#she couldn’t handle how funny mr. amazing is

[fastandcarlos]

Boss’ Daughter » Oscar Piastri

summary: despite being the daughter of mclaren ceo zak brown, f1 has never been an interest of yours. however, oscar is sure that he change your mind

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ynbrown: thought I’d finally come and see what all the papaya hype is about after all these years 🧡🧡

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mclarenracing: it was nice to finally welcome you to the mtc yn 🧡

username1: how has it taken you this long to go to mclaren 😂

username2: how does it feel to have the world’s coolest dad??

username3: I hope you see why papaya is all the hype now

zbrownceo: see you in budapest at the weekend?? ✈️

ynbrown: @/zbrownceo you might’ve just convinced me…

username4: omg I want that jacket asap 🤯

landonorris: it was lovely to finally meet you after all these years 😀

ynbrown: @/landonorris at least I see why dad says you’re such a funny driver now 😂

username5: not zak singing the praises of his drivers to his daughter

username6: I wanna know what he says about oscar 😭

username7: secretly wishing that I could also be adopted by the brown family now to meet lando norris

oscarpiastri: don’t tell your dad, but you’re so much funnier than him 🤫

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri secret is safe with me 🤭🤭🤭

username8: I can’t deal with all these interactions ahhh

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ynbrown: turns out f1 is actually pretty cool, first race weekend pending…✅

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username9: I can’t believe you’re actually going to a race 🥺

oscarpiastri: that’s a pretty cool hat that you’ve got yourself there…

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri it’s amazing what you can find in lost property 😂

username10: the boss’ daughter really doesn’t care lmao 😂

username11: how has it taken you this long to fall in love with f1??

mclarenracing: dare we say team papaya has got themselves a new fan? 🧡

username12: she’s not just gone, she’s up close and personal with it all too 😭

landonorris: I hope this isn’t your way of saying you prefer osc to me 🤔

ynbrown: @/landonorris I could never have favourites 👼

username13: petition for mclaren to bring yn to every race forever starting now!!

username14: I love the fact yn actually has taken the time to get to know oscar and lando too ☺️

danielricciardo: I’m sure there’s still a number three hat around in that garage if you want to support a proper driver 😂

ynbrown: @/danielricciardo add one more and you’re talking my kind of driver number 🧡

username15: yn’s so clued up she knows their driver numbers too 🥺

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mclarenracing: oscar handling the pressure of showing the boss’ daughter round the paddock like a pro 🏎️🧡

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username16: why does it feel like this should be titled oscar flirting with the boss’ daughter instead 🤔

zbrownceo: last time I checked that wasn’t in his schedule for this weekend…

username17: not oscar personally offering to show yn around 🤯

username18: it’s only two photos but they look like they get on well ☺️

landonorris: just like to point out that I did offer to take yn around for a tour too 😂😂

ynbrown: @/landonorris only one of you came through on your promise though 🤨

username19: that’s one way to get yourself a forever contract at mclaren 👏🏻

username20: are we all just gonna ignore the way that yn looks at him 🥺

ynbrown: best tour guide ever 🏆🏎️

username21: how much do I have to pay to get a personal tour from oscar too? 💰

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oscarpiastri: life recently has been pretty zesty 🌅☺️

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username22: whose making you smile that wide mr piastri?

alex_albon: standby ladies and gents as piastri enters his boyfriend era 🎉

username23: has THE oscar piastri finally got himself a girlfriend? 😭😭

charles_leclerc: nice to see you’ve listened to the tips your brother gave you 😂

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc ofc I couldn’t have found a girl without your flirting tips 🙄

username24: not charles taking the credit for setting oscar up 🤦🏻‍♂️

danielricciardo: proud dad moment watching my son grow up 🤧

username25: I just want to know whose the lucky girl that gets to go on a date with oscar piastri 😂

landonorris: so this was your idea of busy when I offered to hang out tonight

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris sorry you’re so far down my list of priorities 🤨

username26: secretly it’s me sat at the other end of that table btw 😂

username27: I had not prepared myself for oscar springing a relationship onto us like that 😭

ynbrown: that’s a pretty stunning beach you’ve found yourself at 🌅

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown wonder who could’ve recommend it to me…🤔

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ynusername: perks of being the future ceo means you can get all the dodgy angles of the drivers 😂🧡

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username28: you cannot tell me that these two people are just friends wtf

zbrownceo: remember the days when you had no interest in f1, now look at you 🧡🏎️

ynbrown: @/zbrownceo I just pretend to like it to be one of the cool kids 😂

username29: thank you yn for exposing oscar like this 😂

username30: the smile of such an unbothered man ☺️☺️

oscarpiastri: I’d get the sack if I showed some of the photos that I have of you ffs

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri perks of the job 👑

username31: I can’t imagine you can exactly tell the boss’ daughter to go away hahah

landonorris: suddenly I don’t mind being your second favourite mclaren driver if this is how you treat your first 😂

username32: why am I so invested in these two, they have no idea who I am 😂

mclarenracing: yn stop stealing admins job pls 🫶🏻

username33: I refuse to accept that anything other than a relationship is happening here!!

alex_albon: you might be a candidate for worst boss ever yn!

ynbrown: @/alex_albon it’s a title I’ll wear proudly ☺️

username34: oscar follows yn around everywhere, he’s definitely chasing her 😂😂

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f1gossip: several sources have shown oscar piastri getting particularly close to a female in the paddock. whilst our photos do not show a face, several eager eyed fans have been pointing the finger towards ceo zak brown’s daughter yn who seems to have struck up quite the friendship with the aussie…

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username37: imagine being so hot that you manage to date the boss’ daughter

username38: can we just talk about how awesome zak would be as a father in law too please 😂

username39: oscar, zak and yn is a trio I absolutely need in my life 🙌🏻

username40: ngl oscar doesn’t seem to be able to keep his hands off of yn these days

username41: there is no one in this world who actually believes that isn’t yn btw 😂

username42: clearly whatever charles has been teaching oscar to do has paid off!!

username43: his smile just seems to get bigger and bigger every time they’re photographed together 🥺

username44: I’ve not been this obsessed over two people for such a long time

username45: thank you yn for making our little pookie happy 🫶🏻

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oscarpiastri: young driver of the year award with perfect company to finish the evening perfectly 🧡🏆

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charles_leclerc: when do I get to meet my future sister in law??

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc I’m keeping you away for as long as I possibly can 😂

username46: look at my two favourite people 🩷🩷🩷🩷

alex_albon: I mean there was no doubt that you were gonna win tonight anyway 😂

username47: oscar piastri you scrub up very well sir 🔥🔥

aussiegrit: well done oscar! doing australia proud 🇦🇺

username48: which is the more impressive trophy, yn or the title??

georgerussell63: congrats my friend - looking forward to battling again next year!

ynbrown: could not be prouder of you, your hard work is admirable 💕💕

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown thanks for being my hot date for the night 🥰

username49: oscar has fully converted yn into an f1 fan now 😂

landonorris: congrats osc, best team mate ever 🧡🧡

username50: osc 😭😭😭😭😭

username51: mclaren just seems like the most amazing place to work ever

mclarenracing: we are so incredibly proud of you, what an amazing season oscar 🧡🏎️

oscarpiastri: @/mclarenracing couldn’t have done it without my incredible team!

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landonorris: I call this thread the faces of a man who has just had to admit to his boss that he is in fact dating his daughter 😂😂😂

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username52: turns out lando loves to expose oscar as much as yn does too 😂

ynbrown: he’s not even that scary, you wait until he finds out we’re sleeping together 😂

username53: I’d love to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation!!

carlossainz55: posts like these always remind me how much nicer my days are without you constantly annoying me anymore

danielricciardo: about time you started bullying a different aussie anyway 😂

username54: we all know how much zak loves oscar, I bet he was thrilled!

oscarpiastri: thank you for throwing me underneath the bus once again 🙄

username55: can just imagine zak trying his best to be an intimidating dad but he’s too soft for oscar 😂

georgerussell63: you’re the worst team mate ever sometimes hahah

username56: poor baby 😭

username57: as if yn will let her dad give oscar a hard time anyway!

zbrownceo: stop treating me future son in law like this norris 😡

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oscarpiastri: turns out dating the boss’ daughter is a pretty cool job after all 🧡🥺

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username58: officially my new favourite post in the world 😭

ynbrown: dating a driver for my dad is a pretty cool thing too btw 💕🥺

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown adore you!! 🫶🏻

username59: ahhhhh this makes me so happy

maxverstappen1: looking forward to seeing you at mclaren for the rest of your career now 😂

username60: thank you yn for making the decision to go and visit the mtc all those months ago 🙏🏻

pierregasly: mate you must have some serious game to pull the boss’ daughter!!

username61: thank you for not leaving us waiting forever and a day for confirmation 😂

landonorris: well this is just a little bit exciting…🥺

username62: still bitter that I’m not the ceo’s daughter and dating my favourite driver

carlossainz55: luckily for you your dating the daughter of one of the best bosses in f1 🧡

username63: yn really does have it all now doesn’t she 😝

charles_leclerc: I’m still waiting to be introduced 😂

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc keep on waiting 😘

zbrownceo: I’ve still got my eye on you piastri 😂🧡

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[ecargmura]

Dog Signal Episode 14 Review - Grieving Over A Loved One

Wow, that was quite an emotional episode. I did NOT expect it to get this heavy; it came out of left field and smacked me in the face so that it’d make me cry. You know what? I did shed tears watching this episode. Despite that, it was a really good one.

Niwa and Miyu get their first male client in Mr. Kato who is worried about his son’s Golden Retriever Rocky who hasn’t moved from his deceased son Takehiro’s shrine for over a year. He’s worried about how he didn’t move and is even urinating in unwanted areas because of it. When Niwa and Miyu go check him out, it turns out that his muscles have atrophied a lot, his paws because a reddish-brown hue due to licking and his elbows have calluses from excessive laying. It’s not a good sign for the dog to be in, especially since he’s getting up to the years—the dog is 11 years old. It turns out that the problem lies in his wife, Mrs. Kato who believes Rocky is mourning Takehiro’s death and refuses to let him leave the shrine. Fortunately, the dog is able to recover quickly because he was well-trained and easy to handle.

First off, I feel so bad for the Kato family. They had a son but he died right before he went to college, meaning he was 18 when he died. He was still at the prime of his youth. I’m sure the parents are devastated that their son was taken away from them so early. Takehiro had dreams and aspirations, but misfortunate came to him. It’s so sad to see parents lose their child. I pity Mrs. Kato for not being able to mourn for her son properly. It must be really hard to lose someone you just saw yesterday and realize that they aren’t coming back anymore. Because she couldn’t mourn properly, she projected her grief onto Rocky who was just sitting next to her in order to help alleviate her emotions. Because she believed Rocky was the one who was mourning and not her, she could move on, but she wasn’t truly moving on. I know that what Mrs. Kato was doing was technically abuse, but I can’t really bring myself to hate her because she was and is in a pitiful situation. Fortunately, she still has Rocky and her husband who have moved on from his death.

I also like that this case is a bit of a parallel with Niwa’s past in a way, as Miyu noticed. Niwa lost his dad, dog and seems to be distant from his mother. In Mrs. Kato’s case, she lost her son, but she still has her dog and husband who seems to be in good terms with. Despite that, Niwa has moved on, but the pain of losing his dog is still there. His stern face is because he’s holding back his tears. That’s rather funny, but also sadly cute in a way. I love how Miyu’s trying be understanding towards the case due to Niwa’s past and he’s also learning about cases like this. There is valuable information in this episode: dogs have short and long term memory. Dogs have good memory, but Niwa actually lied to Mrs. Kato in order to give her a wakeup call. An example of good memory is Rocky looking at Mrs. Kato’s behavior and going back to his spot. I love that Miyu ponders about a dog’s memories and hopes that Singe will have him in his memories for a long time. That’s so sweet. I really love it when Miyu’s thoughts are voiced out in the end; it’s like he’s writing a diary of his experience.

I’m always amazed by the voice actor casting for the minor characters. Mr. Kato is voiced by Kentaro Ito, who is known for voicing Renji Abarai from Bleach and Chouji from Naruto. Mrs. Kato is voiced by THE Nana Mizuki. Anime fans might recognize her for numerous roles like Hinata Hyuga from Naruto and Utau Hoshino from Shugo Chara. She’s also a prolific singer. If you’re familiar with the song Discotheque, she’s the singer. It’s crazy how they got three members of the Uzumaki family in this show already; we got Minato Namikaze as Niwa’s dad, Naruto Uzumaki as Ms. Kadota from Episode 8 and now Hinata in this episode. It’d be hilarious if Kushina, Boruto, Himawari and Kawaii’s voice actors make an appearance in later episodes, but I doubt it.

I love that the lesson for this episode is to not impose your own personal feelings onto your pets because they do not comprehend them. People do have a tendency to try and humanize their pets. Niwa’s lecture really hit home. I should be a bit more careful when it comes to understanding my dogs now. I can’t wait to see what next week has in store because this anime is so comforting and beautiful with life lessons revolving around pets. If you have seen this episode, what are your thoughts?

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Dr. Two Brains was surprised seeing his siblings come here. He was sure everyone was still trying to recover and that no one had called them yet. Two Brains sobered up as he tried to speak to his siblings. “Dad’s fine…physically speaking. Mental wise, he’s not okay….none of us are really.” Dr. Two Brains muttered that part. “How did you two know to come by here?” Emily answered her brother’s question. “Mrs. Botsford told me that Tim called her and said it looked like you guys were just attacked. I called Victor and left him a message. Both of us raced over here as soon as we could to find out what happened and make sure everyone was okay.” Emily then spoke in a gentler tone as she could tell her bother was clearly distressed over something important. “Could you tell us what happened exactly?” Emily asked. Two Brains let out a sniffle before deciding to reply. “Well first Becky became Wordgirl and got out because she heard trouble and instinctually went into hero mode. Maddrix went after her and Jenkins and I went after him leaving the others here. Tim left sometime after that to cook a casserole because Sunshine asked him too. While we were out Moran and Athena snuck in and tranquilized everyone.” Two Brains took a deep breath as he tried to steadily explain things to his siblings. “We aren’t sure yet how they found out where dad, Steven, Becky, Bob, and Maddrix were staying. I have some theories that I will get to looking at later when my council is fully able to work.” Jenkins let out a small mirthful smile. He always found it a bit funny how Two Brains would usually refer to him and the four as the mad scientist’s council. “I think Bob and the mice pups we just found distracted Moran and Athena long enough until Jenkins and I got back with Becky and Maddrix. I’m very impressed how they handled themselves against the two.” Dr. Two Brains couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the memory of Athena and Moran being covered with ketchup and mustard. HIs face then became solemn as he continued. “When we got back and saw Moran and Athena there and everyone else knocked out, Moran aimed a ray at me. I was a deadly looking ray that would have greatly injured me or worse if I got hit with it…but I didn’t get hit. Matthew jumped in the way just as Moran fired. He took the full blast. He shielded me with his body. Pops saved me.” Dr. Two Brains eyes widened a bit as he called Maddrix pops like before the massacre. He didn’t meant to. It had just come out. Dr. Two Brains voice choked a bit as he finished explaining what happened to his siblings. “Dad woke up and saw what Moran did to Maddrix. He was really enraged. He took a meat tenderizer I had in the kitchen and jumped onto Moran. Dad used the meat tenderizer to repeatedly bash Moran’s head in until he stopped breathing.” Two Brains had a far off look as he finished speaking. Tristan took over for his husband. “Alex, my brother, Joe, and I just got home with Hugh and Amazing Rope Guy when we saw what happened. Joe, Amazing Rope Guy was able to avoid getting knocked out and he escaped to tell us what happened. We were caught up with some trouble with the Newport Heroes and had to deal with them before we got back. Joe, Alan, Two Brains, and Carl took Maddrix upstairs to treat his injuries. Alex took Moran’s corpse out back to dispose of the body while I stayed out front with Becky who was shaking badly from seeing Athena again. I was able to calm her enough and take her back inside after Moran’s body was gone. Hugh has finished treating Maddrix the best he could. He and Carl are still up in the guest bedroom keeping watching over his condition.” Alex then interjected. “Athena tried to escape but we blocked her path when we arrived. She fainted out of fear. I took her somewhere and tied her up so she wouldn’t be able to escape like she did before.” Alex crossed his arms as he had a hardened look on his face. Dr. Two Brains by now had recovered a little bit emotionally. He was grateful for his husbands' taking over to explain the rest. @dualnaturedscientist

