#it practically broke my computer so it’s gotta be

[jakotsuto]

I'm sure you were all asking yourselves, "What will I do if there isn't a BO7 Christmas edit? How else am I to get into the festive spirit without the Band of Seven plotting Christmas atrocities?”

Fear not. I have done my utmost to ensure you won't have to ask that question (which I'm sure you were definitely about to ask.) //

Anyway, this is the thing I was previously foreshadowing with that BO7 Christmas picture.

Version without text available on YouTube.

[medicinemane]

You know, I gotta say, I had some rosetta stone fall of the back of a truck near me, and while there's stuff I used to like about duolingo, vs it's current state this is way better

Might just have to see... what other languages I can find strewn around the ground to get my mitts on before the source dries up

[c0llisiion]

BEYOND BOUNDARIES- k.th

♡ Pairing : Taehyung x f!reader

♡ : drabble, fwb, cheating reader and th , smut , slight (VERY LITTLE) angst , brat reader , cockwarming , unprotected sex (practice safe sexx!) , big dick tae, crying, overstimulation, choking, rough- lmk if i missed any <3

W/c : 1,918

Pt.2

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

T4e : hey

T4e : You there?

Your phone was buzzing repeatedly. It was 1 in the morning. Your sweet boyfriend sleeping next to you unaware of your sick secret. It was so wrong. You hated it. Everytime you wanted to end it ,, you would still go back to his arms.

Y/n : Hey sorry

Y/n : I was asleep.

'Why don't you just break up w him?' you couldn't. It just couldn't happen. It was not easy for you.

T4e : Oh did i wake you up?

Y/n : Yes. You did. But whatever,, tf do you want?

T4e : Come over. She is not there today. I really need you.

Y/n : Oh come on. You are unbelievable. This is the last time!

Or so you would think

T4e : You said the same thing a year ago. Just come over. It won't take that long

Y/n : Fine.

You turned off your phone and turned over to your bf.

"Hey baby i gotta go finish up w something rn,, is it okay?"

You lied. Your bf woke up , "really rn? It's 1 am!" "Yeah.. the girls need my help urgently apparently " You blatantly lied "Well fine then! Go on. Take care of yourself tho." "I will dw". And w that you got up , changed into the first thing you saw and left. Your guts were telling you it was wrong but still you decided to ignore it and left.

"Finally!!" Taehyung said dramatically as you entered his apartment. "Come to my room ,, im playing a game rn". You dropped your things and followed him into his room. You saw him getting seated in his chair ,, the only light illuminating the room being the bright computer lights. He turned towards your direction. "Come sit!" He said pointing at his dick. You rolled your eyes and went to him. You sat on his lap and could feel his cock hitting your clothed crotch. "What are you doing?" You asked " be my cocksleeve". You were surprised. You had never done cockwarming w him. It was new. You looked at him. "What?,, You sure?" You ask him w an eyebrow raised. "I can't rlly focus on this game and i needed a good fucking pussy to help me concentrate,, ofc im sure!" He said ,, as he slid your shorts down your legs. You were wearing a lacy thin pantie. His favourite. "Baby got all dolled up for me?! Im flattered" he teased. You blushed at his remarks. "Why couldn't you get your gf to do this instead?" You said playfully. "She cant take all of this" he kissed you passionately and you kissed him back. His hands holding your waist to keep you stable. They slowly crept lower and a sharp spank was laid on your right cheek . You whined into his mouth due to the pain. Taehyung chuckled and broke the kiss. Without much thinking he pulled down his shorts and out came his long big thick and erect dick. "Spit on it" he commanded. You collected your spit in your mouth and spat on it, slowly rubbing up and down with your hand to spread your spit and the pre down his shaft. You pushed your pantie to the side and lifted yourself to settle on his cock. You slowly sunk into the girth. Him slowly stretching you out. Breathy groans were coming out of Taehyung's mouth while you were giving out broken moans clearly still not adjusted to his size. "So tight everytime i f-fuck you...gah-" he choked out. You were already drooling. Not even half way in. You finally settled yourself and it was hard not to move. Taehyung kissed your forehead. "Don't move okay? I really need to win this!" You nodded and took your phone out, to spend the time and threw your head over his shoulder. Taehyung put on his headphones and started to play his game. A few minutes in and a few of his friends had joined. You were comfortabley settled on his cock. Taehyung was trying to focus but your soft walls were not letting him. You on the other hand was scrolling through socials and trying to ignore any thoughts about your boyfriend.

It was 20 minutes in and you were getting bored. His dick was constantly twitching inside of you and the god awful screaming coming out of his headphones was getting annoying. You decided to move a little. Just a little. "I told you not to move doll." He said sternly. "Im boreeddddd taeeeeee" you said. "Give me sometime baby after im done w this I will fuck your brains out ,, does that sound good?" You looked at him and nodded w a huge smile plastered on your face. Taehyung went back to his game and you back to scrolling on social media.

A few minutes passed and it started to look like he was almost done. The screams coming from the headphones were so loud you could hear it outside.

You heard him putting his controller down which signalled that he was done w his stupid game. He removed his headsets and pulled your hair back softly so you can face him. "So now where were we?" Without any hesitation he kissed you roughly. Hunger was clearly in the kiss and you were running short of breath. He quickly picked you up and threw you into his bed finally ending the 30 minute cockwarm. His cock was glistening of your liquids and you couldn't help but stare at how much it twitched. "Like what you see? You want it baby?" You were brought back to earth and you gave him a small smirk and nod. He undressed himself and started crawling towards you. You felt like a prey infront of a predator,, you were getting excited. He reached your neck and started leaving wet kisses all over. Taehyung was having the urge to mark you w his dark purple hickeys but he knew he couldn't because of the situation you both are in.

Your hands were around his neck ,, your mouth leaving out soft moans which was turning him on to the core. Taehyung slowly crept his hand under your black cropped tee. "And no bra? Damn baby you rlly wanted to impress me yeah?" You blushed at his remarks. He removed the flimsy top and admired your perfect tits. His one hand was gropping it while the other was playing w your hard nipples. "...T-Tae.. please..." You moaned out. "You want me to go down?" "..mhmmm...." You nodded. "Whatever you want doll" and with that his head dropped to your soaking cunt. "So wet ,, just like i want it to be" he dipped his head into your pussy and started eating you out. Time was not by his side today so he had to do things quick. You let out a huge groan ,, absolutely loving the friction of the panties and his mouth against your pussy. "Just like that .. ngghhh .. Hhhh" you pushed his head lower and entangled your fingers in his hair. He moaned against your cunt "you never disappoint me fuckkkk..." You felt your ego getting boosted up by his remarks. "Fuck tae- I'm going -" and before you could say anything else he stopped. You whined at the action. "Baby you want me to eat you out or fuck your tight little pussy?" He asked coming up and facing you with his head tilted to the side. You stayed silent. "Answer me." He said sharply but you still didn't answer him. He chuckled lightly and before you could even comprehend your panties were long gone. "So you won't answer me huh?" You felt something in your entrance. He was slowly pushing himself inside you. A loud gasp escaped your mouth when he pushed into you w no warning. "Yeah? You gon’ keep quiet or answer me?" He asked with a stupid smirk across his face, your legs were hiked up on his thighs, his entire length fit inside till the brim. "Tae please…" he quirked his eyebrows up before giving you a sharp thrust. "Hm?" You let a loud moan. One of His hand slowly went up your body and hooked it around your neck, squeezing lightly. His other hand on your belly feeling the bulge he created in your lower abdomen. His thumb on your throbbing clit, pressing down on it with no mercy. His hips started picking up pace. From slow gentle movements to harsh fast ones. He drew circles on your clit, his cock hitting that sweet spongy spot that made you see stars. "Huh baby? You wanna be bratty right?" You nod at his words without even thinking as tears spilled from your eyes. Vision blurry, mouth parted with broken moans and whines escaping every second as he thrusted into you with more and more force, hitting your cervix each time. Your hands were on his wrists, trying to push them away. You were overstimulated. Cries after cries as he kept fucking you into tomorrow. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before licking up your salty tears. His grip on your neck loosened, his other hand slowing down his movements on your clit. "Do you feel good baby? Yeah? Do you want me to keep going? You want me to fill you up?" You kept silent, not being able to comprehend his questions. "Answer me doll!" He removed his hands from your neck and held your face tightly, forcing you to stare into his eyes. His forehead was glistening. Loose hairs sticking to his forehead. His mouth was parted, panting heavily. You looked into his eyes before speaking. "Yes! … yes!! You feel so fucking good babe! I want you to fill me up and never stop!" Your eyes rolling back as his hip movements never stopped. Back arched. A small smirk was on his, pleased to hear you speak up. "Attagirl.”

He plopped you on your stomach. You lifted your ass up. Involuntarily. A low chuckle left his mouth as he gave a slap to your ass before spreading your cheeks to admire your puffy red pussy. Your head was pushed into his pillow. You whined at the feeling of the cold air hitting your sensitive cunt. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head backwards. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear. "Let me use you up, alright?" He said before pushing your head back down. His hips pushed into your sopping cunt without any hesitation. Moving in and out mercilessly. Muffled whines and moans left your mouth. Your spit and tears staining his silk pillow covers. "So-so.. fucking good.." he moaned as your gummy walls squeezed around his length. His hand, which was previously on your clit went back to your clit, penetrating it. "Gonna have you cumming all over my dick. Gonna- have…" he choked at how desperately your pussy was clenching around him. "Fuck!" He groaned as his paced quickened. "Taehyung!! Fuck! Shit!" You were borderline screaming at this point. He was fucking into you so hard, it was making you black out.

"Taehyung!! Im gonna fucking-…" before you could continue he thrusted into you with all his strength, pushing you forward a bit. "Go on doll.. let it all out" you shut your eyes tight. Lips biting hard, almost bruising your lower lip. Taehyung was fucking you as he pleased. His thrusts never stopped and just kept getting harder and better. Before you could come undone, your phone rang.

Shit.

A/n: AHH MY FIRST EVER FICCCC! Lmk if you liked it and your honest opinions are always welcome! >< Apologies for the spelling errors! LMK IF YOU WANT A PART TWO! Ty ^^

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: Part 2

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 / Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

In which both Leo and reader get grilled by their families, because of the "pretty eyes".

Warnings: Spelling, loong.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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“They call him… The Batman”, Donnie said, reading from his computer screen, causing Leo to break from his starting contest with the wall. He didn’t even remember how he got to staring at the wall. He remembers returning to the abandoned cafe with his brothers, after their meeting with this, Batman and… her. She had said his eyes were pretty. No way she actually meant it. Not with eyes like hers. They were… Leo did not know how to describe them… deep? Colorful? Lively? Filled with emotion-, oh this is how he ended up zoning out in the first place.

Leo was once again pulled out of his thoughts, as Raph started yelling about how stupid it was to use half an hour to google something he could have guessed in seconds.

“I’ve read rumors about a supernatural bat creature in Gotham, but I assumed that he was an urban legend, or that he was a mutant like us”, Donnie said deeply fascinated.

“That guy was definitely human”, Leo finally spoke. “And I think his super natural powers are just his gadgets. Anything about the girl?” Leo could see Raph facepalm out of the corner of his eye.

“Nothing”, Donnie said. “Only stuff about this Batman, or whatever he is”. Why did that pull down on Leo’s mood? No information about her at all?

“We already know what he is!” Mikey was practically dancing at the whiteboard. “He’s awesome!... Unless he’s a bad guy… That would make him… 40% less awesome”. Leo could already tell by the look on Raph’s face that he wanted to punch their little brother all the way back to New York.

“No one knows his motives, but it does appear that he only attacks criminals”, Donnie continued. “Especially this clown guy��.

“So he wears a Dracula costume and punches clowns. Who cares?!”, yelled Raph. “The dirtbag stole my sai!”

“Dracula costume? What kind of Dracula movies have you been watching?”, Donnie muttered.

