering, “Or he just likes to control everything.”

Adrien smiled despite the comment. “Come on, he’s not that bad. He let us hang out today, right?”

Nino nodded, though his frown didn’t fade. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.. Just don’t let him distract you from our game. We still have a tie to break.”

Adrien straightened and grabbed the controller that he’d dropped earlier. “Course not! Père or no, I still have plenty of focus to beat you.”

Nino let out a playful scoff. “Sure, dude. We’ll see who beats who this time.”

Adrien chuckled and positioned himself on the couch, and the two jokingly counted down before starting the next match.

Keeping Nino in the dark about Marinette wasn’t something Adrien enjoyed- they were best friends, after all -but he didn’t want to risk talking about her now. The class was only just now starting to be suspicious of Lila, and even then, it was light, joking. They weren’t serious about it yet. If they knew he was meeting up with Marinette, the person they still weren’t entirely fond of, it might serve as a disadvantage to him. What if they stopped listening to him because he was talking with her? He couldn’t take that chance. He needed to get his feet planted firmly on the ground before taking any rash steps forward.

That said, he did need to take some sort of step forward. Lila trying to make a deal with him last week was extremely reassuring, since it meant that she herself thought of him as a threat, but he also knew that he couldn’t slack off because of it. Muttering over her shoulder wasn’t going to work forever, and if he didn’t find a way to crank up the pressure soon, she would start countering his subtle attacks. Maybe he could start talking to people directly? While they were alone. He could talk to them more about Lila and ask if her stories are suspicious.. But what if he talks to the wrong person? Depending on who he conversed with, they might round on him in an instant, and his plan would crumble again. No, he needed to be careful about this. He needed to start with someone he could trust.

“....So,” Adrien glanced at Nino, because who better to start with than his best friend? “what are your thoughts on Lila?”

If Adrien wanted to change everyone’s opinion of Marinette and Lila, he supposed he would have to know those opinion’s first, and Nino, he felt, was the perfect candidate for that. He was a chill, relaxed person, who pretty much liked everybody. (Everybody except Adrien’s father, that is.) His opinion of Lila should be similar to an average of everyone else’s opinion, and Adrien could use that as an estimation of Lila’s- hopefully decreasing -popularity.

Nino scrunched up his nose, clearly confused by the change of subject. “Lila? I mean, she’s alright. Pretty nice. Alya really likes her.”

Adrien nodded thoughtfully. That was about what he expected him to say. “What do you think about her stories? It seems like she’s been everywhere, doesn’t it?”

Nino snorted. “Right? She says she knows everybody and anybody. It’s pretty crazy.”

Adrien’s eyes widened slightly, though Nino didn’t notice. ‘She says she knows everybody’? Not ‘she knows everybody’? If Adrien didn’t know any better, he might say that sounded a little bit like doubt.

“You don’t believe her?” He asked, carefully.

“No, no, I do.” Nino rushed to say, ignoring the game console that was now blinking ‘defeat’ on his side. “It’s just.. you know.. crazy. She’s been all over the world, knows all these different people, and she’s only fifteen. And she kept up with the school the whole time. It sounds like a lot.”

“Yeah, it definitely does.” Adrien agreed, setting his controller aside and hiding a smile. “And now, she’s been taking up the job as class president, even though she’s still planning charity events and working at homeless shelters and hanging out with Alya and the rest of the girls and doing homework.. It makes you wonder how she fits it all into her schedule.”

Nino chuckled. “Yeah, I- It’s.. I don’t know. I definitely couldn’t do it. What about you, though? What do you think about her? You seem to be really interested in her lately.”

Adrien had to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid laughing. Interesting was a word.

“Ah, well.. I guess I’m just curious about her more than anything. I’m a model who goes places and meets people all the time, and I haven’t met nearly as many famous people as she has. I wanna learn how she’s managed to not get in any news or magazines so far-”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Adrien paused mid-word to whirl around and check his phone. He was honestly preparing himself for the disappointment already- why would this time be any different? -when his eyes landed on the tiny speech bubble that represented his text messaging app. His insides leaped at this sight, and he tried to swallow his excitement as he tapped the notification. Was it her? Had she finally texted him?

Marinette’s name splayed across the top of the screen, and it took every ounce of discipline for Adrien not to leap off the couch and cheer. She’d texted him! Marinette had finally texted him back!

~Hey, sorry it took me so long to text you. I’ve been helping my friends out with something. If you want, I can meet up with you at (something) café for lunch on Feb. 15th? Does that work for you?~

Lunch! Adrien wanted to scream. She was inviting him to lunch! Marinette did want to hang out with him more! This was perfect!

He quickly texted her back. 

~That sounds great! I’ll see you then ;D~

Adrien hadn’t even checked his schedule yet, but that didn’t matter. He was making this lunch date no matter what. Then he could talk with Marinette about his plans and maybe convince her to come back and-

“Was that your dad?” Nino asked, breaking Adrien from his thoughts yet again. That was probably a good thing though. He shouldn’t be getting too ahead of himself. From the way things looked, Marinette was really enjoying her new school life. It will probably take a lot of convincing to get her to come back. For now, he needed to take things slowly.

Slowly.

“Oh, yeah.” Adrien said, cool as a cucumber. “He was just telling me about my next photoshoot.”

“Another one? It’s not going to stop us from hanging out, is it?”

“No, no, it shouldn’t.” Not that he knew of, anyway. The only thing his meeting with Marinette would hopefully affect was everyone’s opinions of Lila. 

Nino relaxed slightly at the answer. “Good. He over-works you way too much. You should ask for a raise or something.”

 Adrien laughed. “I think I’d rather keep the time off that he gives me. Anyway, you ready to play another round? You lost, so now you have to catch back up.”

Nino eyed his controller with a slight smile. “Whatever, man, you know I’m gonna pass you up without a problem.”

“Sure you are.” Adrien smirked. “Just like how you were gonna pass me up last round.”