He swore that his granddaughter had taken off in this direction. Not noticing the heroes that were being stalled by Amazo Guy, unfortunately for him they had noticed him or rather one. Their leader was getting more agitated by Amazo Guy by the second. One of them nervously got his attention and pointed in the direction Maddrix had taken off. Obviously not fooled by the makeshift cape. If they were going to be honest, that was what tipped them off. He was still wearing the Christmas sweater Tim had gotten him. That would've made them brush him off as just an old man running away if he hadn't taken that cape of his.  It was recognizable especially to Atomic Steele. Just as they were about to go after him, a very annoyed and now angry looking Amazo Guy had put himself between them. That wasn't going to be easy to explain, especially with Atomic Steele. He understood very much where he came from. He did. He knew it would be difficult to convince him to let Maddrix the Malicious go. The dark and straight up murderous look in his eyes told Alex there wasn't a chance he could be reasoned with. Especially when what he was after was right there. Alex didn't want to fight them but he could stall them further. Matthew had finally seen where Becky had gone, seeing her flying in the distance. He kept running as fast as he could. Even with his abilities, he was still definitely not in his youth anymore. He felt himself become  tired out but he couldn't have his granddaughter unintentionally get herself hurt in this state. Of course. She would be a hero. It was ironic that she would become attached to the hero killer. And now that hero killer was putting himself at risk for her safety.  He hadn't noticed that his appearance had escalated the situation between the heroes. Alex was distracted and visibly unhappy that Matthew managed to make his job all the more difficult. He wasn't expecting to get hit with full force. Sending him flying back into a building near Matthew's location. It wasn't personal to be honest. Atomic wanted him out of the way while the supervillain was still in their sight. The others followed after, looking at Alex with apologetic expressions before leaving. The others were caught off guard, Joe went running to help Amazo Guy back up. Alan and Tristan were stunned. Tristan wasn't happy and decided it was time to intervene. This time he was the one getting in the way. With a very angry expression on his face. 

Matthew was momentarily frozen in place as he heard the loud crashing of concrete and gravel from behind him. The force of the crash caused him to let go of the cape over his head, eliminating any cover he had. The remaining civilians who hadn't fled the area screamed in panic and fear over seeing Maddrix. They definitely bolted then. Those who were frozen in fear had to be dragged away by their equally panicked but still mobile friends. Matthew then turned his head back to the four heroes who were coming straight towards him. Matthew didn't recognize them, but their leader had an aura of familiarity about them that he couldn't shake despite never seeing him before. Three of the heroes were looking nervous but otherwise still determined to face off against Maddrix the Malicious. Their leader looked ready to make sure there was nothing left of the old man after he was through with the villain. Matthew groaned in frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew what was coming but now wasn't the time to deal with someone's vendetta against him. "Hey I know you have a personal vengeance against me and want me dead for my actions years ago, but can you hold off on that for a little bit? I really need to take care of something really important here that for once doesn't involve crime or bloodshed." Matthew's plea caused the four heroes to temporarily stop in their pursuit. It was almost comedic to Matthew seeing their confused and bewildered expressions. Just as they were about to recover from their confusion, a very irate Wordman swooped in front of the four heroes. Matthew didn't have to see the expression on Tristan's face. Judging by his crossed arms and how fast he stood between them and himself, it was clearly evident Tristan was very pissed at them for punching Alex into that building. Matthew glanced back over to where Alex had landed. He saw one of his son's friends, Joe along with Alan, rush over to check on him. Slight relief that Alex was in good hands, Matthew proceeded to get out of this situation and focus on getting Becky back home where it is safe. "Hold it right there Maddrix." Wordman commanded. "Or maybe I'm going to get delayed even more." Matthew mumbled angrily. He saw Tristan giving him a side angry glare, clearly upset that the villain was out in the open especially after what was show on the television. "It was foolish and stupid to be out here like this, not go back to where you were right now before more people catch you out in the open." Matthew was about to explain himself before the leader of those other heroes shouted. "ARE YOU CRAZY! YOU ARE LETTING MADDRIX THE MALICIOUS GO! HE'S THE HERO KILLER! HE DESERVES TO PAY FOR ALL OF HIS CRIMES!" The young man shouted venomously as he continued to glare at said man. Matthew took a breath, trying to calm himself before he could speak. He was getting really irritated at being interrupted but it would do him no good to start yelling back at these people who clearly want his head. "Hey!" Matthew exclaimed loudly catching the arguing heroes attention. "Look like I said before, I know you want revenge for what I did. I deserve it. Right now I am in the middle of something very important. The reason I'm out here is because Wordgirl flew off trying to help a civilian or something and the poor girl is not in the right state to be helping anyone after the trauma she went through. So let me or one of you just go get her and bring her back home before she gets herself hurt. Okay." Matthew noted Tristan's panicked expression at hearing his daughter was out and about by herself. The others heroes who weren't in the know were shocked at hearing Maddrix care about another hero's safety but also looked worried at hearing there was something wrong with the young heroine. Their leader though still glared at Matthew. A sneer formed on his lips as he spoke. "Right like you care. You are just trying to fool us so you can kidnap Wordgirl and bring her back to your own monster husband so he can continue to experiment on her." @dualnaturedscientist

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

dan’s stupid hyena cackle my fucking beloved ❤️

(no transcript bc it’s just dan cackling over and over while phil talks)

[alltoolewis]

A day to remember -Mason Mount

Returning back to writing with another prompt! This is really random but I hope you all love it anyway! 🤍

Prompt- "I haven't brushed yet..."

Summary- 2 months after giving birth to his son, Mason wants to remind you that he still loves you the same on your 2 year wedding anniversary... but your latest arrival has other plans!

“Come on buddy please stop...” Mason sighed, rocking your 5-month-old son, Hugo, in one arm as he tried his best to stop his cries not wanting them to wake you up. All while trying to stop the pancake, he spent an hour creating it from sticking to the pan “We don’t have enough time for this... mummy’s going to wake up anytime now & daddy needs to get this breakfast done so he can show” His pleads didn’t seem to work as Hugo turned his cries into screams, causing Mason to dramatically place the spatula down as he gave his son all his attention.

When you and Mason found out you were expecting a little you were both over the moon! You knew it was going to be tough with Mason’s busy schedule and with the first always being scary and a lot of pressure- but so far it was going great, neither of you could complain about anything. Despite how busy he was, Mason always made time for the two of you and you were getting plenty of help from not only him but family and friends who were more than happy to give you a helping hand. Mason hated how much he would have to leave you and rely on your loved ones to help you out. He couldn’t be prouder with how you have handled being a mum in such a demanding time of his career, and although he had no doubt, you’d be amazing, seeing it first-hand was something he never wants to be without and has only made him fall in love with you all again! So, with today being your 2-year wedding anniversary, Mason planned to show you just how much you meant to you starting with your favorite breakfast in bed! But the little boy in his arms made it easier said than done!

Dragging his bouncer chair into the kitchen, Mason sat in front of it tiredly “C’mon hu...” He groaned, rocking the chair back and forth the action causing Hugo to stir in and out of sleep “Do daddy a favour and have a nap. Please, he really needs to do this for your mama she deserves it so much doesn’t she? She looks after us both & gives us food, she makes sure we get plenty of cuddles and kisses!” Hugo giggled as Mason planted tons of kisses to his chubby cheeks “So what do you think eh? You have a quick nap or be quiet for the next 30 minutes and then we can return the favour to our favorite person yeah?” Hugo stared at him silently for a moment as if he was taking in his dad’s words- but he quickly made up his mind as wails echoed around the marbled walls once more.

“Urghhhhhhhhh Hugo” Mason groaned, throwing his back which he instantly regretted as it slammed against the cabinet behind him “Fucking hell!” He screeched rubbing the back of his head “Great that’s all I need! A god damn headache-“His words were cut short as his little boys cry’s were replaced with laughter, causing his eyebrow to raise “Oh you think that’s funny do you?” Mason teased, a smirk appearing on his face as Hugo laughed louder. “I’m going to regret this” He mumbled as an idea sprung in his head to tire the little one out. Grabbing the little stuffed bear next to him, Mason shoved it in his own face as if the plush was punching him “Ow Mr tubs that hurts! Ow!” The more Mason would ‘hurt’ himself the lounder the laughter was! Getting lost in the moment, Mason forgot about the idea of not waking you up as he made the little boy continues to laugh, his own giggles blending in as an alarm that eventually stirred you awake.

Getting curious about the commotion going on downstairs, you tiptoed out of your room. Your smile grew as the laughter got louder with every step! But nothing made you beam more than when you walked into the kitchen to see your husband ‘hitting’ himself with spatulas as he pretended to get attacked by the small blue bear. A part of you didn’t want to ruin the moment, but as you saw the mess of the kitchen and the smoke that was now growing out of your ‘non-stick’ pan... you knew it was necessary!

Mason froze as he heard you clear your throat from behind him, turning around to find you standing with your hands on your waist and a stretched smile on your lips “Babe!” Mason yelped, as you gave him a confused look.

“Do you care to explain why my husband is whacking himself in the face with a spatula, while our kitchen is looking like an episode of Fireman Sam?” You giggled as his eyes grew wide “Or are you equally as confused as me, Hugo?”

“Oh no! Shit! Shit!” Mason muttered, leaping off the floor to turn off the stove that had now been burning for the past 15 minutes “See Hu if you just went to sleep as daddy asked you, he could have made mummy pancakes and non-of this would have happened!” Finding the whole thing hilarious Hugo continued to laugh, causing Mason to glare at him “Oh you little!”

“Mase...” You giggled, stopping him in his tracks as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His body instantly relaxed and the stress of the morning was soon forgotten as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, placing the steaming pan back down so he could return the hug.

“Happy anniversary honey...” Mason mumbled into your neck, causing you to giggle softly. “Happy anniversary Mase.” You laughed, lifting his chin up so you could see him “What were you doing eh?” You asked curiously, giggling lightly as you caressed the light red marks that were appearing on his cheeks “I wanted to remind you how much I loved you” Mason whispered, causing your heart to melt “The past 2 years you have been the most amazing wife to me & now I get to share that honor with this one...” Pointing to the now asleep baby “You don’t know how incredible you are, not just to me, but to everyone. I wanted today, the day on which 2 years ago you vowed your future with me, to be one to remember starting off with breakfast in bed like in our dating days. But our little troublemaker there had other plans... I’m sorry we woke you up... I wanted today to be perfect and I ruined it”

“Oh mase..” You cried, throwing your head back into his neck “You didn’t ruin anything. I adore you so much & nothing could ever change that, not even burning my favorite pan!” Mason couldn’t help but chuckle as he wiped away your falling tears “Thank you for standing by my side for the last 5 years and for being the best husband any girl for ask for... and thank you for blessing me with Hugo”

“Are you sure about that?” Mason joked, causing you to hit him on the chest “Oh zip it! He’s the best thing to ever happen to us!”

“One of the best...” Mason smiled, looking you up and down as he admired you. A contrasting look to what you looked like 2 years ago to that day as you rocked your hair in a messy bun with Mason’s shirt hanging off your body, but to him... you still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world!

“I love you so much” You whispered, leaning into his touch as he held you closer.

“I love you more...” Mason mumbled, but Just as he was about to plant his lips on yours, your finger stopped him “What?”

“I haven’t brushed yet..” You sighed, causing Mason to throw his head back in laughter. Even after 3 years of dating and 2 years of marriage, you were still the same girl he fell in love with “You’re crazy!” He chuckled, catching you off guard as he swooped you down just like he did on your wedding day. His name fell of your lips in a chuckle.

“It’s good job...” He mumbled, planting his lips on yours as you both smiled into the kiss “Cause neither have I!”

However like everything recently your kiss was cut short as your son’s cries caused your body to flinch “For damn sake hugo...” Mason groaned out of frustration “Can’t I just give your mummy some loving in peace!”

“Oh stop it!” You giggled, pulling out of your husbands grip to give your little boy some attention “I think he’s hungry, how about I go feed him while you clean up this mess!”

“And after that, we can drop him off at mum’s!”

You were just about to reject as a small dribble of baby sick rolled down your shirt, causing the two of you to scrunch up your nose “Sound’s like a plan...” You giggled, rubbing Hugo’s back as Mason’s laughter was now the one to echo round the kitchen.

“Happy anniversary sweetie!” Mason repeated the words he spoke earlier, lifting the burnt pan in the air “Here’s to many more days of madness!”

“Happy anniversary handsome!” You giggled “I can’t wait!”

[dragonmuse]

Mrs. Teach should go berrypicking with Pete's dad. As a little treat :-)

(So I was like...yeah obviously in "she said you can't hurry love' Dave also lives and yes they would meet eventually and how nice that would be! So not berry picking exactly, but here’s Whina and Dave meeting for the first time) 

“It’s very crowded,” Whina stayed by the door. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this, not even last summer.” 

“Seems like we top ourselves each year,” Lucius agreed.

 He was holding a clipboard, a phone in a hot pink case that she didn’t think was his, a folder full of paper and there was a walkie-talkie hanging from his belt. His hair was sticking up in every direction and she didn’t think it was intentional. 

“Just point me in a useful direction,” she suggested. “Sister Eulalia said something about assembling lunches?” 

“That would be a huge help. We make sure all the performers and vendors are fed,” he explained, walking briskly across the floor so that she had to double time to keep up. “It’s a good spread, but we need to box it all up so they can take them as needed. I already put Dave to work there.” 

“Dave?” 

“Pete’s father,” Lucius slowed a hair. “He’s deaf in his left ear, so make sure you’re on his right. You’ll love him. He’s a sweetheart.” 

“All right,” she tried to remember that as he led her to a table in the back, past the chaos of dozens of performers and their assistants preparing.  “I’m sure we’ll get along fine.” 

The table was piled high snack sized bags of goodies and platters of fat sandwiches and a tray of pasta. The man scooping pasta carefully into plastic containers was definitely her age. He looked like a weathered bulldog, short, thick and mullish, but when Lucius said,  “How’s it going, Dave?”   a wide lovely smile unfolded over his face and Whina could see that he shared Pete’s bright blue eyes. 

“Making progress! Need them by 11, right?” 

“Exactly,” Lucius came around the table, gave the man a one-armed hug. “You’re amazing. Got you so help.” 

“Oh, if you need someone somewhere else-” 

“No, I think this is perfect,” Lucius determined, releasing him. “Dave, this is Whina Teach. Whina, Dave Black. Have fun!” 

And then he was rabbiting off, barking something into the radio. 