“Is that why that girl hang around him?!”, Mikey yelled from his whiteboard, jumping with the same enthusiasm he had shown ever since they arrived in Gotham. “He has bitten her and now she is under his control? This city just gets better and better!”

“I don’t think so Mikey. She did say Leo had pretty eyes”, Donnie said. “Hypothetically, I don’t think a human under vampire control would say that. I actually don’t even think vampires in fiction can control people like that…”

Leo already hated this conversation.

“Look all I’m saying is Shredder stole the ooz from TCRI and came to Gotham, we know he’s been working with a new partner, right? It’s gotta be this bat creep and that Leo loving sidekick he has around”, Raph said, exasperated.

Leo remained unmoving with his arms crossed, but the mentioning of the girl made something move in his stomach.

“I’m not so sure”, Leo said. “The way they fought, avoiding lethal blows. They wanted to figure us out. Like a detective".

“She wanted to figure you out”, Raph mumbled, just loud enough for Leo to hear it. Leo would have spoken up, and Mikey not done it first.

“Okay bros. I broke it down”, he said, pointing to his drawings on the whiteboard. “Awesome: Little bat throwing things, cool car, sweet hat, Leo’s first girlfriend. Not awesome: Kicked our butts, may be evil, mean voice, Leo’s first heartbreak”.

“Either way”, Leo broke in, before giving his brothers any chance to add on to Mikey’s whiteboard Batman and sidekick breakdown. “After Wayne Enterprises, we have no idea where the Foot will be next. The Batman is our only lead”.

Donnie nodded. “Whether friend or foe, he and his sidekick was at the scene of the crime. And if you give me a minute, I think I’ve gotten an idea”.

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“I was right outside!” you yelled like a spoiled child, waving your arms in the air, while Batman carefully looked at the magnifying glass in front of him, a sample he had taken from the sai laying in the little glass tray. “I did nothing but watch those metahumans kick Penguin’s butt! I could have helped you!”

“I did not need help”, Batman said, stoic as he always was when wearing that mask. “I had it under control”.

“That blood in your mouth said otherwise”, you sighed leaning against the deck next to you. This man was stubborn and you knew it. It was no use fighting him on his opinions, as it would be a losing battle for anyone except him.

You heard the familiar sound of a grappling against metal, and saw as Batgirl made her way out of the air vent.

“Heard on the scanner that the police took in some of Penguin’s men. Said they were jumped by four crazy frogs. I assume those were my lizard guys”, she said.

“Your lizard guys are strange”, you told Batgirl.

“They are turtles”, Batman said, pressing keys on the computer keyboard. “And the DNA on this weapon suggests they were mutated by an outside agent”.

“Mutant ninja turtles”. You raised a brow. “And me who thought Gotham couldn’t get any stranger”.

“The technology the ninjas have already stolen could be used to refine a mutagen like that”, Batgirl noted. “But why?”

“The cloud-seeder is the last piece of the puzzle. Which is why I had to move it to a secure location outside of Gotham”.

“I really wished you guys brought me in on this!”, Batgirl said. “I mean I saw the monsters first. It’s my case”.

“And pass up the opportunity to watch them swordfight Penguin later in the future? No way! I had front seat tickets!”

“There were too many unknowns. You could have gotten hurt. Both of you”. Batman turned his attention towards you. “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)”.

“What do you mean? I was beating that blue one pretty good”.

“Yet you didn’t notice the red one almost tapped you from the back”.

You felt a movement in your stomach and cold run down your back, yet your face started to feel hot. You did not notice at all. When would that have happened?... How long did you look into those blue eyes? Did the red one see an opening, only for Batman to save you, while you were being engulfed in a mutant turtle’s eyes, not noticing the world around you?

“N- no, I didn’t”.

“No, and you’ll have to work on that before I start calling you for backup”. Feedback from Batman always sounded harsh. And it did make you feel self conscious. But when it came to fighting alongside Batman, it was a matter of life and death. “In the meantime”, Batman continued, before you could dig too deep into your own feelings. “I’ll need to start working on a way to counteract the mutagen”. Batman stood for a moment. “And for that I could use both of your help”.

You could feel a big smile form on your face as Batgirl thanked the man you saw as your father figure. It wasn’t often that he actually asked for your help, or any help at all, making this a rare occasion, forever saved in your memory.

“All though”, Batgirl said as Batman looked closer at the sai he had gotten from the red turtle. “If those creatures left the Penguin's men tied up for the police, maybe I was wrong about them”.

“Maybe”, was all Batman had to say about that.

The drive back to the Batcave from Wayne Enterprise was silent. With you and Batgirl squished together in one seat, while Batman was driving the Batmobile. The silence that was so common when it came to Batman. It was a far cry from the Bruce Wayne that had taken you in as his own daughter. I was as if the moment he took the mask on, he became a different person. Not less loving than the Bruce Wayne you had given the title father, but less expressive and harder to read.

“Pretty eyes?”, Batman said, finally breaking the silence. Batgirl looked at you in confusion.

“It caught him off guard didn’t it? I’ll say it worked”, you said, playing with a smile on your lips. The bat stayed silent. You knew that silence. It was not an approving silence. You tried playing it off, talking about something else. “Did you notice how easily excited the orange one got? And how mad that red one was? They kind of remind me of Robin-”.

“Your brother is not comparable to a bunch of ninja turtles”.

“Well you might think that”, you mumbled, thinking of your pestilence of an adopted brother, that often caused chaos in your daily life, by sneaking around Wayne Manor. “He does look a little like them”.

Batgirl turned to Batman. “Care to explain?”

Batman sighed. “(H/N) and the blue mutant had a moment where she told him he had pretty eyes”.

“A moment?”, Batgirl asked, slightly shocked.

“A stare down”, you said, feeling your cheeks getting hot.

“A moment”, Batman corrected. “Even his attacks became softer after she told him”.

“No they didn’t!”

“They did. And so did yours”.

With your cheeks on fire, you crossed your arms and leaned back into the seat you shared with Batgirl. The amused smile she was trying to hide, made you wish the Batmobile would swallow you on the spot.

Why did that damn turtle have to have such pretty eyes?

[the-lavender-clown]

"I'm in!" Jase exclaimed.

"Nice work, Jase, nice work!" Kendra congratulated, then added quietly to Donnie, "Let's take him down a peg."

"With pleasure." Donnie smiled almost gleefully as he hit a button on what he was holding.

"Ah! No, cyber dogs!" Jase screamed, falling to the floor in a panic to get away from them.

Kendra, Donnie and Jeremy laughed. Until an angry voice came from behind them of course.

"What is your guy's problem?" April demanded, displeasure clear on her face as they turned around. "Jase decided to help you, why I'm still not sure, but all you three do is torture him!"

Everyone in the classroom was staring now, but Kendra's glare made them all return to their projects. Donnie then rolled his eyes.

"Why do you even care anyway?" he asked.

"Because he's still my friend, even if he hangs out with you three jerks." April folded her arms.

"Uh huh." Donnie said. "Sure he is."

"Jase, come on, let's get you a break."

Jase got up, left the vr on the floor and left with her. Jeremy and Kendra practically stared Donnie straight through his soul.

"What?"

"Go follow them." Kendra pointed.

"Why me?" Donnie protested. "Make Jeremy do it!"

"Just go after them." Kendra sighed. "Jase isn't the most valuable of us, but April might try to convince him to leave. And one of us needs to remind him of the consequences."

Donnie groaned but did as he was told. As he let April and Jase lead him to an empty classroom, he came up with a brilliant idea: scare April away. And he knew just how to do it.

"Jase, why did you join them?" Donnie heard April ask.

"Because they-" Jase broke off. "I wanted to."

"You wanted to join the Purple Dragons?" April sounded extremely suspicious.

Donnie laughed quietly to himself, glanced around to make sure no one was watching and slipped into the room. He hid behind the teacher's desk by the door and gently tapped his brooch. Scaring was child's play, but then again, he still was a child, and this would get April for sure.

"Ohmigosh!"

Or he thought it would get her for sure.

He slowly turned his head to her and nervously laughed. "Hey...?"

"You're a turtle!" April exclaimed. "This is insane! You have to meet my friends! Well, other friends."

Donnie stood. "No thanks. Any friend of yours probably isn't worth meeting."

"One, ouch. Two, come on! You'll love them! They're just like you!" April begged.

"Still, no thanks. Breaks over Jase, we gotta go back." Donnie said, tapping his brooch again.

Jase followed Donnie back to the computer room. April watched them with narrowed eyes. If Donnie wasn't going to come with her to see them, she would bring them to him. And the next day, she did.

April knocked on his door. The three brothers crowded behind her, cloaked in hoodies since they couldn't get their hands on brooches like Donnie had.

"Quit pushing, Miguel!" Leo hissed.

"I'm not pushing, you are!" Mikey growled back.

"Would both of you shush!" April commanded.

The door creaked open. "Oh it's you. What do you want?"

April turned back to the door and smiled. But it wasn't Donnie standing there, it was Kendra.

"Hi, is Donnie home?" she asked.

"He's in his room, why?"

"Do you think we could come in and visit really quick? I got some...friends I want to introduce to him." April replied.

"Whatever, I'll tell him you're here." Kendra slammed the door.

"Get ready, boys!" April whispered back at them. "Nobody else is here, so they can't see you."

The three teens behind her pull their hoods down after cautious glances side to side, just to be sure. Eventually, the door opens back up again.

"April, I told you that I...didn't want...to meet your...friends..." Donnie was speechless.

April's friends were turtles?! Like he was?!

"Surprise!" April sidestepped out of the way.

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And it's complete! I'm honestly not proud of it, but if you like it, that's all that matters!

*runs away*

OF COURSE I LOVE IT

It’s not how I’d have things pan out (because I have plans for that stuff) but I still love it!!!

Fanwork is fanwork and I’m so happy you like my stuff enough to write your own things for it!!

[itsscromp]

Platonic Miguel O'Hara x Reader part 2

Hey hey everyone, thank you for the love and support on my first fic, it was an absolute blast to write. this latest idea popped into my head not long ago so gotta get it out. without further ado lets get into it. warnings: slight angst but fluff at the end, possible spelling errors but double checked on grammerly. word count: 987

It's now been a month since you joined Spider-Society, the many adventures you've had were just phenomenal, taking down more bad guys than you thought possible. You couldn't have done it without Miguel's help.

One day you were mooching around HQ, You went looking for Miguel but he was nowhere to be seen so with that you rang Jess.

"Hey Jess do you know where Miguel is ??"

"Oh he's on a mission right now on Earth 873 why do you ask ??"

"I haven't seen him all day that's all"

"Gotcha now, Don't worry honey he'll be back soon"

"Thanks, Jess"

With that you hung up, beginning to wander around HQ then deciding to stumble into Miguel's office. Now no one is usually allowed in without permission, but yet again boredom needed to be cured and you would be in and out with no problem. After getting past the creepy robot-looking thing, you stumbled into his office Immediately heading to the platform you began to mimic his movements and voice.

"My name is Miguel O'Hara"

"I am the best Spider-Man of all Spider-Man"

It was pretty fun to be honest, almost feeling like you were Miguel. But as you continued, a swipe of your hand activated his holo-computer. You immediately were going to turn it off, but for one reason or another your brain said "Let's look at canon events and anomalies"

Alas, you did look, checking all past and present anomalies, the Kraven the hunter you fought, the Italian Renaissance vulture Gwen fought. The canon events were a different story, looking into every one of them broke your heart. But then something caught your eye, it didn't have a name, but it was a video file.

You didn't think twice before you clicked on it and the video opened, it was Miguel, but there was also a young girl. Who was she ?? As the video continued on the little girl called Miguel dad, He had a daughter. Her name was Gabriella or Gabby in Miguel's saying. The two looked like they were having a blast together, Gabby got a little mischievous and tapped her cupcake onto Miguel's face and the frosting stuck there, you couldn't help but chuckle.