Nino laughed and snatched his controller up. “Oh, it’s on, dude.”

~~~~~~

Allegra drew in a deep breath, reveling in the scent of the special candles she’d ordered. Patchouli and Rosewood- the perfect thing to accentuate the rose bouquets delicately placed on the round tables and encourage the romantic mood for their party. With the lights dimmed and everyone dancing together on top of that, hearts were bound to be captured, and she couldn’t wait to see it, especially when it came to a particular pair.

Allegra set her candle down and subtly glanced over her shoulder at Felix and Marinette, who were currently stringing up the last stream of hearts on the other side of the room. They were both laughing and talking together, completely comfortable as Felix held the ladder steady and Marinette pinned her last balloon at the end of the stream. It was a cliché couple, really- the stoic, uptight rich boy falling hard for the sweet, adorable bakery girl -but Allegra was determined to see it work out. She’s always prided herself on getting unlikely people together, and these two were going to be her ultimate achievement. Of course, at this point, she supposed she could hardly call them an unlikely couple. They’ve been rather in-step with each other as of late. What with their muttering to each other during group-hang outs and sharing secret looks and sitting near each other on a regular basis. She might be inclined to be excited for the progress if she had any idea as to why they were suddenly so close. Last week, Felix was still gritting his teeth about being caught looking at Marinette, yet today, he’s talking and smiling and laughing with her openly. Laughing! Felix doesn’t laugh. He scowls and hisses and maybe smirks when he’s in a good mood, but he doesn’t laugh. Something monumental must have happened between the two that would encourage him to do so. So what was it? When was it? Her entire body was itching to know, and the fact that she knew she couldn’t ask only made it worse. If she tried to ask Felix about the event, he might clam up again, regressing the friendship. If she tried to ask Marinette about the event, the ravenette would probably become flustered or more hyper aware of Felix’s subconscious advancements, which, again, would probably regress the friendship. She was stuck either way.

“They’re driving me crazy.” She finally said, knowing the boys would hear her. If she couldn’t confirm her theories about Felix and Marinette’s interactions, she would rant about them to Claude and Allan instead.

As usual, Claude was the first to respond, glancing up from the party favors she had him arranging to ask, “What? Who’s driving you crazy?”

Allegra turned to him with a sigh and tilted her head ever-so-slightly in the “lovebirds’” direction. “They are. They’re acting differently than they were before, and I don’t know why.”

Claude straightened to glance over her shoulder for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

“You mean Felix and Marinette? They look the same to me.”

Allegra scrunched up her nose with a scoff. “What do you mean they look the same? You think Felix just laughs like that on a regular basis?”

Allan wandered over to their conversation then, also watching Marinette and Felix. The blond and ravenette didn’t even look up from the hearts on the wall, which was another big sign that they were becoming increasingly engrossed in each other. Felix was normally highly aware of his surroundings, as was Allegra, and he usually would have noticed the trio’s stares by now. But he didn’t, because he was too busy looking at Marinette instead.

“They have been a bit chummy lately.” Allan agreed, bringing a smile to Allegra’s lips. At least someone besides herself was paying attention.

“Well, yeah, but we knew that already.” Claude said. “They like each other, don’t they? Of course they would be chummy.”

“Yes, but not like that.” Allegra insisted. “Whether Felix likes her or not doesn’t change the fact that he’s technically being open around all of us right now. Isn’t that a bit strange to you? Besides, we still don’t actually know for sure that Marinette has a crush on Felix.”

Claude gave her a look. “What? I thought you said that she got all blushy and stuff when you talked about Felix at the sleepover.”

“She was, but Marinette gets blushy about a lot of things. And I was talking about how comfortable Felix is around her. That would probably make any girl blush.”

“She has a point,” Allan spoke up, “but I do think she might like him. She always gets this certain vibe when he’s around.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a possibility.” Allegra agreed. “You can totally spot the little ‘glow’ she gets when he talks with her, and even that’s improved since Felix changed things up.”

Claude’s eyes widened as he glanced at the pair again, seeming to study them closer this time. “Do you think she’s glowing more because he’s changed?”

“I’d say so,” Allegra answered, tapping her finger to her lip, “But what I want to know is why he changed and when. It can’t have been anything short of last week, because they only started acting this way recently, but what could have happened that we didn’t see? We’ve been with them the whole time.”

“Maybe they’ve been hanging out by themselves?” Allan suggested. “They’re not tied to us, you know.”

“I know, but wouldn’t we have heard about it? Marinette sends us pictures and such all the time. She would have mentioned her and Felix hanging out by themselves.”

Unless Marinette simply didn’t want to offend them, but Allegra still didn’t buy that explanation. As far as she knew, Felix and Marinette’s shift happened sometime after the sleepover, if not right after. It was as though they’d fallen asleep as usual, then woke up as different people entirely when it came to each other. So whatever happened must have happened during the sleepover.. but when? They were all together most of the night. Allegra supposed it could have happened during Hide and Seek, when they were all spread across the mansion, but moments like those were too quick and too tense and she certainly would have noticed Felix’s change in behavior then. That left her with.. A dead end, because the rest of the night, Marinette and Felix were always with one of the trio, even when they were all sleeping.

Unless the two hadn’t been sleeping..

“I don’t think we should overthink it.” Allan said, lightly nudging his shoulder into Allegra’s. “Marinette seems happier around Felix, and Felix is definitely happier around Marinette, so I say we take the win and let them keep getting closer on their own.”

“I agree.” Claude chimed in, surprising Allegra. He normally enjoyed meddling in others’ affairs as much as she did. “If they’ve made it this far without us getting too involved, they're bound to confess to each other at tomorrow’s party, especially with the ‘fake date’ we have planned for them.”

A smile found its way back onto Allegra’s lips. So he did intend to meddle. He just didn’t want to overthink Felix and Marinette’s sudden progress. She should have known. 

“That reminds me: I still have to finish arranging that.” Allegra remarked.

She spun on her heel, leaving the boys to their tasks again, and began crossing the room to Felix and Marinette. Their chuckles and smiles quieted down as she approached, but she paid it no mind. Felix was mostly the one to stop laughing, anyway.

“Are you guys all done?” Allegra inquired, not missing the way Felix gently touched Marinette’s arm to help her get off the ladder.

Marinette flashed her a smile. “Yep! We just finished the last streamer. What’s next?”

Allegra let out a hum. “Well, Felix still has to write all of those ‘thank you’ letters for the party favors-”

A tired sigh left the blond.

“-and we have to set up the caterer’s foods, but they aren’t coming in till tomorrow. So I think we’re pretty much done. Claude and Allan are just now finishing their last tasks too.”

“Oh, good!” Marinette beamed. “The place looks great already. I can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions tomorrow.”

Allegra smiled. “Neither can I. By the way, since everything’s practically set up, you two can go ahead and stay home until the party starts. That way you both have time to get ready.”

A hint of concern flicked across the ravenette’s features as she knitted her eyebrows together. “Are you sure? I don’t mind coming in early with you guys.”

“I do,” Felix cut in, a slight smirk on his lips as he added, “and I will gladly take the extra free time.”

Allegra smirked as well, because she knew that comment had to be for Marinette’s viewing pleasure. He wouldn’t have had a smirk otherwise, nor would he have held that mischievous glint in his eyes.

Of course, Marinette breathed out a chuckle and briefly rolled her eyes, capturing Felix’s attention immediately. She then offered Allegra a meaningful smile. 

“Well, if you change your mind, you can always text me.”

“Of course, but in case I don’t, why don’t you have Felix pick you up for the party tomorrow? Since you’re both not going to be arriving until later.”

Marinette and Felix exchanged a look, as though they were silently asking each other’s opinions, and Allegra had to hold back a snort. They were already reading each other and communicating in their own way. It was too cute and all too obvious. How did Claude not notice the difference earlier?

“I wouldn’t mind if you need a ride,” Felix finally spoke, pulling his shoulders up in a slight shrug, “but it’s your decision.”

Allegra swallowed a coo and glanced to the side, because this person in front of her who used to be dead-set on not helping anyone or scowling the whole way was being incredibly considerate, and she desperately needed a before-and-after video.

Marinette smiled up at him. “A ride would be nice, thanks. That way I don’t have to bother Maman or Papa about taking me at the end of their work shift.”

It was just the answer Allegra wanted to hear. Felix will be the first one to see Marinette in her new dress, and he will have plenty of time to become flustered over it during their drive to the party. Missing Felix’s face when he went to fetch Marinette was going to be a shame- since he himself mentioned how stunning she would look -but if they were lucky, perhaps he’ll still be wearing the expression when the two arrive.

“Great! I’ll call my driver so we can start getting ready to leave then.” Allegra said with a smile.

Marinette nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll go grab my purse and put up the ladder.”

“I’ll put up the ladder.” Felix cut in, already moving to close it. 

A frown tugged at the corner of her lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. They like their tools to be put back a certain way.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, then.”

Allegra watched Marinette walk off, feeling a fresh wave of determination.. Gosh, they were already acting like they were in love with each other. Well, Felix was at least. Marinette was about that kind to anyone. Either way, things were going smoothly now, and it should only take a carefully-timed push for the two to really get the ball rolling. 

Valentine’s Day, Marinette and Felix being dressed up, both of them being alone together while dressed up, the sudden closeness- finally, all of her plans were coming together. The only thing that could possibly make this better was if Cupid himself came out to see them swoon over each other. 

That wasn’t going to happen, of course, but it didn’t need to, because Allegra was going to be glad to take his place.

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[rosesgonerogue]

Finding Each Other (Again)

Chapter One

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“Make way guys, out of the way!” Dick bellowed from the entrance of the batcave. “Alfred, we need you!” 

Marinette, jostled in his arms with every step, tried to liberate herself from her brother-in-law’s iron grip. “Calm down, I’m fine.” 

“No offense bug, but I just watched you get crushed by a steel beam. Alfred is checking you over.” 

“Tikki, spots,” Marinette said, as he deposited her on a cot. “See, not a bruise on me. I only jumped in to save that kid because I knew I would be fine. I’ve been eaten by a t-rex before, I was perfectly safe.” 

“You what?” Damian demanded darkly. 

“Dames! How was your patrol?” Marinette asked, grinning at the sight of her husband. 

“What just happened to you on patrol?” Damian demanded. 

“Dick is overreacting. I know it can be kind of… unsettling to see things like that, but the Miraculous suits are nearly indestructible. Only another Miraculous or some type of magic could hurt me while I’m suited up.” 

She leaned in to kiss Damian’s cheek, but his face was stone. 

“Are any of those Miraculous things up for grabs?” Jason asked, pulling off his helmet.

“Not for you,” Marinette scoffed. “And don’t worry, Dames. Dick is overreacting, the beam barely made contact with me. I was just making sure it fell safely.’ 

“Hold up, hold up,” Tim said, actually turning away from the computer. “You redirected a steel beam? Just with your strength alone? How strong does your suit make you?” 

“I haven’t actually ever tested it, that could be interesting,” Marinette contemplated, handing Tikki a cookie. “But I’m stronger than I was when I first started out as Ladybug.” 

“Part of it is because you’ve worked with me for so long - we’ve grown together. But you’re stronger than any other Miraculous use can be because you’re also the Guardian,” Tikki said. “Alfred, these cookies are amazing.” 

While Alfred began examining Marinette, he chattered with Tikki about his baking methods. Dick was telling an overly dramatized version of the night’s events while Tim theorized exactly what Marinette could be capable of. All that was missing was the last few members of the family, all occupied with their own business. Marinette leaned back on the examination table, content with the daily she’d married into. 

“-and if she were facing a metahuman with enhanced strength-”

“Drake, will you do us all a favor and shut your idiotic mouth?” Damian snapped, his voice dripping with acid. 

“That was out of line,” Marinette said, straightening up. “He’s just having fun, Damian.” 

“Just having fun? Were you just having fun when you threw yourself under a steel beam today? Or how about last week, when Killer Croc almost ripped off your leg?” Damian spat. “Oh, and the week before when your heart literally stopped because you stepped in front of Mr. Freeze?”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on,” Marinette said, standing to really face her husband. “That’s uncalled for, Dames. What’s with all of the hostility?”

“What’s with all of the hostility? Every week I have to see or hear about some way my wife almost died. You have absolutely no sense of self-preservation and that makes the rest of us worry about you, which makes you a liability.” 

“Excuse me?” she demanded, uncaring of the awkward silence between the rest of the family. “A liability? I know exactly what I am capable of, Damian Wayne. In case you forgot, I had a life and a hero career before you. Long before you.” 

“But this isn’t magical butterflies, Marinette, this is the real world!” Damian shouted, ripping off his domino mask. “People die here, and we don’t all have a Miraculous to save our asses. You rely on Tikki, but how do you know she won’t fail, or time out too early? Without her you’d be dead.” 

Marinette���s eyes were wide and burning with rage, but Tikki was the first to speak, her tiny body radiating with fury. 

“You have no idea what Marinette has gone through to get here. She is the most capable Ladybug and Guardian that I’ve ever seen, and that means more than you’ll ever know.” 

Looking back at his wife, Damian could see more hurt than anger in her eyes. He felt a pang now that his panic from hearing Dick’s story had died down, but it was too late. When he should have expressed concern and care for his wife, he’d let anger take over. A firm stubbornness rose in him, and when his wife’s eyes met his, he levelled his gaze at her, unwilling to take his words back. 

Glaring at him, when she spoke Marinette’s voice was thick with unshed tears. “Well, I formally apologize for the liability I’ve been all this time. If you’ll excuse me, I have commissions to work on.”

She shoved past him, leaving the silent Wayne clan behind. Her back was straight and her stride was measured - none of them could have guessed that silent, angry tears ran down her cheeks. Outside the weather was terrible, the wind howling through Gotham’s streets. 

Walking silently for blocks, Tikki flitted around her nervously, using the terrible weather as a cover - not that there was anyone really on the streets to notice her. Finally the two ducked into an alley where Marinette collapsed against a brick wall. 

“He’s wrong, Marinette,” she finally said indignantly. “Damian’s worried for you, but he also has no idea what it takes to hold a Miraculous.” 

“Am I just a liability, Tikki?” Marinette asked, running a hand through her hair. “Am I just making things worse for the entire family?” 

“Marinette, no! You’ve saved them plenty of times, and don’t you dare wonder if I’m what makes you special. We’ve been together for so long because you’re special,” Tikki said firmly. 

The Guardian sniffed, sagging a little. “Thanks, Tikki. I guess I really should go work on those commissions like I said I would, which means I need to go home.” 

“Only after you’ve eaten the rest of Damian’s favorite ice cream,” the kwami said. 

“After all of the morality speeches you gave me in Paris, I had no idea you had this mischievous streak in you. I think Plagg is finally rubbing off on you after all of these centuries.” 

Tikki smiled. “Only when someone hurts my Ladybug.”

Smiling faintly herself, Marinette pushed herself up while Tikki situated herself in Marinette’s purse. Talking to Damian wouldn’t be fun, but they would figure things out - they always did. Besides, they only fought because her husband was worried for her wellbeing. So, Marinette made her way towards their home, one of the safest neighborhoods in all of Gotham. She could almost see the old Colonial-style house when they saw a woman standing on the sidewalk. 

She was just standing there under the streetlamp, the light emphasizing how angular her features were, if not exaggerating them. With the way the woman stared at Marinette, it was clear that she would speak to them, and there was really no way to get home without crossing the woman’s path. As much as she didn’t want to, Marinette decided to bite the bullet and speak first. “Excuse me, Madame, can I help you?”

Nothing in her posture changed, but glittering eyes assessed Marinette critically. “So you’re the little French fashion designer? I can’t say I’m impressed. I always had much… higher aims for my son.”

With those words Marinette felt her blood freeze in her veins. So this was Talia al Ghul. She’d heard stories of the woman, but she always hoped not to become involved with her at all. 

She couldn’t back down. Marinette met her mother-in-law’s eyes without flinching, hand snaking to her back pocket for her phone. 

“Don’t try it, little girl. You and I are going to play a game. It’s called ‘how much does Damian love you?’”

“It’s tempting, but I think I need to pass,” Marinette said. 

At that, Marinette viciously kicked forward, hitting Talia right in the knee. She didn’t try to watch the result, sprinting forward with all of her energy - she only had to make it to-

There was a sharp prick in the back of her neck, and Marinette felt her legs give out from underneath her. She heard Talia limping over. 

“Maybe you’re not completely hopeless, but you were never going to win this. Now let me explain the rules of the game to you.” 

Marinette wanted to protest, to scream until someone came, but she couldn’t even prop herself up on her arms. Even more alarmingly, black was slowly overtaking her vision. 

“Dear little Damian has a month to find you. If he doesn’t, I get to kill you and use it as a means to get the information I need. Now sleep well, darling. You’ll need it.” 

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Note: Hey guys, I know it’s been FOREVER since I posted anything. I just finished my first semester of grad school, and it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Oh, I also have a boyfriend now. That’s new, and he does tend to take up some time. But I’m not abandoning my other stories, I just wanted to try something a little different. Long term this is going to be cute, and it’s going to have some hurt/comfort vibes. I know this is really different from what I usually write, so tell me what y’all think. The taglist is open if anyone wants to be added, just leave a comment below and ask to be tagged! 

[actress4him]

The Barn 4 - The Pole

(Prompt #1 for Summer of Whump)

Yes, I’m coming in at the last minute with one more Summer of Whump prompt, and yes, it’s prompt #1. Also, if you read more than one of my series I’m sorry that this one is kinda like that one chapter of In Irons...? But I actually thought of this one first, and yes, it was inspired by Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

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Warnings: captivity, restraints, dehumanization, references to beating, mild blood, starvation, dehydration, nausea, emeto, fainting, heat exhaustion/stroke, probably medically inaccurate

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Stetson dropped Jacob’s foot, and another puff of red dust went up into the air, joining the cloud that his body had created as it was dragged. It would have been the perfect time for him to leap up and try to run again, but he couldn’t move. His everything ached.

A second later a leather-clad hand gripped his arm and yanked him upright. Jacob’s head swam with the swift change in elevation and his nose throbbed. While he was busy trying to get the world to stop spinning around him, Stetson roughly pulled his arms behind his back and started winding rope around his wrists.

Fantastic. He hadn’t even gotten to enjoy them being free.

Once they were thoroughly wrapped and the rope pulled tight, Stetson stood, taking the tail end with him and jerking Jacob’s arms backwards in the process. He cried out in surprise, and tried to get up. His legs only cooperated enough to scoot him back a few inches, but it was enough to let his arms rest against his back again.

Whatever Stetson was doing, he finished up and came back around to squat in front of his captive, arms propped across his knees and brown eyes studying him just as emotionlessly as ever.

“Maybe a few days of this’ll teach you some manners.”

“Doubt it,” Jacob immediately shot back without thinking. “My mom’s been trying to teach me manners for twenty-six years. I wouldn’t count on a few days making much of a difference.”

Stetson huffed very lightly, something that almost could have been taken for a laugh if Jacob wasn’t positive the guy didn’t know how. “We’ll see.”

Straightening with a quiet popping of joints, he turned and strolled away.

There was no way he was just leaving Jacob alone and able to run off. Craning his neck painfully around, he finally took a look at what was behind him. A post. A wooden post, probably coming up to around his shoulders. And the rope that was tying his wrists was looped through a metal hook in the top and knotted.

Okay, no problem. Jacob was good with his hands, he had nimble fingers from spending all day typing code. Struggling to his feet, he bent over forward so that he could reach and felt his way up the rope until he reached the knot, fingers fumbling around it, trying to get a sense of where it started.

Instead, he found a padlock.

Jacob let out a frustrated scream, the first time he’d actually had a chance to vent his feelings since this whole nightmare began. It felt good enough that he did it again. Then he ran forward, as hard as he could, as if he was somehow going to break the rope or pull the post out of the ground instead of nearly ripping his shoulders out of socket when he abruptly reached the end of his lead.

Tied to a stupid pole like...like a horse, or a dog. He was a human, dang it! Who did these people think they were, treating another person like this? The last…forty-eight? seventy-two? He didn’t even know how many hours anymore...had been completely flabbergasting, just seeing the sheer number of people who thought this was perfectly okay. And now he was stuck, in the middle of nowhere, with some psychopath who thought he was gonna what, train him? To do what, he didn’t even want to know.

Night was falling by then. Jacob was beyond exhausted, and resigned himself to sinking back down to the dirt, resting his back against the pole and getting as comfortable as possible.

The next day dawned with little sleep having been found. The sharp pains of yesterday had given way to stiffness and aches that made it hard to pry himself off the ground. His face was coated with dried blood and who knows what else, making him sticky and disgusted in addition to everything else.