“He’s going to wear himself out,” Whina predicted. 

“Always does,” Dave agreed, holding out his hand. She shook it and found it pleasantly warm where he’d been handling the pasta. “Pleasure to meet you, m’am.” 

“Whina, please. Show me what I can do to help.” 

“I’ve got the pasta packaging going okay. Could you get the sandwiches wrapped in wax paper? Then it’ll all be prepped and we just gotta bag it all up.” 

She made sure to stand on his right side, then got to work. It was familiar labor to her, after all the hours of working at the soup kitchen. The air conditioning in the Revenge was laboring, but managing to keep up. There were far worse ways to spend a morning. 

“I think Lucius mentioned that you live fairly far away?”  She asked once they had their rhythm going. 

“It’s a haul, if I drive, but I quit that last year. I fly and then it’s not so bad. Pete has been on me to move closer and don’t tell him, but I’m starting to consider it. Just not a big city fan.” 

“I live about a half-hour south,” she offered. “I just couldn’t leave the sea. But it’s close enough for easy visits, not so easy that Eddy gets underfoot.” 

Dave laughed, “You worry about your space?” 

“She’s just a terribly nosy person for someone that loves a secret,” Whina admitted. “Sometimes a person just wants to keep a few things to themselves. And Stede is a lovely man, but he takes a lot of energy.” 

“I don’t know them nearly as well as I should,” Dave carefully tapped an errant noodle into its plastic container. “When I visit, I mostly spend time with Pete and his people. Lucius is the nosy one, but he’s so funny about it, hard to get bent out of shape. Pete just keeps trying to make me take vitamins.” 

“It feels all wrong, doesn’t it? How they fuss over us now?” She shook her head. 

“Does it ever!” He chuckled. “I pulled that boy out of a dozen scrapes a day when he was small and now he’s on me about my insulin like I don’t know how to manage myself. But I like it better than the alternative. Some of my friends, they never hear from theirs.” 

“I don’t know how they bear it. No matter how much I want to swat her, I would just go to pieces without my girl around sometimes.” 

“Did I hear rightly that you help sew some of the costumes around here?” 

“Oh, not that much,” she demurred. “I just lend a hand in a tight turnaround.” 

“I think Pete said you were the best with lace though.” 

“They all do go too hard on it,” she allowed. “And I do the occasional re-heeling. A newer hobby.” 

“How do you go about that?” He asked with what seemed genuine curiosity. “I did a bit of leather work once. Belts mostly. Shoes seemed a little intimidating.” 

They talked about their crafts, their old jobs, and soon the pile of food started going neatly into bags with Whina’s careful markings on them for contents and allergens. They went on talking as the food was carried away and was replaced with folders and some papers for last minute additions to a local resources packet. 

“So you like your neighborhood?” Dave asked. “I’ve always liked being near water, but for me that’s lakes. Never even been to the ocean.” 

“Never been to the ocean!” She shook her head. “Absolutely unacceptable. How long are you in town?” 

“Rest of the week. I knew I’d barely see anyone if I stuck to this weekend and it’s not like I’ve got anyone waiting on me, except my dog and my neighbor has him all taken care of.” 

“You have to come visit me,” she decided. “Do you play bridge?” 

“Sure, I know the rules at least.” 

“I bet my neighbor is going to drop out, she was already fake coughing when she heard me come outside this morning. She’s a big flake. Come by on Tuesday and play a hand or two. Bring the boys if you like.” 

“I wouldn’t want to intrude-” 

“Not at all,” she hesitated then rested her hand lightly on his arm, “you’d be doing me a favor, really. New company is always a treat for us. We get sick of each other.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

“Absolutely, and we can go for a walk on the beach after.” 

“You know,” he smiled down at her hand, a little pink in the cheeks. “I think I’d like that very much.” 

It was Izzy’s car that showed up, all of them unloading from it to the delight of her bridge club. 

“Whina!” Emily grasped her arm. “Where did all of that come from?” 

“You lay off,” Whina laughed. “Just Izzy and his folk.” 

“Are the single?” 

“Just the old one and you lay off now.” 

“Oh ho,” Emily grinned at her. “Why would that be?” 

“Mind yourself,” Whina sniffed. “I’m just being friendly. He’s thinking of moving out here to be closer to his son, so let’s not scare him off.” 

It was a nice afternoon, so they took the cards into her back garden. Dave impressed Emily and Lawrence immediately by producing hard cider which they all had a preference for.  Pete and Izzy went to go talk over her car like it was doing anything except sitting there and Lucius had laid claim to her hammock, clearly asleep the second he laid out. 

She couldn’t have asked for things to seem homier, but she did sweeten the deal with a plate of cinnamon cookies to share along with the cider. They played bridge and Dave was better than he’d let on, but not so good that anyone got annoyed. 

Lawrence and Emily left for some church obligation, but not before Emily extracted a promise that she’d call later with more information. Interfering busybody. What had Whina done that she was plagued with nosiness? 

“Best go now if we’re going,” Whina came back to the yard to find Dave tidying up. “You don’t have to do that, I’ve got it.” 

“Nonsense,” he brought the plates into the kitchen. “Never held with making a host do all the work. Let me at least get these into the sink.” 

They wound up doing the washing up together. Pete looped back in then, catching sight of the scene. 

“Working already?” He chided. 

“It’s a dish, son, I’ll survive it,” Dave said in the same tone right back. “We’re going to walk the beach. You coming?” 

“I’m going to get Lucius up and get some food in him so he’s not pouty on the drive home,” Pete said. “You guys have fun. Whina, Izzy said he was going to pick up your woodchips.” 

“Did he say if he was getting the-” 

“Regular brown ones, not the red. He was clear,” Pete smiled. “Guess he’s done it a few times, huh?” 

“Just a few,” she allowed.  

So Whina got her shoes on and found a sweater. It was summer, but the beach was windy year round and she got chilled easier these days. Dave followed her lead across the street and down aways until they came to the ramp that cut clean between two houses. 

“We don’t get many tourists because it’s a bit rocky,” she explained. “But the town keeps this stretch sandy for families and we all work together to keep it clean. Hard sometimes, the way people drop bottles and things.” 

“That’s a shame,” he came down the last step and looked out over the water. It was putting on a good show today, the green-brown waves tamer than usual, crashing to the shore in even ebbs. “Now that is a sight.” 

“Isn’t it?” She admired the long stretch of water, the pebbly, sandy shore. “I come out here almost every morning.” 

“Thank you, for inviting me,” he said emphatically. 

They walked down along the water, far enough that the waves couldn’t nip at their toes. This early in the summer it wouldn’t yet be warm enough to enjoy. At one point, Dave stooped and picked up a bit of seaglass. 

“It gets polished by the water over time,” she explained. “All the hard points softened up.” 

“I sympathize,” Dave smiled and tucked it into his pocket. 

“Me too,” she confessed. 

They walked for longer than she usually would, content in each other’s company. Long enough that by the time they got back to the house, Izzy had already spread most of the wood chips. He got up off his knees as they came close. 

“Eddy called,” he told her. “Said she tried you first.” 

“I don’t get much reception by the water,” she admitted. 

“Well, she hear we were all here and she wants to come down with Stede for dinner. Promised to buy it, something about shrimp.” 

“That’s the shellfish place I was telling you about,” she told Dave, touching his wrist lightly. “Would you mind?” 

“Not at all.” 

They had to open up the dining room table, adding a leaf which Izzy and Pete did while Lucius got down dishes to set the table. Eddy and Stede arrived with bags and bags of food and soon the whole house smelled like seafood and butter.  

“Mama,” Eddy leaned in, a twitch of a smile on her lips. “You’re being very nice to Dave.” 

“A person can always use more friends,” she tapped Eddy on her nose. “That’s all.” 

“Mhm. I heard he’s thinking of moving out here.” 

“It’s a good place to live. I can’t be proud of my town now?” 

“Be as proud as you like,” Eddy plopped more shrimp on her plate. “But if I’m getting a stepdad this late in life, I think I deserve to know.” 

“Stop it,” she chided. 

But she did give Dave her number before he left. Just in case. Someone should help him find a place out here, after all, if that’s what he wound up doing. It was just neighborly.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

IOTA Reviews: Kuro Neko

You know, when I saw this season was actually setting up a plotline that acknowledged the inequality in Ladybug and Cat Noir's partnership, I was actually somewhat excited. I thought that the show would finally do something to make the two more equal and give them some much-needed character development. In hindsight, I really should have read the instructions when I got that monkey's paw.

Let's get into the twenty-first (chronologically the twenty-third) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Kuro Neko

We open with Adrien angrily watching a news report of the latest Akuma (why he couldn't make it was never explained), which is once again reusing Gigantitan, a literal infant who was accidentally akumatized the first time, yet Shadowmoth keeps thinking he'll be the one to get Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous. Somehow, even though she and Cat Noir have handled him on their own in the past, because Cat Noir was once again a no-show, this required Ladybug to call on four temp heroes. Carapace uses his Shelter to trap Gigantitan, while Pegasus uses his Voyage to create an opening for Pigella to use her Gift to create an illusion of Gigantitan's mother while the super amazing Vesperia stuns him with Venom, leaving Ladybug to de-evilize the Akuma without even giving him a Magical Charm because those lost their value a few episodes ago. Well, that, or he could accidentally swallow it because he’s an infant.

Of course, the reporter naturally wants to know where the hell Cat Noir's been lately, and asks if they've had any arguments in the past. Ladybug denies these allegations, and gives her true feelings about her partner.

Funny, I thought Ladybug just took care of the giant baby.

First of all, Ladybug just said that there are some missions that don't need Cat Noir. She didn't say Cat Noir was a worthless partner at all. Sometimes, Cataclysm isn't the only power needed to stop an Akuma. Let's take a look at every episode this season that used at least a single temp hero for comparison.

Rena Rouge's Mirage was used to distract the Gang of Secrets, Mr. Pigeon, Style Queen, and Rocketear respectively (Gang of Secrets, Mr. Pigeon 72, Optigami, Rocketear).

Carapace's Shelter was needed to trap the remaining Akumas and Amoks in “Mega Leech” and the two dinosaurs at the beginning of “Rocketear”, in addition to protecting Vesperia while she stunned Moolak. (Mega Leech, Rocketear, Ephemeral)

Vesperia's Venom was needed to stun Banana Boom-Boom/the Gorizilla ripoff, Mega Leech, and Moolak respectively. (Queen Banana, Mega Leech, Moolak)

Ryuko's Wind Dragon was used to gather all the freed Akumas and Amoks in “Mega Leech”. (Mega Leech)

Viperion's Second Chance was used to used to make sure Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities weren't discovered in “Wishmaker”, and in order to get enough chances to crack Moolak's safe in “Ephemeral”. (Wishmaker, Ephemeral)

Pegasus' Voyage was used to teleport Vesperia to give her the chance to use Venom on Mega Leech. (Mega Leech)

Polymouse's Multitude was used to fight off all the copies of Malediktator and to distract Moolak. (Mega Leech, Ephemeral)

Pigella's Gift was used to calm down Reflekta so Ladybug could safely de-evilize her. (Guiltrip)

Purple Tigress' Clout was used to knock back Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock to give Ladybug the chance to de-evilize both of them. (Crocoduel)

Do you really think Cat Noir could have accomplished all of that on his own? Contrary to popular belief, Cat Noir isn't the only hero Ladybug is allowed to rely on for help. That's what being part of a team is all about. But, of course Adrien has to whine about how Ladybug isn't giving him special treatment for not doing anything other than what he usually does. Maybe the reason she needed four temp heroes was because she couldn't rely on his Cataclysm? For God's sake, this was chronologically just after “Ephemeral”, which opened with Ladybug trying to use every temp hero available to break Moolak's safe because Cat Noir wasn't there, which Su-Han yelled at her for, and Ladybug still defended him, as she did multiple times this season alone (Truth, Furious Fu, Guiltrip, Hack-San). Now we're back to Adrien thinking Ladybug doesn't care about him?

While trying to cheer a depressed Adrien up, Plagg sees another reused Akuma, Rogercop, running past Adrien's house with Ladybug, Ryuko, King Monkey, Polymouse, and Purple Tigress in hot pursuit. After being told to do so by Plagg, Adrien transforms into Cat Noir, and while looking for the Akuma, he sees Miraculous Ladybug being used and the heroes celebrating their victory. Rather than ask Cat Noir where he was during the fight, the other heroes are surprisingly happy to see him, but their Miraculous all start to time out. Cat Noir tries to offer to help take their Miraculous back, claiming he knows the identities of some of them when Ladybug first gave them their Miraculous (even though he doesn't know who any of the currently active temp heroes are and it isn’t said he he even knows Kagami is Ryuko considering she was with the other brainwashed heroes during “Miracle Queen”*), but as a result of the stress from almost timing out, Ladybug yells at Cat Noir and tells him to stop wasting her time. This proves to be the breaking point as Cat Noir decides to give up his Miraculous and leaves it on the rooftop of the building he was on.

*EDIT: I forgot that Cat Noir was present when Ryuko revealed herself in “Ikari Gozen” after an anon of mine brought it to my attention.

Back at her house, Ladybug wonders why Cat Noir even did this, leading to Plagg chewing her out.

Okay, that tears it. If you're going to make Plagg, someone who's normally willing to actually call Adrien out on his behavior, blame Ladybug for Adrien choosing to quit being Cat Noir, all bets are off now.

First, Cat Noir has had almost the entire season to talk to Ladybug about his problems with the way their partnership has gone, and even when Ladybug has asked him if he was doing alright, he either said he was fine or talked about something else (Hack-San, Rocketear). She didn't forget about his feelings because Cat Noir never told her he was upset even when she asked him if he was okay. When Cat Noir tried to ask Ladybug if he could help earlier, she only yelled at him because she was worried about transforming back, and Cat Noir was wasting her time in that case. All he had to do was wait to see her again and then talk to her about wanting to help more or get more responsibilities, and then they could have worked things out. It wasn't proof Ladybug hated him at all. There have been several episodes this season where Ladybug has stated how much she values Cat Noir as a partner (Truth, Furious Fu, Hack-San, Ephemeral), and even defended his absence on the news earlier, so don't give me any of that crap about how Ladybug supposedly never cared about Cat Noir's feelings.

Second, why is Ladybug to blame for choosing other heroes to help when Cat Noir isn't available during an Akuma attack? Is she supposed to just wait for him to show up and risk letting the Akuma endanger the city so Cat Noir's feelings aren't hurt? What if she needs more manpower in addition to Cat Noir when his Cataclysm didn't cut it? Hell, Cat Noir didn't even seem that upset to see any of the new temp heroes this season (being especially happy to see Purple Tigress in “Crocoduel” specifically), and was only upset about being left out of the action in “Optigami”, an episode where Ladybug had the help of Rena Rouge and Sentipace because they were more available.

Third, when Ladybug suggested Cat Noir's civilian identity gets more free time as a result of not being on the job for every Akuma attack, maybe she wants him to actually have a life outside of being a superhero because she has had to make a lot of hard choices this season, or maybe she's tired of seeing him endanger himself during a fight. Once again, Cat Noir hasn't been taking being a hero seriously whenever he was around Ladybug and just expected her to do all the work, so it's hard to really feel bad for him here, especially considering he still doesn't get the responsibilities now has as the Guardian. At the start of this season, he was so desperate to spend time with Ladybug, he was happy to see someone almost get akumatized (Lies).