The video ended with Miguel having a huge smile on his face, something that people say was extremely rare to see. You then decided it was enough then shut off the computer. but as you did Miguel was standing right in front of you, he must've got back and seen you watching the video. He easily blended in. but oh boy was he angry when you shut it down.

"Miguel !!!" You shouted with fright as he was standing there.

"What were you doing ??!!" He said in a tone which made your blood run cold.

"I..I..I…I didn't mean to, I was bored and.."

"Why were you watching that video !!??"

"I thought it was a recording from a mask during a mission" Miguel was seeing red at this point and turned around from you.

"Y/n…. leave now" his voice was firm, it wasn't a request, it was practically a demand.

"Miguel I'm sorry OK I didn't know…" You tried to grab his wrist to turn him around but that would be a big mistake.

"I said get out !!!!" Miguel then swiped his hand at you, his claws sticking out and scratching your face.

"AH," You fell to the floor before looking up at Miguel, now scared of him. You brought your hand to your face where he scratched it and looked back down at it, a tiny bit of blood.

Miguel realizing what he just did snapped out of it and looked at you with a sad expression.

"Y/n……… I……. I"

Before he could say anything, you immediately swung out of the room, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible. Miguel felt heartbroken and guilty, he hurt you. One of the many promises he made to himself that he wouldn't do.

You got checked out by Spider-Doctor to make sure it wasn't bad, it wasn't thankfully. Just a flesh wound, it'll barely leave a scar. After some disinfectant, she sent you on your way. You immediately headed back to your room in the facility and locked yourself away, not wanting to make anything worse.

A few hours later you heard a knock at the door, you went up and opened it a smidge to see who it was, but quickly shutting it once you saw it was Miguel.

"Y/n I just want to talk.."

"You hurt me.."

"I know I didn't mean to.."

"Still didn't give you the right to do that"

"Y/n….. please"

You could hear his voice slightly break, making you a bit sad. he was just trying to apologize for what happened. But you also needed to give him an apology, so with that, you opened the door again this time enough to let him in.

As soon as you opened the door he immediately swallowed you into a tight loving hug, you couldn't help but hug him back.

"I'm so so sorry kiddo, I didn't mean to hurt you"

"No, it's my fault… I shouldn't have gone through your computer, it's mostly my fault"

"I would never ever want to hurt you, I shouldn't have done what I have done, please…. can you forgive me El amigo ??" (Buddy)

You looked up at him and hugged him tighter.

"I forgive you Miguel" you whispered

Miguel smiled as he brought you to your bed, laid you down then wrapped his arms around you. That safe feeling came back. He knew cuddles would make you feel better.

"Thanks, Miguel"

"it's ok y/n. it's ok"

Y/n sighed contently as they snuggled closer to him. feeling safe and content. Miguel didn't deserve you sometimes, but he will forever be glad he has an amazing friend like you.

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[piperslovebot]

Trevina + fluff prompt number 2 please?

September 4, 1995

Trevor and Serena were both cuddling on the bed, watching the soccer tournament on Trevor’s computer. Serena was wearing a large jersey with her blonde wig still on. Trevor was shirtless and only wearing sweatpants. “Woo hoo! Go Tigers!!! You rule!” Serena cheered. Trevor scoffed, “Oh please, the Bangles will obviously will.” Serena shook her head, “I’ll let you have this because you’re sexy.”

Trevor smirked, “So you’re only dating me for my looks?” Serena chuckled, “Yep. I was trying to hide it but you caught me.” Trevor playfully stuck out his tongue. They began to make out for the next few minutes. Serena broke off the kiss, “I think I may be obsessed with you. Like my teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7.”

“What can I say? I’m irresistible.” Trevor playfully replied. Serena chuckled and punched him in the arm. She sighed and looked down for a moment. Trevor kissed her head, “Hey, what’s going on?” Serena sighed, “Just promise me that you won’t freak out.” Trevor shook his head, “Babe, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

Serena looked down, playing with her hands. “I have…testicular cancer. I’ve been showing some symptoms for a while but I thought I was just worn out from practice.” She looked up, trying to decipher Trevor’s reaction. Trevor just held her tightly, “Does anyone know?” Serena nodded, “I told Betsy a few hours. I tried telling Kelly but she was acting really strange.” Trevor raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean, strange?”

Serena sighed, “She’s been avoiding me and whenever we are in a position to talk, Kelly keeps glaring at me. I don’t know if I did anything wrong.” Trevor kissed Serena’s head, “Baby, she’s probably just really tired. From what I heard, being in toxic relationships can really drain you.” Serena nodded, “Yeah. Plus she dated Ryland Barnes of all people.”

They both just cuddled in silence for a few minutes. “You’re right. Maybe she just needs to be alone.” Serena said. She looked at Trevor, who just kissed her. “Look Serena, if there’s anything you need, I’m here. And whatever you need, I’ll support you no matter what.” Serena chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss. “Right now I just wanna go to sleep. But I’ve gotta admit, Betsy was a total badass out there.” Trevor smiled, “Agreed.”

[insidekaz]

Man, having insomnia fucking sucks.

Hello internet. Welcome back to yet another blog where I release the thoughts that are trapped inside this rather abnormal cranium of mine. Tonight, I write to you from a rather weird setting. Instead of me typing out my post in the middle of the evening from my rather impressive custom-built computer, I instead type to you from my iPad. It’s currently 3:40 in the morning on this cold December Friday, my partner sleeping soundly next to me.

At least, I think it is.

Honestly, I’m not really sure. Luckily, I broke out the quiet keyboard to type in bed.

Anyway,

I haven’t updated this blog in a while. I could lie and say that I’ve been working on other projects, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. I mean, I have been working on other stuff, but there’s been a lot less finishing projects and more starting and stopping. I mean, I’ve been working on a review script for Marmalade Is Missing for the last month and a half. I only have three or four paragraphs left to type, yet, every time I go to work on it, I tend to find myself in a sudden state of unease. Like, I’m perfectly aware that I shouldn’t fear my own creations getting out into the public. Hell, I started a blog back up on a website that I check maybe once a week. It’s really less my own views on my work and more worrying about how the world might react, if that makes any sense.

With the direction that America is going in, you can’t blame me for having these anxious thoughts about my projects. When my stuff hits the web, it isn’t going to be just me that’s going to have a small spotlight shining down on them, but also everyone affiliated with me. My partners, my alters, my friends, and anyone else that I bring on this project. Kameron Kazma’s Something Show is a project that I have somewhat ridiculously high hopes for, but I do truly believe that my work could bring the entertainment that the Internet deserves right now. I’ve been paying close attention to what’s being seen as comedic in today’s day and age. Very few people are trying to do anything original these days, most of the digital community diluting down to repost and “Loud Equals Funny” content. It almost feels like my devices have been infected with some kind of virus, one that ignores the fact that I frequently tap “Not Interested” on every piece of stolen content on TikTok so that it can force more down my throat.

Speaking of TikTok, that’s got social media on fire right now. From what I’ve seen, the TikTok Ban is still happening on January 19th of next year (2025 in case someone is reading this in the future.) Apparently ByteDance has already tried to file for an appeal to the court once, but it was quickly shot down. Word has it that the company is going to try again. I’m not going to hold my breath for too long though. If anything, I might still be able to access it on my computer whenever I want to post something. Only problem is that now I’ll have to start double editing all of my short form content so that I can still post it for both mobile users of TikTok and computer users of YouTube. Gotta keep that content flowing, ya know?

While I’m practically venting out the inner thoughts of my mind, that’s another thing that I need to maybe start worrying about now: the algorithm. I’ve always hated the idea of following treads to get a following. I’ve always been someone who likes the idea that I could make it BIG doing my own thing. I hate the idea of having to follow in the footsteps of someone else, but recent events make it seem as if I need to start paying a little more attention to what popular these days. This was already something that I was loosely aware of before, but I think I stopped taking notes when popular trends contained petty theft and purposely pissing people off to get cargo ships full of hate comments. (JelloApocolypse’s One Piece video is the best worst example of this.)

The least I could do is see what’s popular in a positive light and try to work that into my projects.

That is, of course, I get any of those projects done…

I might need to start hiring people to pester me into getting things done.

(Also, random side note, I’m listing to BRAINS! By Voltaire while I’m typing this and the gif above weirdly goes along with the song. I picked that gif, like, three or four songs back. Just a random thought.)

Alright, I’ve gotta get to bed. My partner just woke up cause its usual work alarm went off, but it has the day off. I might be in a bit of trouble in the morning for still being up at 4 A.M., so wish me luck! I’ll do my random color coding in the morning when I wake up (considering I either sleep or sit here until the sun rises.)

Stay safe out there.

-Kameron D. Kazma

P.S. Again, there’s isn’t some kind of secret code to the coloring of my post. I just like making it look weird.

Or maybe there is a code.

Not like anyone’s gonna take the time to figure it out either way…

[hellstobetsy]

Hussie himself explaining why he eventually stopped that insane schedule:

Let me put it this way. You may work a full time job. It may be that something happens in your life that makes your job more difficult, because you are preoccupied. Your work may suffer to some extent, but you can still approximately match what's expected of you, because there is a partition between your job and your home life. You may nevertheless feel your full time job seems to dominate your existence, saps your energy, and leaves your weekend respites feeling all too short. This is not an experience I share, because MSPA is not a full time job. If you have such a job, then I would have to RADICALLY REDUCE my workload to match your level of day to day preoccupation. The actual quantities involved have always been nebulous and I never made a point of keeping track, but 12 hours per day seems like a pretty reasonable average, since that is just shy of all waking hours. Time spent writing, drawing, animating, or just spacing out at my monitor while contemplating all the moving parts. This is what I did every day, including weekends and holidays, for two years, and to some extent another year prior to that with Problem Sleuth. Only a few weekends were missed due to conventions, and there was a single week off immediately following the infamous "robo smooch", and that's it. (Most of that week was spent wondering why the hell I wasn't updating…) There are other gaps in the archive, spanning days or a week, when I was animating. Those spans involved the usual work schedule, while simply omitting sleep! Not only is this an unreasonable workload to expect of anyone, it's practically impossible to pull it off. Maybe you can expect some committed guy out there to really buckle down and duplicate that effort for a month or two. But years? Too much can crop up in the white noise of normal life to destabilize it. Momentum is absolutely crucial for maintaining that kind of pace. I find that if I only do an hour of work in a day, I get ten minutes of work done. If I do 12 hours of work, I seem to get 24 hours of work done. This is especially true of animation. Such projects notoriously take a very long time. I feel like because of the crazy head of steam I've built up from years of nonstop effort, I can knock out in days something that might take another animator a week. Or in a week what might take a month. Without that momentum, it's not possible. Starting up Flash cold is excruciating. Getting your head back into the stride of a story wastes energy you wouldn't use if you never broke stride. Without the momentum, the pace reverts to ordinary. Getting distracted by life destroys the momentum. I've been pretty zealous about deflecting the distractions, even when I move, as I often do. A notable example was last year when I came back from the Emerald City con in Seattle, and found my apartment flooded. The con was already enough of a time sink, so I didn't have much of an appetite for going into personal crisis mode. I just kind of shrugged, picked my computer off the lone, miraculously dry part of the floor, dropped it in a temporary residence, and kept drawing. I think the flood mess occupied about a day of my attention, whereas something like that could easily take up weeks of your time and energy if you're living that "normal life". You know how it is, you come home and find water up to your ankles and go aw fuck, what's ruined, what needs replacing, gotta call whoever and deal with the fuckin landlord about stuff and auuuugh. I just didn't bother with any of that, because it just didn't seem to matter, and I preferred to keep working and not give a crap about all my soggy bullshit. And in retrospect, I guess it really didn't matter.

It's always a trip seeing post-Homestuck webcomics try to emulate Homestuck's narrative structure without understanding that Homestuck's narrative structure only worked because of its extremely rapid update schedule. Like, yeah, you've got the whole elaborate acts-within-acts thing going on, but your comic has been running for nine years and you just hit the halfway mark on Act 1; I think maybe some reassessment is in order!