He’d really never liked the outdoors that much. He was much more at home inside, in front of a computer. The outside had far too many things that could get you dirty, like, you know, dirt, for instance, like the kind of dirt he was currently sitting on and covered in. Most of his friends growing up had been your typical rough-and-tumble boys who lived for mud puddles and rolling down grassy hills, but Jacob had never been able to stand the feeling of being dirty.

Sweat was a thing encountered more often outdoors, too, and was just as bad as dirt. He could feel it, collecting underneath his shirt as the sun rose higher in the wide, blue sky. There was nothing in the way of shade in this field. Just dirt, dust, and more dirt, all surrounded by a wooden fence. A corral, probably. Meant for horses, not people.

The heat only grew more intense as the day wore on. There was no sign of Stetson, no indication that he would be bringing food or water or coming to untie him. Jacob hadn’t had anything to eat since this whole thing had begun, and no water since before the auction. His tongue was beginning to stick to the roof of his mouth.

He tried pacing around the pole, circling until the rope was tightly wound one way before turning and going the other way. His brain wasn’t used to boredom. There was always something to think about, always something to do. But now the only thing to think about was how absolutely screwed he was, and that wasn’t helping anything.

He tried pulling some more, too, not running this time, but turning until he could grip the rope in his hands and tugging backwards with all his might. Which, to be honest, wasn’t a lot. He was a computer geek, okay, working out wasn’t high on his list of priorities. The moral of the story was, pulling on the rope did nothing but make his back and arms ache even more.

The heat and the lack of stimulation made the day drag on and on forever. Jacob’s stomach moved from groaning to aching to roiling. If there had been anything in it, he was sure it would have been expelled. His head pounded something awful, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from heat or light or lack of water or having it repeatedly bashed in the day before.

By the time the sun finally started to sink beneath the horizon, his clothes were soaked with sweat, which was not only gross but also turned cold once night fell. He never thought that he’d actually miss the sun once it was gone. But now he was shivering, and the headache hadn’t gone away, and his stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out, and he was pretty sure there was dirt in his mouth, and he was completely, totally, miserable.

Day two was somehow even worse than the first. Jacob tried standing up and stretching his legs, walking around the pole again, but he was so dizzy that he collapsed right back to the ground. Groaning, he dropped his forehead against the pole, grinding particles of dust further into his skin.

His...dry...skin. He didn’t know much about health and science, like, at all, but he was pretty sure not sweating in this heat was not a good thing. He almost felt cold still, like the chill of the night was clinging to his skin.

Hours dragged by. Every time he swallowed, it felt like nails going down his throat. Moving his head in any direction made the world swim around him, the blinding rays of the sun making spots dance across his vision. His stomach kept feeling worse and worse until he finally ended up folding over, retching uselessly again and again until every muscle in his torso was on fire and his head felt like it was exploding.

His only vague thought was, am I gonna die? before he fell face-first into the dirt and passed out.

A blast of cold woke him. He tried to gasp for air, but instead inhaled a mouthful of freezing water, sending him into a coughing fit that racked his sore stomach muscles. But the water just kept coming. It was harsh enough that he couldn’t even sit up against the onslaught, not that he was sure he had the energy to, anyway. The spray scoured every inch of his bare skin, leaving it stinging from both the pressure and the cold.

But it was water. Sweet, beautiful water. As soon as he stopped coughing he tried his best to gulp it in, letting the cold coat his scratchy throat.

He wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when the spray finally stopped. Bringing up weary, unbound hands, he wiped the drips from his eyes, blinking blearily up at Stetson, who dropped the hose and stared him down.

“You didn’t last as long as I had planned.”

“M-maybe…” His voice came out as a croak, and he attempted to clear it. “Maybe you should try some...food ‘nd water. Haven’t...had any of that in a while.”

Stetson continued to stare with crossed arms for another moment before walking over and grabbing onto his ankle again. “You just had your water. Maybe you can have food tomorrow. We’ll see how well you behave.”

Ignoring Jacob’s weak protests and attempts to fight, he dragged him away from the doorway of the barn and into a nearby stall. Iron bars reached from the half wall up to the ceiling, giving it even more of a prison cell feel. The only good news was that he didn’t bother to tie him up this time, just threw him inside and left, shutting the door with a deafening creak and an ominous click.

[robinsdearest]

Ketchup Packets

Tim Drake x Reader

Peanut Butter and Oreos (Part 1) They’ll be okay (Part 2) Bobby pin (Part 3) Ketchup Packets (Part 4)

Tim threw another piece of notebook paper into the trash. It hit the other balls of wadded up notes and bounced away. How long has he been hunched over his desk? Tim glanced up to look at the clock. A couple days, maybe. A couple hours since the last cup of coffee, definitely. He groaned and slid a hand across his face. Stubble scratched his fingertips.

Jason’s voice almost scared him. Almost. “Timmy, my dude, you have to stop working.” He kept scribbling as Jason walked over to lean against the wall adjacent to the crumbling despair that was Tim. Jason poked his face. “I didn’t even know you could grow facial hair.” Tim slapped his brother’s hand away and continued to write his notes down. 

It had been three months since your plane went down. Three months since your parents had died. Three months since you slipped through Tim’s fingers. He dove into work to try and figure out what happened the morning of your plane crash. He hasn’t stopped working to find you in three whole months.

Parts of your plane sat scattered around the BatCave. Background checks for everyone at the airport that day, the days before and after laid loosely on the ground by Jason’s feet. Everything and everyone was clean. The owner of the plane your group borrowed publicly stated there was a fuse shortage in the engine causing it to explode, and subsequently, sent your plane barreling down into the ocean. News reporters claimed everyone from that flight deceased- the five supposed survivors not even missing anymore, all reported to be lost at sea. But Tim knew better- he knew you were alive. He knew it, had this gut feeling. Bruce always told him to trust his gut. Or did Superman say that? No, it was definitely the main bat. Or was it Diana…

Jason whacked the back of Tim’s head. Tim finally looked up at the Red Hood, scowling. Jason had to bite back a laugh: he knew how much pain Tim was still experiencing. Hell, he was dead for a while and no one bothered to search for him like Tim was doing for Y/N. “Come on man, let’s go get some grub. You look like you haven’t eaten in weeks.”

“Only a day.” Tim corrected. Another whack to the back of the head.

With the drive from the mansion into Gotham City and eventually to some burger joint, Tim couldn’t believe he was wasting time when he should be out searching for you. Even after three whole months of investigating, Tim was still coming up short. Every lead finished with a dead end. Every tangent lead to a backwash story that was publicized to explain the crash. Tim stared down at his tray of fries as Jason flirted with the cashier. Tim sorted through the files of his brain as he continued to work each angle of the investigation. Everything fit together but nothing made sense. Jason flung packets onto the table stirring Tim out of his trance. Jason was flaunting how he got a phone number from the cashier and waved around the receipt where it was written. Tim stared down at the packets on the table. Ten- what an odd number to grab. Tim counted five mustard packets and five ketchup packets. Tim reached for a ketchup packet, grimacing when he picked up the one that was busted open leaking on to the table. Of course he would grab the one that…

Tim immediately shot up and grabbed Jason by the collar. Jason choked on his bite of food as he dropped the rest of his burger. “Oi, dunce face, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jason fumbled into the passenger seat of the car as Tim shoved him forward, sprinted around to the driver side, and then started the car. Tim started rambling. Jason had a hard time keeping up.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” “Think of what? How you ruined my burger?” “Of course I wouldn’t have looked into the victims.” “Me. I’m a victim, you burger murderer.” “All of those doctors, all seemingly connected in one way or another.” “Doctors?” “Doctors, Jason! God, I’m an idiot. The one that wasn’t connect has got to be the leak. The leak that doesn’t fit but allows everything to make sense.” “Alright, I’m calling Alfred. Timmy, we need to get you checked out.”

Tim slammed on the breaks at the red light. The two brothers stared at each other, neither one moving. The light turned green, but Tim didn’t accelerate.

“Jason I’m talking about Y/N.” Jason’s face turned into a serious frown, and Tim continued. “I never looked into the doctors that were supposed to go on the mission trip. How could they be considered suspects when we see them as victims?” Tim held up the leaking ketchup packet. “One of them is the leak, the cause of the problem.”  Jason’s lips turned into a snarky grin. He nodded his head towards the direction of the mansion, and Tim turned his eyes back to the road.

He finally figured it out. He was going to find you. His brain went into overdrive back at the cave. Jason called Damien and Dick down to help sort things out as Tim furiously worked into the rest of the night. The other boys made calls and printed papers as Tim searched through all ten people on your flight. 

Tim had to narrow down who he couldn’t verify. Nine doctors and one medical school student. Seven doctors, excluding both your parents. Five, excluding the other doctors he knew personally. Four, excluding the doctor Bruce dated a while back- the Russian one, he thinks as he scans over her name. Three left. Damien drops a stack of files next to Tim. The youngest brother briefly puts a hand on Tim’s shoulder before quickly withdrawing and returning to Dick’s side. A quick scan of the discarded stack reveals two of the last three doctors had confirmed deaths, dental records verifying their respective bodies at the site of the plane crash. One left.

Tim stopped typing. Bruce walked down the stairs and stood next to the oversized computer; the main bat was dressed in the suit, cowl pulled off, ready to go on patrol. He glanced around the room to his birdies, and lastly his eyes fell on Tim. Red Robin stared at the screen as the last doctor stared back at him. Tim found his ketchup packet.

Shawn Ramirez. A plastic surgeon from Metropolis- invited to the mission by Mr. Y/L/N. Ramirez was born in Washington and had only lived in the big city for four years: most recent addresses put him in Texas, and before that California. Before California, he moved internationally to practice medicine in Africa. More specifically, Ethiopia. Where the mission was planned to go. Where Y/N was supposed to be. 

Ramirez had worked for the Ethiopian military; a surgeon who traveled the continent looking to heal. At some point in time, Ramirez had visited Europe with the military. No less than a week later, Ramirez was back in the states working as a plastic surgeon. What happened in Europe?

Dick handed Bruce a stack of files. Looking through them, Bruce’s frown turned ever so slightly down. Bruce then handed the files to Tim, who spared a quick glance at Batman before turning his attention down to the file. Flipping through the papers, Tim froze at the known associate. Part of the League of Assassins known to the world only as Abadi- an elitist who weaseled through militaries and governments for fame and fortune in the name of Ra’s al Ghul. Abadi was a known villain amongst the bat and birds as Bruce is the one that nearly took the man’s eye out, leaving a gashing scar from eyebrow to chin, forcing the villain to wear an eye-patch. Abadi’s last known location was a small island off of Cape Verde, just a couple hundred miles from the plane’s crash landing.

Tim turned the chair around to see the rest of the family dressed in their suits: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Damien, and even Alfred. Alfred held out Tim’s Red Robin costume. “Master Tim.” Alfred was the first one to speak in hours since Tim and Jason returned home from the burger shop. “Please bring them home.” Tim reached for the suit, but was met by Alfred’s hand. The butler squeezed his fingers, and Tim simply nodded in understanding. The group hustled to the Bat Plane; inside, Batman ordered the birds for flight paths, site takeover analysis, and rescue plan. Tim sat at the back of the plane while the others worked. Tim was going to go save you, he was finally going to be able to tell you. And then, like a light switch, everything turned bright.

[47-shades-of-hitman]

In Your Likeness | Chapter 6 - Bruised ego and painful memories

Agent 47 sat idly on a chair in Mr Howard’s office, facing Diana, who had taken place behind it per Howard’s earlier insistence. She had a pile of papers in front of her, her fingers steepled together under her chin, auburn hair tucked neatly into her trademark bun. The navy of her dress was nearly black in the dim light of the lamp standing a little away, which was emitting an odd, orange light.

“So, what have you learned so far? Any ideas on how you plan on bringing this mission to a successful end? Thoughts on your partner?”

He cleared his throat. “Miss (L/n) is… Kind. We’ve been training together for a few days now.”

“How does she fight? Capable enough?” Diana quizzed, jotting something down onto a file with a fountain pen the same shade as her nails.

“I believe so. It’s surprising how fast and agile she is.”

“Very good.” Diana gestured towards 47. “Elaborate, if you will.”

Agent 47 shifted in his seat.

“She’s cunning and quick and uses techniques I would never have thought of. Did you know that the best Assassins can perform something named a Leap of Faith? They throw themselves off somewhere high and then land safely in shrubbery or something soft, as if they’re diving. It’s fast and efficient – where I lack quick climbing skill, never really needing it, she can be on top of a large building in a matter of seconds and leap back off before I can even reach halfway up.”

“Higher grounds.” Diana commented. “Efficient in the art of scaling, then. Anything else?”

“Their wrist-blades. I believe she calls it a hidden blade. When she flicks her wrist, it expands and can easily stab someone a few inches deep. Convenient for quick attacks.”

Diana nodded, seemingly impressed by the findings. “That’s it?”

“No. She uses her enemies’ bodies to get herself where she needs to be, that way she can successfully throw people off, stagger and kill with just one move. It’s interesting to analyse.”

“Do you feel like you’re able to go on your first mission together, then? Did you read the files I handed you earlier?”

“I can do it on my own, too,” 47 said, “since the contract consists of just two targets.”

“Nothing of that, 47. This first mission is meant to see how you’re working together in the field. Should things not work out or get out of hand, the damage isn’t too severe and we know that we should find another way of solving Caelum. For now, this is what – and whom – you have to work with.”

 A little away, you sat in Miranda’s office, flicking through the documents regarding the mission at hand – Karl Wasserman and his new wife Georgina Johnson, owners of a high-end perfume line, found themselves in fraudulent affairs with an Egyptian whitewashing company and thus, a client wanted to see them out of business.

It wasn’t too bad, but to you it was quite new; The Brotherhood of Assassins never really worked with contracts requested by individuals – your mission laid with maintaining peace for the public and protecting it at all costs. A killer for hire was not something you saw yourself as.

“(Y/n), the Eldest requires your presence.” Miranda informed you, typing away at her computer. “He says to meet him in his office in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” you said, standing up and putting away the folder.

You set for the Eldest’s office and found yourself standing at the door, waiting for Mr Howard.

Hearing muffled voices, you recognized one to belong to 47 and the other to Diana. It was difficult to make out, but you caught a few lines nevertheless.

“…But coming back to the subject of agility. Scaling buildings and parkour, is it something you can see yourself doing?”

“I’m not too sure. Miss (L/n) seems eager to teach me, but our way has proven to be perfect for decades. Why change it now?”

“You need to know each other’s methods to prevent miscommunication and confusion.”

You raised an eyebrow, not too amused with hearing of his doubts, but then, you thought it wasn’t too great of a plan either. Sure, Agent 47 was a skilled killer, you had to give him that, and he hadn’t done anything unkind to you other than aiming a gun at you during your first meeting.

In the end, you were both lone wolves. What good would it do to actually go on missions together which didn’t directly affect Caelum, like the contract you had just studied? You’d only weigh each other down.

“This is a situation none of us had foreseen.” Diana said, “We just need to deal with it in this way now. It’s too dangerous to send you both in individually. You know Providence, but you don’t know the Templars. Miss (L/n) knows the Templars, but not Providence. Both of our institutions do not fully trust each other blindly, so we agreed upon sending both sides into the battlefield. Plus, this is too large to tackle on your own. We need an extra pair of eyes.”

“Couldn’t you have asked Lucas?” 47 quizzed.

“No,” Diana said, “We need him for other things in this project. And as I said, both compan—”

“Are you eavesdropping?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at a sudden, unknown voice behind you. Instincts kicking in, you moved within a second, slamming the stranger against the wall, hidden blade at their throat. It was a man in his early-to-mid fifties – wholly unfamiliar to you – with salt-and-pepper-coloured hair and stormy eyes.

“Who are you? You don’t work here.”

You angled your blade a little, allowing him to move his head a bit upwards, away from it.

“My name is Lucas Grey. I arrived here this morning. I’m part of operation Shalom.”

You huffed, releasing him immediately as you recognized the name, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks and neck. “Right... I ah… I apologise.”

“No harm done. You must be Miss (L/n), then.”

You nodded and crossed your arms, stepping away from him.

“They’re in there, in case you were wondering.”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” Lucas stated.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Were you eavesdropping on them?”

“No.” you lied, “I was waiting for them to be done discussing whatever they’re talking about. Mr Howard told me to meet him here in a bit.”

As if on cue, the doors of the office swung open and revealed both Diana and 47.

“Ah, I see you met Mr Grey.” Diana said.

“Yeah.” you replied, mentally adding ‘and he met my blade’, feeling ashamed regarding your childish response to his sudden appearance, even though he had said that there was no harm done.

Mr Howard approached and gestured towards the room so that you would enter.

Your gaze briefly crossed 47’s and you gave him an awkward smile, passing him and sitting down in the chair where he had been sitting previously. It was still warm-

-Wait, why would you even notice that? You shifted a little.

Diana and Mr Howard exchanged some quick words.

Meanwhile, 47 and Lucas stood a little behind them, muttering amongst themselves, and then briefly looked at you. You threw one leg over the other to shield your discomfort while you wondered if they were talking about you. Activating your eagle eye to focus on their conversation didn’t help at all, either.

Mr Howard soon entered the office and closed the doors, breaking your line of vision.

“So, (Y/n). We have a lot to go over.”

You hummed in agreement, folding your hands in your lap. “What do you want to know, sir?”

“How are you experiencing this alliance so far?”

“Well, Agent 47 is certainly a man who knows what he’s doing. He’s capable albeit a bit stiff, but there is potential to work together, sir.”

Mr Howard sat down and put on his reading glasses, running a hand through his beard.

“What’s his way of operating?”

“Silent, unseen, avoiding collateral damage as much as possible. The ICA holds a whole arsenal of resources he can use, varying from explosives to poisons and melee weapons. It’s interesting. Sir.”

Mr Howard nodded, scribbling something down. He looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue.

“He told me he uses disguises as well. Knocks people out and takes their clothes in order to blend in, sir.”

You rubbed your arm and leaned back a little. “He hides in plain sight, sir.”

“Does he use higher or lower grounds?”

“Lower, sir.” Mr Howard wrote something down.

“Do you see yourself working on a contract with him?”

“Sir, I am not sure if this is what we stand for as the Brotherhood of Assassins. The people involved are all elite, they don’t intervene with the peace of the common people and—”

“That is none of your concern, (Y/n). A contract is a contract and you are going to fulfil it together.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“You need to show us how you collaborate on the work field, hence why we have given you such a simple contract to carry out. We need to see if this goes well before trying to tackle anything greater. Behind the scenes, we’re preparing a lot. Your opinions on the matter are in this case to be disregarded of. Do you understand me?”

You bowed your head. “Naturally, sir. I apologise for doubting your choices, sir.”

Mr Howard put down his pen and folded his hands in front of him.

“(Y/n), I need to ask you something.”

“Of course.”

You straightened your back, shifting to the edge of your chair.

“You know that I am growing older. Next spring, I’ll be seventy-five years of age. In five years, I am retiring from my work as the Eldest of Council. We need new members on the Council, and I wanted to ask you if you were open to that. You’ll start in the lowest rank, of course, but you’ll be able to climb over time. That way, our people can shift one rank up and you’ll be added.”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. “Oh, you’re catching me off-guard, sir. That is quite the request you’re making.”

He kindly smiled at you. “We want you to become a teacher and mentor as soon as you turn forty.” Your stomach churned – it would mean that you’d be given less action and mainly teaching, but your body would eventually not allow that much action anymore, anyway – “And also take up a position in the Council. You’re one of the best Assassins we’ve ever had, and given that there are no descendants to the (L/n) line, we need you to teach the younger ones.”

Biting back a sarcastic remark on both you and your brother being childless, you once again bowed your head. “I’m honoured, sir. Do you allow me to think it over?”

“Of course,” he replied, “But know this. In order for you to be promoted, we need you to work along with Operation Shalom. Give us your all.”

“Always, sir.” you said, “Is there anything else you need to know, sir?”

“For now, you’re dismissed.” he said, “If I require your presence, you’ll know.”

You stood and straightened your back, bidding the Eldest of Council a good day before leaving the office.

 You didn’t feel like seeking out 47, opting for the training hall on your own.

Hearing him talk about not really needing you during his mission had struck a raw nerve –

 “- I don’t need you, (Y/n). Trust me, I’ve got this.”

 You closed your eyes, slamming down onto the punching bag with immense force.

Your mind was there again; Half a decade ago, the evening before your brother headed on the mission that would turn out to be his last. Anger and sorrow tugged at your heartstrings with every blow you punched into the bag, crying out behind the force of your protected fists.

 “Joseph, I don’t mind coming along. An extra pair of blades will only make it easier.”