Fourth, why should we feel bad that Cat Noir doesn't get to spend time with Ladybug when Cat Noir has repeatedly shown he sees being a superhero as something to do for fun instead of saving lives? The whole reason Chloe betrayed Ladybug last season was because she was tired of Ladybug ignoring her, and she was clearly in the wrong there, so why are we supposed to feel bad for Cat Noir even though he's basically acting the same way Chloe did last season? The only difference is instead of working with Shadowmoth, Cat Noir just gave up being a superhero for the pettiest of reasons. Either way, Ladybug got deprived of a major ally.

Fifth, “Cat Noir doesn't want a break”? It's even harder to feel bad for Adrien supposedly being neglected by Ladybug or agree with what Plagg is saying when he missed two Akuma fights in this episode, and had to be convinced to go out by Plagg. We don't know how many fights he's missed recently, but considering the fact that the reporter earlier in the episode had to ask Ladybug where he was since she's saved Paris without his help multiple times, we can at least assume he hasn't been as active recently. In addition, we don't know why he wasn't present for the past few Akumas. In “Ephemeral”, we knew why Adrien couldn't make it, which was why it was easier to take Ladybug's side when Su-Han yelled at her for not being in contact with Cat Noir. Here, because his absences aren't explained, it just makes him look lazy, especially since we saw how halfheartedly he looked and sounded when he had to be told to transform by Plagg. Maybe if the episode started off with Adrien needing to stay home for a modeling gig or personal interview, only for the interviewer to rush out to cover the fight with Gigantitan, forcing him to stay in his room and watch the report while waiting for the interviewer to come back as a result, it could have worked more in my opinion.

Sixth, how does Plagg even know how poorly Ladybug supposedly treated Cat Noir if he was either in the Cat Miraculous when Cat Noir talked with her, or away from Ladybug without even knowing why she calls on other heroes for help anyway? Are Kwamis now cognizant of the world around them when their partner is transformed? Again, Ladybug yelling at Cat Noir “wasting her time” was purely an impulsive decision. Yes, she should have apologized or clarified what she was trying to say (even if Cat Noir should be familiar with the beeping sound of a Miraculous), but Plagg knows nothing about why Ladybug even needs to rely on other heroes in the first place because of how busy Adrien's civilian life is. He should at least understand that Cat Noir sucks at using other Miraculous (Reflekdoll, Desperada), so Ladybug can't let him borrow a Miraculous to unify with even if he managed to show up to a fight.

Seventh, why is Plagg blaming Ladybug for what happened when Adrien once again abandoned him? He's the one who wants Adrien to get his Miraculous back even more than Adrien this episode, but why doesn't he even reflect on Adrien's choice to willingly quit being Cat Noir? We don't even get a throwaway line about Plagg acknowledging what Adrien did but understanding why he did it while he blamed Ladybug for all of Adrien's problems.

Eighth, why is Plagg the one to yell at Ladybug for mistreating Cat Noir instead of, you know, Cat Noir? Wouldn't it make for a more intense conversation if Cat Noir actually vented his feelings about being left out instead of Plagg having to fight his battles for him? Seriously, Plagg acts more like a hero in this episode because he's the one who's able to get Adrien to get off his ass and actually be a superhero. Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes Adrien look? The writers don't even try to justify it by saying he's not used to fighting for his independence or some crap that can easily be contradicted by earlier episodes.

Ninth, why aren't the other Kwamis saying anything in response to this? Surely, they should understand why Ladybug needs to call on their power to help her out, especially given how the Akumas have gotten more relentless to the point where they needed to use their powers just to buy time for Marinette to escape (Gang of Secrets, Queen Banana, Optigami, Ephemeral). Do they agree with Plagg that she shouldn't even choose any new heroes or use any of the Miraculous she now has at her disposal?

And finally, as Tina Turner put it best, WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?! When did any of this have to do with Cat Noir being in love with Ladybug? The whole idea of this plotline was that Cat Noir felt he wasn't being appreciated enough as a superhero, and only one episode strictly focused on his feelings for her (Glaciator 2). Why exactly is Plagg saying the whole reason Cat Noir is upset Ladybug is fighting alongside other heroes is because he's in love with her? You realize that makes him look even more petty and controlling than if you just made it about their relationship as superheroes, right, writers?

Because the plot needs her to, Ladybug agrees with Plagg's stupid rant about Cat Noir loving her, so since she knows Cat Noir willingly quit being a superhero for the second time, decides to choose someone else to use the Cat Miraculous. To hammer in her statement, we get a brief sequence of Adrien throwing away all of his pictures of Ladybug, the cheese Plagg didn't get to eat, and even the sock puppet Plagg made of himself to distract Adrien in “Sandboy”. You know, it's kind of hard to feel bad for Adrien here when he willingly chose to give up being a superhero again. This was pretty much what was going through my head during this scene.

Plagg stops Ladybug from doing so by reminding her that she can't know her partner's secret identity, causing her to panic. Man, if only Ladybug had a secret confidant who could do this for her and help alleviate the stress she's going through.

Seriously, one of the biggest criticisms people have had with this season is the way Alya has acted more like Ladybug's partner than Cat Noir, so why not acknowledge one of the biggest double standards in Ladybug and Cat Noir's partnership this episode? Hell, why not have Su-Han choose the next Cat Noir like he threatened to in “Furious Fu” and “Ephemeral”?

Plagg makes a deal with Ladybug to give him back the Cat Miraculous so he can convince Cat Noir's civilian identity to stop being head over heels for Ladybug, but because we all know how stubborn Adrien is, Plagg can't promise he'll do that.

We then get another scene of Adrien deleting all the pictures he has of Ladybug on his phone before he goes to sleep... right as we cut to the next day where Marinette tries to figure out how to choose the next Cat hero, clearly suffering from sleep deprivation.

Miraculous Ladybug! A show where every girl is a superhero! A show where the feelings of the male lead are taken seriously while all the stress the female lead goes through is played entirely for laughs!

Seriously, writers? In a season where we’ve only gotten ten new Akumas who weren’t recycled or edited character models, you thought the animators absolutely needed to render a new model of Marinette looking like a drug addict instead of using their limited resources for anything else?

The next morning, Nathalie, who needs some kind of mechanical braces on her legs to move around, because I guess the Peacock Miraculous broke her legs, notices how upset Adrien is. She then goes to tell Gabriel about what's going on. Considering he seemed to actually want to reach out to his son when he was upset in “Glaciator 2”, how does Gabriel react to this?

Says the man who has spent the entire show endangering innocent lives (including his son’s) because he’s afraid to try dating again. How the hell does the help act more like a parent to Adrien than Adrien’s actual parent?

Back in Marinette's room, Plagg comes up with a plan to “help” her. He makes up a lie about a candidate for the Cat Miraculous back when Master Fu was considering who to give it to, and Plagg says he's a great choice because he doesn't love Ladybug in the slightest, chalking it up to a made up power he has. Obviously, he's referring to Adrien.

Like Ladybug's plan to gaslight Adrien into revealing his identity in “Ephemeral”, I think Plagg's plan is incredibly stupid, but I can kind of understand why, as while it does take advantage of Marinette's trust it does benefit both her and Adrien in this situation. Of course, the plan only makes sense because the writers forgot about Alya as an option, just like how Rena Furtive could have figured out Cat Noir's identity on her own and told Su-Han herself, but compared to the overcomplicated plan Ladybug chose, there are far less options here. Of course, the plan could still backfire because Adrien doesn't want to be a superhero anymore, but I think this plan is slightly more understandable than Ladybug's in “Ephemeral”. I still think it's a stupid and very immoral plan, but just not as bad as the former.

Plagg heads over to Adrien's room, and the writers are cranking the Angstdrien Depreste meter up to eleven for this scene. He's sulking around in his pajamas playing video games, he doesn't even care that Plagg is back, just assumes he wants his cheese, and whines about how he can't be Cat Noir because “Ladybug will keep rejecting him forever”. Ladybug didn't even reject him romantically like he did in “Glaciator 2”. For God's sake, the writers can't even get the continuity consistent for a single episode.

And I have to reiterate, why should I feel bad for Adrien when he clearly doesn't want to be Cat Noir again for an incredibly petty reason? Even in the New York Special, he felt he didn't deserve to be Cat Noir because he made an actual mistake, but here, it's because Ladybug yelled at him. Have you ever heard of someone who quit being a superhero and refused to put on the mask again because the girl he had a crush on didn't like him romantically?

Plagg manages to convince Adrien to get off his ass and think of adopting a new superhero identity, since the suit created through a transformation is entirely dependent on the personality of the user. The idea is for Adrien to become an ideal hero who Ladybug won't leave behind in battle. We then get a montage of Plagg giving Adrien etiquette lessons as he comes up with his new persona, being told to act like he does around his father and Nathalie while not making any cat puns.

While I get what they're going for, I still have a few problems with this. For one thing, this doesn't really fix the scheduling issue Adrien faces in his civilian life that has nothing to do with Ladybug. Also, while I understand why he wants to change himself so Ladybug won't ignore him, that doesn't mean she won't need to call on other heroes like Carapace or Purple Tigress. These issues obviously aren't Adrien's fault, and the whole idea of him adopting a new identity could be used as a way to further his character, but there are still a lot of issues that won't be fully resolved here because the writers are focusing on the romantic aspect getting in the way of Ladybug and Cat Noir's partnership.

After coming up with a new persona, Adrien transforms and meets up with Ladybug later that night, calling himself Catwalker.

The suit is... okay, I guess? I like how more gray is used to make the color scheme stand out, and the gold trim is a nice touch, but my biggest problem has to be the hair. Why is it so green? I get this is supposed to be Adrien adopting a new identity, but why not just use his regular hair color, or have the hair look like it was gelled back to emphasize how this is a much more formal persona of Adrien?

Ladybug is instantly smitten by Catwalker, but before she can give him a little quiz on being a superhero, they see a giant cat clawing at the building. Ladybug, giving her former partner way too much credit, assumes he regrets giving up his Miraculous, and that his grief caused him to get akumatized. In reality, this is Kuro Neko, a creation of Shadowmoth.

I'm just going to be honest and say it: Kuro Neko is easily my favorite new villain this season, and it leads to a really interesting fight. The design is nice and vibrant, being themed after a manaki-neko piggy bank, and the animalistic behavior makes it all the more unpredictable. While its powers just consist of “being a giant cat”, the thing that makes this guy really stand out is how neither Ladybug, Catwalker, or the audience knows if it's an Akuma or a Sentimonster, so there's a lot more hesitance to fight it while learning what it is and how to defeat it.

Ladybug assumes Kuro Neko's bell contains an Akuma, so she tells Catwalker to use his Cataclysm on it, but Catwalker isn't sure if he should use it in case Kuro Neko is a Sentimonster, and could accidentally drive it out of control. Funny, he didn't seem to worry about that when he thought Scarabella was an Akuma or Sentimonster in “Hack-San”. Generally, Catwalker tends to use his brain more during this fight compared to Cat Noir's “punch things first and ask questions never” strategies. Believe me, it sounds worse than you think it is, and I'll get to it later.

One thing I do like is that we briefly see Catwalker's mask slip as he comes up with a theory about what Kuro Neko is, but panics a little when Ladybug gets upset and tries to remind her she's still the Guardian, trying to make sure he knows Ladybug is the leader here. Ladybug then tries to blame herself for how she's the reason Cat Noir quit, but then Catwalker... I can't believe I'm saying this, but Catwalker... actually acknowledges how oversensitive Cat Noir was and tells Ladybug she did nothing wrong.

Just when I thought this episode was going back to sucking as soon as Ladybug started blaming herself, here comes this big moment for Adrien as a character. It's just that it comes out of nowhere because the writing was clearly putting Ladybug in the wrong earlier with everything Plagg said, but now Catwalker is totally okay with being “neglected”? I get what they’re trying to go for by showing how upset Ladybug was that Cat Noir got akumatized because of her, but it still doesn’t resolve the feelings Adrien had about being pushed aside for most of the season. Unless... are the writers trying to give both sides an argument to stand on and let the audience decide how to view the conflict? Is this... dare I say, complex writing?

After a brief skirmish with Kuro Neko to stop it from causing more damage, we unfortunately get back to stupid stuff, as Ladybug summons her Lucky Charm, a parachute... and somehow is unable to think about how to use it because she's distracted by Catwalker, her vision exclusively focusing on the latter instead of other objects to use in order to defeat Kuro Neko.

When has this ever been a thing? When has Ladybug's emotional state been so compromised, she can't even use her power right? Even in tough situations like “Heroes' Day”, “Cat Blanc”, and “Ephemeral”, she managed to figure out how to use her Lucky Charm without any problem, so why are we doing this now? This is basically “Desperada” all over again, only instead of Ladybug screwing up by picking someone who isn't cut out for the Snake Miraculous, Catwalker is apparently so amazingly competent, she can't focus on her Lucky Charm. Again, Ladybug was able to use her Lucky Charm against Silencer, someone who had just confessed her love to her, Cat Blanc, her akumatized partner who told her that their love was what destroyed the world, and Ephemeral, who was directly working with Shadow Noir, but someone she just met is enough to screw up her normally flawless plans?

During the fight, Catwalker was much smarter than when he normally was as Cat Noir, and contributed far more to the fight than Cat Noir does normally, yet now this is bad because is distracts Ladybug? Does that mean Cat Noir is better when he doesn't contribute to the strategizing and recklessly charges into battle while violating Ladybug's personal boundaries? This is just such a stupid way to tie this back into the initial argument that the problem with Ladybug not giving enough attention to Cat Noir was because Cat Noir was in love with her. It feels like the writers just crammed this little conflict in in order to justify what Plagg said earlier.

Ladybug and Catwalker try to use the parachute to safely glide in front of Kuro Neko (while Ladybug enjoys hugging Catwalker to remind the audience how distracted she is), but a current of wind knocks them off course, causing Catwalker to accidentally Cataclysm Kuro Neko, revealing it to be a Sentimonster with a child inside.

As soon as Catwalker leaves to go recharge, Ladybug starts to realize what to do with her Lucky Charm because Catwalker is so perfect, Ladybug just can't stop thinking about him. Ladybug explains this to Catwalker, and in another surprising twist, he's completely fine with it. Of course, after Catwalker leaves, Ladybug easily manages to use the parachute to scoop up some grass to feed Kuro Neko with in order to force it to cough up the child. We learn the kid is upset because she saved up a lot of money to buy a toy for her cat, but said cat ran away, so Shadowmoth created Kuro Neko to make up for it.

So Ladybug convinces the kid to break her manaki-neko piggy bank, she de-evilizes the Amok, uses Miraculous Ladybug to fix the damage, and Catwalker just finds the lost cat off-screen, saying he'll have Plagg return the ring to Cat Noir's civilian identity before the two part ways.

Back in Adrien's room, he and Plagg briefly talk about the possibility of all the training he went through leaving him unable to transform into Cat Noir again, before Plagg reassures him that if he can go back to being Cat Noir if he just acts like himself, leading to another really good exchange between the two.

I really think this is a better way to describe the duology between Adrien and Cat Noir than when “Lies” implied Cat Noir was just Adrien's true self. This is a great way to explain Adrien's personality and how just because he acts differently as Cat Noir, it doesn't mean putting on the mask makes him a different person entirely. I just really wish this was part of a character arc where Adrien came to terms with who he is as a person. We got hints of it in “Wishmaker”, but other than that, it really needed more development, as well-written as this scene was.

And so the episode ends with another nice scene where Cat Noir sort of apologizes for temporarily quitting while Ladybug reaffirms their partnership and his value to her.