[raineydays411]

My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child. 

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers. 

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off. 

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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It started off with a gala. 

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events.  You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it. 

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room. 

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls. 

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone. 

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear 

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.” 

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously.  He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?” 

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these. 

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne. 

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??” 

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard. 

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom. 

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra. 

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them. 

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper.  You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother. 

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken.  He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

[sir-subpar]

1st (and 2nd) Meeting (Yandere Toppat Charles prequel oneshot)

Yep! I finally wrote more Yandere Toppat Charles. A lot of people have been requesting this. So here it is! Below the cut.

*Prequel oneshot! Let's go!*

Charles observed his computer monitor, watching the museum with the clan's hidden cameras they planted.

"Incredible.." He whispered in awe. The whole museum has fallen into chaos, and it was all thanks to one man. Henry Stickmin.

Yes, he'd been watching Henry for a while, seeing him make a name for himself. Charles wondered sometimes if he really worked alone. He had the skills of a whole task force, but always appeared to have no help. 

Did he plan these things? Or did Henry just make it up as he went along? He couldn't tell.

Oh Henry, so wild, so random. Yet so… impressive.

He had to meet this man. No doubt about it.

…

Henry ran with the diamond, he hid it in one of his hideouts outside the city. He'd have to lay low for a while, but it was worth it.

…

Henry left his hideout to retrieve some necessities, like food. He didn't plan on being out long, but he had a.. Strange encounter, on his way back.

Henry nabbed some fruit that he could stash and was in the process of running back to his hideout, it was night out and he used a lot of confusing alleyways and narrow roads to exit the city. Despite his efforts to avoid detection, someone apparently spotted him. 

"Henry Stickmin, or is it Stickman?" Henry whipped around and pointed his gun (which only had two bullets) at the voice, only to find no one standing there. Suddenly, he felt another body behind him. The stranger wrapped their arms around him, but in a way that felt more… gentle, friendly even. But the fact it was a stranger didn't help the fact that it was still terrifying. A hand quickly found itself grabbing his wrist, making him unable to fire it behind him. 

 

He felt someone's face right next to his own, they started whispering into his 'ear', "Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not here to cause you any harm. It's the opposite, really." The tone of the man's voice was strange. It was soft, but in a weirdly personal way. Like they knew each other or something. Which they did not. Or at the very least, Henry didn't.

"You broke yourself out of prison, stole the Tunisian Diamond, and even managed to avoid being recaptured… yet you struggle to even find a steady source of food… How sad. You deserve better, Henry.." The man somehow got even closer, Henry could feel his lips brush the side of his head, "... Way better." The stranger whispered, his tone changing a bit. 

Was this guy… flirting, with him?

"My name's Charles. I've seen your work from afar and I just gotta say, I'm impressed."

"Are you a cop or something? Because I'm pretty sure everything you're doing right now is illegal."

Charles laughed. "Good thing I'm not a cop then, huh?" Henry wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. 

"I'm a criminal. Just like you. The main difference is that I am a crime leader..."

 What was this guy? A mobster? Gang leader? When would he get to the point and stop all this weirdly intimate physical contact!?

" … and I think you should join me.."

Henry froze. This guy wanted him? A random solo thief, to join whatever crime syndicate he was in?

"I'll give you time to think about it. C'ya round, Henry." 

Just like that, Charles was gone. Henry only caught a glimpse of a red cloak and what was either headphones or ear muffs. He didn't get a long enough look to tell.

What a strange guy.

…

Henry woke up abruptly as he was practically thrown into a wooden crate. "Oh, I see you are awake at last." A man with a rather poised voice caught his attention. He saw a somewhat dapper looking man, with a brown mustache that he was twirling a bit as he talked.

Wait, was that a government uniform?

 "My my, no need to be so alarmed. We brought you here for a reason. We need your help." The man attempted to soothe Henry's anxiety. "My name is Reginald, and this is my right hand man," The man, now known as 'Reginald' gestured to another man who appeared to be driving the helicopter they all sat in. The second guy was taller than Reginald, Henry could tell, even though he was sitting down, and had a red mustache and hair. He appeared to be quite stern. And it was at this moment that Henry fully realized the situation.

He was in a government helicopter, with a couple soldiers holding guns at the ready, talking to someone who appeared to be in charge (maybe a captain). 

"You were a tricky little minx to catch, but I am sure your skills will make this worth the trouble."

Henry was briefed on the mission: go into the Toppat Clan's airship, find incriminating evidence, and gain his freedom. Seems fair enough.

Once he was on the ship, he found an air vent that eventually spat him onto a platform, one that was across from another platform with a "records" sign. 

"Oi, Henry. Might want to take a look at their records. You could probably find something there." Right's voice called through Henry's earpiece. His tone made it sound more like a command than a suggestion. "I've some things that can help you get across. What do you want to use?"

-Box

-Gun

-Right Hand Man

Henry decided on the box. Sure enough, one was dropped down in front of him. When he tried to open it, he realized it was made of metal. Suddenly, it seemed to unfold itself, sprouting arms and legs.

Ah. It was a small robot.

Suddenly, the small robot stomped up to him and lifted him off the ground with a vice grip. Henry had no time to get his bearings… and no time to prepare for the robot throwing him across the gap full-speed. 

Henry's body slammed into the metal floor, knocking the air out of his lungs. He looked across the gap, where he used to be, to see the robot give him a salute and then fold back into a box. Little pest. Useful, but still a pest.

Henry carried on his way to the records room, the shelves and files were practically endless, then he saw someone reading through a file. He ducked behind a shelf and watched the man. He had black sideburns, and a dark green uniform and Top hat to match. "Hmm. I gotta find a better spot for this, too incriminating to have in the open." He had a slight Brooklyn accent, if Henry assumed correctly.

Henry started to panic when the man stood up, seemingly turning to face the direction Henry happened to be in. 'Do something do something do something!' Henry's brain screamed.

Without thinking Henry grabbed a heavy book off the shelf and threw it full force at the guy. The book landed hard on the guy's foot, Henry could hear a *crack* upon impact. 

The Toppat crumbled to the floor, clutching his ankle and yelling obscenities for the whole world to hear. After some cursing, he seemed to refocus. "Who the FUCK-! Bukowski! Is that you!? I swear to god if that was you I'm gonna throw you off this Damn ship!" 

Henry crawled and sneaked his way around him, arms and legs on the metal floor. He maneuvered his way under the table, hastily grabbing the files the angry man dropped. He began to back up, hoping to leave the room without getting caught.

His hopes were dashed though when the guy turned his head to look at him. They both froze for a second when they made eye contact.

It did not take long for the Toppat to realize who was responsible for crushing his foot with a book. "Oi! Who the hell are you!?" Henry fumbled to his feet, and just ran. He was met with a locked door. Keycard only, Damn.

Henry turned to look at the man who was now getting up with the help of the table. That guy probably had a keycard.

Henry stuffed the file into his jacket, and bolted towards the guy. Using his built up momentum, he delivered a brutal kick to the guy's head, causing it to slam into the table top. While he was stunned, Henry snatched the card, and booked it towards the door. The identification on the card read "Rupert Price". 

Welp. Sorry Rupert, but he needed an escape. 

With his newfound access, he ran through the long metal halls of the ship. He had Right giving him directions to the nearest exit through his earpiece. It certainly helped with navigating the long, confusing, symmetrical halls of the airship.

Alarms started blaring. That Rupert guy must've alerted the clan.

Thinking fast, Henry swiftly dove into a vent, out of sight. He continued to listen to Right's directions.

"Take a left, don't make too much noise. There's a room full of crooks under you. A lot of 'em are armed."

Henry resisted the urge to say "no shit", feeling that it's pretty obvious a bunch of criminals would have weapons. He bit back his smartass remarks, it wasn't the time.

Henry eventually left the confines of the ventilation system, arriving in a room similar to a garage. Seeing as he was alone, he opened the huge metal garage door, ready to leave.

"Alright 'Enry. Get ready to-" the audio was cut off by garbled electronic noises. He couldn't make out what Right was saying, no matter how much he strained to listen. 

Suddenly, he heard someone… clapping?

"Finally, I can speak to you without interruptions," a voice said. A familiar one. Where had Henry heard that voice before?

"I gotta say, I haven't been this excited in a long time. Seeing you, Henry Stickmin, on my airship." 

A figure emerged from the darkness, a black hat with a red band and matching red headphones poking through, and a familiar red cloak.

The same guy from the alleyway! What was his name again? Henry's mind drew a blank, only remembering how weird that encounter was.

"I guess this is a good time to 'properly' introduce myself." The man said, a sly grin on his face. 

He approached Henry and gently grasped his hand, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his knuckles. 

"Charles Calvin, leader of the Toppat Clan."

Henry's face flushed a new shade of pink. He froze, muscles tense from intimidation, confusion, and slight flusherment. 

"I'm honored that you stopped by. It's a little unfortunate though. You are a talented thief, I didn't even know you were here at first!" Charles' tone took on a genuine excitement in that moment.

 "Though your 'government buddies' aren't quite as sneaky with that helicopter out there." His tone shifted again, laced with a feeling Henry could only describe as animosity when he mentioned the government.

 Henry swallowed thickly. He had been caught. What was Charles going to do? What would the government do with Henry's failure? 

"You're sweating," Charles said, seeming a bit concerned. He cupped Henry's cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. Henry wasn't sure what to feel about this. For some reason, Charles seemed comforting and terrifying simultaneously. "What do they have on you Henry? I can't imagine that a habitual thief like yourself would willingly team up with the people hunting him down. Did they threaten you?"

Charles' voice had a protective edge to it.

Henry was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to do? 

On one hand, he barely knew this man, and the guy was a powerful clan leader. 

On the other hand, there was no guarantee that Captain Reginald would keep his promise. The government could be lying to him. They could have just wanted to use him to take down the clan, and then arrest him right after. Kill two birds with one stone.

Henry bit back his nerves, deciding to be honest and see how Charles would react. 

"My freedom." Henry stated, doing his best to make his tone unreadable. 

Charles tilted his head. "Your freedom? What, you do what they want and you don't get sent to prison? Is that really the deal?" 

Henry nodded. "They said they'd pardon me for my crimes."

"... And how do you know that they'll actually go through with it?"

Henry said nothing. He didn't know.

"Doesn't sound like you're any closer to freedom, bud." Charles' sympathetic tone made Henry feel… oddly safe. He wasn't sure why.

Charles cupped Henry's cheek, an oddly intimate and comforting action. "Join the clan Henry. No government, or prison, will even touch you, not if I have a say in it. You'll be safe with me, Henry, I promise. Just let me love you, and stay." 

Henry's eyes widened.

Wow… that was really forward of Charles. "Love" was an interesting word choice. Charles wasn't just asking Henry to join his criminal organization, he basically just asked him out. 

Henry's face lit up with a warm pink glow, before he thought about the reality of the situation. He had a choice to make. Both options had risks. He could either join Charles, or finish his government mission. A crime Lord stranger, or a US captain who had already kidnapped him earlier to get him to do the government's bidding. 

Henry averted his eyes, focusing them on the metal floor beneath them.

This place seemed stable. And the government hasn't taken these guys down. They were strong. If he stayed on their good side, he could be untouchable.

If he went with the government, he could be pardoned for his crimes and have a second chance at a normal life. No criminal record.

Henry closes his eyes.

-Stay

-Go

He looked Charles in the eye. The man patiently waited for his response with a smile. He was bouncing on his heels a bit. He seemed eager. 

Henry held out his hand, "Okay, I'll join you." He was expecting Charles to shake his hand, but instead, Charles threw his arms around Henry in a hug. He lifted Henry off the ground and spun around. 

"Oh Henry! I'm so glad! You won't regret this!" 

Henry squirmed awkwardly. This guy was very cuddly. 

Charles seemed to recompose himself. Henry was relieved when he could feel the floor beneath him again. 

Charles cleared his throat. "Ahem. So, how do you want to deal with… them?" Charles vaguely gestured to the helicopter outside. Henry was thankful they couldn't see him and Charles.