“You have plenty of other things to do. And it will be good for me to slash up some Templars to take my mind off… You know.”

 Sweat travelled down your brow as you kicked your leg up at liver-height, the chains holding the bag up rattling at the disturbance.

 “Okay. Be careful, Joey.”

“Of course, (Y/n)-ey. I know what I’m doing.”

 Your flushed, sweaty cheeks masked the single tear escaping your eye perfectly.

You felt your wrist jolt in pain, but no matter – it was nothing compared to the pain of grief tugging tearing at your heart.

With a groan, you concluded your onslaught on the training bag, panting heavily, wiping your brow with the towel that hung around your neck.

“Are you alright?”

Sebastian approached with in his hand a bottle of cold water, handing it to you.

Quickly taking off the wrappings around your hands, you smiled and took it, gulping it down greedily.

“I’m fine. Just a bit… Frustrated with some annoying Templars who pushed my buttons this morning.” you lied. It felt bad to not tell him the truth, but secrecy was important.

“Did they provoke you?”

“They eventually regretted trying to do so.”

Seb chuckled a little. “That’s the (Y/n) I know!”

A smirk tugged at your lips and you buried your face into the towel, patting away the sweat.

“So, what’s new today?”

“Ah, nothing really.” Sebastian responded. “Laura cut a wrong wire which caused his internet to be fucked up for the rest of the morning.”

“Typically Laura.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Women, am I right?” Seb jokingly added, earning a lethal glare from you.

“I’m only kidding, women are perfectly capable of—”

“I know, Seb!” you laughed, hitting his chest playfully.

He grabbed your wrist and pushed you back a little.

“Wanna fight, huh?” you taunted with a grin, causing him to hop into a fighting stance, and you were about to lightly jab at his stomach when you heard someone clearing their throat behind you.

“Am I interrupting something?” 47 asked.

“Most certainly not.” you dryly replied, your playful demeanour replaced by severity.

“Ah, Tobias, this is Sebastian, he works in IT. Seb, this is Tobias, the exchange Assassin I told you about.”

They shook each other's hand a bit awkwardly, and Sebastian backed away slightly.

“I’ll eh… I’ll leave you two be.”

“Thank you for the water.” you told him upon his departure, but he rushed away with sudden urgency, seemingly uncomfortable.

“That’s your friend, then?”

You nodded. “He’s a bit of a dork, but I love him like family.”

47 hummed. “I supposed that we would meet up to discuss our mission.”

“Of course,” you said, “But I feel like I should shower first. Meet me upstairs in twenty.”

Agent 47 agreed on that idea to be best.

You withdrew to your bathroom, stripping down, running a quick shower.

After refreshing, you went to see 47, finding him where you had told him to meet you.

“Come with me.” you said, leading him to a more secluded area where you could talk over your files in peace, without Council members scurrying around, which would only cause distraction by typing away at documents and making phone calls.

 “Sit.” you gestured to an empty seat, putting the folder on the large table in the middle of the room, stepping over to the wall to reveal the expanse of a skylight in the ceiling, water floating on top of it, appearing to the outside world as a pond. It allowed light to stream into the room and you sighed. “That’s better.”

You sat down next to 47, unfolding the papers in front of you, laying them out on the surface of the table.

“Karl Wasserman and Georgina Johnson. Newly wed, hopelessly in love, inseparable.” you said, turning to the hitman next of you.

“What can you tell me about how this works? Contracts, I mean. I rarely prepare this thoroughly for missions. Schedules always change, anyway. All I need are my eagle vision and my hidden blades. Never have any trouble.” Well, that was a lie, “Usually.” you added.

“Well, as you may have noticed, the ICA has received a contract from a client. Diana has collected all intel for me and then leaves me to prepare. I pick a few items to bring and let her know what I need. Then, I’m sent out to the target’s location and either slip in or go undercover.”

“A lot of work, then.” you mused. “How do you handle emergencies? Collateral damage and all?”

Agent 47 let out a sound. “Differently than you. The first time I ran into you, you had killed a whole bunch of politicians.”

“They were all Templars. My target happened to be among them.”

“So you don’t kill just your target?”

“It’s collateral damage we’re talking about, 47. Not actual enemies. Those Templars were my enemies.”

“How can you be sure that they were connected to them?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “No, the large Templar cross stitched on their sleeves isn’t a dead giveaway.”

47 was unaffected by your scowl.

“Right. I suppose that’s where we differ. I only kill my target and you kill your target plus all the Templars you encounter.”

“One Templar less is one step closer to protecting the Pieces of Eden. Are you telling me that you’ve never had to kill someone else while on a mission?”

“Of course I did.”

“Well, then. What’s the problem?” you snapped, prickly.

“There is no problem. It will be if you make it one.” he calmly stated.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Fine. Let’s just go over this contract and get it over with. It’s not like you need me, anyway.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he quizzed.

“I overheard you talking to Diana.”

“You were eavesdropping.”

“No—Actually, yeah, but that’s not the point, I’m just…”

You deeply inhaled, not wanting to let your chagrin take the better of you. You were an adult, for fuck’s sake, and the last thing you wanted to be petty to an assassin you tried building a friendship with. Ageing did not cause it to be easier to make friends.

And so you sighed, folding your hands in front of you. “I’m sorry.” you said. “I let my emotions become the better of me, it’s just… I don’t like feeling unnecessary.”

“Why do you think you’re unnecessary?”

“You said you’d rather do this contract alone.  That I’d only weigh you back.”

“Well, don’t you think of it the same way, then? That you’d rather go on your own as well?”

You were overreacting – you knew it, but it had triggered some locked away memories about your brother. It was too soon to pour out your heart, let alone to a man who you barely knew and who didn’t know how emotion worked, and thus, you bit your lip, swallowing it away.

“We both aren’t too happy with those circumstances. Let’s just make the best of it. The sooner it’s done with, the better, right?”

47 agreed with a nod.

You reached for your papers, seeking intel on the first target, but you flinched as your hand hit the side of the table in your movement. You had forgotten about punching the bag the wrong way earlier.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” you said, holding your wrist. “Just a little accident during my earlier training. It’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

Agent 47 looked at your hand. “Let me see.” he stated, not even a question. He gently took your wrist in his hand, his skin surprisingly warm to the touch. His fingers were soft safe from his trigger finger, which now traced along the purpling hue on your wrist. “That seems like quite the bruise.” he muttered. “Maybe try some ice-”

“I said that it will be fine. Stuff like this happens all the time. I’m sure that one of my toes has been broken before, too, but I’ve never gotten it checked out. It’s still a little crooked, but it barely hurts anymore. This is not even half as bad and will be gone soon.”

“If you say so.” 47 said, releasing your hand, turning back to the table. “Let’s talk about Karl Wasserman. Have you thought of any method you’d prefer to use?”

You soon joined in, discussing your findings, yet your hand laid limply in your lap, utterly relaxed despite the slight pain you felt. Your skin was turning blue and angry, but for some reason, 47’s touch lingered.

Shaking it off, you focused on the matter at hand, deciding upon the way Wasserman should die.

[vampiregirl1797]

First Days With Your Boyfriend’s Cardigan

Spencer Reid x Reader

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Word Count: 2,199

Summary: Y/N is starting her first day at the BAU as a technical analyst working alongside Penelope Garcia. She turns up wearing one of Spencer’s beloved cardigans to offer her some comfort on a particularly anxious day. How will the others react when they make the connection between Y/N and Spencer?

Requested by: @synthemo 

I took a deep breath as I stared up at the FBI building in Quantico, Virginia. My boyfriend, Spencer had gotten me a job working alongside the BAU’s technical analyst, Penelope Garcia. I still had absolutely no idea how far his influence had contributed towards me getting the job, all I knew was last Wednesday at 9am I’d had a job interview with Garcia and the unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. The latter had been a little intimidating, but I’d been prepared for that thanks to Spencer’s forewarning. Thankfully, Penelope had been bright, bubbly and had made it impossible for me not to relax in her company. The interview had passed in a blur, and I’d received a call three days ago telling me I had got the job and I started today. Spence had gone in before me— he’d been called in for a child abduction case in L.A, and after rushing to get ready in under five minutes, he’d left me with a kiss and a quietly murmured ‘good luck today honey.’

I’d fallen back asleep within minutes, but when my alarm had gone off this morning, the nerves had woken with me and had been getting progressively worse since. So I’d grabbed one of Spence’s cardigans on my way out of the door— he’d worn it all day yesterday so it smelled of him, and the soft, warm fabric made me feel almost as safe as I did when I was in his arms. I was hoping no one would notice, though it was pretty oversized on me, but I could have easily bought it this big on purpose. Even if they did, I couldn’t bring myself to be too bothered by it; Spence was my boyfriend, he made me feel loved and safe, and I wasn’t going to be embarrassed for needing that today. 

I found Garcia in her bat cave pretty easily— she’d given me a tour after my interview last week and she brightened up as soon as she saw me and gave me the biggest hug, immediately making me feel more at ease. 

‘Y/N! You’re here, I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve been looking forward to this since your interview last week, I knew then that you were my missing I.T. soulmate, the yin to my computer yang.’ She paused for breath, noticing the understanding smile on my face, ‘you know exactly what I mean, don’t you?’

‘I do,’ I nodded, settling into the wheeled chair she pulled out for me and taking in the many screens that were clearly my set up, because they were the only ones in the room that were blank. While Garcia’s were lit up with programmes, search results and surrounded by so many bright, fluffy objects that instantly made my mood brighten just that little more.

‘So where do we start?’ I wondered, wrapping Spence’s cardigan tighter around me as I listened to the information Hotch had asked us both to gather.

‘Okay, so apparently our newest resident sicko is someone in this family’s life. His preference is teenagers and due to the fact that Kellen David disappeared without a struggle, the team thinks that the kid knew his abductor,’ Garcia started, handing me a list of handwritten names and sectors for me to search.

‘Got it, what permitters am I searching for?’ I asked, loading the system that I created onto my set up— I’d had it ready to go for days so it only took a few minutes to set up.

‘Any man who seems involved in the David’s lives, relatives have already been cleared, so anyone from outside blood relations who appeared when Kellen was coming out of infancy.’ Garcia reeled off, typing on her computer as she spoke.

After a moment, I joined her, both of us working silently, well up until my phone rang and I nearly fell out of my chair in surprise. Garcia laughed at my reaction and nodded towards the headset next to the phone. With a sigh I slid it on and hit answer.

‘You’ve reached one of the two technical analysts for the BAU.’ I murmured into the phone, nerves clearly present, but they disappeared when I realised who I was talking to.

‘Hey honey,’ Spence said, his voice soft and I felt my anxiety completely diminish, ‘how’s your first day going?’

‘Good, I’m over half way through the list Garcia gave me and I haven’t found anything yet.’ I told him, discreetly inhaling his scent from the cardigan I was still wearing as he spoke; with the sound of his voice and his aroma that was imbedded in his clothing, my anxiety didn’t stand a chance of re-appearing.

‘I’m glad to hear it. I’m actually calling to ask you to search something for me, would that be okay?’ He asked, sounding almost timid and it made my heart soften in his chest. He was always so considerate with me, always asking me something in a way that was clear that I could say no if I wished.

‘Of course it is. What do you need, Doc?’ The nickname slid past my lips without much thought, but I did smile when I noticed Spencer’s change in tone, hinting at the flustered state that always followed that particular endearment.

‘Can you check where Garrett Harold was around the time of the abduction?’ He said, and I knew if I could see him right now, he would be blushing and his eyes would have darkened from their usual light cinnamon to chocolate in his desire. Depending on his mood, that particular nickname could make him beam with pride, blush bashfully, or make him so overrun with desire that we would both be naked within minutes. It was unfortunate he had the latter reaction when I was thousands of miles away from him. 

‘According to credit card statements Garrett Harold was only a few blocks away from the David’s house fifteen minutes before the abduction. He bought a large caramel latte, and he even purchased a flight to Paris from his phone but there’s no record of him being in France.’ I told him, crossing my legs as I tried to dampen my own desire that always arose in response to his.

‘Thank you, honey.’ He hung up and Garcia and I fell back into the comfortable silence we’d become accustomed to very quickly. 

I didn’t know that Garcia had been half listening to our conversation, and that hearing the relaxed way I spoke to him had allowed her mind to remember where she’d seen the cardigan I was wearing before. On the resident genius, Spencer Reid. She grinned and turned back to her work, wondering how long it would take the other profilers to realise what she’d picked up on in under an hour.

//

‘How long until they’re back?’ I asked Pen for what must have been the hundredth time, but I couldn’t help it, I’d heard that Spence and Derek had to talk down the suspect. I was beyond proud of him for saving Kellen David, but I after I’d heard Garrett had fired a shot at my genius because he wanted to be shot dead and not go to prison, well I needed to see him with my own two eyes to make sure he was okay.

‘They’ll be here in a few minutes, Derek just texted me and said they’re in the elevator.’ Garcia said, typing a response to Morgan and squealing when I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me to the elevator.

When the doors finally slid open, I offered everyone else bright smiles but made a beeline for my resident genius and threw my arms around his neck. I could hear exclamations of surprise from behind me, but I didn’t care and nuzzled into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, my eyes fluttering closed at how much stronger it was coming from him than the cardigan I’d been holding hostage all day.

‘Hey honey,’ he chuckled, holding me just as tightly and I smiled when I could hear him inhaling after he’d buried his face in my hair, ‘I’m okay, I told you I was.’

‘I know, but you could have lied to stop me from worrying,’ I replied, not even bothering to open my eyes.

‘Well... you’re not wrong.’ His tone was sheepish.

‘Did you get hit?’ I pulled back, my eyes taking in his appearance as if I could see any injuries that would be hiding underneath his soft cardigan, shirt, tie and dress pants.

‘No I moved out of the way, he shot the wall and Derek shot him.’ His eyes were soft as I linked my arm through his and allowed him to lead me back into the elevator.

‘Don’t you have paperwork?’ I wondered, but couldn’t stop myself from subconsciously holding him tighter at the prospect of him leaving me.

‘No, I finished it on the jet, had a feeling we’d both need each other’s company tonight.’ He smiled, caressing the side of my face and bringing my lips to his as my eyes fluttered closed at his touch. 

I didn’t notice the surprise on five of the six agents faces as they saw our familiarity that clearly hinted at a romantic relationship. The sixth agent was grinning at seeing Reid so comfortable and clearly unbelievably happy around me, well, that and the sight of the shock on her family’s faces. I was too wrapped up in how Reid’s lips felt against mine; warm, soft and comforting that I couldn’t have told you my own name if you’d asked me in that moment. As the doors slid closed, Spencer broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine as we both regained our breath.

‘I think the cats out of the bag,’ he murmured, his eyes glittering with mirth.

‘They didn’t know?’ I frowned; I’d figured Spence had told them who I was when he’d suggested me for the job.

‘No, I wanted you to know you got the job because of how amazing your technical analyst skills are, not because of your connection to me.’ He explained, his hands moving through my hair as he spoke.

I felt my eyes soften and I was pretty sure I felt my heart fall a little bit deeper in love with the brilliant, wonderful, considerate man in front of me. I noticed he was avoiding my eyes, probably because he was afraid of how I’d react at his team knowing we were together.

‘I love you, Spencer Reid.’ I murmured, smiling when his eyes met mine, the brown having melted to syrup as they softened, ‘and I don’t care that the team knows, you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met, why wouldn't I want everyone knowing that I love you?’

His eyes closed for a moment, and when he spoke I could hear the emotion that he was trying so hard to control in his voice, ‘I love you too, Y/N.’

He kissed me again, this kiss was different than the relieved kiss we’d shared earlier. This one was full of love, happiness and the adoration we shared for one another. We pulled away as the elevator came to a stop, and walked out into the lobby and out of the building hand in hand. 

‘Have I ever told you how much I love seeing you in my clothes?’ He casually mentioned as we walked to his car— I’d gotten the bus this morning seeing as he’d had to come in before me.

‘Hmm...’ I pursed my lips, pretending to give it some thought, ‘no I don’t think you have.’ I teased, knowing that he told me every time I “borrowed” his cardigans, shirts or T-shirts. 

‘Well I really love it.’ He smiled, caressing my face as he murmured, ‘I love how you borrow my clothes because they smell like me, and because they make you feel safe and remind you that you’re loved.’

I felt tears form in my eyes, once again blown away by his perceptiveness, at how well he knew me. I didn’t know what to say, other than once again tell him how much I loved him, because what was there to say to that? I wanted to tell him how much it meant to me that he knew me so well, that he took the time to understand me in a way that no one else ever had, but I just couldn’t get my lips to form the words. But I didn’t need to, because he already knew how much he meant to me, how much I adored him, how I couldn’t bear to be without him. It was obvious in the way his eyes softened as he observed me, the gentle way he tucked my hair behind my ear and the kind but firm way he held my hand. He knew me better than anyone else, and I knew that it was the same for him too. Spencer was my other half, and words couldn’t adequately describe how grateful I was to have him in my world as the love of my life and my best friend.

A/N: @synthemo I don’t know if this is what you envisioned, but this is where I went with it. I know I went a little OTT with the fluff, but what can I say, I’m an addict when it comes to fluffy moments with Spencer Reid. I hope you liked it && I’ll try and get through some of your other requests when I’m off work later in the week! ☺️

[cheese-ception]

Tactus

Here I come again, with my obnoxious obsession with Latin. Tactus means touch.

Sometimes a little goes a long way, especially when it comes to fluff. Please enjoy this extremely self-indulgent reader insert, my sweet peas ♡

pairing: Leviathan (Obey Me!) x reader warnings: none word count: 1940 beta-tested on my darling @masamune-archive​ ♡ special tag: @tsubaki3192​ ♡

The room is dark, save for the lights coming out of a set of several monitors and the ever-present bioluminescence emitted by the various fish and corals in the giant tank lining the walls.

Stretching languidly, you let out a groan, back stiff from hours of sitting still, blinking away your tiredness. Your little break is almost over and you jump in your chair, the sound of the door opening giving you a little scare, before calm settles over you again upon realising it's just Levi returning from his bathroom trip.

You watch him as he does his little ritual of wiping his hands with a sanitizer, despite only just having washed them, and you smile. He is very particular with his quirks and you find it endearing.

You decide not to tell him though. After all, it's awkward enough between the two of you at times, even without him knowing.

He slinks into his seat, un-muting his headset to announce his return to the rest of the party and you follow suit, eager to get the second half of the raid started. You have always looked forward to the gaming part of your meetings the most, as it has given you something to bridge the space between the two of you. It has connected you on an almost unnervingly natural level, ever since you decided you had enough of being called a normie and invited him to a duel between your avatars in Mononoke Land. You still remember his sulky expression after you wiped the floor with him. The surprise in his face, eyebrows shooting upwards and pupils narrowing to mere dots. The way he nearly threw his controller against the wall in a moment of sheer jealousy overtaking him upon his defeat.

He was very cross with you that night, but you were glad.

Something's changed between you then and he no longer called you silly nicknames, no longer doubted you whenever you expressed interest in a new game coming out or a series to watch.

It took some time, but eventually he seemed to let down most of his walls around you, treating you like his equal in your shared passion over gaming and inviting you to play on his computer instead of being stuck with your somewhat outdated model.

He insisted it was because 'if you lagged it would slow him down and he did not want to have to carry you through the content', but the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth betrayed him and you knew he actually wanted to spend time together, without the screens separating you.

At least you wanted to believe it, since he obviously never said so himself.

You snap out of your reverie after some time, a smile still on your lips, to find Levi peering into your face.

Your character is laying dead on the floor and you fully expect to be scolded for not paying attention, till you realised everyone else has wiped too and Leviathan's expression seems to reflect worry rather than displeasure.

He is almost unsettlingly close and you hold your breath, colour rising into your cheeks at his sudden proximity. Swallowing audibly, you break the spell and he realises what has been happening, leaning back into his chair so quickly that his head bounces off of the little neck support pillow, causing him to utter a curse in a language you do not understand.

Muffling a laugh, you squeak awkwardly, dismantling the last of your dignity, shrinking into yourself, no longer caring about the game. You watch on as Leviathan's fingers fly over the keyboard in what seems like an intricate dance, typing in strings of letters that are too small for you to see from your spot.

With a click, he powers down his headphones, sliding them off to his neck, where they rest, quiet, in lieu of a necklace. He has no need for jewellery and it is so very like him to be ready to immerse himself in music or voice chat at any given time, so having them ready really is a no-brainer.

You want to chuckle at it, suppressing your voice once more, not planning to tease him about it, not wanting him to know that you found that to be cute as well.

He reaches over to your side of the desk, closing the programs running with a practised precision and you watch him, silent apprehension building up inside you when he scoots a little closer to remove your headset for you.