For the first time in a while, I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this episode as a whole. On the one hand, it still had some really frustrating moments with how Marinette was blamed for everything that Cat Noir did when some of his actions were out of her control, but on the other hand, it had some really good moments where she and Adrien learned some important lessons that strengthened their partnership, and unlike “Glaciator 2”, they weren't undone at the very last minute.

A lot of the problems I had with the episode was that despite trying to give both of them a point in this argument, Marinette really got less attention or time to explain her side, mainly thanks to Plagg spending a lot of his scenes either yelling at Marinette or tricking her. Then there's the stuff with Catwalker. I really don't get how in a show about love, the only time the Love Square is actually used for comedy, it's to make fun of Marinette for crushing on Adrien, with or without the mask. You never see Adrien feeling embarrassed for his crush, or him humiliating himself in front of Ladybug as Cat Noir. It's just a serious double standard that comes into play here. The writers also don't understand what Marinette has to do as the team leader and as the Guardian. To them, it doesn't matter how stressful her life is, Adrien's problems seem to be more important, and as a result, we don't really get to see Marinette explain how hard her life is or possibly have her say there are times where she has to fight without Cat Noir, as much it pains her to do so without her partner.

As for Adrien, the writers still seemed to favor him this episode, having Plagg fight most of his battles and did most of the work convincing him to not give up being Cat Noir when on any other show, he'd get called out more for his selfish behavior. He literally chose to sit out at least one Akuma fight, and it was treated as a joke. You know if Marinette tried something like that by giving Alya the Ladybug to take care of an Akuma she didn't want to fight, she'd probably be called out by everyone else in-universe and in the fandom. The whole idea of his feelings for Ladybug being the reason why he couldn't stand to see Ladybug relying on other heroes for help just made no sense and barely got any explanation, even though it was the driving force behind the plot. The “true self” bit at the end, while it was nice, it really should have been its own character arc that led to this episode, just like the whole plotline about Ladybug and Cat Noir's partnership all season.

Putting those two aside, this episode still had a lot of plot contrivances to make everything happen. Why weren't Alya or Su-Han mentioned when Marinette was thinking about how a new Cat Noir could be selected? Why did Shadowmoth only give a kid access to a Sentimonster without akumatizing her? Why did Tikki go along with Plagg's plan? Why was Ladybug able to stop Kuro Neko with ease when the entire point of the episode was to show how valuable Cat Noir was as a partner? If the answer to any of these questions was “I have no idea”, congratulations! Maybe someday you can come up with a script as mediocre as this episode.

The biggest problem I have has to be the way Adrien acts as Catwalker. While it's nice to see him adopt a calmer persona who thinks things through more, the fact that again, this wasn't the result of character development or an arc of any kind just didn't do him any service. If Adrien was really this strategic during an Akuma fight, why does he still let Ladybug do all the thinking? It only serves to show Adrien could step up more as a hero and lessen the burden Ladybug goes through having to always save the day, but instead, he chooses not to. I guess it's because if he does, Ladybug just can't focus correctly. You know “putting on a mask of perfection” and “thinking more when you're in the middle of a fight” aren't mutually exclusive terms, right, writers? I want to wait and see if the rift in Ladybug and Cat Noir's partnership is acknowledged again or if there's a plot twist in the season finale before I really give my thoughts on this arc as a whole.

Other than that, I still thought the pacing of this episode worked more than it did in other episodes. There was enough focus on the temp heroes to show how Adrien feels about them, there was a good amount of time spent refining Adrien's new persona while building up to the speech at the end, and I really liked how they kept the identity of Kuro Neko a secret while focusing more on analyzing it rather than just fighting it directly.

Overall, I guess I'd put this episode in the same category as “Wishmaker” and “Gabriel Agreste”. It's an episode with some really good moments and ideas, but it just needs some fine-tuning before it can really be as good as “Optigami” or “Guiltrip”.

Alright, what's the next episode to air this season? Oh crap, this one has a celebrity guest star?

I need to watch some more Fresh Precure to clear my mind. It's a good thing that show doesn't rely on celebrity guest stars to boost ratings.

SON OF A BITCH!

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 4

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! 

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Chapter 4

“Dearest, I am  appalled. “ My father said apologetically. “ Jungkook told me what happened at the dinner and I’m beginning to rethink this whole idea. These pups need to be on a leash , if they cannot control themselves to this extent.” 

I was curled up on the couch next to my dad, his fingers gently stroking my hair while he stared at the screen in front of us. It carried all the accounts of the mansion for the week and the numbers made my head swim . So I ignored it, eating the freshly baked macarons that  cook had sent up from the kitchen. 

My father occasionally consulted from a bunch of files spread out on the table in front of him and I shuddered again when I thought about Mingyu. 

“He was an awful choice father. I should have just told you to set things up with Yugyeom.” I grimaced. 

My father nodded at once.

“Of course dearest, I’ll talk to him myself and see if he’s free this weekend. Will that work for you?”

“thank you father.” I said brightly, curling up next to him.

For a few minutes, we both stayed quiet, him humming as he leafed through the files, me munching on a few ripe tangerine pieces. 

“What do you think of Jungkook?” My father said suddenly, making me cough. 

I swallowed, throat dry.

My father felt me stiffen against him and he chuckled. 

“Don’t panic, love. I am way too old not to recognize heartache when I see it. Especially in my own daughter. Your display at the breakfast table yesterday was quite unlike you and I realized, it’s not just a silly infatuation anymore, is it  ? ” He rubbed the back of his fingers on my cheek, soothing and gentle. 

I didn’t reply. 

“I think he’s a good...man.” I finished.

“Ahhh...” My father chuckled. “  Man.  Here I am , trying to foist you off on boys who’ve barely popped their fangs for the first time .... when it is obvious that what you need is someone reliable and in control. Therein lies the appeal, does it not, dearest? ” 

I flushed red, scrambling to sit up , and clutching the fabric of my skirt in a death grip. 

“It’s... it’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” I choked out. 

My father hummed. 

“Have you told him how you feel?” He asked gently and I stared at him.

“You’re not mad.?” I whispered.

My father chuckled.

“Why would I be mad?  I’ve known him for five whole centuries. He’s a fine, upstanding man. Jungkook is fair and strong. He is more than capable of taking care of you and the best part, you would be able to live here forever. I would be lucky to have him as my son in law.” He said firmly. 

I felt my body go lax in disbelief. 

“Somi .. Somi said...That you wouldn’t approve. Because he isn’t from a strong clan. ”

“Somi worries too much about what the others in our clan may say.  Especially your uncle. He’s coming back soon remember? “ My father grimaced. 

I felt a shiver run through me. 

“Uncle Jaebum? He’s coming back?” I whispered, terrified. 

My father hummed, kissing the side of my head.

“Yes he is, love. But don’t worry. I’ll handle him. Your uncle still believes that lineage plays some role in how a vampire turns out but couldn’t be more wrong. i mean , young Mr. Mingyu has single handedly proven  that theory wrong , hasn’t he?” My father shook his head, laughing, “  So tell me, has Jungkook agreed to court you?” 

I groaned. 

“He has categorically stated that he doesn’t want to court me.” I said softly.

My father laughed at that.

“That must’ve been a novel experience for you.” 

I pouted. 

“Father!” I whined. 

“Alright, alright ...dearest. I won’t tease. Did he say why? ” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 

“Because I’m too young? Possibly.... He said something about carrying too much baggage and not wanting to ruin my life.” 

My father made a noise of impatience.

“The boy is an overthinker. He’s always been that way. He doesn’t look that way but he cares deeply about hurting others. It’s possible he’s only trying to protect you. Albeit in a very misguided way. “

“ Perhaps. But, whatever the reason, he’s not willing to court me. So, no. i don’t think he wants to be your son in law. I wish I could change his mind. ” I muttered, snuggling closer into him. 

“Ah, you know I can’t change his mind for you, don’t you flower? That’s your job...”

I sighed. 

“I know...” 

“If Jungkook does choose to court you. You will have my blessing. I will give you a wedding that will make the world watch in awe. “ He said firmly. 

i laughed. 

“Really? You made Somi marry Jimin in the barn on the estate.” I grinned. 

“Well, Don’t tell your brothers and sisters but you are my favorite after all. “ He whispered conspiratorially and I grinned. 

It was funny because I knew he wasn’t even lying. 

After my mother had left the clan, my father had taken on the role with enthusiasm. Unlike the head of clans all over the world, my father was approachable , friendly and deeply involved in his children’s lives. And he had always adored me. 

“And even if Jungkook doesn’t realize how amazing you are, remember that there are plenty of good men out there. I want you to be happy, dearest. I will not settle for anything less than your complete happiness. “ My father said fiercely and I hugged him closer. 

I loved this man too damn much. 

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“ You’re so good at what you do, Sera .” Lee Minhyuk gave me a seductive smile as he watched me wrestle his one year old daughter into her booties with one hand while i kept the other wrapped around her to stop her from toppling backwards on the small seat. 

 How about you stop flirting and help me dress your daughter , you asshole, I thought angrily, grunting from the effort of crouching for long periods of time. 

When the fluffy blue fur boots were finally on, I gave little Cherin’s squishy thighs a soft squeeze, pressing a kiss to her perfect cheeks. 

“Good bye cherry berry...” I sang softly, waving gently as she hugged her father’s legs before being scooped up into his arms. 

“So, are you free this friday? We could get something to eat?” Minhyuk gave me a wink. 

His wife was out of town. 

I offered a polite smile in return. 

“I’m going to have to pass on that. I don’t date parents, Minhyuk ssi.” I bowed my head lightly. 

Minhyuk looked annoyed but his gaze flitted to the 6′3″ man behind me, and he didn’t push the subject, merely bowing before leaving. 

Behind me Jungkook cleared his throat. 

I turned and he gave me a slow, lazy smirk. 

“You don’t date parents? Does that mean we’re not on for tonight anymore?” His eyes danced with mirth, mischief glinting in the black orbs. 

I flushed red. 

“Stop it, “ i hissed peering over his shoulder to make sure none of the other workers in the daycare had heard him. 

Jungkook smiled a little at the panic in my face. 

“But then , it isn’t really a date is it? You only want my body.” He sighed deeply in faux disappointment. 

I gave him an impish smile.

“It is the best thing you have on offer....” I shrugged. 

He laughed.

“Fair enough. Did you tell your dad about Mingyu? ” He asked as the workers began to leave one by one. Joowon had left with some of the other kids earlier, Jimin and Somi having promised to take the kids in the clan out for icecream. 

I picked up the stray blocks, dropping them into the huge laundry basket repurposed as a toy bag. i got on my hands and knees to peer under the huge wooden dresser in the corner, looking for stray blocks or toys and picking a few. 

 My back screamed in protest and i wondered if I was going to spend the rest of eternity with an achy back. I was just too young to be feeling this old. 

Was Park Jimin onto something with the whole yoga and stretching and exercise and healthy eating ? Should I stop binge eating french fries and possibly start eating salads? 

I sighed, straightening up and twisting my torso a bit only to find Jungkook with his gaze leveled very obviously  on my ass. 

So much so he didn’t even notice I was looking at him. 

I cleared my throat and his gaze left my butt, meeting mine with an absolutely unrepentant look on his face. 

“What?” He shrugged. “ I’m just seeing what I’m going to be working with tonight .” 

I felt my face flame, hating the way an absolutely ridiculous smile was threatening to make its way onto my face. I turned away quickly, crawling on all fours to the next dresser and peering under it too. 

once all the toys were put away and I’d double checked the to do list on the board , We finally closed the day care down for the night. It was just  little past six and I stood by the door, watching while he carefully checked all the side gates and the backyard. 

Slipping the key into my backpack , I began the walk back to the mansion and he fell into step next to me. 

“You didn’t answer my question....” He said softly and I blinked.

“Oh?” I couldn’t remember. 

“ Did you tell your father what happened with Mingyu?”

“Did you?” I retorted. and he shrugged. 

“I had to give a complete play by play report. Your father was incredibly upset.” 

I chuckled. 

“He’s very protective of me..” I shrugged.

Jungkook went tellingly quiet.

I felt foreboding rise inside me. Jungkook inhaled sharply, obviously staring to say something but i cut him off quickly. 

“He likes you!!” I blurted out quickly. “ I mean..he approves of you... Told me he wouldn’t mind you being his son in law.” 

My lack of filter was going to get me  killed  one of these days. 

Jungkook however seemed more amused than annoyed. 

“Well, considering the kind of candidates in the race, I can see why he would prefer me. “ He laughed. 

I frowned. There was something smug in his tone that irked me. He shouldn’t get to be smug about something like that when he didn’t even want to be with me in the first place. 

“They’re not all clowns. Yugyeom is a great guy.” I said sharply.

Jungkook’s eyebrow shot up.

“Is it so?”

I nodded, honest. 

“He’s older... almost two centuries old now and he’s a good friend.” 

“Two centuries? How on earth did he become your friend?” 

“He was one of my tutors during college. So I kind of had a crush on him.... It was all exciting .... You know, teacher and student .....forbidden love and all that “ I smiled. 

Jungkook gave me a cheeky smile. 

“Ahh...ever sucked his dick off under the desk? Or dreamed of it at least? ” He asked casually and I choked.

“ What? “ 

“Why do you look so shocked? isn’t that the most common of fantasies?“

I glared at him .

“No... I did not. That’s indecent.” 

He stopped walking. 

I walked a few steps ahead and paused, turning to stare at him. 

“What?” I demanded. 

“Sera , what the actual fuck do you think we’re going to be doing tonight?” He asked thoughtfully. 

I spluttered . 

“I... Its different. I was too young back then. Of course I know what you’re going to do tonight.” I said impatiently, turning around to keep going. 

But his hand shot out, gripping my arm and pulling me to him. I crashed into his chest, gripping the fabric to steady myself. 

“For someone who was so eager to have me show her the ‘ ropes’ , you’re quite intent on running from me, anytime i bring it up.” He whispered. 

i stared resolutely at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. It wasn’t that I was shy per se. But just looking at his face made me lose my braincells. 

“I’m not running away. I just....” Don’t want to read too much into your flirting. Your teasing. Your interest in me. I have to keep my heart safe and I can’t do that with you offering me all of your attention....

“Don’t be nervous, alright? I’ll take good care of you.” He smiled softly. 

 God, I hated this man. 

I could feel heat pool in my belly, spreading all over my body and the urge to throw myself into his arms was so overwhelming.

“I know you will. “ I said softly, finally looking up at him, pressing my palm to his face. “ You’re a good man. A kind man. I knew the minute I saw you that you’d take good care of me. ” 

The words seemed to affect him and he bit his lips, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.  

“We should go.” He said shortly, pushing away from me and walking away briskly. 

“Who’s the one running now, Jeon Jungkook?!!!” I yelled after him and he flipped me off without turning around. 

Laughing, I ran to catch up with him again. 

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At 10.55 , I stood outside Jungkook’s room, nervous but eager.

 It wasn’t even the prospect of sex, I thought giddily. Just the idea of spending time with him, of listening to him talk, of having him at touching distance .....it was so intoxicating. 

I knocked lightly. 

Jungkook opened the door , a smile on his face and it was jarring, how young he looked like this. 

He was clearly fresh out of the shower. Hair wet and and still dripping a little, he was dressed in a grey hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to show his veiny forearms and grey sweatpants, hands tucked into his pockets as he shook his hair out of his eyes. 

It was a futile action and all it really did was send water droplets flying all around. 

I blinked against the unexpected spray, water clinging to my lashes and my cheeks. 