Henry tapped his chin in thought. Then an idea came to him.

"Do you have a spare hat?"

The cargo hold's door opened. The wind and air whipped around Henry violently, he had to squint. Henry held up the decoy he put together, making sure Charles's signature hat and headset stayed on its head. 

Charles waited off to the side, his back pressed against the wall by the door, nodding at Henry.

Suddenly, he could hear Right's voice in his earpiece again.

"Henry! What happened there!? I couldn't reach you."

"It's fine! I just had to turn off my earpiece for a bit. I didn't want to give away my location."

Henry stepped forward, making sure he could be seen from the helicopter, he put handcuffs on the decoy, and held it so that it looked like he arrested Charles. 

"I'll meet you on the ground!" Henry yelled, and turned off his earpiece. He backed up towards Charles, who had a decoy of Henry ready with a parachute strapped to it. 

They quickly tied the decoy together, still making sure that it looked like Henry was holding Charles, they gave the fake Henry the earpiece. Finally, they worked together to throw the decoys off the ship. 

 

Charles held a remote in his palm, quietly counting to himself so he could time it right.

Henry watched as the helicopter flew downwards to follow their false counterparts. Charles pressed a button on his remote, and the decoys' parachute opened.

They closed the cargo door, and smiled at each other. That should hold them off for a bit.

Charles started laughing. "Oh, I wish I could see their faces when they realize what we did." He wiped a tear from his eye.

Henry chuckled a bit. "I bet it would be funny."

Charles wrapped an arm around Henry. "Hahah… I hope we have a lot more moments like these, Henry." 

Henry smiled softly. "Yeah, me too."

Suddenly, Henry remembered something. 

"Oh! Uh… since we're working together now, I should probably give this back to you." He reached into his coat and pulled out the file he had stolen earlier. 

He handed it to Charles, who upon seeing it, let out another laugh. 

"Oh, you little minx! I didn't even realize you stole this!" Charles seemed genuinely impressed. "You're good.." He said, his tone ever so slightly flirtatious. 

Henry gave a dismissive (and bashful) hand wave. "It was nothing." 

"You're trouble, aren't you?" Charles smirked.

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, and now you have to deal with it."

"Gladly."

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

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"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor. 

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you. 

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall. 

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud. 

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though. 

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself. 

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for. 

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts. 

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch. 

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours. 

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast. 

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing. 

So, yeah. 

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin. 

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting. 

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week. 

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role. 

You almost burst out laughing. 

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure. 

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking. 

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop. 

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table. 

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud. 

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table. 

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t. 

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression. 

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back. 

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh. 

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty. 

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness. 

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises. 

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never. 

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response. 

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually. 

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it. 

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it. 

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck. 

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you. 

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going. 

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue. 

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's. 

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss. 

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away. 

It started out with a kiss. 

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss. 

It was only a kiss. 

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it. 

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face." 

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over. 

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace. 

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his. 

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name." 

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip. 

"I doubt it," he purred. 

Yeah. 

Jungkook was right. 

Ah, well. 

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms. 

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips. 

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm. 

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand. 

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm. 

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name. 

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed. 

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him. 

Oh, fuck. 

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his. 

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered. 

Yours. 

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk. 

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin. 

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd. 

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick. 

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far. 

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl. 

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat. 

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do. 

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled. 

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you. 

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masterpost

[ilongfor-the-arts]

The Job Opportunity

Warnings: mentions of alcohol addiction, mild language

Summary: You think your career is saved when you are offered a job that pays insane amount of money. However, you discover it consists of much more than you originally thought.

Word Count: 4k

Series Masterpost

As the line indicating where to type flashed, I stared at my computer. I was experiencing the worst case of writer's block I'd ever had. I wondered how long I had been staring at the blank screen. Minutes? Hours? I needed to take a break. I shut the laptop and paced around my room. At this rate, I'd never get anything done. My phone rang, and I reached for it from the top of my desk. Crap. It was my client.

“Hey Brian. How are ya?”

“Y/N. I hate to rush you but you gotta get that article to me soon.”

“Yeah I know. I’ll try to finish it either today or tomorrow.”

I wasn't sure how I'd finish it in one to two days, but I'd have to give it a shot. I was in desperate need of money and needed this client.

“Okay. No more extension after that though. If you want to get paid it needs to be done sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah. I know. Sorry.”

I threw my phone on my bed and sighed deeply as I ran my fingers through my hair. I haven't been able to write anything for several weeks. There was no inspiration to be found in the bleak walls of my apartment. But rent was due soon, and I didn't have much of a choice. There was no way I could ask my parents for money, they had been struggling with money practically their entire life.

I put on my shoes and walked out onto New York's streets. I needed to clear my mind after staring at a blank screen on my computer for hours. The city smells strongly of smog, more than usual. It has always been my dream to live in a big city, but some days I wish I could be in the country where everything smelled good and I didn't have to live in constant fear of being robbed.

I had a streak of good fortune where I was writing for large corporations and my articles were making me a lot of money. I could even buy a house in a fairly rich neighborhood. It felt good to have money. It was a feeling I'd never had before. To be able to eat at a nice restaurant without worrying about the bill. To be able to splurge on myself every now and then and purchase something nice. All things I was forced to worry about when I was young. Not that I was complaining; my parents provided a good life for me and loved me unconditionally, which is more than some people can say. Now, I'm struggling to keep my apartment and don't have enough money for nice food or clothes. It’s amazing how fast things can change in such a short amount of time.

I look through the windows of the Gucci store which is just down the street from my house. I wish I could afford some of the lovely items I noticed through the window. I imagined myself living in Los Angeles and strolling down Rodeo Drive with ten bags on my arm. One day, when I'm not broke, I'll relocate to Los Angeles. I intend to write and publish my own books, as well as purchase a beachfront home. I am confident that one day I will achieve my dream. I'm still young, and I have a lot of time.

I took a long walk around the city, admiring the expensive stores from afar and occasionally resting on any bench I could find. It felt good to leave my apartment. The walls began to feel as if they were closing in on me. Until I came full circle and returned to my apartment.

I sat down at my desk and forced myself to write. I even kept my phone in the other room so there were no temptations. It definitely wasn’t my best writing, not by a long shot, but I hoped it was enough to earn me enough money to pay the rent. I sent it over to Brian, and waited for a response. About an hour later, I got a call back.

“It’s not bad, but it certainly isn’t great.”

I sighed deeply, plopping down on my bed.

“You used to be such a good writer. What happened?”

“I know. I’m really sorry I’ve just been feeling super burnt out. I need something actually interesting to write about. I need new inspiration, a new story.”

Brian was someone I'd known for a long time. We grew up next door to each other. I felt comfortable talking about almost anything with him.

“Look. I feel for you, Y/N. So I’ll pay you a little extra this time, but you’re going to have to get it together if you want to be successful.”

“I know, I know.”

With my pointer and middle finger, I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Have you been drinking?”

I shook my head.

“No. I’ve pretty much given that up.”

“Pretty much?”

“Well… I’ve had a few drinks.”

On the other end of the phone, I could hear Brian sigh.

“Y/N. You have to go completely clean otherwise one day the stress will become too much and you’ll spiral back down the rabbit hole-”

“I won’t.”

I interrupted him.

“Alright? I’m trying to slowly ease out of it.”

“You’ve been trying to ease out of it for the past two years Y/N.”

“Well I’m certainly not as bad as I used to be.”

“That’s true, but you’re not out of the woods yet. If you keep letting yourself indulge, all it’ll take is one little problem for you to reverse all your progress.”

“Okay. Okay. I got it. No more alcohol. I promise.”

I wasn't sure if I was making a false promise. I wanted to quit, but it was difficult for me. The more I resisted, the more appealing the taste of alcohol became.

“You can be a great writer Y/N. I know you can. You have serious talent. I can already picture you standing on the porch of your brand new beach house in California.”

“But?”

I questioned, because there was always a but.

“But you have to get it together. Take a week off and focus on yourself.”

I scoffed.

“I wish I had a week to take off. The money you’ll send me will pay for rent and some actually decent food. Then I’ll have to get right back to work to pay for next month’s rent and food.”

I leaned back on the mattress, my gaze fixed on the bleak ceiling.

I’m living paycheck to paycheck over here.”

“How about this. I’ll give you enough cash to pay for two months of rent and some extra for food-”

I interrupted him once more. I despised it when people took pity on me and felt obligated to give me money. It's already happened more than once to a few of my financially secure friends. I hated it. It made me feel as if I were a child.

“Brian you know I hate to ask for money.”

“You never asked. I’m offering it to you. Think of it like a friend helping a friend.”

I sighed.

“Okay. But this is the last time, alright? I want to be able to live off of my own money.”

“I know Y/N. You were doing great work for a while and then you just… fell off your rocker.”

“Yeah. Don’t remind me. I’m still trying to move past it.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Brian, on the other end of the phone, gasped loudly. My heart jumped slightly as a result of the sudden burst of noise.

“Oh! I almost forgot the main reason I called you!”

I sat up instantaneously.

“My buddy who works at Louboutin is desperate for someone to write an article. I gave him your information and he said he’d be more than happy to meet you.”

My eyes widened.

“Louboutin?! How much are they paying?”

“The job consists of a little more work than just writing an article. So they’d be willing to pay almost triple. I don’t know the exact figures, but he said they’d be willing to pay a lot of money for a good article.”

“More work? What do I have to do?”

“I’m not exactly sure. He’s in his office tomorrow so you two can discuss the specifics then.”

The offer seemed vague, but I was short on cash. This job could provide me with a living for a few months. That would give me plenty of time to finish my book.

“Alright. I’ll check it out.”

“Okay. Bye Y/N.”

“Bye.”

It would be fantastic to write for a brand as well-known as Louboutin. Not only would it most likely pay well, but it would also attain me notoriety. If it meant triple the pay, I would gladly put in a little extra work. I knew this was my big breakthrough. The smell of fresh seawater was already wafting through the open windows.

I was standing in front of a large office building on the city's affluent outskirts. I didn't have many nice clothes to wear, so I opted for something a little more semi formal. I really just went through my closet looking for something halfway decent that was also clean. I rode the elevator all the way to the fifteenth floor. After an extremely smooth ride, I exited the elevator. I wish my apartment building's elevator was as seamless as this one. The moment I reached the fifteenth floor, men and women in extremely expensive suits completely obscured my view.

Brian informed me that his office was directly next to the elevator. I pushed past a few people, muttering apologies, until I arrived at Mr. Adams' office. His office door was foggy glass surrounded by beautiful woodwork. Before entering, I knocked. The door opened smoothly on its hinges.

“Mr. Adams? I’m Y/N. Brian’s friend.”

Mr. Adams appeared to be the epitome of a successful businessman. Black hair with a clean cut that was pulled back using just the right amount of gel. The kind of suit that would look good in a magazine. A smile that would stun anyone he encountered.

“Ah Y/N. Nice to meet you. Please, sit down.”

He motioned his hand to a chair in front of his dark wood desk. I pulled the chair back before taking a seat. I smoothed my skirt, trying to appear as professional as possible.

“So. I hear you’re a writer.”

I nodded, flashing the biggest smile I could muster.

“Yes I am.”

Mr. Adams began to flip through a pile of papers on his desk.

“Brian sent me some of your work. It’s phenomenal.”

Brian must have sent him some of my early work. I hadn't written anything remotely decent in a long time.

“Thank you so much Mr. Adams.”

I placed a hand over my heart, trying to appear truly touched by his compliment.

“Please. Call me Nathan.”

Nathan pulled out a drawer directly in front of him and gingerly placed the paper into it. He pushed it back and folded his hands in front of him.

“So. The job. We’re willing to pay up to 75,000 dollars for a 2000 word article.”

My eyes widened involuntarily. 75,000? For only 2000 words? This had to be a joke.