He seems almost hesitant and overly careful, making sure he does not touch you directly, hands shaking slightly while he tends to the process of getting you fully off-line, making no sound, save for the rustle of his clothes and the soft clicks of the items against the surface of his desk.

You wonder what has gotten into him and decide to help, reaching for the mouse to put it back into its charging station.

Your outstretched hand almost grasps at the peripheral, ready to lift it from the table, but you realise all too late that Levi seemed to have the same idea. You knuckles brush against a warm surface and you freeze, realising it is the back of his hand, already on the device you were reaching for.

He lets out a panicked gasp and you both withdraw, your fingers stroking against him in your hasty retreat, causing him to sigh.

Thankful for the dimness of your surroundings, you fling yourself backwards, cheeks aflame and heart racing.

You knew he didn't like to be touched by others, but the feeling of his skin against yours was too exhilarating to dismiss the butterflies taking flight in your stomach.

Unsure if you could meet his gaze, you let yours dart away and you wring your arms in front of yourself like a child caught in the middle of being naughty.

Silence stretches on and you brave to cast a glance at him after all, curiosity taking the best of you at last.

He stands unmoving, hand still on the desk, supporting his lean frame against it in the same position as when you touched. He resembles a marble statue, so still and so beautiful.

You choke your voice, just in time to restrain the praise that sits at the back of your mind.

There is no denying it, you love him. For all that he is, his bashfulness and embarrassment alike with the way his whole face lit up when he was showering you with details about his little obsessions, the delicate way with which he traced the spines of the countless volumes of manga filling the shelves of his room, how he always seemed taken aback by your interest in the things he liked, how his sunset-like eyes shone when he was happy. You are smitten, but you do not want to cross any boundaries, don't want to ruin the friendship you worked so hard and so long to build. He means too much to you to selfishly walk all over it just to fulfil your likely one-sided wishes.

After a solid couple of minutes of absolute stillness, Leviathan clears his throat, carding his digits through his hair as he speaks, voice so soft it nearly breaks you.

'I... I'm sorry, I did not mean to...' he stammers and your heart lurches to your throat, moved by the fact that he is the one to apologize, even though he has no real reason to.

He turns to face you, leaning against the edge of the desk in what looks like an attempt at an easygoing pose, though you can sense the discomfort he is in, watching as his fingers dig into the semi-discarded mousepad.

'I am sure you wouldn't want someone like me touching you, I was just trying to help because you seemed a little out of it. Forgive me.'

You rise from your chair to level with him, taking a small step forward to cut down some of the distance between you, not too close but hoping to offer some comfort by not turning away, knowing he likely expected you to do so.

His face is dusted by an intense blush, spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and disappearing under the collar of his hoodie. He is a sight to behold, long lashes peeking underneath a thick fringe of silky hair, head tilted slightly to the side, awaiting your reaction with a bated breath, chewing on his lower lip nervously.

'There's nothing to forgive, silly. I did not mind in the slightest,' you utter, words leaving you so suddenly that you clasp your hands over your mouth, cursing yourself for sounding so direct instead of easing him in.

'What?' he retorts, the pitch of his voice a little higher than normal, his blush somehow still growing in intensity.

You blink rapidly, covering the rest of your face, no longer able to look at him, stiffness stilling your legs before you take another step closer.

'I said I did not mind. Your touch, that is. It was nice, actually.'

Your voice comes out hoarse and so quiet that he has to convince himself he did not just imagine it while he shifts against the desk, the whole setup creaking slightly under his weight.

'Can you... say that again, I think I misheard?' he inquires, taking time to spell out each of the words with obvious disbelief.

You repeat again, a sliver of confidence seeping into your words, lending them some of the strength they were lacking before.

He stares at you, stunned, irises dilated and the air around him shivering with his aura and you wonder if you perhaps upset him after all, all too aware that his form shifts when he experiences strong emotions.

His eyes gleam in the darkness, a possessive glint bringing out their colour and you take in the sight, seeing him change into his demonic form, scales sprouting over his neck, coral-like horns adorning his head in intricate curves, his tail swaying around him before wrapping around one of his legs.

You half-expect him to pounce at you and punish you for your insolence, but his actions are staggeringly gentle and he extends his hand to you timidly, trying his best not to shy away.

'T..then do you maybe want to do it again? I also, uh... Didn't mind!' he stutters, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck, so darling and fragile, despite his altered appearance.

Time seems to move in slow motion as you nod, taking his hand in yours as if it was the most holy of all artefacts, gently sliding your fingers between his, pulling it closer to you. He lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes, his tail coiling around your waist in a gentle embrace and you feel him squeeze your hand softly, his digits warm against yours.

Taking the final step towards him, you snuggle against his chest, inhaling his scent. He smells like the ocean and the soda you both drank before and it's the sweetest, most soothing thing you have ever experienced.

You feel him rest his chin against the top of your head and exhale, relaxing against you carefully, not letting go of your hand for a single moment, afraid that you might. He hardly needs to worry about that though, because it's the last thing on your mind. There's no other place you would rather be than with him and you make it your quest to make him realise it, no matter how long that may take.

________ Masterlist

[seokiloquy]

Lost In- What Word? Pt 1 - Akaashi Keiji

AU: Single Parent

Requested

Word Count: 4.5k+

Disclaimer: Fem! Reader, Time skip spoilers, Udai being a meta Furudate insert, just fluff

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

Akaashi wasn’t sure if Udai was naturally forgetful, or just held so much anticipation in his smaller form that he glossed over details and didn't realize it. Udai was an excellent author despite not having reached the major public yet. His first published work was short and eerie which most of the shonen reading population didn’t greedily rip off the shelves. Although, those that did read it gave him overwhelming support, maybe the rest of the world wasn’t ready for that kind of psychological horror just yet.

When Akaashi originally applied for a position at the publishing company he intended to work in the literature department, editing lengthy novels and picking out grammatical errors, not reading conversations via text bubbles and looking for continuity errors between images. He never did pick out the exact moment he went from editor to fact-checker and archivist. Akaashi also never knew how many different ways there were to translate a single word until he met you. And once he did, he realized that his eyes would follow you across the office as you ran around and spoke to other editors, helping them furnish their translations so that they flowed properly.

“Tenma, isn’t he meant to be out of the rotation for this panel?” Akaashi couldn’t help but grimace when faced with the utter despair that had pulled on Udai’s typically eased expression. The panel itself was masterfully drawn, taking up two pages and showing off Udai’s immense talent in drawing expressions and anatomy.

“I spent 8 hours on that, only to find out that it needs to be scrapped. What has my life come to?”

The yellow office lights made both of the men’s hair give off a green tinge and made their faces look sickly. Udai frowned as he pushed his chair back and let his chin sit on the table of the small meeting room. His hair curled around his fingers as they gently tugged on the ends of the wavy black stands, straightening them only to let them go and have them bounce back into place.

Akaashi flipped through the printed out pages of the chapter, letting the loose papers lay flat on the table. He pointed to the next pages. “These are fine though. They’re in the right rotation here, so not all is lost at least.”

Udai sighed, as he threw his weight back into the chair, making it spin with his momentum. “That’s all well and good, but I was really proud of that panel. It was going to be the attention grabber.”

Akaashi pursed his lips gently, flipping through the pages once more before tucking them into the pale yellow folder and closing it. Udai’s new story was in its beginning stages, only having a sample chapter that would be published in the following week’s magazine, that is if they got it done in time. 

“It needs to be perfect. I can’t have this not work and starve for the rest of my life.”

Akaashi opened his mouth slightly, taking in a deep breath, ready to spout out his words of encouragement for his colleague when there was a knock on the door followed by the soft creaking of the hinges as it opened.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to ask Udai about some of the uh… what’s the word? Dang, I’m supposed to know Japanese, it’s my job. The— I give up. Help?”

Udai chuckled and waved you over to take the seat opposite him, you shook your head and bowed slightly as your hand raised, saying you were alright, not needing the chair. Leaning down slightly you pointed at the ruff sketch copy in your hand where your current author’s handwriting seemed to over the edges of the text bubble slightly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but how in the hell am I supposed to translate ‘paisen’?”

The innocent question seemed to brighten Udai’s mood much more than Akaashi’s monotone words of support would have. The older man launched backwards, nearly flinging himself off the chair, in a fit of laughter. His hands gripped the shirt he wore above his stomach and chest as they tried to ease the laughing pains.

Akaashi chuckled at the sight before looking at your somewhat regretful expression, you were probably too used to your co-workers laughing at your in-fluency at Japanese. “You can probably substitute a familiar nickname or a joking reference of respect.”

You sighed and brushed your hand over the back of your neck, “I swear, Himari had the intent to torture me with this last chapter. Thank you, Akaashi.”

Finally calmed from his fit of giggles, Udai sat straight in his chair and sent you a gracious smile. “Well, at least when you join our team I won’t torture you as much.”

You gave Udai and Akaashi a teasing smirk as you reached for the door handle. “I’m not so sure about that,” you said. “Besides, you need to get the attention of the readers before I join your team. No point in translating a comic that doesn’t even get off the ground right?”

You sent them a wink and the door closed behind you with a quiet click.

“Was that a challenge?”

“I believe so,” Akaashi said, handing Udai a blank sheet of paper. “Looks like we have some work to do.”

The office was, as it was the day before, and the day before that, calm. Udai sat in a small isolated office on his own with a naturally coloured lamp hanging over his hunched figure. The rest of his team, including Akaashi and now you as well, sat outside his door in a row of cubicles that led up to a large window that took up the entirety of the wall. In the corner cubicle, pressed against the window and directly across from him, you sat, typing away on your computer as you translated the Japanese text into Wild Words fonted English. 

“Akaashi, is the end of chapter ready to translate?” Your head peeked over the frosted cubicle wall, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips and the corner of your eyes pinching together. Akaashi’s gaze fluttered around.

“Ah, Ya the edits are done so you can finish translating it now.”

The smile you wore only seemed to grow, making Akaashi want to turn away and stare at the same time. The sun’s light contrasted with the dull rectangular lights in the office, making your skin glow. Your fingers tightened on the top of the glass and your shoulders rose to your ears, you narrowly missed knocking over an owl keychain that hung on his side of the wall.

“Perfect,” you said. “I’ll get them done now.”

The day continued like this, everyone working and occasionally calling out to each other through their cubed walls, possibly getting a twirling pen in the forehead followed by a meek apology (coming from you). Every time you spoke to someone you would rise out of your seat to make eye contact with them, refusing to continue speaking otherwise, and even though he wasn’t the person you always spoke to, each time your head began to poke out of your squared corner Akaashi couldn’t help but turn his attention your way, watching as the sun's light danced around you. It didn’t come to a surprise when, like every instance before, Akaashi looked up when you shot up from your seat. Only this time there was a frantic look plastered unevenly on your face, one that the warm light didn’t compliment.

“Please tell me my clock is wrong and that it’s not 4 pm.”

Chiyo leaned back in her chair, setting down her Cintiq’s pen and flipped the watch on her wrist so that the face faced her. “Yup, it’s actually 4:15.”

Akaashi was surprised to hear a not so work friendly English curse leave your lips as you rushed to save files on your computer while simultaneously packing your purse. You continued to swear as you ran out of your cubicle and toward the elevators with a quick “goodbye” being thrown over your shoulder. The office was quiet.

“Does that happen often?” Ena asked as he pulled off his glasses.

The group of artists and their editor sat in stunned silence for a few moments, minds racing over where the young translator had scurried off to. In their collaborative confusion, the team slowly went back to their respective jobs.

Himari came around the corner of the office, coffee in hand, as she chatted with her editor, who was nursing his own mug. The writer looked up for her conversation to see Udai’s team and gave them a polite nod. They were going to meekly return to their work when Himari paused her steps and looked at the empty plush chair that sat rotated and untucked in your cubicle.

“Oh, did (Y/N) leave?” to Akaashi’s surprise, Himari was not.

“Does she do that often?” he asked, setting down his pen on the counter of his desk.

Himari nodded, smiling, “Oh ya, sometimes she gets lucky and her friend can handle it but a lot of the time she has to run out of here by 3.” Akaashi’s brow furrowed slightly as Himari took a sip of her coffee before continuing waving her hand by her head, “Don’t worry too much about it though, she always comes in early to get her work done.”

Before they could question further, Himari was off with her editor sending them a knowing smile.

When the end of the workday rolled around, only 45 minutes after your quick departure, Akaashi found his eyes trailing back to his phone that sat at the corner of his desk on top of a stack of papers. Keeping watch on his phone, he swung his bag over his shoulder and shut off his computer. The device remained silent as the team began to pile out of their seats, toward the elevators and in a fit of contemplation, he reached for the phone.

Your response was quick and vague; Family thing, happens often. I’ll tell you later. See you tomorrow!

After the sample comic was released, Udai was thrown when he received an immense amount of interest for his characters and story, and he was even more excited when he received word from the magazine’s publishers that they wanted him to continue with the path he was on. The months building up to this moment were filled with constant plot revisions, reference excursions, and interviews until they came to a conclusive framework of the story, and continued introductions as new members were added to their original duo to make the workload less hefty. 

Today though was the day that the story’s first chapter would finally be released to the public. 

Akaashi tracked into the office, heading to the lounge to grab a coffee before coming up to his cubicle against the window and setting his bag down, immediately heading to the lounge. 8:40 in the morning, 20 minutes before the expected time of arrival, Akaashi, back at his desk, was just about to take a sip of coffee when a small snore overlapped the sound of the air conditioners, creating a dishonest harmony. 

On the other side of the frosted glass wall of the cubicle was you, head resting on the black mouse pad that had a small plush cushion for your wrist. Akaashi quickly rounded the desks, coming to our side to gently rouse you from your slumber before your co-workers arrived. He was to wake you up gently with a hand on your shoulder, that was the plan. The plan changed when he noticed the small picture frame on your desk, surrounded by various action figures and Funko pops.

With one hand on your shoulder and the other holding the fame, he studied the photo with a kind gaze. He was so enthralled with the image that he forgot that below his other hand, was you.

“He’s cute ain’t he?” you asked, startling the editor back to his current reality as you stretched, arching your back like a cat. Akaashi’s attention was brought back to the current situation as you reached out for another frame in the opposite corner of your desk. “His name is Naoko. Here, this photo is newer.”

The young boy in the new photo looked like you a lot, more so than the previous one where he was just an infant that carried more resemblance to a potato than a human. Akaashi, without taking his eyes off the pictures, pulled the chair out from under Ena’s desk and sat next to you. He didn’t say anything, deciding just to admire the photos he held and letting you decide whether or not he should have the pleasure of hearing a story.

You sighed and yawned, leaning over the armrest of your chair so you would see them too. “He’s six, really quiet. I moved here when I found out. Hardly even out of university, and I was already pregnant with some strangers kid,” you laughed, making Akaashi stare at your features for a moment, wanting to point out which ones could be found on the boy.

“Is he the reason you moved to Japan?” Akaashi was a little taken aback by your willingness to talk, but in hindsight, you didn’t seem like the person to keep secrets, often rattling with your co-workers about your interests. Thinking back, maybe he should have expected something like this, Himari seemed to have known after working with you for several years, happily dancing around the topic of your personal life with your new coworkers when your sudden departure was questioned.

You shrugged, “not entirely, but he sure was a good excuse. I had plans to move to Japan for years before I even got into university. When I found out, I was sort of… uh. English…. Fuck, I need a job. So I applied to be an intern here, moved in with a friend I met online and prepared to have a baby.” Your arms flew about as you talked.

“You act as though it was easy,” Akaashi laughed, placing the frames back onto the table.

You let out a happy chuckle and spun your chair to face Akaashi head-on, eyes not leaving his, “I wouldn’t say it was easy, per se, but I’m happy with how things turned out.” you yawned a bit, “I should also apologize for running out of the office early sometimes, I have to pick Naoko up from school so —”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” The gentle smile he wore was contagious.

It was 8:50 when the rest of the team came in. Immediately catching sight of Ena, Akaashi pulled away from your side, rolling the chair back to its respective location. He heard a breathy laugh escape you as he scurried around the desks to return to his designated spot across from you, cardigan flailing about.

The rest of your team piled into their seats sending the two of you waves and morning greetings. Ena nearly dropped his ‘don’t talk to me till I’ve had my coffee’ mug as he tripped over his rubber slides just before reaching his desk next to yours.

Sending your friends a smile you quickly slid back into your cubicle to re-adjust the frames on your desk with a yawn. Akaashi gave you a nod when you looked up to his stiff, still standing, form. You made his heart feel much weaker than he’d like to admit and without saying another word, he picked up the forgotten mug filled with brown liquid and handed it over the glass, into your hands.

Naoko was much more reserved than Akaashi expected, definitely a contrast to your more hyper personality. He spent most of the day sitting in the corner behind your cubicle where a table was set up next to a row of cabinets. What the boy was doing, Akaashi wasn’t entirely sure, but there was a small tickle at that back of his brain that made him want to find out.

When you had come in that morning, the group was surprised to see the small boy trailing behind you, holding onto your hand tightly with the both of his. “PD day,” you said. Udai spent the first few minutes of the day gushing over the boy’s cheeks instead of working, only to end up being backtracked and having to cram into his lunch break. Akaashi would be lying if he said he wasn’t thankful for that though.

“What do you have there?” he asked, taking a seat next to the boy and setting down his lunch next to the younger’s bento box.

Naoko curled in on himself, bringing the phone (that was most definitely yours) to his chest. The boy’s knees had pulled up to his shoulders as his feet pushed on the edge of the chair. Akaashi sent the young boy a kind smile and waited. From the corner of his eye, he could see your chair turn around as you took in the sight of your son and co-worker. He watched as you began making large swinging motions with your arms. Akaashi tried not to laugh.

Whatever had been playing on the phone hadn’t been paused in the short time given to do so, making the familiar sound ring quietly around the two of them. 

Akaashi looked back your way for a moment, only to see you tilt your head up in a supporting nudge and turn back around.

“Are you watching a volleyball game?” he asked, rousing a more positive reaction from the boy.

Naoko’s shoulders lowered and he slowly placed the phone down between them. As Akaashi had concluded, a volleyball game played on the small screen. He put forward another question.

“Do you like to play?”

The six-year-old shrugged but nodded before scooting his chair in closer and reaching for his food. Akaashi mirrored him, slipping off his collared cardigan and pulling his lunch closer, still watching the game.

“I used to play volleyball.” This caught the boy’s attention, who turned his head to look at Akaashi, brows raised and lips pursed. “I was a setter.”

Naoko swallowed his food and for the first time, Akaashi got to hear him speak.

“I like playing setter too.”

His voice was rather meek and had a sort of authority to it, but the biggest thing he noticed made him stifle a laugh.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he called gently, making you spin your chair around in question. “Why is Naoko better at Japanese then you?”

“Hey! That’s mean!”

Naoko began to wiggle in his seat, desperately trying not to laugh at his mother’s, your, irritation. You shot a look at your son and gasped.

“Don’t you start laughing at me. I speak English better than you do.”

“You don’t need to speak English in Japan, mom.”

Kaashi continued to choke on his laugher as you pushed the palm of your hand into your forehead. “I’m being teased by my own son,” you cried quietly, turning your chair back around to face the unedited pages.

Naoko giggled and looked back Akaashi’s way. “Can you teach me?”

Akaashi didn’t see you still in your chair, listening.

“Of course I can.”

“Udai, seriously? You promised that you weren’t going to use weird industry term slang stuff on me.”

With a wide-eyed look and hair messily tied back, the man in question rotated his chair around childishly. “I never promised. I just said I'd go easier on you.” It was infuriating really. 

With a pitiful whine, you shook the rough script in your hand making an angry fluttering sound. “You’re so mean Tenma. You know that I have trouble with slang.”

Udai only laughed and waved you off, “It’s a good way to learn is it not?”

You rolled your eyes but relented, giving a wave and closing the door. Once at your seat Akaashi poked his head out, eyes visible over the top of his square-framed glasses.