“Hey!! “ I protested. “ Are you a puppy? Use a towel like the rest of the world.” I mumbled. 

He laughed. 

“Come in, princess.” He grabbed my wrist, tugging gently and I stepped into his room, looking around eagerly. 

He closed the door behind us and I heard him pull the dead bolt into place before turning the key as well.

No interruptions then.....

Good. 

“Your room is actually bigger than mine.” I frowned, noting the big four poster bed, complete with a white curtained canopy. I let my gaze fall to the clean white sheets and my mind flashed back to the beautiful Helena, sprawled on the bed in nothing but her underwear. 

I swallowed the bitter jealousy that threatened. 

Hands wrapped around my waist from behind and he hugged me close, the warmth of his chest heavy and amazing on my body. I jumped a little when i felt the gentle press of his lips on the curve of my neck. 

“You sure about this? We don’t have to do anything at all tonight. We can kiss a little, watch a movie and sleep. But you’re a big girl so I’m gonna let you call the shots.” He lightly grabbed a huge chunk of my hair, lifting it out of the way before kissing the back of my neck. 

“Uh...” I stared straight ahead, already half aroused. “I want....to feel good.” 

He laughed against my skin, his hold around me tightening. 

“That can be arranged.” He said hotly, teeth nipping  at my skin before he gently turned me around in his arms. 

I looked up at him, drinking in his gorgeous face and he hummed, eyes narrowed as though in deep thought. 

“Bed?” He prompted and it was ridiculous, how one word could turn me on that bad. I nodded, making to move but he surprised me, crouching and grabbing the back of my thighs, pulling me up so easily, that I shrieked. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, more by instinct than intent and he laughed at the look on my face. 

“This always gets the ladies going.” He winked and I flushed. 

“Show off...” I muttered, lightly punching his shoulders and he shrugged.

“I don’t hit the gym five times a week to  not  show off darling.” he drawled, walking over to the bed and tossing me on the mattress. I bounced off the surface, squawking in surprise and I scrambled to sit up but he was already grabbing the hem of his hoodie and tossing it off. 

I’d never seen him shirtless but before I could fully appreciate the view, he was climbing on the bed. He grabbed my ankles, tugging me away from the head board and I landed on my back with an oof. 

“Ow. You’re being entirely too careless with me. “ I protested. 

He crawled forward on his knees, closer and closer till he was throwing one leg over my body, straddling my waist. 

“Thought you wanted to be put in your place.” He reminded me and I grinned up at him. 

“I think I’m right where I want to be. Under you.” I said honestly and he nodded.

“It’s where you belong.” He whispered, taking me entirely by surprise .

 My heart began pounding a familiar ache, a familiar pang. I knew it was an illusion. He didn’t for a second believe I belonged here but it was hard not to believe him, when he was hovering over me , looking like a fallen angel. 

God, don’t get emotionally invested. He doesn’t actually mean it, you fool. 

“Kiss me.” I held my arms up and he lowered himself carefully, keeping his weight off me as he kissed me, soft and gentle. I let my fingers tangle in the damp ebony locks, tugging gently as he angled himself better, tongue begging entrance. 

The heady mint taste of him, sent me into over drive and I wrapped both my legs around his waist, pulling him down. 

I took a second to just take him in.

The scent of his skin against mine, clean and woody, slightly sweaty, but mostly just musky. The smell of a man . The weight of him on my body, the hardness of his arousal evident even through the sweatpants. He pulled back to stare at me, his fingers brushing my cheeks. 

“You have perfect lips for kissing. Lush and plump. Like tiny pillows I can sink my teeth into.” He whispered, catching my lower lip between his teeth and tugging. 

“You have beautiful nipples. I want to lick them some day. .” I breathed, running my thumb on the curve of his cheek bones. 

Jungkook stared at me in complete shock for a second and then  laughed . 

“Thats.... a new one. Jesus. “ he shook his head, almost in disbelief. 

“Sorry.” I flushed and he waved off my apology. 

“You wanted to feel good right? Shall I start?” His eyes twinkled. 

I nodded, way too eagerly and he laughed harder. 

“Okay, let’s get you out of these clothes, princess. “  He grabbed my arm, pulling me up to a sitting position before gently tugging the t shirt off my chest. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his breath caught s he stared at my breasts.

He stared at them for a second, swallowing before, glancing at me .

“Beautiful.” He said, voice deep and husky. 

“Thank you .” I said primly. 

He laughed again and shook his head.

“I can’t remember ever laughing so much before sex. This is so weird.” 

“Weird bad?” i asked, nervous.

He shook his head.

“Weird good.” He leaned in, kissing my cheek just as he hooked his thumbs into my shorts, pulling them down easily and leaving me completely naked. “ Weird adorable.” 

I crossed my legs, drawing my knees up at once, feeling devastatingly shy. 

His eyes softened. 

“You want me to turn off the lights? “ He asked gently. 

“Yes please.” I said desperately and he nodded, quickly climbing off the bed and fumbling with the light switches. He left a single light on , near the closet. It left the rest of the room dimly lit. 

“Am I the first one to see you like this?” He asked, rubbing his hands together before climbing onto the bed again. 

“Um... after the age of ten, yes.” I laughed nervously. 

He hummed. 

“You’re gorgeous. Toss me that pillow.” He pointed to the one next to my head and i handed it to him.

“Lie down for me darling.” He smiled. 

I hesitated, closing my eyes tight just because it was overwhelming, seeing him in front of me , shirtless and being naked in front of him. 

I laid back slowly, knees still pulled up and feet on the bed, thighs pressed together. 

My heart was pounding , less from nerves and more from sheer anticipation. I’d waited long enough for this to truly feel nervous or want to back out. 

And the fact that it was with Jungkook... I’d pretty much hit the jackpot in first time experiences. 

Hands on my knees made my eyes fly open and I found myself staring up into his face.

“You okay?” He asked gently. 

i nodded.

“Let me between your legs?” He asked sweetly. 

I felt the blood rush to my face, my legs shaking as I spread my knees and thighs, enough to give him space between them. His fingers closed around my ankle lightly, gentle as he ran his hands up and down my legs. 

“Relax alright. You wanted to feel good and I’m going to make you feel good. The only thing you need to do is... well.. feel.” He smiled, impish bunny teeth bright even in the darkened room. 

I nodded, closing my eyes. 

“Don’t wanna watch?” He teased and I shook my head. My pulse kicked up at the very thought of it. 

Jungkook wasn’t anything like I’d imagined, I thought miserably. He had been attractive as the stoic, serious man who wanted to do the right thing but like this : naught and flirty and charming , he was absolutely devastating and i wasn’t sure i could come out of this unscathed. 

I couldn’t fight the feeling that I was making a huge mistake . that this whole thing was going to end with my heart ripped to shreds....

His lips against my forehead pulled me out of my thoughts and I swallowed. 

“I’m going to touch you.” He said softly and I shuddered when his hands closed over my breasts, gentle but firm, kneading the flesh very slowly, thumbs rubbing back and forth on the nipples till they tightened. 

I bit my lips to stop myself from crying out, the sensation overwhelming and foreign because it was someone else’s fingers and not my own. 

“Hey... “ one soft finger pressed against my lips, parting them gently and i sobbed out loud. “ None of that.... You should be as loud as you want to...how else will I know if I’m getting the job done?” 

“You’re getting it done..” I choked out, shaking all over and his kissed my lips again, quick and hard. 

“So beautiful.” He murmured, lips pressing kisses down my chest and across my breasts.

“Since you wanted to lick my nipple, let me uh...return the favor? In advance ?” He laughed against my skin and I inhaled sharply when he nipped at the fleshy mound. 

His lips closed around my nipples, the suction gentle but his tongue wet and insistent .

I went completely still, my hands flying to his hair and gripping so hard he grunted . My hips lifted off the bed at the sensation, every nerve ending on fire as he kept suckling and licking and god, his teeth...he was using his teeth to bite down on the nub... making me thrash my hips , my body completely overwhelmed . 

He kept his lips over the peak, licking the tip over and over till it was tender and wet and hard . He used his hands to knead the other side, thumb rubbing insistently on the neglected nub and I felt my toes curling into th mattress, my arms drooping to loop around his neck as he began to move his hips as well, grinding down on to my thigh. 

I was going to black out from having my nipple played with, I thought vacantly.

“Probably won’t feel this good for me but I’m glad you like it.” He laughed again and I loved the sound of it. Loved that he seemed to be enjoying this too. And I wanted him to enjoy it. Wanted to make him feel good too.

So I let my hand drop, down to his waist and then to the front of his pants.

He froze over me. 

“Sera-”

“I want to.” I said desperately, knowing what he was going to say.  . “ Please , let me touch you too-”

“Hey hey...shush..”He kissed me again quick and heady. “ Remember what I said? You call the shots.... “ He pressed another kiss to the corner of my lips. “ Want me to take off my sweats?” 

I nodded, “ Yeah.” 

He wiggled out of his pants quickly and i cursed myself for wanting the lights turned off. 

I hesitated, rubbing my palm on his pecs and tracing the muscles down to his tightly packed abs and then hesitating. 

“You can touch.” He said hotly and I swallowed, letting my fingers flutter down between his gloriously thick thighs. His skin was smooth and hard , like silk over steel and I let my fingers go lower, past the light dusting of hair to the thick, rigid length of him , my fingers closing over the hardness of his cock. 

Jungkook jerked forward, head burying into the pillow near my head and he swore.

“Fuck...” He sounded strangled and I laughed , gripping him harder but not a lot because I wasn’t sure how much was too much. .

“I have no idea what I’m doing...” I admitted weakly , loosening my grip a little to stroke up and down over the length of his cock. 

“Fuck.. just the fact that you’re doing it is going to make me cum.” He choked out and I laughed, ridiculously flattered.  

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.

“Lick it.” He said softly. 

I went still, my brain grinding to a halt.. Lick....??

 My eyes went wide.  

And so did his.

“Your palm.” He choked out. “ Lick your palm not my..... Your palm. It’s too dry.” 

Oh..  oh.

Lick my palm. Not his cock. Right. Got it. 

“Okay...”I drew my hand up and hesitated , unsure . Jungkook watched me like a hawk, eyes trained on my mouth and I bit my lips, cupping my palm and spitting into it, twice for good measure. feeling absolutely filthy.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed as I took my hand down to his cock again, wrapping my hand around it and it did feel better, easier to jerk him off with the lubrication. I moved my hands up and down , with  no rhythm and Jungkook gritted his teeth. 

“Okay... I’m gonna.. “He shivered a little when I tentatively pressed my thumb to the head, surprised to find him wet , on the top. I gathered the moisture around his slit, spreading it all over the head of his cock, using my fingers to rub circles over the crown , fingers tracing the thick vein on the underside. 

 inside me. This is going to be inside me. 

 I felt my thighs shake, my insides clenching, wetness dribbling out of me as I squirmed. 

“Please... Jungkook , I...”

“I got you...” He whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his cock. 

“hey-” I pouted but he shook his head. 

“If you don’t keep your hands off,  this'll all be over before it even begins,.” He said dryly. 

I closed my eyes again, my nerves picking up. 

“Listen...” He said suddenly and I blinked, staring at him. “ I’m going to get you wet...” Oh, god, “ With my tongue.” 

My entire body went taut. 

“I..”

“It’ll make it easier... trust me. And It’ll feel good. Wasn’t that the goal today? “ He tossed me a wink, squeezing my thighs a bit. He moved back and grabbed the pillow.

“Lift your hips up for me.” He said gently and I raised my butt, jerking when he folded the pillow in half and pushed it under my hips. And the he was crawling backwards, till his face hovered over my belly button.

“Throw your legs over my shoulders....” He said briskly, gripping my thighs , one in each and spreading my legs apart. I did as he asked, the back of my knee resting on the hard muscles of his broad shoulders and i raised my head a bit to peer down at him. 

The sight of jungkook’s gorgeous fucking face between my thighs got seared into my head and I fell back, already overwhelmed. 

He pressed a soft kiss to my thigh, a little nip my skin and then sucked the skin at the juncture of my hip and thigh. He was breathing in suddenly, a loud, shuddering inhale.  His breathing wavered and i felt the sharp pin prick of teeth. 

“Shit..”He pulled back and I jumped a little, watching him struggle. He glanced at me and I saw the flash of white between his lips. He’d dropped fang...and was clearly struggling to get them to retract. 

“You can do it..” I said feverishly. “ Jungkook , you can.... Drink.” 

He shook his head and glanced up at me and the look in his eyes made me startle .... because it looked like he was going to get up, move away , possibly call off this whole thing and no...no that was absolutely not going to happen. 

I was not letting him back out of this. 

He tried to move, but I grabbed his hair, yanking his mouth back to my thigh. 

“Fucking do it...” I snapped angrily and his eyes widened at my tone, “  do it and then fuck me , Jungkook or I swear to God I’ll  -” 

Sharp, sharp pain lanced through my spine as he bit down, fangs piercing my skin with ease and I felt the rush of liquid as it left my body, filling his mouth as he gulped. 

His venom worked its magic, the pain dulling to a throb, a pleasant heady intoxication....meant to make the bleeding out painless, meant to make death pleasant for the prey but for me it was just pleasure.

 Pleasure because he could have his fill and I would still be able to give him more. 

Pleasure because with me, he could indulge himself, as much as he wanted without worrying about the consequences. 

Jungkook groaned against my thighs, his shoulders shaking as he drank and I stroked his hair, petting the dark strands as I fought the slight lightheadedness, knowing that it would pass soon. 

Jungkook sucked deeper and I parted my legs moaning when my head began to spin, and then I felt his fingers touch my center, parting my folds , spreading the wetness all over his fingers before his thumb pressed down on my clit, rubbing insistently. I felt myself dripping all over the sheets, so wet and swollen and throbbing... 

“Oh, god yes... That feels so good, Jungkook .. I...” I gasped  as he slipped one long finger in, deep and without any resistance. The warm wetness in my thigh began spreading and I heard him groan as he sucked harder, drinking me down like i was the finest wine. 

“Another... give me more...please...” 

He moaned, still drinking, still shaking as he pressed another finger in next to the previous one, deeper still, searching and stroking, tracing every ridge inside me, curling just right, and rubbing down on that spot inside me...the one I could never quite reach by myself. 

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his fang sinking in just a little deeper as he latched on tighter and my legs shook as I cried out. 

He hummed, using one hand to rub soothing circles on my thigh, while he rubbed his thumb across my clit , hard and the gentle and then hard again until it throbbed and ached , over and over again and I was sure the little nub was bruised, that I wouldn’t be able to touch it for a while without wincing. 

I was gushing , my arousal so strong that the sheets were soaked, wet and so damp and the sensation of his fingers, thick and deep inside me while his fangs bit down harder, while he fed from me, was just too much...too much. 

I exploded around his fingers , my orgasm so strong that my hips lifted right off the bed, and he fucked me through it, fingers pounding in and out of my wet swollen walls as he pulled away, fangs retracting and I struggled to get on my elbows , to get a look at him.

He looked completely wrecked, fangs still half out, lips red and dripping blood , eyes flashing scarlet and blazing with lust so potent , I felt my insides churn.,,. i stared at him as I clenched over his fingers and he closed his eyes, shoulders shaking as he tried to get his bearings but I grabbed his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him up and closer. 

“Inside!” I choked out as he tried to get up, looking punch drunk and out of it.” Get inside me.”

“Sera... you’re...” He was slurring his words and I cried out in sheer frustration, scrabbling to my knees and pushing him down till he was flat on the bed. 