“Sir. While I would love to be paid 75,000 for an article, that amount of money really isn’t necessary. I do have a degree in English so my rates are a bit higher than other writers. But I would typically only charge about 3,000 dollars for a 2,000 word article.”

Nathan raised his hand to silence me.

“We have pairs of shoes worth half what we’re offering you. All we have to do is sell a little extra to rich folk and then your salary will be paid. But, there’s more to this job than just writing an article. That’s why we’re willing to pay so much.”

Right. I had almost forgotten. The “extra work.” I couldn’t imagine what work would be so difficult that it would require me to be paid 72,000 dollars extra.

“What do I have to do?”

Nathan exhaled loudly.

“Are you familiar with Josh Kiszka?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Of course. He’s one of the biggest fashion designers in the world.”

Nathan pursed his lips.

“Yes. We have reason to believe there’s been shady business occurring at the Kiszka emporium. Your job is to find out what exactly that shady business is.”

I furrowed my eyebrows.

“You’re gonna pay me 75,000 dollars to investigate a hunch? That seems like a colossal waste of money.”

Nathan locked his gaze on mine, and I knew he was serious.

“This isn’t just a hunch. I can say with almost 100% confidence that there is something shady going on. Two years ago, no one even knew Josh Kiszka existed. Now, he’s one of the top clothing designers in the world. He sold more products than Gucci last year. You don’t get that far with hard work and determination.”

“So… you want me to spy?”

Nathan paused for a moment, staring at the ceiling and deep in thought.

“Well… not exactly. We just want you to pose as a reporter and use whatever means necessary to find out his dirty secrets.”

I chuckled. This guy was saying things I couldn't believe. He wanted me to go undercover and coax secrets out of a millionaire.

“With all due respect sir, that is the definition of spying.”

Nathan shrugged.

“That is precisely the reason we’re offering so much money to you. Discover his secrets, write an article about it, and let us publish it.”

“Sir, that can’t be legal… can it?”

Nathan leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and intertwining his hands in his lap.

“When you find out his dirty little secret, I bet you a million bucks the whole world will be focused on him rather than us.”

I wasn’t convinced. Nathan noticed my unsure expression and reassured me.

“Honey, we’re Louboutin. We’ll be able to pay off whatever minor lawsuits that kid throws at us.”

His voice was full of poison when he talked about Josh. He must really hate that guy.

“Why do you wanna destroy Josh Kiszka this badly? I mean, what has he ever done to you?”

In rage, Nathan slammed his fists on his desk. In sheer terror, I flinched, clutching the armrests of the chair.

“What has he done to me?!”

He was yelling while whispering to avoid causing a major commotion at work. However, I believe his efforts were futile because he practically rocked the entire room in his enraged state.

“He’s already taking major money from Gucci. Everybody loves his clothes! We just overheard he’s planning to release a new shoe line in the next six months. If that happens, we’ll suffer major financial loss as well.”

I didn't want to accept his offer, but I needed the money and this would be a great way to break out of my writing slump. But I needed to go a step further. 75,000 dollars suddenly didn't seem like enough money for spy work. I leaned back in my chair, attempting to appear as assured as possible when presenting my request.

“I’ll do it. But, I want an extra 100,000.”

Nathan was practically enraged, and he was about to protest when I raised my hand and cut him off.

“Let me explain. You want me to spy on a millionaire who most likely has guards watching his back at every corner. It won’t be an easy job. Not to mention, I’m not a spy so you’re asking me to explore completely new territory. You also used the phrase “whatever means possible.” If what you’re implying is that I have sex with him for secrets than I’ll definitley need higher pay. Also, you never mentioned how long I would have to spend trying to coax secrets out of him. If I have to devote months of my time to seducing a millionaire then more money is definitely necessary.”

I leaned forward in my chair.

“Plus, you could be leading me on a wild goose chase. I may be devoting months of my time for nothing. I want 175,000 dollars. That’s my final offer. Take it or leave it.”

Nathan shook his head and waved his hand through the air.

“No. We can’t afford to lose that kind of money.”

I shook my head and leaned back in my chair, staring menacingly.

“You said earlier that you sold pairs of shoes that were priced at half of 75,000. Half of 75,000 is about 37,500. 37,500 times five is 187,500. All you have to do is sell five pairs of shoes to desperate rich people and you’ll have my full salary paid off in no time.”

I could see the steam coming out of Nathan’s ears. I kept my cool as he scowled at me.

“Plus, I know you’re desperate. I’m probably your only option. So, take a moment to think about it before you deny me.”

Nathan was staring deeply into my eyes, hoping that I would break, but I stayed strong. He was asking me to do crazy things, so it was only fair that I asked for a crazy amount of money in return. I waited in silence, staring at him. He clenched his jaw before sighing deeply.

“Alright. 175,000.”

I smiled, purposely appearing proud of myself.

“Thank you very much.”

We both stood and shook hands.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

Nathan nodded and smiled, his lips pursed.

“Mr. Kiszka is going to be visiting his own store here in New York on Saturday. You will get to know him by posing as a reporter. We’ve hopefully secured a short interview between you two. Thankfully, we can utilize his cockiness. Be charming and his inflated ego will do the rest. Millionaires live with the thought they can score any girl that crosses their path. It’s just a fact.”

I nodded.

“Alright. I’ll try my best.”

We bid each other goodbye. I congratulated myself once I was out on the street. This was going to be a breeze. Nothing is more easily manipulated than a rich person who knows they're rich, especially if you're a pretty girl, in my experience. I'll just smile at him, give him a little charm, and then give him extra attention after we've had sex. I'm going to be his secret girlfriend. He'll give me complete access to his home, where I can look for clues whenever I want, and he'll be none the wiser.I'd get whatever he was keeping hidden. Then I'd ditch him. I'd vanish one day, leaving no trace. He'd be concerned, but he'd never think to look into it. That night, he could have another woman in his bed if he really wanted. There was no reason for him to pursue me. An anonymous writer will publish an article revealing everything a few weeks later.

It made me feel a little guilty when I realized I'd have to trick some guy into spilling his secrets, but I was getting paid too much money to care. I was planning to move to California as soon as possible. I'd be shopping on Rodeo Drive and sipping fine wine on my porch. The money I earned will be enough to keep me afloat and cover any expenses associated with the new book. I was ready for a new beginning. I was ready to be wealthy once more.

That night, I did some research on Josh. Standard information like where he was born, how many siblings he has, and his business history. Nathan was correct; his success seemed to come out of nowhere. I searched for many articles online, and a lot of writers said his success was due to his hardwork and dedication. I replayed Nathan’s words in my head.

“You don’t get that far that fast with just hardwork and determination.”

One thing that initially struck me the most was how incredibly handsome and young he was. He was about my age and already a multimillionaire. I looked through dozens of photos of him, admiring his good looks. He had the most beautiful face I'd ever seen and the finest head of hair. I hope he wasn't aware of how hot he was, because if he was, I might have to work a little harder to coax secrets from him.

I wasn't concerned. I'd finish this job in a month or so and then start writing my book. I'd be living in California in a year. My dream seemed millions of years away just a few days ago. It now appears to be a simple task. Thursday was the date. Waiting until Saturday would be difficult. I wanted to start right away, but I knew I needed to be patient. I had a few days to gather my thoughts and prepare. Then I'd be wooing one of the world's most well-known fashion designers. Then I'd be rewarded. Then I'd be on my way to California in no time. Gosh, I needed to get my brain off it. I tried, but I couldn't help it. My mind went over the schedule at least ten times more. Charm him, get paid, and relocate to California. Charm him, get paid, and relocate to California. It was simple. So simple.

I tried not to get my hopes up, but every time my thoughts wandered to Saturday, my heart raced with excitement. I only had a day before I had to start this job. A full 24-hour period. That was way too long. I wanted to do it right away. I needed to be paid right away. I took a deep breath, knowing that everything would be fine in due time. I should contact Brian.

I called Brian to inform him of the good news. He was initially concerned, concerned about the whole ethical aspect of it, but I reassured him that it would put me back on track for a good life. He backed down, wishing me luck and asking to be invited to my future beach house in California. Of course, I said yes and hung up the phone. I couldn't keep my excitement in check. 175 thousand dollars. Just thinking about having that kind of money made my mouth water. Brian would loan me enough money to cover a few months' rent, and I'd finish the job, get paid, write my book, and relocate to California. Oh my gosh, I was thinking about it again.

I gave up because it was my mind and I could think about my dreams whenever I wanted. I closed my eyes and imagined myself on the beaches of California, basking in the sun and listening to the gentle sound of the waves. I'd stay on the sand for as long as I could, then walk back to my house once I'd had my fill. Maybe I'll meet a hot surfer boyfriend. At the thought, I smiled at the empty room. My fantasies eventually wore me out. As the silence of my room engulfed me, I began to drift off.

For the first time in months, I didn’t have the desire to take a drink before bed.

[peachhcs]

Love Languages

Pairings Luke Patterson x reader

Summary Luke asks the reader what love languages are. 

Warnings none but fluff :)

Word Count 1.8k (short I know but I'm working on it)

I haven’t really written on Tumblr before so don’t judge too harshly because there’s some insanely talented people on here who might judge hahaha. (hopefully not though) I don't know what the boy’s love languages are so I kind of just assumed based off of what we saw but I did see somewhere that someone said Luke’s was touch so I just went with it. 

Gif is not mine so credit to the owner! I don’t know if anyone has done this idea before but I kind of like it because it popped into my head last night. Anyways, enjoy!! :) p.s. I sort of left this on a cliff hanger but idk if i’m going to continue it or not hahaha

PART 2

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You were seated peacefully on the couch as you worked away on your laptop while listening to Julie and the guys practice a few songs for this weekend’s upcoming gig. You always loved listening to them practice, they sounded like absolute angels and you would never get tired of listening to them. However, Luke thought you should be doing your homework somewhere else because he didn’t want them to be distracting to you but truthfully, you really didn’t mind. If you were being honest, it actually helped you focus and the music didn’t let your brain wander. 

You glanced up at the group after realizing they had stopped playing. Julie met your eyes with a warm smile, already reading your mind,

“We’re just taking a break. I got to catch up on some homework.” Julie explained to her best friend. You nodded in response, smiling slightly as she went back to work. The boys were talking amongst themselves over by the piano, using hushed voices so whatever they were talking about you or Julie couldn’t hear. 

By some weird magical notion, you were able to see the boys even when they weren’t playing like Julie could. They haven’t been able to figure out why yet, though. Why you could see the guys but their other best friend, Flynn, couldn’t. Or why Luke’s parents couldn’t see him either but you still could. It was all just one big mystery they were all still unravelling. They had a theory that it had something to do with their unfinished business and the connections they all shared with one another, but that was yet to be explored with you and the boys. Julie and the boys sort of figured out how they were connected, but they hadn’t gotten that far with you yet. 

Julie made an attempt one time to suggest that maybe it was because you were so close with Luke ever since you guys met, the connection just helped you see all of them, but you chose to deny that theory. Especially when Julie threw the word feelings into the mix. Julie knew all too well about your “little”crush on the lead guitarist. There was no doubt that she caught on to it right away when the pair first met and hit off right away. From there, she proceeded to question you about it once they went back to her room. Of course you denied, denied, denied, but after awhile you finally gave in and agreed to your best friend’s observation. Julie saw all the looks that you two exchanged and she knew very well about the boys talking about you here and there. It was just a matter of time until one of you finally broke and admitted your stupid feelings for one another.

“Hey..Y/n?” The cautious voice made you glance up from your computer, first looking at Julie thinking it was her who called your name but then turning your head to the boys who were glancing at you with quizzical looks. 

“Yeah?” You ask glancing at Luke since he was the one who spoke up. You watch as the boys exchange a glance with one another and you push your eyebrow up in confusion. You meet eyes with Julie for a moment who was now looking between the boys and you just as confused as you were. 

“We have a question.” 

“Well, Luke does, but we’re curious too.” Alex cut in before you could respond. You chuckle slightly at their visible nervousness about what they wanted to ask. 