“He did it again?”

“Ya,” you huffed. “I can’t blame him though. It’s just frustrating that I can’t remember what a lot of the words mean. I should buy a dictionary.” Akaashi watched as you turned your monitor on. “Oh, um, Naoko was asking about you the other day.”

“Really?”

Your hands came together behind your neck, pulling your head down bashfully. “Ya, he’s been wanting to show you how he’s doing and maybe get the chance to learn a bit from you.”

Akaashi gave you a kind smile, so small that it didn’t even crease his cheeks, and nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

Your cheeks warmed as you beamed up at him before turning your head down towards your computer screen. Akaashi took a second to appreciate how the cool light from the overcast sky made you look. It was silent in the office for a moment. Just a moment.

“Udai! Another one?!”

In theory, so long as you have space above your head, you can play volleyball anywhere. Your apartment wasn’t ‘anywhere’.

The three-bedroom living space was built as housing and not an Olympic arena, and after breaking one too many of your glasses playing around, it was made clear to you, Naoko, and your sport junky roommate, that volleyball shouldn’t be allowed in the house.

“You guys can go play volleyball with Akaashi at the park, no?” Yukie asked, grabbing an onigiri of the large plate on your kitchen counter and stuffing it in her face. You made a large dinner that day, only to have your friend eat most of it, instead of leaving leftovers for Naoko’s lunch. Not that he complained about it, you sure did though.

Taking Yukie’s words to heart, when the weekend rolled around and Naoko was becoming more anxious, you invited Akaashi to your neighbourhood park to play volleyball.

“Open your elbows a bit more, make a triangle with your hand, and when the ball comes just cushion it with your fingertips before sending it out, okay?”

Naoko nodded, staring at his hands that were being moved around by the older player. Akaashi’s form was kneeled by the boy’s side, his head nearly resting on the younger's shoulder as he tried to make sure he was in the right position.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the smaller than average volleyball off of the grass. “I’m gonna toss this to you, do you think you can get it to hit my hand right up here?”

Naoko nodded again, eagerly waiting for the blue and yellow ball to come flying his way. You watched silently from the park bench as Naoko tried (and often failed) to get the ball to touch Akaashi’s hand accurately. 

“Almost there, you got this Naoko!” Akaashi encouraged.

Earnestly waiting to see the next move, you sat forward in your seat, watching as that ball made a tall arch towards Naoko’s waiting palms. As the ball made contact with his fingertips, he bent his elbows and wrists before shooting them out into a straight line, sending into the palm of Akaashi’s hand before dropping back onto the grassy field.

Your son, as most six-year-olds do when accomplishing something, shrieked. He shrieked very loudly before sprinting directly into Akaashi’s stomach to give him a (breath-stealing) hug. Akaashi coughed as he tried to get air back into his depleted lungs. From the side you giggled, watching as Naoko’s smile grew, head buried into Akaashi’s stomach.

It became standard, going out to the park during your off days. And this day, like the weekends that have come before, the routine of going to the park, ball in hand, continued. But after spending an hour or so watching the familiar movement of the yellow and blue ball fly through the air, Naoko interrupted the serene setting with a loud request.

“Mama! Mom! Can we go get onigiri?”

Looking up from resting your neck on the back of the bench to turn your gaze onto the energetic boy that was hopping around on the grass. “I’m okay with that, but you should probably ask Akaashi along. We don't want to leave him at the park do we?” you teased, picking up your bag and walking toward the two.

Naoko spun again to look at Akaashi, whose hands were now tucked into his jeans pockets. “Please!” he wailed. “Come with us! Please, please, please, please, please!”

Akaashi let out a hearty laugh. “Calm down, I’ll join you.” without saying another word, Akaashi offered his hand out, letting Naoko clutch it eagerly.

“Udai are you sure it’s okay to bring Naoko along? This is meant to be a work trip and I’d hate for him to dis… dic… get in the way,” you gave up at the end, sighing over your tripping words.

Udai gave Naoko, who had been clinging to Akaashi’s arm since all of you had met outside the city gymnasium, a pat on the head. “It’s alright. Besides, he’ll probably be a great resource.” 

You nodded and watched as Naoko rattled to Akaashi about his school team and new things they had been practicing. You pouted. Upon their arrival, Ena, Chiyo and the others immediately began teasing you for effectively losing your son’s favour, which didn’t make your whining any less audible. On top of that, the group of artists found your sullen look to be a perfect reference, taking their cameras out.

“Keiji,” you cried, following behind the rest of the group as they waltzed through the gym entrance along with the crowd. “You’ve stolen my son.”

Akaashi paused for a moment, taking in a calm breath before looking over his shoulder. “He’s your son, I can’t steal that from you.”

Naoko threw a large smile over his shoulder, making your dragging steps falter.

When did it change? The expression on his face. When did it become so happy? Did he not smile before?

You picked up your pace, brows furrowed as you watched your son chatter happily.

When did he start speaking so much? Since when did he have so much to say? Was it something new in his diet? Or maybe the new friends on his volleyball team?

You found your gaze shifting to the hand that held his. Without thinking about it too hard, you quickened your steps to come up to Naoko’s other side. Your heart pounded as you held your closest hand out for him to grab hold of. When he finally did, immediately looking forward to dragging the two adults with him, the smile you gave Akaashi was the largest he’s ever seen coming from you. 

You looked back at all of your interconnecting hands fondly.

When did he become another person’s son?

I tried going a bit of a different direction with this one in comparison to most Single Parent aus. I’ll admit it could have more meat to it, but oh well, things to improve on. 

Question:

Do you prefer weekly one-shots that are shorter in length (like we’re doing) or longer ones with bigger plots and inconsistent updates (Sort of like “Catch Me If You Can” and “Ready Aim FIre” but longer)? 

- Bacon

Posted: 31/07/2020

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 09

You meet him under horrible circumstances but everything feels perfect when you’re with him. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. He, however, is a police officer with years worth of built-up turmoil and an inability to make attachments. Or “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X  collegestudent!reader

Warnings: Mentions of weed (third-party)

Word count: 2,850

Note: I’m not emotionally ready to continue with this story sjfdnjfsdfjd.

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“Y/N, it’ll be fine.” Jimin waved you off as you complained to him over lunch. “No, it really won’t. She blasts loud rock music, smokes weed INDOORS and leaves creepy goth dolls everywhere. It’s scary. It’s like they’re always watching you.” You shivered at the end of your sentence and Jimin rolled his eyes at your exaggeration. “Just complain to the Admins then.” Your roommate had started off okay, now, 2 months in, she had turned into an absolute monster. “I was going to but she said ‘complain about me and I’ll skin you alive’ and now I’m just scared.” Jimin cringed looking at you with sympathy, he put both his hands on your shoulders. “It was nice knowing you, Y/N. If you die can I have your boyfriend?” You were about to punch him till you stopped midway. “Jimin, you’re a genius!” You hugged him instead and hurriedly left. Jimin was offended at you abruptly leaving but shrugged it off, eating the rest of your sandwich happily.

You quickly ran to sit at the seat next to Jungkook’s desk once he was done taking a statement from this middle-aged woman. “I need a favor.” Jungkook was typing up the statement he just took, focusing on his computer, he nodded at you to continue despite how busy he seemed. “I need you to make my roommate listen to me.” He sighed, you had complained to him about your roommate nearly every day now. “Y/N I told you I can’t just arrest her or threaten to arrest her whenever I want.” “But you don’t even have to do anything, just show up in your uniform and she’ll probably get the hint. Please?”

Jungkook didn’t want to look at you. He already knew you’d be pouting and he was weak against your pouts. “Y/N it’s not very ethical to scare someone just because you don’t like them.” You groaned childishly, she was a horrible person and you couldn’t have possibly been the only person who thought so. “You don’t understand, I haven’t slept peacefully at all for the past month.” Jungkook handed you a pair of keys from his back pocket. “Go to my apartment after your classes and sleep there, okay? I’ll let you stay with me till we get your roommate situation sorted.” You hugged him tightly even though he was very busy and probably did not want to be hugged. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Jungkook was suffocating under your grasp so he pulled you away and kissed you goodbye.

When Jungkook told you his apartment was a little extra you were not expecting something that extra. Maybe you were just too accustomed to the extremely small dorm but this was surely not a normal apartment. It was on the top floor of some building and it had glass walls which you could apparently tint to solid black and the kitchen was bigger than your entire dorm. The living room was very modern and had an electric fireplace. And, the coolest part which you had discovered accidentally was a TV which came out of the table. You were quick to flop onto the couch, turning on the electric fireplace to keep you warm and praying that your random falling-off-the-bed habit wouldn’t follow you to Jungkook’s apartment.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at you when he got home. You were sleeping peacefully hugging one of the couch pillows but on the floor. He didn’t want to wake you up so he quietly put his keys down and went into his room to change out of his uniform. You woke up from the quiet rustling, you’ve always been a light sleeper and it was a curse. When Jungkook came back you smiled at him tiredly, rubbing your eyes. “Did I wake you up?” You shook your head, not wanting him to feel bad. “Did you sleep well on the floor?” You nodded quickly before stretching out your tired limbs, not picking up his sarcasm. “Yeah but I’m still sleepy.” You tried to go back to sleep but Jungkook stopped you, sitting next to you on the couch. “Just stay awake for now, it’s only 6. I don’t want you to wake up at 3 in the morning.” You crossed your arms angrily, scowling at his very logical proclamation.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You hummed back in agreement, your eyes still trying to pull you back into sleep. “What do you want to watch?” You shrugged, while slowly sinking into the extremely comfortable couch again. “You choose, I chose Bad Boys last time.” “Yes, and it was a great choice. Grace us with your exquisite taste once again.” You laughed sarcastically before offering a pointed glare, he ruffled your head lightly to which you glared harder. “You said they over accommodated the action parts with humor and it made the movie unbearable.” Jungkook winced at your incredibly vivid recollection of that night, messing up your hair again right after you had fixed it. “I’m not a big fan of movies.” You patted down your head, trying to fix the small mess he made. “What, how can you just not like movies? There are so many different ones out there.” He continued to skim through the selection using his remote. “They just seem boring to me.” You rolled your eyes though he didn’t see. “Of course they seem boring to you, your life is basically a James Bond movie.” Jungkook chuckles before ruffling your head once again officially ruining your ponytail. “You have clearly never watched a James Bond movie before.” You gave up trying to fix your ponytail, now too fixated with taking it out to care about what Jungkook had said. You chose a movie nonetheless.

Jungkook didn’t mean to fall asleep, he wanted to stay awake but his body betrayed him. It was towards the end of the movie when you turned to look at Jungkook, realizing he was asleep the whole time. “Wake up Jungkook you’re missing the best part.” Jungkook woke up to be met with your tearful face. “Why are you crying?” He was panicked when he woke up, you glared a little before angrily gesturing at the screen. “Maybe if you watched the movie you’d know.” Jungkook sighed before rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Jungkook went to check his phone and his heart dropped at the messaged he’d received. “What’s wrong? I was just kidding you know. I’m glad you got to rest.” You turned to him with worry painted on your face. “Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry.” You shook your head not accepting his answer, you were nothing if not perseverant. “Something’s clearly bothering you Jungkook, you can tell me.” You were soft with your words, you wanted to help him liked he continuously helped you. “It’s nothing.” “But-” “For fuck's sake Y/N it’s not important just drop it!” He yelled at you a little this time, his voice was firm and intimidating but you weren’t scared, you knew how difficult it was for some people to talk about their problems. “It seems pretty important to me.” Jungkook groaned before getting up from the couch and storming off, you let him, thinking you went a little too far.

He didn’t come back for a while and you were getting worried. You felt bad for trying to pry into his personal life so you went to go look for him so you could apologize. You knocked on his office door but you were met with silence. You opened the door slowly but Jungkook noticed you immediately. “What’s up, did you get hungry?” You shook your head and frowned a bit at his cold tone, he wasn’t happy with you and you understood why. “I’m sorry for trying to make you talk, I just wanted to help.” You spoke with an extremely soft voice in hopes that it would help you in getting him to forgive you. “Thank you for trying to help but you wouldn’t understand.”

Your face stiffened at his words but you bit back a witty remark. “Well if the only reason you’re not telling me what’s troubling you is because you’re afraid I won’t understand then I’m staying right here.” “What?” Jungkook bent his laptop screen a little, this time visibly annoyed with your rambling. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.” “Fine by me.”

Jungkook didn’t think you were serious, but now you were lying upside down on his office couch with your feet against the wall. It had been 3 hours since your declaration and you were not budging. “Y/N, it’s 10:30, go to bed.” You held your phone to your chest and looked at him. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong.” His face scrunched in annoyance once again. “For the last time, there’s nothing wrong.” You went back onto your phone. “I could do this forever.” Jungkook had decided enough was enough and picked you up over his shoulder. “You’re going to sleep.” You started slapping his back, telling him to put you down but naturally, he didn’t comply.

He took you to his room where he softly threw you onto his bed, getting his covers out from underneath you and trapping you in them. “Go to sleep, I’ll join you later.” You stuck your tongue out at him before angrily turning over to face the other side. Jungkook ignored your little outburst and went back into his office, he read the message over and over and each time he felt his heart plummet to his feet.

Mom

Do you have a girlfriend, Jungkook?

Read 7:36

Jungkook knew his mother and he knew that all she wanted was for Jungkook to get married and start a family like his older brother. Then Jungkook remembered the one person possible of telling his mother about his relationship was his older brother. He sighed, exasperated, not knowing how to reply to her. On one hand, he didn’t want to lie to her, but on the other, she’d ask to meet you and Jungkook wasn’t sure how to tell her you weren’t Korean.

You felt the bed dip which softly woke you up. You looked at the digital clock Jungkook had on his wall. It was nearly 1am. “Jungkook…?” You felt him turn around to face you and that’s when you realized. You’re sleeping in the same bed. You’re sleeping in the same bed.  You began to get nervous because despite you dating for a bit you were yet to get intimate with each other. “Do you have a phone charger I can borrow?” You stuttered over your words and your voice was barely above a whisper. “Pass me your phone.” You took it out from underneath your pillow and Jungkook simply put it on his bedside table. “Jungkook I really need it charged.” He chuckled at your whining, pulling you in to lay on his chest. “Relax baby, it’s a wireless charger.” “But what if my phone slid-” Jungkook cut you off by smothering your face into his chest. “Go to sleep.” And you did just that.

When Jungkook woke up the next morning you were still asleep, though now you had somehow ended up on the edge of the opposite side of the bed. Jungkook pulled you back to stop you from falling but you just turned around to aimlessly throw around your arm, trying to find his body. Jungkook’s heart warmed at your perpetual cuteness though you kind of looked like those inflated things at car sales. You opened your eyes tiredly once you realized he wasn’t next to you. “Why are you awake so early?” “What do you mean it’s 12pm?” You jumped out of bed really quickly only to see the clock read 6:30. “I hate you.” Jungkook didn’t hear you over his laughter, even he could be childish sometimes. He gave you a quick peck on the forehead before he left for work and you lulled back into your slumber.

Your 8:00am alarm woke you up and you begrudgingly turned it off, accidentally falling off the large bed in the process. You have an uncanny habit for falling off furniture and you genuinely don’t understand it. You got ready for your last weekend tutoring class, you decided you were going to take the weekends off, seeing that you’re financially stable enough. Saturday mornings were usually quiet in New York and you enjoyed the crisp weather and calm streets. The eerie silence before the inevitable hustle that was soon to come. You walked to your university from Jungkook’s apartment which was a good 20-minute-walk at your fastest but you didn’t mind. It was nice to be outside of your university for once.

You spent the rest of your day planning out your tutoring lessons and getting easily distracted by Netflix an embarrassing number of times. You played video games on Jungkook’s PlayStation but you were quick to infer that your skills were subpar. You had to admit the need to get better was an insatiable desire, you played for far too long and before you knew it, it was already midnight.

Jungkook came home far later than usual, around 1am to be exact. The second he entered the living room he collapsed onto his couch, letting out a loud huff of discontentment while removing the bulkier parts of his uniform. Jungkook didn’t notice you in the kitchen and you were glad he didn’t. You were moping at 1am while eating cereal, it was not your best look. You tried to quietly escape with your food but you accidentally dropped the spoon and Jungkook quickly turned to the side, prepared to pull his gun out of its holster. “Oh fuck, it’s just you.” You quickly bent to pick up the spoon, losing your appetite now. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook didn’t reply, too tired to notice the weirdness of this situation and you were unbelievably thankful for it. He said he was going to shower before standing up and heading to his room. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, very quietly throwing away your cereal and washing the bowl.

When Jungkook got out of the shower, he assumed you were asleep which is why he was openly changing into his clothes right in front of your seemingly unconscious body. You closed your eyes quickly the second his towel dropped and you squeaked a little which blew your cover. “Y/N? Are you still awake?” You answered with a confident ‘no’ before realizing how stupid you were. He chuckled at you. “What, you’ve never seen a man naked?” You groaned at how he was clearly enjoying this predicament. “Not in real life! No!” He stopped laughing now.  “Wait so, Miss I’m-so-grown-up Y/N is actually a virgin?” He was now dressed, though only in boxers and you were beginning to sweat nervously. “Okay listen, sex doesn’t measure maturity, leave me alone.” He ruffled your hair again, something he enjoyed doing which just brought you and your scalp great pain. “I’m kidding, Y/N, don’t cry.” He was cooing at you like an infant so you pushed him with all your strength as he tried to get onto the bed. “Fuck you!” He laughs uncontrollably before getting under the covers. “I know you won’t be able to.” You quickly stood up in an outburst of frustration. “I’m sleeping on the couch.” Jungkook pulled you back by your wrist and you fell back into his arms where he kissed you softly on the cheek. “I’m kidding, you know I love how innocent you are.” You glared back at him feeling violated. “I’m not that innocent.” Jungkook didn’t want to deal with your whining so he nodded and let himself fall asleep, spooning your angry body which was now turned away from him.

Jungkook fell asleep before you and looking at him peacefully in a deep slumber made you feel bad. Looking back at his tired face you conferred that he deserved much more than just 1 day off. You wondered just how stressful it was for him to work in such a job and you thought about your future occupation too. You were well on your path to becoming an orthopedic surgeon, seeing as operating on bones seemed to be a lot less scary than brains or hearts. You began to realize that perhaps medical school isn’t the worst possible thing, if Jungkook found it worth this much exhaustion to help people then you’re sure you could toughen up and get through some shitty classes. While you were sitting up, deep in thought, Jungkook pulled you back down into the bed as he cuddled you closely. “Stay with me.” His morning voice was deeper than his usual one, his groggy tone was exceedingly attractive but you tried to not let it get to you, letting yourself be engulfed by Jungkook’s sleepy arms.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Summary: Max, Luka and Nino break down.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of torture, references to sex, implied suicide, child abuse, child neglect, captivity.

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Max has always been a genius. He’s always thought a million miles ahead of everyone. His mother loved it.

 His father didn’t.

 Max idly typed on a computer, ignoring the man behind him.

 “Look, I told Lady Fortune, I ain’t done nothing to piss her off. I keep to her rules, keep to her cred-”

 “Then why do you have reports of guns being smuggled to the Snarling Snakes?” Max asked, stopping on the file on the computer. The man choked as a portal opened up and Kim stepped out, decked in his uniform. He grabbed the man who started screaming.

 Pathetic.

His father hated his son was smarter than him. He was the doctor, after all, he was the one who worked so hard to be smart. 

 His mother divorced him when he put Max into the hospital. She branched out, began working towards her own goals and wants. 

 Max was happy. Even happier as he got older and met Kim who was… everything.

Max was working when the door opened and Chloe wandered in, looking annoyed.

 “Your boy toy ruined my silk shirt.”

 “...Not the bee one.” Max sighed. Chloe scowled harder. “Shit, I’ll fund a replacement, promise.”

 “You better- that was an amazing shirt,” Chloe told him. “Either the money or I get to play tomorrow would be good payment.”

 “Kim’s been super excited about breaking this guy,” Max said, pulling up the information on the drug dealer they were dealing with. Some idiot who decided former heroes meant soft despite the bloody carnage they’d left in the wake. “He’s homophobic and Kim has dibs.”

 “He ruined my silk bee shirt because he got annoyed that someone said Horse wasn’t hot.” Chloe snapped.

 “...Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

 Kim and he were best friends. Alix to sometimes. He still felt lonely though and built a new friend one day. Markov was a great friend, funny and smart… 

 And sort of like his son. He loved it. 

 Things went sour though when Markov pointed out a few things he hadn’t noticed about Lila’s tales. When he stopped following the lies.