 “ Please i need it... need your cock inside me Jungkook, fuck...”  I begged, my thighs aching and walls clenching from how desperately I wanted to be filled. I stuck my hand between my legs , gathering as much of my wetness as I could before gripping his cock, coating him in my arousal.

 There was something so filthy about his hard, thick cock covered in my juices that made my mouth water. I wanted to swallow him down, to feel his cock hit the back of my throat but I wanted him inside me too. 

Maybe next time. 

“Please....Please can I sit on your cock?!! “ i choked out, fully gone. Jungkook groaned at my words. 

“Yes.. fuck... Do it.. Come on baby, take what you want from me.” he whispered.  and I scrambled up to straddle his thighs. Gripping the base of his cock, I pressed the tip against my entrance, closing my eyes to brace myself, digging my knees into the mattress for leverage before sinking straight down . 

“Oh, fuck....” I shuddered, my entire body thrumming as he pressed in, the hard length of him cleaving me so easily there was absolutely no pain to even register. It was just new. Different. 

And so so exhilarating. 

I sank all the way down till my ass hit the hardness of his thighs. 

And then I couldn’t move anymore. My body shook with tremors and My hands began trembling. 

“Jungkook...please... I..”

He responded by reaching out and gripping me thighs.

“Look at me baby...!” He said sharply and I stared down at his sweat slicked face. His eyes flashed red for a second and then he tugged me down, till i was lying flat on his chest. His arms came around my waist, anchoring me in place. 

“Gonna give it to you good. Just stay still yeah?” He breathed against my ear as i buried my face in the crook of his neck. And then he was rolling us both over, till I was flat on my back, his hand closing over my thigh, spreading my legs apart as he pistoned straight in. 

We were both too far gone for any semblance of a rhythm and I stopped trying to move, merely wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging on as he fucked into me, so hard that I could feel him in my gut. I felt my hips ache from the sheer force of his thrusts, my thighs cramping from how wide he had me spread and my clit throbbing from the way his cock dragged across it with every thrust. 

Pleasure swelled, again, this time stringer and I stopped fighting to make it happen, sinking back and letting it crash over me , like a wave breaking over the cliffs. 

Jungkook groaned as I exploded around him, my walls clenching around his cock and milking him and he shuddered in my arms, his cock twitching inside me as he came, filling me up . 

I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as he trembled through the aftershocks. I felt my walls clenching, over and over again and Jungkook gave me a strangled moan.

“Too much...baby.. please stop... “ He begged and I froze, realizing that he was too sensitive and wanted to pull out. 

“sorry...sorry... “ I willed my walls to stop clenching and he made a noise of sheer exhaustion as he pulled out of me. 

I watched as he rolled off me, collapsing on his back, breathing hard. 

I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the wet mess of his cum, drip out of me and onto the sheets. I had the sudden made urge to stick my finger down there , scoop it up and taste it but I tamped it down. 

“Well.” I began.... 

He turned to look at me. 

I turned to him, still trying to catch my breath. 

“I’m not a virgin anymore.” I grinned wide. 

He groaned and ran a finger over his face. 

“Congratulations, Princess.” 

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Author’s Note :  Please i need holy water. 

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An Old Fashioned Meet Cute

A/N: hi! this is my first fic here and i hope you like it. comments and constructive criticism is very much appreciated just please be nice and i tried not to describe nor reader nor the Hilda character too much apart from the fact that they are plus size so it can cater to more people (altough the Hilda character is a white woman originally, I left that out because I wanted everyone to be able to read it) :D. and a huge thank you to @divine-mistake for encouraging me to make this blog and post my fics. ily Tay <3, this one's for you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!plus size Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Bucky didn’t remember much of his life before the war. Not as much as he would like, anyway. But he was content to at least have remembered something. The memories of his teenage shenanigans with Steve always made him laugh. But there was a memory that he didn’t even know it was on his mind until that day when he accompanied Steve to the thrift shop. And until an Avengers party, where he met you.

-

“Steve, come on… Shouldn’t you be showing me the wonders of the modern world?”, he mocked. He knew Steve was doing his best, he did. But he knew that this wasn’t just a friends’ afternoon. And Bucky didn’t need a babysitter.

“I will! I just thought it would be nice to see something less overwhelming first and Sam told me a thrift store would be a nice place to start. Most of this stuff is new to us anyway”, Steve said, picking up a CD of a shelf.

“Yeah, ok”, he mumbled. The things he did for Steve. He mindlessly wandered through the little cluttered store, browsing the shelves full of knick knacks. He saw vinyls, old books, a great variety of toys, some paintings and an old fashioned vanity, with an old mirror, a few vintage perfume bottles, and… Oh.

“Steve?”, he said, picking up the old calendar that was propped up against the stained mirror. Carefully, he lifted the calendar up, looking at his friend. He had seen it before, he knew he did. He flipped through it as he waited for Steve to make his way across the store, careful to not bump in any of the tables containing delicate porcelain tea pots. His eyes scanned through the cover, a delicately painted picture of a curvy woman and with the saying “HILDA, 1940’s calendar” in bold red letters above it.

“Oh wow”, Steve let out a belly laugh. “You remember when we stole some of these? Man, we even took these to war”, he said. He started to remember. Him and Steve running, each one with a calendar in hand, flipping through the pages, Steve whining that he would never find a girl like that. He didn’t even think twice before taking it to the counter, with Steve giggling like a school girl behind him.

“For the memories, punk”, he said in a stern voice and a frown, but with pink dusted cheeks.

“Of course”, Steve said in a mocking voice.

-

“So, Tony’s throwing a party next weekend”, Steve said as he entered the training room.

“I prefer the thrift store”, Bucky mumbled, without tearing his eyes from the punching bag.

“Come on, Buck. I think it will be good for you to go”, Steve said. “It will be something small, Tony will introduce the new team assistant, so no eyes will be on you”, that got Bucky’s attention.

“Small?”, he said, pushing his hair from his face.

“Very”, Steve assured, but he had that look that Bucky knew very well from his young years; the look he would get when he was about to pick a fight. He was up to no good. But he didn’t want another trip to a dusty thrift store.

“Yeah, sure”, he mumbled.

-

You were shaking in your boots. Yeah, you knew that you would work for them, which meant that you inevitably would have to attend this kind of things. But this wasn’t like your former office jobs, no. You work for the Avengers now.

“You can do this. You have to. Do it for the paycheck”, you said, trying to reassure yourself as you shakily applied mascara. As you browsed through your wardrobe, you let out a sigh. You remembered shyly asking for advice on what to wear from Natasha, but you took it with a grain of salt. She could wear a potato sack and still look gorgeous, and you were… Well, a potato. You knew this was another test. If you couldn’t handle all eyes on you and the eventual bickering that was about to happen, you were not fit for the job. But damn, you at least expected a few weeks of taking care of documents and serving coffee before a party. In a room. With the, quoting the tabloid you read that very morning “super team that saves the world and looks hot doing it!”. You were a pretty confident person. But this… Anyone would be nervous.

“You can do this”, you told yourself one more time before heading out.

-

When you got to the party, not everyone was there. You politely greeted everyone with a nod, and gave your name to the ones you didn’t have the pleasure to meet yet.

“You, pick your poison”, Tony Stark pointed at you while walking to the bar.

“No, thank you, Mr. Stark, I won’t be drinking tonight”, you managed to say, silently thanking all the gods above (even the one that was sitting not too far from you) that you managed to hold back the quiver in your voice.

“She doesn’t want to be vulnerable around us. Smart, I like her”, said Natasha. Sometimes you wonder if she was a telepath like Wanda.

“Is there anything wrong, Y/N? I sense that you are uneasy”, asked Vision, with those glassy unblinking eyes. You wondered if he was in your mind that very moment.

“Gee, I wonder why”, said Rhodes, before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m okay, just… A bit nervous, that’s all”, you said.

“Well, then you definitely need a drink”, said Tony, handing you a glass of champagne that no doubt cost the same as your previous paycheck.

Soon enough, the awkwardness made way to pleasant conversation. You laughed as you listened to their banter. It wasn’t like any business party you ever attended. No, it was more like a family gathering than anything.

The sounds of the elevator doors opening caught you attention as three men wide as refrigerators walked in, followed closely by a pretty young woman. Of course you knew them. You read all about them. Especially The Winter Soldier, the little devil on your shoulder taunting you by remembering you of every single time you talked to your friend about your crush on him.

“Sorry we’re late guys, Steve went to pick me up before the party and we had dinner”, said the blonde, linking her arm with Steve Rogers himself.

“Nah, Sharon, don’t cover his ass. We were late because the three of us had to wrestle Barnes into changing out of that old ass Henley”, said Sam.

Instantly, Tony and Natasha cheered and raised their glasses, making you laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny”, said a gruff voice coming from the bar, making you turn your head, seeing Bucky Barnes open a beer bottle with his vibranium hand. 'How did he sneak past everyone?', your thoughts were interrupted as you took him in. You wanted to personally thank Sam, Steve and Sharon for making him wear that tight fitting black shirt.

“Well, Y/N, here’s Capsicle, Mrs. Capsicle, New Captain, and Snowflake. Guys, this is Y/N, the new assistant. Oh, and there’s Spider Boy but he’s on curfew, Strange had to hop out of the dimension and Scott but he’s… He’s somewhere out there being small, I don’t know. Watch were you step, just to be safe”, said Tony

“Hi”, you gave a shy wave, being greeted right back.

-

If it wasn’t for the serum, Bucky is absolutely sure he would have a heart attack on the spot. You were wearing red heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a white button up blouse and he could see your curves, your strong arms, your thighs. You looked absolutely amazing. You look like one of the girls that Bucky would’ve rushed to ask for a dance back in the day. But what really made him stare is the fact that your body type looked eerily similar to the character of the calendar he spent an embarrassing amount of time staring.

As your eyes scanned the room as you were bombarded with questions, Bucky made sure to avoid your gaze, looking everywhere but your face: his shoes, the ceiling, the armrest on the couch, Steve’s shit eating grin. Oh. So THAT’S what it was about. Little shit.

Even avoiding your gaze, he made sure to keep his ears open. A man could be interested, right?

.

By the time the party ended, Thor and Bruce were sleeping, Tony was buzzed walking around singing Iron Maiden, Natasha and Sharon were talking, Steve and Sam were giggling like two school girls, Rhodes went home and Vision and Wanda were talking and looking out the window to the New York skyline.

Which left you – and Bucky – alone.

“Uhhh. I guess I’ll start cleaning, then”, you said. Your face was on fire. The only person that you were sure didn’t like you and you were awkwardly standing, not knowing where to look and what to say. It didn’t help that you were attracted to him but damn it, you were not going to lose this opportunity because of a school girl crush. So you decided to keep yourself occupied by taking some empty glasses and bottles from the table and taking them to the kitchen.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Let the cleaning crew deal with this in the morning!”, said Natasha.

“No, no, I don’t mind. I like to keep myself busy”, you said with a smile. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. You only hoped she couldn’t see how awkward you were.

“I’ll help”, he said, picking up some glasses and following you.

“You can pick up more of these glasses and I can start washing them”, he said. “I- I noticed you got your nails done, so…”, he said, and you shyly looked away while thanking him and making your way out of the kitchen.

.

In no time, the room was getting emptier. Vision and Wanda went home and Thor took Banner back to New Asgard. And you were almost done with the dishes, having also gotten rid of most of the empty food containers. As you both cleaned, you and Bucky got a bit more comfortable with each other.

“I’m sorry for seeming a bit standoffish earlier”, he said suddenly. “I’m not used to parties and I don’t know how new people will react to me. Especially pretty women”, you smiled at the compliment, but felt your heart ache. You were so caught up in your insecurities that you didn’t even consider his side of things.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t know how you feel but by what I’ve seen and heard, you have a family here. You’re out there fighting to save the world. Trying your best. This is redemption enough, don’t you think?”, you said as you put the glasses to dry, missing the awestruck look that Bucky sent you, a goofy smile making its way into his features. “Okay, you wait here and I’ll get what’s left”.

You were back in no time. “Okay, so just more two champagne flutes and one plate left”, you said but before you could give the dishes to Bucky, you slipped, and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s reflexes, you would’ve fallen hard. You yelped as the sound of breaking glass hit your ears and for a second you two just stared at each other, before Bucky pulled you closer and back to a standing position.

“Thanks”, you said as he helped you straighten up.

“Your ankle, does it hurt?”, he said.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so”, you said.

“Ah, I think it does. And I can’t let a dame go home alone on a hurt ankle”, he said, giving you a dashing smile.

“You know what, now that you’ve said it, it hurts really bad”, you said, catching on. “You know what’s amazing for a bad ankle?”, you asked, and the gentle smile in your lips and the mischievous glint in your eyes made his heart piston inside of his chest.

"What?", he said softly, stepping closer, like you were sharing secrets.

“Ice cream and a walk on the park. Very therapeutical”, you said, making Bucky laugh.

.

Before you knew it, Bucky had already scooped you up into his arms and rushedly announced that you had slipped and fell, whisking you away into the elevator.

“Dude, that took all night”, said Sam. “This is the smooth guy you told me about?”, he said, while Steve and Sharon laughed.

While everyone got ready to go home, Scott came out of the kitchen in his Ant-Man suit eating some leftovers.

“Someone owes me 20 bucks for making her trip”.

[jojikawa]

Mrs. Bucciarati | Bruno Bucciarati x Fem! Reader | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

┊❥ Part 6 - Down Time

MASTERLIST

✧『Fandom』: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

✧『Character』: Bruno Bucciarati

✧『Word Count』: 3,129 words 16,714 characters

✧『Summary』: The group kills time as they wait for Giorno and Mista to reach their destination.

The group quickly made its way back on the road to Venezia. Mista, Fugo, and Giorno were on the surface, driving the car while everyone else stayed inside to protect Trish as a second line of defense.

Inside the turtle, you had been sitting in between Narancia and Abbacchio. You had sat there first because Narancia wanted to show you something in the magazine he was reading but Abbacchio made it awkward by sitting next to you.

You had taken notice because previously, he was trying to avoid you.

Bruno was sitting on the other side of the table, his head tucked into the laptop that was used for communications. You wanted to talk but you felt like that would be distracting since he wanted to focus.

You didn’t know why but often, you would think of the first time the two of you met and the events that followed. You used to cringe at the memory of it but now that you were sure about your feelings towards him, it was wholesome.

One of your favorite memories with him was during a “charity” event your father held a few years ago. It wasn’t actually for anything charity-related.

Just another excuse to greet Italian capos. You hated it. You hated how corrupt your father was. He had a way of keeping investors while still doing dirty work.

Amongst them was Polpo from Passione in Italy and with him was a young Bruno Bucciarati. He was 17 at the time and you had just turned 16. Polpo agreed to take Bruno with him after much begging on his part. The boy just wanted to see you again.

That night, you were completely upset. Your father wanted you to sing since he and much of the staff agreed you had a nice singing voice. You were too nervous and honestly, you couldn’t even see yourself singing well at all. This upset him and he made you stay by him all night.

The ball was boring until Bruno had arrived. He found you quickly and wanted to talk. He figured that you were being held hostage by your father and wanted to help.

When we walked over, he cleared his throat. “Excuse me.” He said, grabbing your father’s attention. Your father had been speaking to a popular district attorney.

“It’s an honor to have been invited here, Mr. (l/n).” Bruno bowed, trying to seem as gentlemanly as possible.

Your father finished up his conversation before nodding the attorney away and taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, Bruno Bucciarati. I didn’t know Polpo was bringing you. I’m sure I only sent out one invitation.” Your father joked, even laughing when no one found it funny.