“Okay, shoot.” You gave them your full attention, pushing your computer screen down and a small smile sat content on your lips. Julie also gave them her full attention too, because she was equally as curious as to what they could possibly be asking you.

“What..what does love languages mean? We heard you and Julie talking about it yesterday..” Luke’s asks softly. Oh. That was what they were asking..Your face goes a little red at the thought of them hearing your conversation yesterday since it started out as band schedule and then led into your crush per usual. You glanced to Julie for help who only shook her head with a quick shrug.

“They asked you, not me. Take it away, sister.” Julie laughed and your face went even redder. It wasn’t an inappropriate question or anything, you just didn’t really know how to describe it. Or because it meant talking about feelings and relationships which was something you didn't really want to get into with them, especially Luke. 

“Uhh.. well.. I guess it’s a certain way somebody likes to express their love for someone. There’s different types of love languages like um, touch, words, gifts, spending time with that person, and doing nice things I guess..” You trail off slightly while scratching the back of your head, feeling a little flustered. 

“What do you think my love language is?” Alex asks excitedly, not really to you but just to anyone who would answer him. 

“I see yours being affirming words or something like spending time with them. You always love it when someone compliments you and reassures you if you’re having too much anxiety about something.” Julie cuts in with a smile and Alex points to her to say she was correct. Julie chuckles and you do too. 

“Reggie, yours would definitely be gifts or like spending time with people. You always like to hang around Ray and stuff.” You say glancing at Reggie who smiles warmly at your statement. 

“What about me?” You met eyes with Luke who was softly looking at you. You avoided Julie’s burning gaze into your head and Alex and Reggie’s small smirks as they waited for you to answer. You flushed again, looking to Julie for help who only shrugged. They both knew you knew the answer, that was what you guys had been talking about yesterday. 

“I’m..I’m not really sure..” You lied and you hated the small hint of disappointment in Luke’s eyes. You quickly looked away and started to reopen your laptop.

“Hey, I’m hungry, I’m gonna grab some snacks. Y/n do you wanna come with?” Julie asks making an escape for you to avoid the now awkward tension in the room.

“Yeah. Yeah.” You were quickly nodding your head and jumping up from your laptop. You didn’t even wait for Julie as you made a beeline for the garage doors and pushed them open, hurrying up the pathway to Julie’s house. 

Julie exchanged a knowing glance with the boys, reading Alex and Reggie’s glances before following after you saying you’d be back in a minute. You were pacing around on the patio when Julie finally got to you. She raised her eyebrows slightly trying to read your thoughts. 

“Y/n, why did you lie? That could have been the perfect opportunity to tell him how you feel.” Julie says and you shoot her a small glare. 

“Julie, he doesn’t like me like that. I just didn't want to embarrass myself but I guess I embarrassed myself even more by saying nothing.” You admit, slowing your pacing to look Julie in the eye. She lets out a small laugh.

“I don’t think you embarrassed yourself. You were just flustered which is understandable, but I say go for it. You never know what can happen. The Y/n I know doesn’t back down from a challenge either.” Julie puts a comforting arm on your shoulder and you were thankful for it. You squeeze her hand in response.

“Thanks. I don’t know, I guess I’ve just never felt this way about someone before..” You trail off and Julie squeezes your shoulder even tighter,

“Look, I get it, it’s scary, but you can do it. Think of this as me encouraging you to talk to him like you did for me and Nick. Just go for it. Have some confidence.” Julie winked at you and you chuckle at her actions. 

“There’s the Y/n I know. Now come on, we still need to get snacks. I gotta make my lie somewhat believable.” Julie nudged your side before making her way inside as you followed after he with a laugh. 

The two of you walk back into the garage a few moments later where the boys met your glances. Luke was now moved onto your spot on the couch while Alex and Reggie hung around by the piano still. You rolled your eyes that Luke took your spot but at least he was gracious enough to move your computer. You walked over to him where he smirked as you made an attempt to move him out of the way. 

“Get out of my spot.” You tease trying to move Luke out of the way again but he didn’t budge and instead kept holding that smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes so you instead took a seat beside him and grabbed your laptop from the coffee table. 

“I’ll move if you tell me what you think my love language is.” Luke says and you quickly met his eyes. You glanced at Alex, Reggie, and Julie for a moment where they only shrugged. You huffed under her breath knowing you had no way out of this now. 

“I don’t know.” You say simply trying to get off of the topic but Luke kept pushing. He leaned in closer towards you and you could feel his breath on your neck. 

“I think you do..” Luke says and you meet his gaze again. You purse your lips together before glancing back at your computer for a moment. 

“Touch.” You say plainly and simply. You refused to meet Luke’s eyes as you furthered your answer, “I always noticing you touching Alex or Reggie in one way or another. Whether it’s something small or a hug or just a reason to touch them. It’s sweet.” You finish a small smile on your lips as you opened the tab you had been working on previously. A comfortable silence filled the room and you felt pretty content with your answer. It wasn't as bad or as embarrassing as you thought it would be. Luke was silent beside you and you were afraid to look at him so you just kept her gaze on your computer. 

You didn’t actually know if you could touch the boys, you just assumed you couldn’t because Julie was the only one with the real special powers. You had just been randomly gifted parts of them somehow. You all just walked around each other because the guys found it slightly weird to just walk through people they knew. Luke stared at you beside him and he wanted to at least try. If anything, his hand would just fall through like it did with everyone, so slowly and carefully, Luke reached out to turn your chin so you would look at him. The guys raised his eyebrow at his movements and then, he touched you. 

You felt his hand under your chin and you both did a double take. Luke quickly pulled his hand away in surprise that you actually felt that. The two of you exchanged a wondering and surprised glance. 

“We just touched..” 

[sunflowersoldat]

Man Out of Time Pt. 6

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: angst, mild language, mentions of death

Summary: Its time to get the stones back, but at what cost?

Word count: ~ 1600

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Main Materlist

Then you were in a quantum tunnel, focusing on not missing your exit point, it was coming up, wait for it… wait for it… now! You pressed the button to take you out of the quantum realm.

You landed with a thud in the streets of New York, there was debris and Chitari bodies everywhere, as you stood a strong hand yanked you backward, letting a Chitari whiz by nearly taking you out. You turned to see Steve, Tony, Scott and Banner-Hulk. Breathing heavily, you grabbed Steve’s hand squeezed it, “Thanks for that.”

“Of course, Sweetheart.” He nodded, turning to the team,

“Alright let’s go. Everyone follows my lead, Y/N go in the maintenance door, stay out of sight and make sure the cameras don’t see us. I will get the scepter, Tony and Scott will go after the tesseract, and Banner… smash.” Steve gave everyone their orders and took off in the direction of the tower.

When you arrived, you were able to steal a computer and access the mainframe with ease, erasing any proof of the team ever being here. Tony’s voice broke through your headset,

“Ugh Mr. Rogers I almost forgot that that suit did nothing for your ass.”

Steve sighed, “No one asked you to look Tony.”

“I think you look great Cap. As far as I’m concerned that’s America’s Ass”

You rolled your eyes; you could practically hear Scott fawning over Steve. “Alright gentlemen a little less chatter a little more stealing stones please.”

“Aw come on Y/N you gotta admit it’s a nice ass.” Scott pleas over the comms,

“Just worry about your mission Scott.”

You continue to watch the cameras and stop one when you see Steve fighting… Himself? “Rogers! What the hell?” you bark over the comms, “What happened to don’t get caught?!” you scold,

“Had to improvise Y/N. I got the scepter didn’t I, heading back to the rendezvous point.”

You rolled your eyes, packing up the computer and turning off your comms. You caught up to Steve,

“That is America’s Ass.” You joke as you lightly smack his suit clad ass.

He stopped walking and glared at you, but you couldn’t help but giggle,

“What? It’s a nice ass.” You smiled lightly making him chuckle,

“Come on Sweetheart. Tony and Scott have been oddly quiet.”

You walk the rest of the way in silence, as you approach the rendezvous point both Tony and Scott have their heads in their hands, but you can’t see the Tesseract anywhere, and dread fills your whole body.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

Scott sighs and they start to argue, you walk away trying to calm yourself, this is not happening how could they have blown it. You turn around to say something but see Scott take the scepter and disappear, you assumed he went back to the present,

“What’s going on?”

Steve and Tony look to you, “Change of plans we need to make a pit stop, grab the Tesseract and refuel, then we will head home.”

You start to shake your head, Steve grabs your hand, “Trust us Sweetheart.”

You are reluctant, but slowly you nod your head and type in the new exit point for quantum travel,

“Stick close.” Steve whispers squeezing your hand.

You were in and out of the quantum tunnel in what felt like mere seconds, you landed in what looked to be a military installment, very much out of your element here, you quietly followed Tony and Steve’s lead for now. In the elevator a lady started asking questions, you could tell she knew you three didn’t belong, you needed to get in and get out quickly. When the doors opened you followed Steve to get the Pym Particles, and Tony went to find the Tesseract. Steve had to get Hank Pym out of his lab somehow, so he called the lab pretending to be part of the shipping department with a package gone wrong.

“You know you are devious; I like the idea though, Captain America with a dark side, sounds kinky.”

When Steve hung up the phone, he scrunched his eyebrows at you and pulled you into the lab. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your mind, and then you say something like that, and I remind myself that it is probably terrifying in there.”

You smirk, picking up and setting down test tubes and lab tools, “Will you stop touching things, you don’t know what that stuff is.” He hissed.

“You know exactly what goes on in my mind Rogers.” You wink biting your lower lip.

Taking a deep, steadying breath Steve turned around, grabbing the Pym Particles and your arm, starting to lead you out of the lab, but you pull him back, crushing your lips to his, pressing him into the wall, before pulling away.

You feel him melt into you, body relaxing, hands tracing up your sides to rest on your waist. “Calm down Cap, this is gonna work.” A moan leaving his lips has you asking yourself if you had time to go farther, but you shook your head, finish the mission first, get laid later. Besides the two of you had a lot to talk about still.

You peck his lips again before you grab his hand and lead him out of the lab. You both moved down the hallway, keeping your heads down, the same woman from the elevator rounded the corner, Steve ducked into a random office pulling you in with him, closing the door and shoving you against the wall, your bodies flush.

“Are those the Pym Particles in your pants Rogers or are you just happy to see me?”

Steve sighed and looked down on you, man this military disguise was definitely doing things to you. You reached up lacing your hand around the back of his neck, rising to your tiptoes to kiss him, when something catches your eye, you stop.

“Steve. It’s you.” You whispered,

“Um yeah Sweetheart, it’s me, the particles are in my hand.”

You slap his chest, damn, “No on the desk,”

You turn his head so he can get a look at what you are seeing. His eyes narrow on the picture frame sitting alone on the desk, it was him, but it wasn’t at the same time. The picture was from the military academy, before the serum, he picked it up examining it, you watched him carefully. His movements were calculated and slow, there was a voice on the other side of the window across the office, as Tony’s voice broke through the comms, pulling your attention from Steve,

“Guys I’ve got the package lets….” His voice is cut off, you can hear another person with him. Shit.

“Steve… Steve!” you hiss, looking past him, then you see her; Peggy.

Your heart sinks. Panic settles in your stomach, as you grab at Steve’s arm to pull him out with you, but the he rips himself from your grasp. The action stuns you for a moment, before you grab his arm again and yank him from the office,

“We gotta go now.”

You walk down the hallway, your emotions clearly getting the better of you, the way he looked at her engrained into your mind, you couldn’t stop your heart from breaking. You and Steve didn’t talk the entire way back to the surface, you didn’t even touch him, keeping your eyes trained ahead. When Tony finally caught up with you, he could feel the tension.

“Everything okay?” he asked cautiously.

You nodded looking away, but Steve just handed you both the Pym Particles you needed, and you were on your way back the compound in the present. When you arrived back, everyone else arrived with you, everyone except Natasha. You were knelt down, your heart thundering in your chest, chest tightening,

“Where’s Nat?!” Steve asked.