 “You’re nothing but the tech wiz- that’s all they use you for.” said the woman, leaning forward to show more of her chest. Max simply stared at her behind the glasses of his Miraculous. He felt Kaalki’s mutterings in his head and wanted to laugh. “We could appreciate you so more.” she reached up, smiling, to unbutton her shirt some more.

 “My boyfriend appreciates me,” Max replied. “And I’m more than the tech expert.” A portal opened under her and she was gone in a second. He rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

 Dumbasses never got that right.

 Lila spread rumours about him, that he was a cheat and a bully. Some believed it, some didn’t. He had Kim though, and Markov. He had everything he needed. He didn’t care what anyone believed.

 And then Alix smashed Markov when she believed Lila. 

She smashed his son.

 “Hey babe,” Kim kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. “What you doin’?”

 “...Looking at Markov’s data again.” Max replied. Kim didn’t move but then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and held him for a long moment.

 “Babe…”

 “I just… I want him back.”

 “I know babe, I know.”

 Max lashed out and of course, he was overreacting, he was being STUPID. Bustier believed the liar. His mom didn’t, and it was awesome and okay but…

 Somehow he was put into his father’s care. And nothing could stop the beatings. He ran as soon as he could, running and running. Chloe took him in, hiding him in the hotel. He couldn’t go to school. Not if his father was searching for him.

 But then Kim was with him and he had his friends. Maybe… maybe it could be okay.

 “Hey mom,” Max said, tucking the phone under his ear as he frowned at the computer. Was… was someone stealing from them?

 “Hey honey, how’s the computer business?”

 “Good, hows astronaut training?” someone was. Damn it. Max began hunting that trail while listening to his mom chat.

 “When are you and Kim getting married?” she asked after a bit. Max laughed.

 “Oh, soon enough.” His mom laughed.

 “Alright honey. Don’t forget to invite me.”

 “I’d never.”

 When they beat Hawkmoth when Adrien was brought back… it should have been the end. He should have been able to go back home. 

 But it didn’t because people were sheep. They were sheep who listened to what they wanted and not the truth. They almost let their Ladybug, the Miraculous Team’s leader die because of their stupidity.

 Well, they wouldn’t get another chance to be so stupid.

 Max looked at his father, face impassive as the man begged for his life.

 “Have mercy,” the man begged. 

 “Where was my mercy when you were beating me?” Max asked before he pulled the trigger of the gun he was carrying. 

Messy. Boring. He’d much rather work behind the scenes. Leave this to the others. 

But it was a start.

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Chaos had been Luka’s life since he was a kid. His mom encouraged it. She hated anything orderly.

 He and Jules were taken away five times because of her actions. Luka sometimes wished they stayed away.

 Luka winked at a pretty girl who was waiting eagerly for his signature. He signed the album, looking her up and down. Perhaps…

 A glimpse of red and black made him change his mind and he left without taking her back to his room. “Bug?” Luka asked as he entered into his limo. Across from him, Marinette smiled.

 “Sorry, just wanted to check-in.” Luka grinned.

 “Glad you did.”

 Luka never knew his dad. He kinda remembered Jules’ dad. He was an asshole. Anarka would yell if asked about either of their dad’s. Luka would wonder as a kid if her drinking was what drove him away.

 She drank a lot. She tried to recapture her glory days- Luka wasn’t stupid. She would rant at him while drunk. The reason she had to stop being a star. Why she couldn’t go back. Failure.

 Juleka tried. She tried so hard to keep herself together. Luka did for her. They only had each other.

 Luka loomed above the man on the ground, silent as ever. The dark- almost black- green of his suit nearly made him invisible in the warehouse. The man was shaking.

 “Please- we don’t-”

 “You take us for fools?” Kagami asked, her voice dangerous. “We know exactly what you have and don’t have. Shall we bring Horse in? Monkey will be so mad- he may want to play.” The man shook even more.

 Whimp.

Meeting Marinette was… was everything. She was sunshine and brightness and he knew something connected them. He wanted it romantic at first but then saw her with Adrien. 

 That connection was fireworks and beauty. He couldn’t get in between that. He was just happy to be their friend.

 Because that’s why they were. Friends. And it opened so much. He even started a band with his sister and some of her friends. 

 It was amazing.

 “So, what’s the inspiration behind your stage name?” asked the interviewer. “Model Snake.” she leaned in, her eyes slightly shiny with lust. Side effect of his new skill with the Miraculous- low-level hypnotism. 

 “My sister wanted to be a model for years,” Luka gave a small smile. “My way of honouring her.” 

 His other way was being the muscle and ears for his Lady.

Lila he knew was a rat from the start. He’d warned Juleka but she didn’t want to have to fight that. Not with the class against her. He let it go. He wanted her safe more than anything.

 He was there to offer an ear when Marinette needed it, needed someone to scream with.

 He was there when she handed him a snake bracelet and he started noticing the connections more. The snake may give second chances, but like other Miraculous, there were secrets hidden in its depths. 

 He was happy.

 “Jagged, my man!” Luka opened his arms and laughed when the older rock star gave him a hug. “It’s been ages!”

 “I know!” Jagged laughed. “But hey, rock n’ roll waits for no one.” The man sat down. “...Saw your mom.”

 “Yeah, she’s doing better,” Luka said. Both sat in silence.

 “If I’d known-”

 “Yeah, don’t worry I get it. Hey, wanna talk to Marinette?” Luka deflected. Jagged let him.

 “Yeah, nice to talk with her again!” Jagged grinned.

 It was always nice to talk to him.

Things went to shit when the others stopped listening to Lila. Her words, her lies affected them and he tried to keep them together. But he wouldn’t let her lie to him. She twisted the others of the band, made them turn against him. 

Except Juleka. She refused. 

 And it cost her.

 Luka slammed his fist into the nose of the man in front of him.

 “Please, look I know-” the man began but Luka grabbed him and threw him against the wall.

 “Lady Fortune wants a clean sweep. This whole gang dead or in jail.” Kim remarked. 

 “She was a hero.” said a voice and they turned to see Ivan sitting there. He looks different from when they were kids, gaunter, less larger than life. The two men traded looks.

 “All your’s man,” Kim said. Luka grinned.

 Rose wanted a prince. She wanted a fairy tale. So she broke up with Juleka. The rumours started flying. Slut, cheat, bitch. Juleka was panicking. 

 Luka tried to help. They all did. They all tried but soon she was falling. She was spiralling.

 It didn’t take her long to find the pills their mother thought she hid so well.

 “Your agent is skimming off the top,” said Max, studying the computer in front of him.

 “Really?” Luka groaned. “We just killed the last one for being a plant for the League. Kagami had a ball with that one.” 

“It’s what happens when you’re famous.” Max shrugged. “Want me to send Chloe?”

 “Sure. Alya and Nino will love it- she gets going after a night of fun. Maybe they’ll let me watch.” Luka made a face. “Haven’t gotten any in a while.”

 “Me and Kim are up for a third tonight if you want,” Max said as he pulled out his phone to text.”

 “Nice.” Luka grinned. 

 He would have fun that night.

 He lost Juleka. He lost her.

 He was happy Hawkmoth was there to punch. To nearly kill after he nearly killed Chat, their second in command.

 He was the one who was barely held together as Lila kept talking, as Lila kept speaking. As their leader nearly died.

 Luka snapped in ways he’d threatened to do since he was a child.

 Luka opened the door, humming as he stepped into the tiny room. On the small mattress on the floor, a small blonde was huddled up. 

 “Did you see the news?” Luka asked, grabbing the chair in the corner and sitting down. “King Ali marries a woman from England. A fairy tale come to life, no?”

 “Luka,” Rose breathed, looking up. “Please-”

 “Hmmm, perhaps another prince will come,” Luka said, interrupting her. “Perhaps you’ll get I don’t know… some prince? That’s why you broke my sister’s heart, isn’t it? That’s why you helped push her over the edge?”

 “I didn’t-” Luka laughed, loud and hard.

 “Oh, Rose. I don’t give a damn.”

-0-

Nino had an older brother and a little brother. He loved them very much and was very happy with his family.

 Then his older brother got involved in something. He got scared and left Nino with just a red cap and a house wondering where he went.

 Nino stopped being so happy.

 “You’d think they’d learn,” Alya said, leaning on Nino as Chloe laid across their laps. “Seriously. Isn’t it obvious when every time a club gets a new DJ their dirty business gets taken over?” 

 “That’s my superpower babe. No one notices me.”

 “Mmm, tragic,” Chloé said, leaning up to kiss him nice and slow. He grins. “No one could have thought you’d be so good at sneaking though. It’s interesting.”

 “It is what it is.”

He had to be a good kid. He had to be polite and kind and not rock the boat. His parents were trying to find his brother. His little brother needed someone to look after him.

 It wasn’t fair. He was just a kid and taking care of another kid. But it was okay. Maybe they’d find their brother soon?

 Yeah, that didn’t happen. And soon his parents stopped looking but never came home. To busy with their lovers and jobs to see Nino or Chris.

 Nino grabbed the woman and slammed her to the floor, snarling. It was odd to see the turtle themed man snark but it fit him so well.

 “You know I can fucking accept that you cheated us. I get that. You only cheated the Team because of your kid. That’s fine, we could have worked something out. But cheating on Snake? Nu-huh. Not gonna happen.”

 “Please!” The woman screamed and damn. Sure Luka hadn’t been planning on marrying her or some shit but he’d liked her enough to possibly discuss bringing her into the operations a bit more. And she cheated on him.

 Man, he hated that.

 Nino barely could stay awake in classes. He had his little brother to look after it was more important than this shit. But then he met Adrien. 

 He spent time with Marinette, got a girlfriend, had a support system to lean on when he just needed to be a kid and not Chris’ parent. Chris loved Alya, loved Marinette and Adrien. It was great, it was awesome.

 Then he became a hero and things just kept looking up. 

 Until they didn’t.

  “Ugh,” Nino groaned, glaring at his hands. “I hate the upfront shit.”

 “Sucks to be you, babe,” Chloé told him as Alya snorted. “But you have a job to do baby.” 

 “I know, I know.” Nino sighed. “I prefer the spy shit, my babes. Upfront killing is boring as fuck.”

 “And gross.” Alya agreed, wrinkling her nose at her own hands.

 “I love it.” Chloé grinned and Nino and Alya laugh.

 “We know babe. You’re a wild card when you have your fun.” Nino told her, taking a moment to bask in the presence of his lovers. When the hell did he get so lucky?

 Lila was whatever at first- cool but hey he knew Adrien and Marinette. But then her lies started getting a side-eye from him and Alya started frowning and things started going down.

 When they stopped paying attention to her- her lies were pretty but stupid to listen to- she started attacking them. Nino barely cared. His parents weren’t home, he was more worried about Chris and shit.

He even got another girlfriend- Chloe and Alya were amazing and they got how he was often busy with Chris. They helped him and Chris out and it was amazing.

 But then his friends? Nino’s fucking livelihood so he could pay for Chris and his shit cause his parents almost never remembered them? Attacking that? He nearly shattered.

 “So, DJ Bubbles, why that name?” asked the talk show host.

 “Well… I got akumatized into the Bubbler right? And me and my buddy Luka- Model Snake- were talking about it and I went: Why should I let Hawkmoth- Gabriel the fuck- take away bubbles from me? I love bubbles.”

 “So it’s about reclaiming something.” The host said. Nino pointed at her. 

 “Exactly. Got worse when that Lila cunt talked shit about us.” Nino said. The host winced a little.

 “Ah yes, that was… rather awful of her though she…”

 “Nah, she didn’t deserve what happened to her, but can’t say I liked her or wanna talk nice about her.”

 Oh, she did deserve exactly what she got, Nino knew that. But he couldn’t say. He had to play the game.

 When his bro nearly was fucking murdered by Hawkmoth, Nino was cracked, broken pieces slowly falling down. Lila’s bullshit made the cracks spread. 

 Then she had Chris taken away from him. Reported his parents. Nino was left- he was more or less self-sufficient but Chris? Nah. 

 If Nino could see him it would be different but they didn’t let him. He wasn’t allowed near and it broke him.

 He broke even more when Lila nearly killed their Ladybug. He broke enough he stopped giving a single fuck.

 “Hey kiddo,” Nino said into the phone as he grabbed the body and began dragging it. “How’s school?”

 “It’s great Nino!” Chris said over the phone. “It’s all so cool! Thanks for sending me here!”

 “Hey, if my bro wants an arts school he gets an arts school,” Nino said as he huffed and picked up the body. “Gross.”

 “What’s gross?”

 “A garbage bag got juice on me,” Nino replied, and Chris laughed at him. Nino ignored the fact he was carrying a body and instead asked his brother about his boarding school more. 

 He was happy his brother was happy.

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[supernaturalee]

Then & Now: Part 2 - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairings: Past!Gwilym Lee x Reader, Platonic!Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pillow Throwing, and Shirtless Wet Joe

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: It has been nearly ten years since Y/N had last stepped foot in London and made a promise to herself to never return. Yet, here she is back again for two weeks with her best friend in tow. After being left the apartment of her late mother. The same one where she had her heart taken and broken into two by the blue-eyed boy across the hall. When a mistaken knock is answered, blue eyes come flooding back into her life and suddenly two weeks seems like a lifetime.

Previous Parts: One 

Author’s Note: Sooooooooooo...I’M BACK. Basically I had terrible writer’s block, no desire to write, and life just got in my way. A huge huge HUGE thank you to @slutforbritdick​​ for supporting me these past couple months. We are getting into the meat of the story now. I also plan to update regularly and also look out for a Green & Gold update coming soon. Enjoy. Please let me know if you would want to be tagged. 

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Y/N screamed loudly as she reached over the rest of the couch, grabbing the closest softest thing to her. She held it against her face, her headache returning as she screamed into the stuffed fabric of the throw pillow. It wasn’t helping because even in the darkness of the fabric, she could still see his eyes. She could see how they stood out on his stupidly beautiful face. The blue was a color she could never forget. It was like the sky after a snowstorm when the sun had returned. Clear and crystal blue. It had once ranked among her most favorite colors, but now she despised it.   

She threw the pillow across the room, hitting the wall with a soft thud. She stood from the couch, too angry to sit.  It was like the last ten years of repressed emotions finally bubbled over the edge of the pot, spewing their negative energy all over the place. She began to pace across the hardwood floors. Her hands in fist as she held them out from her, trying to keep herself from punching something. If she would have known he was going to be just ten feet across the hall from her, she wouldn’t have gotten on the plane. Hell, she wouldn’t have even thought about coming to London. She would have called a realtor and dealt with the place that way.  She continued pacing quickly as she heard something move around in the bathroom, the door flinging open as Joe stood there. Soaking wet with a towel around his waist and shampoo half unrinsed in his hair as he tried to keep his feet from slipping on the damp tile in the bathroom. His eyes wide in fear that his friend had been hurt. 

“Y/N!” He shouted before looking at her as he got his footing right. She turned her head to him, as he continued. “Y/N! Oh fuck are you okay? I heard someone slam the door and then you screamed.” He panted, holding up the towel with one hand and balancing himself in the doorway of the bathroom. Water dripping down his chest. 

“NO!” She threw up her arms as she faced him fully. Her body slightly shook from all the energy flowing through her. “I AM NOT OKAY!” She exclaimed. His eyes widened even more. 

“What happened? Did someone come in? Did they hurt you?” He asked concerned, 

looking her over for any injuries and then surveying the apartment for any damage. After seeing no facial or structural damage, his body relaxed. His eyes softened as he realized she had no bodily harm. “This better not be about a spider, I already told my stance on killing arachnids. They eat the mosquitoes, Y/N. They are the good boys.” Joe said launching into his usual spiders are important tyraid. Y/N cut him off before he could finish. 

“There is no fucking time for spiders, Joe. He is across the hall.”

“Who?”

“HE!” She pointed at the closed door.

“Who?” He asked again, more confused than ever. He rubbed some of the suds from his forehead to avoid them getting into his eyes. “Could you just tell me cause at the rate this soap is moving I’ll be suffering from severe soap in eye pain in a few seconds. I don’t have time for the pronoun game.” He said, as Y/N explored with the answer.  

“GWILYM FUCKING LEE. That tall blue-eyed Welsh bastard!” She shouted, moving to throw something out to release the wave of rage that was cresting inside of her. She grabbed the discarded pillow from a few moments earlier and threw it again, Joe dodged it as it zoomed passed his head, hitting into the bathroom doorway before thudding to the ground next to the toilet.  

“Wait...no fucking way.” He said before thinking a moment that it could be true. She nodded furiously, her head looking almost bobble like.  He had rarely seen his best friend this worked up before. He knew she had to be telling the truth. He removed his hand from the doorway and held it up in a somewhat calming gesture.

 “You need to breathe, you’re gonna pop a blood vessel. So go scream into your pillow, I’m gonna finish my shower and then we are gonna talk about the fact that the asshole who broke your heart is across the hall currently.” He remained calm, reminding her of the fact that he was her emotional support this trip. This trip was supposed to be about her family, and not Gwil. This trip was supposed to be about her mom and how much London meant to her. Yet there he was there less than 100 feet away and invading her thoughts. Y/N took a series of short breaths which were doing nothing for her racing heart.

“Inhale.” Joe said calmly. He moved his hand up to mimic an inhale before pushing it down to mimic an exhale. “Exhale. I’m gonna shower now, don’t burn the fucking apartment down while I’m in there.” He gave her a cheeky smile which was his attempt to relax her more before turning around and moving inside the bathroom. 

Joe returned to his shower and Y/N moved to her bedroom. She grabbed a pillow from her bed, placed it over her face and screamed loudly into it.  The sound of all her emotions were muffled again by the stuffed fabric. She did this over and over again for about thirty minutes. She was almost hoarse from it. Trying her best to remain calm and collected. She was cool, she didn’t need to prove herself to that snarky jerk across the hall. She was a strong woman who was clearly lying to herself about the past decade and was spiraling away from anger and towards regret.  At that moment, she knew she had to get out of there. She grabbed her laptop and moved to the couch. This was it, they were going home. 

Joe finished his shower and changed into comfier clothes. His hangover quelled for the moment as he readied himself to deal with his current and appropriately emotionally best friend.  He moved out of his room and into the living room where he saw Y/N frantically typing on her computer. He moved behind the couch to see what was drawing her attention so much as he rang the towel over his hair to dry it. 

“What are you doing?”

“Finding flights. I can’t stay here. We can’t stay here. He and I are currently breathing the same air. It-it's toxic!” She said quickly, her hand darting across the mouse pad, her eyes glued to her screen.  

“Yes you can. You are so much stronger than you think you are.” Joe moved from behind her and sat down beside her on the couch. “You can and you will stay. We will both stay.” His hand moved over hers as he pulled it away slowly from the mouse pad. This kind gesture drew her attention away from her screen, her eyes looking up at him. He gave her a small but sure smile. She shook her head.

“No I’m not. I can’t be here. Joe, I was not emotionally ready to see him. I thought in all that time I was ready but turns out I am still that hurt little teenager that he knew then.” She admitted to him.

“Munchkin, people are not emotionally ready for a lot of things but remember who this trip is for.” He moved his hand onto her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Before rubbing it back and forth to soothe her soul a bit. “Your mom wanted you to come here again, Y/N. She knew you were ready to come back to London. I know you were ready. I think it's just you that doesn’t believe in herself. When you should, you are one of the strongest fucking people I have ever met.” Y/N leaned back from her slightly hunched position. She wiped a tear from her the inner corner of her eye as she looked at Joe. He was right and now she was trying to run from her problem instead of facing it head on. She was trying to let the past win and bury her in regret. She was strong, her mom taught her that. Y/N sniffled as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“Stop being wise.”  She chuckled gently hugging her best friend, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Can I still vent about him?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Like I am going to stop you from venting but can we get some food first because I am absolutely starving.” 

“Take out?”

“Please and out of curiosity how much were flights home?” He smiled as Y/N turned her attention back to her computer, looking for takeaway places nearby.

 “Remember how much I pay Sallie Mae a month.”

“Yeah?” 

“Triple it.”

“Oh fuck no. We are staying here and we are going to enjoy this trip. Even if it means I have to go across the hall and punch Mr. Perfect in the mouth.” He said looking at the different options for food on her screen. Not knowing that across the hall the same tall man was pacing and frantically trying to get his own best friend on the phone. 

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Gwilym moved across the hardwood floor back and forth, back and forth.  His hand in his hair as if stuck by some unseen glue. He kept going, his brow furrowed in a thinking position. If he didn’t divert from his pattern soon, he thought, there would be worn wood from where he walked. He had been just as surprised to see her. Almost shocked to see his first love and the woman who he unknowingly based all his relationships on for the first time in nearly a decade. It was more than he could handle, that’s why he was calling for help.  

“Ben, if you really are my best mate, you will come to my place now. I need to talk about something and the houseplants don’t want to hear about it again….. Please man, I need you.” He said holding the phone to his ear.  Ben explained that he was on his way to meeting a potential client. “Please please please…. I saw her, you know the one that I...Yes! Her! Please!” He heard a long sigh before a mutter of agreement. “Thanks mate and um, bring scotch. I need it.” He hangs up. Returning to pacing again. 

About thirty minutes later, once all the water had dried from Joe’s hair, their pizza had been ordered from take away, and Ben had apologized to his client and rescheduled for another night, things were being to align for a night of duel venting. 

“Joe, pizza guy is here.”  Y/N said pouring them two glasses of some of the wine from

the pantry. “Also I don’t know if this will be any good.”

“The pizza or the wine?”

“Both. I mean we are like pizza snobs, you are lactose intolerant, and the label on the wine has faded.” 