When Clint finally finished telling you what had happened, you turned to Steve,

“Whatever it takes huh?” you snapped, then you were gone, you could hear Tony and Scott yell for you, but you need to go, anywhere but here, anywhere but near him. You were hurt, you shouldn’t have snapped at him, it wasn’t his fault Natasha was gone. But everything you felt right now was overshadowed by the pain in you breaking heart.

You made it outside before you broke down. Fuck this mission, fuck it all. Everything came with a price. Poor Nat, you couldn’t believe she was gone, you had done a lap around the compound and noticed everyone down on the dock by the lake and made your way there. They were talking about Nat and how if they used the stones they could bring her back, everyone started arguing,

“It should have been me.” You heard Clint through everyone else.

“Enough!” your voice like a knife through everyone else’s. Everyone quietly looked your way, “Nat knew what she was doing, she sacrificed herself for this mission, the least we could do is see it through. I don’t like it any more than the rest of you, but we all knew there was a possibility that some of us wouldn’t make it.”

You swallowed. “Now, lets get in there and bring everyone back. For Natasha.”

“For Natasha.” Steve repeated after you, giving you a soft look, you looked away, next was Tony, then Thor and Bruce, and the rest of the team. Tony stood heading back to the compound and everyone followed…

“F.R.I.D.A.Y activate Barndoor Protocol.” Tony ordered, Bruce had the Gauntlet on his hand getting ready to snap, you moved closer to Tony, a subtle movement, but Steve noticed. It happened quicker than you had time to react, Banner snapped, then an explosion, and everything went dark…

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Training Day

AMHL – Masterlist

WARNINGS: PTSD, domestic violence & abuse, panic attack, anxiety 

“I feel like you’re torturing me now,” Y/N groaned as she put the bar back down on the bench press.

Dick chuckled. “You gotta gain some strength before I teach you, otherwise you’re just going to hurt yourself.”

“You callin’ me fat, Grayson?”

His eyes grew three sizes and his jaw dropped in shock. “No, no, no, no, no. I would never!”

Then he jumped into a tangent about how beautiful he was and he loved her for how she looked and never wanted her to change, unless that’s what she wanted. And it went on and on and on.

Y/N finally took pity on him and started laughing.

“Dick, I’m just fucking with you.”

He pointed an accusatory finger at her. “That was cruel.”

But she only laughed more.

“10 pushups for that,” he demanded.

Her jaw dropped. “Noooo!”

“Yeah. Come on.”

She did as he instructed, knowing she did kind of deserve it.

Afterward, he led her to the training mats. They had done weight training for about 30 minutes or so, and Dick insisted that was going to be a big part of all this. He was right: some of the self-defense moves would only hurt her if she didn’t prep her body.

But when Dick turned to find Y/N standing at the ready on the other side, his tough-love coaching style disappeared.

She looked so small and fragile, clearly nervous for the actual fight training.

Sometimes Dick forgot that Y/N wasn’t like his family or his teammates. She didn’t graduate from field work to sitting behind a computer. Hacking and computer science was her first and only exposure to this life.

“What?” She asked.

“Nothing. You just…look nervous.”

“I am,” she admitted.

With that, Dick walked across the mat and planted a kiss on her lips.

He stepped back with a smile, “Ready?”

She beamed at him and nodded.

For the next half hour or so, Dick taught Y/N all the basics of self defense: how to get out of holds, where to hit an attacker for the most impact, and how to prevent herself from getting injured in the process.

“Things are going to be quicker in real life. You’re going to have to get over the feeling of panic and calm yourself down enough to properly react,” Dick explained.

Y/N nodded with her back to him as she returned to her spot on the other side of the training mats.

But she didn’t reach it before Dick surprised her with a chokehold from behind her.

Before now, Dick had been walking her through moves step by step. But he clearly was trying to prove the point that she would most likely not be expecting these attacks. And he wanted her to get used to reacting to the surprise of it all.

Except…Dick didn’t think this training tactic completely through.

Dick hadn’t taken into account that his student and girlfriend was also a victim of domestic violence.

Since she first escaped from underneath her parents’ roof, Y/N’s had improved a lot when it came to treating and handling her PTSD.

It used to be so much worse.

Loud noises would throw her into panic attacks. People just lightly touching her without her expecting it made her jump feet away. Anytime she got a whiff of alcohol that smelled even a little bit similar to her father’s preferred brand could set her off.

Over the years, it got better.

Therapy helped. Dick helped – his whole family had helped.

But Y/N knew it would always be there, waiting inside her.

And in this moment, it decided to reveal itself once again.

Y/N’s vision blurred. All she could hear was her heartbeat making its way to her ears.

It wasn’t until her entire body was trembling that Dick realized something was wrong.

He let go.

But before he even completely let go, Y/N dodged away so quickly that she almost tripped over her own feet.

She whipped around, eyes so wide. Like a deer facing a hunter, fully aware it was about to be slaughtered.  

And Dick realized how much he just fucked up.  

Without even realizing what she was doing, Y/N slowly lowered herself to the ground, not trusting that her knees to not give out at any moment.

“Y/N,” Dick whispered desperately.

It was hearing how sorry he was already that made Y/N’s eyes fill with tears.

As soon as she was shakily lowered to the ground, she hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face in them.

“Can we stop?” She begged, as if she had no choice and Dick had complete control.

Her voice and sob was muffled by her knees.

“Yes, we’re stopping,” Dick immediately answered with a clear voice. "You’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

But Y/N only nodded, not helping to convince Dick that his words comforted her in the slightest. 

Her entire body was trembling as she continued to squeeze her knees as tightly as she could.

Dick kneeled but didn’t move any closer to her.

“Can I…Please…Can I touch you?” He whispered.

But she shook her head.

Not because she didn’t want him to, but because she felt like she had no control over her body right now. And she had no idea how it was going to react to being touched again. 

And she was already mortified and confused and terrified.

“OK,” Dick sighed as he lowered himself to the mat as well. “I’m just going to sit here. OK? I’m not going to get anywhere near you.”

Y/N didn’t respond. But her body was still clearly trembling.

“Can you just breath for me?” Dick asked softly. "Deep breaths in, slow breaths out.”

She still doesn’t respond. But he can hear her trying to do as he asked.

Dick didn’t think he should say any more, worried that his talking was just making the whole situation worse. But then he remembered a tactic Bruce had taught him to console victims who were going into shock or scared of them.

“Can you count backwards from 100 with me?” He then asked.

“What?” She sputtered out, confusedly.

But it was good that she was clearly able to even process that he was talking to her.

“Countdown from 100,” he repeated gently. “100, 99, 98,” he started.

She eventually joined in.

When they reached 1, Y/N went quiet again.

It seemed to have worked. 

After a few minutes, Y/N finally stood up.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry,” she whispered quickly, but it was so quiet that Dick almost didn’t catch it.

The next second, she rushed out of the cave.

Now that her PTSD had calmed down, she was clearly embarrassed.

“Y/N! Wait!” Dick called after her in a panic and jogged after her.

When they got to the main part of the manor and Y/N reached the stairs to go to the second floor, she had flown past a very confused and concerned Bruce Wayne.

Dick paused when Y/N sprinted up the stairs with her eyes blood shot and cheeks tear stained.

“What did you do, Dick?” Bruce grunted, not even considering that it could also possibly be Y/N’s fault.

Dick sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “I was showing her some self-defense…and I…I trigged her PTSD and she had a panic attack.”

“You need to be more careful,” Bruce reprimanded.

“I know, I know. It was stupid.” Dick already knew he messed up.

Bruce remained disappointed by Dick’s mistake.

“I’m going to go check on her,” Dick mumbled and passed Bruce with his head hung.

Dick returned to his childhood room, the one they always stayed in while visiting. 

The shower was already running.

He figured he should give her some time to herself and not rush into the bathroom.

Y/N was most likely crying and wanted to hide it from him. Even though she already realized Dick would know that’s exactly what she was doing.

10 minutes later, Y/N came out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam and a white towel wrapped tightly around her.

Dick’s heart broke even more when he saw her red, bloodshot eyes.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, desperate for her forgiveness.

He should’ve realized that certain things in typical self-defense training could trigger her.

Bruce had taught him to always expect the unexpected. And Y/N’s PTSD should’ve be expected while he put her under such a tense and rigorous circumstance.

Y/N hung her head in shame. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Dick.”

Her voice was so small, so vulnerable. Dick had to hold his breath to hear it.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he insisted and he slowly stood up from the edge of the bed.

Dick wanted to go to her, but he was so scared of making things worse.

“Will you please come here?” He finally asked in a whisper.

She practically tiptoed to her boyfriend, while she held her towel tightly to her body as if it were some kind of armor.

As soon as Y/N was a few inches away, Dick gently tugged her onto his lap.

He was a very tactile man, and not being able to give her physical comfort was slowly killing him. And he felt utterly useless to help her.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed or sorry. I knew better than to surprise you like that. I was an idiot. What happened was my fault, OK?”

She nodded slowly.

Eventually his words would get through to her.

“Can you still train me?”

Y/N finally shocked Dick with her question.

“Of course, Y/N. Let’s just take it slower next time. I promise to be more careful.”

She nodded quickly, fully believing him and trusting him.

Now he put his arms around her, holding her to him tightly.

Dick had always been protective over her. But when she showed signs of being triggered, he went full mama bear on her. But that was also Dick as a person. He was so caring of everyone in his life. He was a big brother, a leader, a stand-in father sometimes even. 

But it often led to Y/N’s guilt when Dick felt the need to treat her like a piece of glass. But sometimes…she was. And that was OK.

“Wanna get to sleep?” He muttered into her hair.

She nodded again.

Dick carefully moved her from his lap and placed her on the bed before he stood.

Y/N watched with love in her eyes as Dick moved around the room and grabbed some of his clothes to give to her to sleep in.

What had she done to deserve him?

“I’ll give you a minute,” Dick told her as he handed the clothes to her. 

Not that he hadn’t seen her naked hundreds of times before. He was just treading carefully now. 

“Want some tea?” He asked as he walked to the door. 

“Sure,” she agreed quietly.

When Dick returned with two cups of tea, Y/N was already underneath the covers of their bed.

Dick watched Y/N as she took her first sip.

“You want to talk about it?” He was ever so careful in his tone, making sure it was obvious that Y/N didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to.

“There’s not much to tell,” she admitted with a shrug.

“That’s alright though.”

Y/N sighed. “As fucked up as it sounds, I sometimes forget about all the things he used to do to me.” 

She chuckled darkly, “Guess that’s repression for ya.”

Dick winced slightly.

“He used to grab me by the throat. Constantly. Because he hated whenever I tried to talk back or fight him with words. So he made sure I couldn’t talk at all. It was all about control.”

Despite being trigged and having a panic attack earlier, Y/N talked about her tragic past without any emotion, and it sounded so casually. She was numb to the memories, but the scars manifested themselves in different ways now – and that was proven today.

Y/N looked up when Dick hadn’t said anything.

She was taken aback by how he looked as if he was going to be sick.

“I’m fine, Dick. Really.” She insisted as she cupped his cheek.

It hurt Dick to hear these things more than it hurt Y/N now. 

“You were dealing with your past all by yourself long before you met me,” Dick answered. “But I just need you to know I’m never going to let anything like that ever happen to you again.”

He took in a shaky breath. “Even if – fuck – even if something happened between us, and we weren’t together…I’d still keep you safe. Do you understand?”

Y/N smiled.

Oh, Dick. His gentleness never stopped amazing her.

“I know that, Dick. I’ve always known that.”

Before he could answer, she added, “Now enough talking. Can you just cuddle me now?”

Dick laughed at her demanding and teasing tone.

“Get over here,” he pulled her into his chest.

Soon his grasp was so soothing to Y/N’s body that she reached the ultimate level of relaxation, especially after being drained from her earlier panic.

Y/N felt Dick kiss the top of her head before she fell asleep in his arms.

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