“If it kills us, it kills us.” He said grabbing the small pile of cash they had pooled together 

on the counter. “Plus I took my lactaid tablet so we are good on the cheesy front here.” He moved into the hallway and down the stairs outside to meet the pizza delivery person. Once the exchange for goods and services was complete, Joe moved back up the stairs.  

A young blonde man was moving inside before him. He wore a pair of slacks with dress shoes, his white button up had been undone on the top button, a brown paper bag covered bottle in his left hand. 

“Hold the door!” Joe said holding the warm pizza boxes in his hands. Ben turned and caught the closing door. 

“Oh yeah mate. I got it, come on in.” Ben said holding open the door for Joe as he moved in first. Ben followed behind him, shutting the door. 

“Thanks man.” Joe gave him a smile before moving down the hallway to the apartment. Ben followed him to Gwil’s door, he knocked lightly. 

“Are you following me?” Joe joked before laughing. Instead of knocking and the pizza boxes occupying his hands, Joe kicked up his foot and kicked the door a bit. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Ben answered before laughing himself. “Just here to help my friend.”

“Man, I get that.” Joe said as he banged against the door with his foot again. “Wait, are you friends with the guy in that apartment?”

“Yeah, he’s my best mate. I’m Ben.” 

“Oh, we just became enemies. Also I’m Joe.” Joe said as Ben looked at him with surprise. 

“Um….how? We barely know each other...oh. You’re the American’s girl boyfriend?” 

“Me and Y/N?” Joe laughed. “No, just best friends but it is the best friends’ creed that an enemy of my friend is also my enemy. Or something like that.” 

Ben laughed as both still stood there waiting for their doors to be opened. “To be honest, I think Gwil is being a bit of a prat about it.” 

“Well, Y/N has every right to overreact.” Joe says. “Do you know the story?”

“Of them?”

“Yup.”

“No.” Ben shook his head. 

“Ask your friend and then you will see him more than just a prat.” Joe said banging on the door again. 

“I’m coming!” Y/N shouted from the other side as she opened the door. Her eyes going to 

Ben as he knocked again. Of course Gwil will had gorgeous friends, stupid attractive people being friends with other attractive people. 

Gwilym moved and opened the door spotting Ben before looking across the hall at Y/N. The two just stared at each other as their friends moved passed them in the respective apartments. He went to open his mouth to utter an apology for how he reacted, however, nothing came out. Y/N moved first, shooting Gwil a death glare before shutting and locking the apartment door. Gwilym let out a loud sigh before shutting his door. The first thought in his mind was how incredibly sexy Y/N looked when she was angry.  

Ben put the bottle of scotch on the wooden coffee table as he sat on Gwilym’s couch. 

“What was so important that you had to call me in the middle of my busy morning? You know I had a meeting with a new potential client.” 

“Actual client or just a young gorgeous woman who doesn't know how stocks and bonds work.” 

“Little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.” He said. Gwil moved grabbing two glasses from his cupboard. “So that’s her.”

“Yes.” Gwil moved to the bottle, opening it and pouring out two drinks. “That’s Y/N. The one who got away.” He admitted softly, sitting in an armchair.  He held out the glass for Ben. Ben nodded before taking the glass. 

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s more than pretty mate.” Gwil admitted. “But god, she’s so infuriating.” He took a long sip from his glass. 

“How?”

“Well, I kind of took home that girl from the pub home last night and well...let’s just say I am lucky none of the photos on my wall are held on loosely.” He said looking at the amber colored liquor in the glass. 

“From the girl or from Y/N?”

“Both I guess but in different ways.”

“Cheeky bastard. Continue.” Ben smirked before taking his first small sip of scotch. 

“Chelsea was leaving and left her bra on my floor. She came back up and knocked on Y/N’s door and then well next thing I know I am face to face with a woman I hadn’t seen since I was 19 years old.” His blue eyes were a mixture of regret and fear. Regret on how it ended and the fear that he had ruined all the chances to make up with Y/N then it twisted in his mind to a bit of anger. How could Y/N be angry still, Gwil had tried to mend it back then. It was her that didn’t want to get back together. 

“I see.” Ben said as Gwil stood, starting to pace again. Unaware to both men that across the hall, Y/N was pacing with a piece of pizza in her hand half eaten and Joe on a sofa watching her. 

“I mean who does he think he is!” Y/N huffed almost flinging the pizza from her hand. 

“I mean who does she think she is!” Gwil said as he paced, drinking more of the scotch. 

“He’s the one that cheated!” Y/N took a small bite before swallowing it. 

“She’s the one that wouldn’t even talk to me after she broke us up!” Gwil exclaimed.

“And to stand there so smug like he’s some fucking prince!’ Y/N looked at Joe, her eyes wide with anger.

“And to stand there so angry like we just broke off! It's been nearly ten years!” Gwilym said stopping and filing his glass more. 

“How dare he!” 

“How dare she!” Both exclaimed similar things in their respective apartments. Their chests heaving with racing hearts. 

“Yeah, fuck him.” Joe said. Y/N nodded sitting back down eating the crust of the slice she had just finished.  

“Maybe you’re overreacting.” Ben said as Gwil sat back down. “What happened between you two that makes just a mere glimpse of each other makes you both crazy?” Gwil let out a breath. 

“It’s a long story.” 

“We have almost a full bottle of scotch and I have no client to meet now.”

“Okay. It started when we were five…”

[becausewerebatfam]

Our Future (2)

Jason Todd x Reader

Jason gets tired of sitting around babysitting.

Warning: Language and suggestive content.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Jason stopped short of reaching the cave. He looked back to see you standing with your hands on your hips, obviously disapproving of his trying to escape. “It’s been three days, they obviously need my help.”

He couldn’t stand being in the mansion any longer. Although he did appreciate getting to see you dressed down in your silk pajama top and matching shorts. The best part was the way your hair was free from the high ponytail you always wore it in for missions.

“Jason, don’t do this again.”

He always liked to play the rogue and do his own thing. But that always came with various results. Either he did good and helped the mission be a success, or he got in the way of progress.

“Sorry Doll but I think I can better help the kid out there.”  He began his descent down to the Batcave while you followed.

Jason had grown fond of James the two had bonded over motorcycles as he watched him work on his and even played some of Damian’s games.

“They’re going after Dent when they should be going after the clown.” Through his conversations with the kid, he found out how his mother was killed in front of him by the Joker. It reignited Jason’s anger for the clown.

You rushed to step in front of him and stop him by putting your hands on his chest. “What did he tell you?”

You had yet to hear anything about the case. James was always acting like a normal child wanting to do nothing but spend time with you watching television, reading, cooking... although Alfred had you beat on that one.

“Oh, so the little guy likes you enough to take your side but not to confide in you?” He would have gloated if it weren’t for his eyes landing on the empty space before him. The spot his motorcycle had been parked in was empty. “What the-”

He quickly ran over to the computer so he could check the surveillance cameras. That’s when he saw James put on his helmet and hop onto his bike. He even turned to wave at the camera before speeding off. The timestamp was crucial in letting him know it had only been minutes ago.

“The kid stole my bike and my helmet!”

You gasped seeing the footage. “We have to go after him.”

“I plan to,” Jason was fuming. Now he knew how you felt whenever he would go rogue on you.

He got into one of the Batmobile’s not paying attention to you until you got into the passenger seat.

Still, in your silk pajamas, you grabbed your spare suit from the cave. With no time to spare you decided changing in the car was your best bet of not being left behind.

Jason nearly bled from his nose when you went to lift your shirt up.

“Eyes forward Todd.”

He did as he was told, thankful that without his helmet he could still indulge in his peripheral vision. And what a vision you were. Only after you had finished did he snicker, “You know I can still see you from my peripheral.”

You rolled your eyes at his brazen point. “Have some shame, Jason.”

“What is there to be ashamed of?” He looked over eyeing you up and down with admiration for a quick second. “You look hot Babe.”

A subtle blush spread across your cheeks and tugged at the corners of your lips. The comment had your face burning up at the thought that Jason had been able to catch a glimpse of you.

"How long has it been Jason?”

Now it was his turn to blush knowing you were asking him how long it had been since the last time you two were together in a physically intimate type of way.

“Long enough.” It had been long enough for him to seriously consider leaving the Batmobile on autopilot so he could reacquaint himself with your curves. “Just say the word and I’m yours, Babe.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “How teenage rich boy of you to fantasize about having sex in your daddy’s car.”

“Gross!” he stuck his tongue out only to smirk the next second. “Can you imagine me calling Bruce Daddy?”

“Never.”

“You on the other hand...” Jason trailed off imagining what a wonderful sight that would be. To have you begging for him, referring to him as Daddy. Blood was starting to rush south.

You scoffed, “In your dreams Todd.” Remembering how he previously tackled that rebuttal you chose to say something else before he could further interrupt your levelheaded thinking with thoughts of him. “You’re not even daddy material.”

The flirtatious argument was cut short when you caught up to James.

James did not notice that he had been found. His sight was focused on the park before him. It was much newer than he recalled, meaning this must have been a newly built park and by the time he got to play there years of play had weathered the metal jungle-gym. 

This was the park he frequented with his parents as a younger child. His hold on Jason’s helmet tightened recalling the last time he had been there was shortly before your death and his father’s comatose condition.

He hadn’t appreciated being treated like a child. Now that’s all he wanted, to be spoiled and watched over by two loving parents.

“Hey kid you don’t just steal someones-” Jason groans as you elbow his side pointing out the way James seemed to blankly stare ahead. Clearly, something was wrong with the kid. 

“James,” you called out.

James turned towards your voice wiping at his eyes to rid himself of their sudden moisture.

Even Jason couldn’t ignore the tears of a child. “What’s wrong kid?”

He shook his head not wanting to talk about it. The lump in his throat wouldn’t allow it anyway.

Your hand went to his shoulder unsure of how to deal with a young boy’s tears when he seemed to have been tough as nails up until this moment. “Ah-” you opened your mouth but no words seemed to be right for the moment. You knelt down beside him simply felt the urge to hug him.

When James felt your arms around him the dam that had been holding everything in broke. He hid his face in your shoulder to muffle the sobs that followed.

“I get it, you miss your parents.” Who better than an orphan to know what an orphan is feeling. Jason sat down beside you two looking up at the moon.

James inhaled and exhaled deeply taking control once more of his emotional state. “I just- can’t help it sometimes...” The fact that the people consoling him now were his actual mother and father didn’t help. He wanted to say something but knew he couldn’t for time continuity’s sake. 

He let go sitting beside Jason and urging you to sit down with them. 

Sitting down between you two was a simple act he missed. It made him wonder if he could just give up on his mission and stay here with you two. The future was never promised. Even if he did stop Duella... what if he was doomed to lose you either way.

“I don’t know exactly what you’re going through James but if a tough kid like you can’t help but shed some tears then it must be hard.” You ruffled his hair with a hint of a smile. “I’m sure your parents must love you a lot.”

“I hope so,” he muttered.

“Damn right they do,” Jason assured. “They might not say it often but your parents will always love you.”

You smirked, “Awww Jay so you do love your Daddy.”

“Shut up,” he scowled.

Both you and James laughed at his reaction. James gave Jason his helmet back with an apology.

“Sorry I took off but I couldn’t stay still much longer.”

“Tell me about it,” Jason sighed.

“I know,” you stood up dusting off your hands. “Why don’t we go have some fun.”

+++

“This isn’t good,” Bruce scowled as he viewed the monitor with absolute focus. His fingers speedily pressing buttons too fast for anyone to know what he was doing exactly. 

“What is it?” Tim asked.

“Seems someone called the GCPD about a bright yellow light similar to the one I saw when James appeared.”

“You think Duella or Joker finally got here?”

“Only one way to find out.” Bruce moved out of the way allowing Tim to take over the batcomputer. “Damian and I will check it out while you call Commissioner Gordon. Make sure the GCPD doesn’t respond.”

With Nightwing on patrol tonight Batman knew he could call him up in case the problem escalated.

“On it.”

At the mention of his name Damian jumps into action and into the batmobile. This was what he had been waiting for all week. The investigation had generally been nothing but surveillance as they kept an eye out for Duella. Frankly, Damian had begun to think perhaps James had miscalculated where or when in time Duella had gone back to.

In a way he was right.

When they got to the time portal’s location they managed to see Duella make a run for it until a dark figure ran after her. Duella Dent kicked and screamed as she desperately tried to flee but the dark figure was taller and sturdier than her. She was being dragged out and slammed against the nearest wall. It was hard to make out who he was with contrasting lights.

“Where the f*ck you think you're going?” The mysterious figure could now be identified as a male by the sound of his deep voice. He held her by the neck slamming her head into the wall once more.

Duella groaned before choking back a sob when she felt pleasure being applied around her larynx.

“I didn’t chase you through all that just to lose you here.”

She clawed at his arm trying to get him to release her. He had already taken her weapons away, he had managed to ruin her plans much sooner than anticipated. 

“But thanks for putting up a f*cking fight.”

Duella’s lips curled up as she attempted to laugh yet only a smug smile appeared. It was far to difficult to breathe let alone smile.

 “It gives me a great f*cking excuse to beat the sh*t out of you.” The dark menacing tone of his promised retribution echoed the dark streets of Gotham.

“That’s enough!” Bruce sternly warned.

When the dark figure made no move to seize his hold Robin threw a Batarang at his arm but it was easily deflected making him throw another.

This time the unknown male only moved slightly to allow the Batarang clean passage between his and Duella’s face making her turn her head in fright. Her captor’s hold on her had eased up allowing her to take in some much-needed oxygen.

“Go ahead- throw another and she’ll gladly catch it.” With her face, he thought.

Damian scowled with a loud click of his tongue. He took a step forward ready to engage the stranger until Bruce beat him to it. 

“Put her down James.” His voice was stern, commanding his grandson to obey. By now he didn’t need confirmation of who the dark figure was. Clearly, he had a personal grudge against Duella Dent. The combination of near-lethal force and profanity did help though. 

James sighed as he let go- more like threw her to the side. 

Instantly she passed out as her adrenaline was no longer able to keep her going. The beating she had taken along with the denial of oxygen, significantly weakened her.

Bruce paid him no mind as he proceeded to apprehend Duella making sure she was still alive.

In the meantime, Damian approached James, an irritated look about him. This one had the same helmet as the one back home but he was taller- older no doubt. “I wonder at what age you stopped being such a nuisance.”

“Huh?” James leaned forward to examine the Robin before him. In his mind, he was trying to identify which one it was. His mind had been elsewhere but soon he recalled it was Damian. “Aren’t you a little young to be talking to me like that you brat?”

Damian didn’t take it well.

+++

Elsewhere, despite Bruce’s warning to stay in the mansion where it was safe, you, Jason, and (child) James were off to have some fun. This time you were dressed as civilians. Not giving a care in the world that you would surely face Batman’s wrath should he find out, just like the rebels that you were,

Arcades were always fun for you as a kid which is why you suggested it to James, an actual kid. Jason, a child-like adult, had been to the arcade with you, that’s when he learned exactly how competitive you could get. Not only that but you were also both a sore loser and a sore winner.

So why the f*ck were you not yelling at James?!

Jason incredulously watched you high five and hug James when he managed to surpass your high score. You were absolutely beaming as you complimented the kid’s shooting skills. 

“Seriously James your aim is awesome!”

“Big deal,” Jason wedged himself between you two masking his jealousy with speculation as he reviewed the difference between his score and James’. “This is just a game, not like it’s accurate. Come to the shooting range with me kid then we’ll see who’s better.”

“Sure any time old man.” 

“Jason stop being so petty.” This was the third game he had lost to both of you and his frustration was starting to show. You brushed past him so you could follow James as he went looking for the next game to play.

He caught up to you placing his arm around your waist. “Babe you can’t just compliment someone else’s shooting in front of your man.”

“Since when are you my-”

“Since the first moment you laid eyes on me I was yours.”

You rolled your eyes, "Oh please.”

Jason held you tighter bringing you to a stop before you could get to James. He pulled you into a nearby photobooth drawing the curtain to a close behind him before attacking your neck with kisses.

“Jason,” you half moaned his name. The sudden attack to your senses had the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

He kissed you fervently not minding the fact that you were clinging onto him. The whole ordeal was so sudden it took a moment for you to find your footing but by then he had you pinned to the wall. In this position, you could feel all the hard muscle underneath his clothing and it was taking your mind places it shouldn’t be.

Stuck between a wall and a hard place, Jason had the upper hand. With a smug smile, he huffed feeling just as hot and bothered as you were. “Face it Babe, you’re mine just as much as I am yours.”

You sighed thinking this was just him trying to effectively get under your skin again, to arouse you in more ways than one only to then say something that would anger you.

Jason began to lose his confidence the longer you remained quiet. When you finally cracked a smile he was both confused and intrigued by what had brought it on. “What?”

“Nothing, just waiting for you to say something stupid again to ruin the moment but you’re taking so long that I started to imagine this might be how you truly feel.”

“So you’re laughing at my confession?” He let go of your waist bringing his hand to his chest as he pretended to be hurt by an accurate accusation. He always had done what you accused him of in the past. Now he realized how that affected the moments he tried to genuinely convey his feelings. 

“Is that what that was?” Your head tilted with a playful smirk. “Sounded more like you gave me ownership over you.”

"It’s mutual and you don’t seem to mind.”

You couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing at his comment but you could try and regain your composure by turning your attention back to the task at hand. "Aren’t we supposed to be watching James?”

“Oh yeah,” he sighed. 

You swore you heard him mutter something about the brat stealing your attention but you ignored it. “Come on,” you led him out holding onto his hand up until you caught up to James.

+++

Damian and teenage James stood on opposite sides of the Batcave each sporting a few fresh cuts and bruises.

“Would you like some ice for that, master Damian?” Alfred offered as he finished bandaging James' arm. He had hurt it through his fight with Duella as they traveled through time but it wasn’t anything serious until Damian got his hands on it.

Damian pulled his hood lower to hide the black eye he had received in return. “I’m fine,” he huffed with crossed arms.

“There you are, master James.” Alfred removed his gloves and disposed of them allowing James to move about freely now.

“Thanks, Alfred...” James had never met Alfred. In his time, Alfred had died before he was even born. That didn’t mean he didn’t know who the man was. He was a legendary staple of the Wayne family. “I’m glad I got to meet ya!” He used his good arm to pat Alfred’s shoulder in a show of affection. 

“It was a pleasure meeting you as well master James...again.”

“Speaking of, where is the other James?” Dick asked.

“They should be upstairs,” Tim pointed out. The keyword being should, they all knew Jason wasn’t too fond of rules and given how easily he pushed your buttons they were sure he had done something to get you to go along.

“I believe they went to the arcade,” Alfred offered before slipping out of their presence there were matters for him to attend to upstairs. He only offered the tidbit of information because he had overheard you three returning to the cave only to leave shortly after out of your suits.

The mention of the arcade was a dead giveaway. “Oh, so it was Y/N this time who broke the rules.”

“Those two are nothing but trouble,” Damian scowled. His eyes shifted over to the most trouble they had imposed on the world. 

“What?” James caught the look. “You wanna go again Shorty!?”

With a straight face, Damian began pondering the idea of tagging along to all your missions. Perhaps his best bet was to become a permanent cockblock for Jason and keep James from being born. 

"Come on you two don’t fight.” Dick got a hold of the two and brought them together. “We’re all family here.”

“That’s the problem,” Tim muttered with no intention of being heard.

“Let go of me Grayson!”

A string of expletives cascaded from James when he tried to explain he was fine and wouldn’t instigate the shrimp again. Really it was all fun and games to James who was taking his frustrations for the elder version of his uncle on this the version of him he could look down on.

Bruce ignored the lot as he swiftly sent a message to you. Teenage James had no way of getting back to his own time as both his and Duella’s time travel devices were beyond repair. Their only hope rested upon the younger James.

In no time you and Jason rode into the Batcave on your respective motorcycles. You with James holding onto your waist from behind. 

“You two really never learn your lesson,” Damian scolded distracting their attention from teenage James.

“Remember-” Bruce began to warn James about revealing the future to his parents but was cut off by said future child who was all too aware of how time travel worked.

He put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder assuring him there was nothing to worry about. He would keep his helmet on to avoid their suspicion. One look at his dashing good looks and Jason would be on to him. “Relax, I got a big mouth but I’m not stupid enough to tell those two.”

Those two being you and Jason who he pointed to while you fought over who had been at fault. “I love my old man and ma but let's face it... I’m the reason those two end up together.”

It wasn’t to say that you and Jason didn’t love each other because you did. It was just a matter of fact that the accidental pregnancy that would result in James’ birth was the catalyst towards establishing your feelings and solidifying your relationship with Jason.

Bruce nodded in full agreement, “I can see how that would be the case.”

-end-

A/N: The more I wrote the more I realized you all deserve to see a bit more into the future so there will be a part 3!

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