You just tried to tune him out, fiddling with your dress that was the same color as your father’s tuxedo.

Bruno humored him, laughing as well. “Well, you see, I couldn’t pass up the chance of hearing (y/n) sing so I had Polpo make room for one more.” His eyes lingered over to you. Bruno seemed so friendly and soft but he was tall for his age and it was almost intimidating…

You looked away, blushing after seeing the innocent twinkle in his eyes when he saw you were all dressed up. Normally, you were wearing loungewear since you were always inside. You looked so stunning!

“That’s too bad because little (y/n) over here decided that she didn’t want to help me pull any investors and she’s not singing at all tonight.” Your father lazily waved his hand in your direction, sipping more of his wine.

“I don’t believe I can sing. I’ve never had any lessons.” You spoke up for the first time. Your father narrowed his eyes at you. “Then after tonight, we’re getting you some.”

You sighed, looking away from your father and off to the side. This was so awkward… you wanted to leave.

Bruno saw what was unfolding and intervened before things could escalate.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Mr. (l/n). I’m sure (y/n) has an amazing voice. She’s just shy and there’s nothing wrong with that. Perhaps, I can help her build her confidence.” He offered his hand to you. You just stared at it.

Your father sighed. “I suppose so. I trust you, Bruno.”

Your father then let you spend the night with him and it was a lot better than just standing around.

All night, Bruno had been such a gentleman and even slow danced with you when no one was watching. You weren't very good and neither was he but you still found it enjoyable.

You had been reminiscing about the past when your thoughts were interrupted by Bruno who had been speaking to Abbacchio.

Bruno had gotten a message on the laptop asking Abbacchio to use his stand to reveal a message that was left behind.

Everyone had gathered around and you got up to look too.

Abbacchio decided to go back 15 hours. The person Moody Blues took the shape off was of the older man you had seen when you all first picked up Trish.

He explained more instructions for the team to follow. You felt so out of place. Everything about this was so bizarre. The moment you get to be with Bruno, you get wrapped up in some elaborate plan. You haven’t sat down with him since you arrived.

When you came to, you saw the image of Mr. Pericolo with a gun to his head. You had only zoned out for a moment! What happened?

Pericolo explained that because of his influence, the enemy knows that he’s helping Bruno deliver Trish. He isn’t a stand user so he doesn’t know how he could defend himself.

His only escape was killing himself before they got to him. It was tragic but these are things you sign up for in Passione.

He pulled the trigger and you saw red before Bruno hugged you to his chest and turned around to block the image of what you almost saw.

You tried to resist but he only held you tighter until the image of it was gone.

“Oh my god!!” You heard Narancia yell.

Trish and Abbacchio were speechless. You had wished that Bruno could’ve used his energy to protect the eyes of one of the children, especially Trish, but it was over now.

You wanted to cry but you were in so much shock. You felt like after everything was over, you would need some kind of therapy. It’s only been a few days and you’ve endured so much trauma. You were just a human.

“Bruno…” you tried to loosen his grip. “…let go.”

He squeezed you again when you had said his name but then without a word, he let go of you. He stood up to talk but his eyes were darkened and he was visibly sweating.

“Mr. Pericolo.”

You were dazed for a moment by his behavior but then you looked over at Trish who must have been traumatized.

You walked over and grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry that you had to see that. Are you okay?” You asked, sweetly. Her eyes darted over to you. She was shaking and sweating as well. It hurt you that she had to deal with all of this at such a young age.

“M-mhm.” She nodded and gave your hand a tight squeeze. “It’s going to be okay.” You told her.

You then realize that you would have to comfort Narancia, Fugo, and Giorno, as well. Being a mother figure wasn’t easy. You felt so obligated to be there for all of them but it was impossible.

You didn’t know how helpful Bruno was towards the younger members but you could only hope he took their mental health into account.

Before you could ask everyone about how they felt, Bruno had sent Mista and Giorno to drive while the rest of you stayed inside the turtle.

You couldn’t figure out why Bruno kept sheltering you. He wanted you by his side or inside the turtle at all times. You wanted to be able to help him protect everyone. You were tired of him acting like he could do everything on his own.

It was hard trying to get a good word in since everyone was in such close proximity. To everyone else, the way you and Bruno interacted was similar to parents. All of the kids had prominent parental issues so the two of you served as a support system when they needed it.

You were sitting next to Trish and you were unsure if you should give her space or make yourself available to speak to. You thought that maybe you should use this time to talk to Bruno but Trish had actually spoken first.

“Mrs. Bucciarati, what was your life like before you came here?” Her voice was pretty monotone as always but you could tell she was sad.

“My life? Well, I was pretty much a homebody. I just tended to my garden and practiced Italian.” You answered.

“Practicing Italian? Why?” She looked at you before realizing you weren’t a native Italian. It’s probably why your dialect sounded a bit different than most. You had a more formal way of speaking compared to the others.

“I’m from America and I know Bruno because I’m the daughter of a boss as well.” You explained with a smile. She didn’t reply to you. She just stared at you with her mouth opened a small bit. Maybe she could finally relate to someone.

You then turned your attention to Bruno who had been using the laptop. You were so worried about the boys. It didn’t feel right for you to send Mista and Giorno out on their own.

“Bruno.” You got up from your spot with Trish and went over to Bruno. You didn’t want to create a scene, so just in case things escalated, you spoke in English.

“I know you have faith in the boys, but is it really wise to send them out on their own? I could’ve gone with them.” You said down next to him, not really interested in what he was doing enough to look.

He just hummed before saying. “I don’t want you to be separated from me anymore. The last two times we got separated, you were hurt and every time we’ve been attacked, you were hurt.”

You huffed. “But you told me you were proud of me. You still don’t believe I can handle myself?”

“Cara mia, I know you can handle yourself but I just can’t have you hurt anymore. You were only taught to fight to a certain extent. If either of us makes a mistake then you could be killed.” His voice was firm. He’s never spoken to you in this tone before and it almost embarrassed you.

“But we have made mistakes. We both have. I’ve done my part in helping. I just still haven’t proven myself to you.” You turned away from him, upset that he was babying you and belittling the training you went through just for him.

Bruno look over at you who had been completely facing the other way. He reached over to your shoulder but you lightly jerked it away.

Why couldn’t you just understand that he was trying to protect you? Was it really wise to promise Giorno this ridiculous plan? Your first impression of Italy has just been filled with bloodshed. Although, if he didn’t then he never would have been Capo.

How long would it have taken him to reach the status of Capo normally?

Bruno pushed those thoughts out of his head. Maybe he was smothering you a little. It was just so hard not seeing you as a delicate flower anymore. He wished that he could’ve seen you more.

As an attempt to show affection, he reached out to your hand that has been free and resting on the sofa. The tips of his fingers brushed yours lightly but you had quickly curled them up, hiding them in a fist.

You didn’t seem to want to hold hands either.

Across the room, Fugo and Narancia were pondering on what you two could’ve been talking about. They didn’t know much English either. It was easy for the others to pay so much attention to you because of how new you were to them.

“Hey, Fugo, you know some English right? What do you think they’re talking about?” Narancia asked. “I’ve never seen Bucciarati so soft!” He hoarsely whispered into his ear.

Fugo, who was trying to rest his eyes, was getting annoyed at the boy. “No, Narancia, I don’t know what they’re saying. I’m not going to violate their privacy either. If it were meant for us to hear, then they wouldn’t have changed languages in the first place.” He explained. This made Narancia frown and retract himself.

You figured that maybe you should talk to Abbacchio for advice. You went over to the purple schemed man and Bruno’s eyes followed you curiously.

He watched as you talked to Leone with confidence and not anything at all like he expected. At first, when you first met them in Naples, he could sense your fear for that man but now you didn’t seem like you were at all.

“Leone,” You sighed and his head snapped over to you. You jumped at his reaction. “A-Abbacchio, I mean, sorry.” You raised your hands in defense and began to sweat. His neutral expression didn’t change. Deep down he didn’t mind your voice saying his name.

“As Bruno always called the shots this way? Sending the children out?” You asked softly.

This annoyed Abbacchio but still, his expression didn’t change. Of course, you would want to talk to him about Bruno of all people. Since you’ve been here, it’s just been about you and him and can’t even last 2 minutes apart when you’re just a foot away from him.

He knew that the only reason he felt this way was that he was jealous. He was probably just jealous of Bucciarati the whole time. What would it take for him to get a woman like you?

“Yeah. Always been that way.” He replied. “They know that they’re doing. Nothing new.”

A small gasp left your mouth. Everyone seemed so uncaring of the safety of the boys. But this didn’t have to mean the end.

You just had to be strong enough to protect them yourself. “I see.” That was all you had said. You didn’t care if it didn't seem like Bruno had faith in you or that there were so many children or how nonchalant Leone was about it. You had a stand too and you knew how to use it.

“Th-That’s all.” You smiled nervously before giving the man his space. You scooted further away, not wanting to move around too much and irritate everyone.

When you looked up, you saw that Bruno was just staring at you, watching. He looked upset but not angry. You wanted to comfort him but you were still upset with him. You’ve worked so hard and it’s like it doesn’t even matter to him.

For some hours, you occupied yourself with a magazine. You tested yourself by reading Italian fashion articles and keeping notes of things you wanted to buy with Bruno’s money. You made sure to bookmark pages with nice shoes and dresses you’d like to try on.

Your actions were interrupted by feeling a portion of the couch next to you sink. You looked to your left to see it was Bruno with the computer resting on his lap. He didn’t say a word and only shifted his weight so that his thigh was touching your exposed one.

This made you blush, so hard that physically acknowledged that he had done this when his goal was to be smooth with it.

“B-Bruno-” You whispered. Bruno ignored you, resting a free hand on the thigh closest to him. He leaned over, so close that the message you got was that he was trying to kiss you.

Really? In front of everyone? What’s gotten into him?

“Are you upset with me?” He whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. You would feel his breath hitting your ear.

“N-No.” You replied, turning your head to him.

His eyes were narrowed and his face frowned. He leaned in further but he didn’t kiss you. He…licked your face?!

You yelped, breaking contact with him. What the hell was that!?

“To me, it seems like you’re lying.”

“Huh? Is this that lie detection thing you told me about? I thought that was a joke…” You wiped the faint sign of saliva on your face. “Warn me next time, okay?”

He chuckled before kissing you softly. “I thought it would cheer you up.” He said in between breaths.

You kissed back tenderly, your cheeks burning at his actions. Was this a dream?

Your minor make-out session was cut short when Narancia had brought you both back to reality.

Butterflies grew inside of you as you covered your face and turned away. You were always such a shy and delicate flower and now he knew that he could tease you with a public display of affection.

Narancia had been volunteering to be the one to go out to be on the surface so that he could use Aureo Smith to find Mista and Giorno.

You parted from Bruno, enjoying the remaining time just leaning against him. His body was warm and his cologne was faint with a hint of sweat from all the intense fighting.

You were an odd couple but the love was undeniable.

Mista and Giorno were found. Mista had sustained a lot of injuries, which the blonde male healed with his stand.

You played your role and scolded Mista at his lack of awareness to which he replied by calling you “Mom.”

“You should be more careful. You can’t always expect your wounds to be fixed. Giorno can’t help you forever!” You tapped his forehead aggressively.

“Hey, Hey! Yeah, I get it, okay, mom?” He swatted your hand away. This made you giggle.

“Mom? Where’d that come from?” You asked, chuckling to yourself.

“ ‘Cause, you’re annoying like one.” He yelled at you with faint pink dust on his cheeks.

You were the first female figure in his life that worried about him the way you did. It was very easy for them to get attached to you since they were all from broken homes.

It has only been a few days but with Bruno’s tough love and your soft and gentle nature, you two were scaffolding for what having parents was like. Minus the killing of the mafioso members pursuing you, of course.

It was unfortunate that such a cute “family” would come to an end.

[kassies-take]

If You yelled at Supercorp after catching your partner cheating on you

~Friday~

Liam & Lucas: *enters front door, places backpack on the floor near the kitchen island and raids kitchen*

Lena: Hi boys *smiles* how’d the mission go?

Liam: alright. Quick, NC criminals think they’re funny.

Lucas: fun! *throws popcorn in the air and catches it* easy. Nothing Liam, Jeju and I couldn’t handle.

Lena: (Y/n), should be home soon. *continues doing work on her Ipad*

Liam & Lucas: *eats*

You: *comes in about 10 mins later*

Lena: hey baby, how was sch-

You: *stomps upstairs, goes to your room and slams the door*

Lena: do you guys know what happened to your sister?

Lucas: maybe her period

Liam: *scolds* Bro that’s a sexist generalization. No mom, we don’t know. She was okay when we left.

Lena: okay we will let her have her time alone for now.

You: *switches on sound proof walls, throws picture frames, screams and sobs*

~~~~~

Kara: *lands, enters from back door, back hugs Lena and kisses her* Hi

Lena: Hi *smiles & kisses back*

You: *comes down the stairs, puffy eyes, red nose, walks past supercorp and opens refrigerator*

Lena: nope dinner is ready in 10 mins. *closes fridge*

You: *grunts and moves to sit on the couch*

Kara: is she okay?

Lena: she’s been like that since she got home

Kara: that bad?

Liam: *doing homework on the coffee table*

Lucas: *playing video games* you look horrible

You: *sarcastic* thanks I looked in the mirror before I came down

Lucas: here *passes controller to you* button smash your anger

You: *button smashes*

Lucas: thanks!! *takes the controller back*

Liam: (Y/n/n) you okay

You: *huffs* I don’t want to talk about it, I just stopped crying *crosses arm, looks over at Supercorp and tears come back*

Kara: *chin rests on Lena’s shoulder, arms around her waist, tasting what Lena feeds her, moans*

Lena: *laughs, pecks Kara* does it need anything

Kara: I’ll eat everything you cook, you know that!

Lena: be serious please

Kara: needs a little bit of pepper or whatever spice you use.

Lena: *hums, adds in spice* kids can you set the table

Liam: on it!

Lucas: let me get to a check point!

You & Liam: *heads to dining area*

Liam: *pats your shoulder*

You & Liam: *finishes setting up the table.*

Supercorp, Liam & you: *moves the food to table and sits in their spots.

Lena: Lucas pause it or I will turn it off.

Lucas: I’m almos-

Lena: Now!

Lucas: *pauses and super speeds over*

Luthor-Danvers: *eats, chats about their day*

You: *head down*

Lucas, Liam & Kara: *moves onto seconds*

Lena: we’re going to (s/o last name)s tomorrow for dinner

You: why?

Lena: celebrating Mr. (s/o last but by name) becoming Chief of Orthopedic Surgery. As well as Mrs. (s/o last name) winning 700 cases.

Liam: that’s amazing for them.

Kara: I’m a little biased but I love that for them!

You: send Mr and Mrs (s/o last name) my congratulations. I’m not going

Everyone: *looks at each other*

Lucas: I would’ve thought out of everyone, you would be happy to see (s/o)

Lena: we promise not to embarrass you in front of (s/o)

Kara: we can’t help it though, you all are amazing kids and we want to share that! *rambles* who wouldn’t be proud to be your guys’ parents. Gosh I can’t believe how grown up you guys are. Lucas, captain of the baseball team, full ride scholarship to Division 1 schools. Liam, getting accepted to Ivy Leagues, having your own lab at L-Corp. Let’s not forget the superhero thing! And (Y/n)! Working on a feature film, incredible hand-to-hand combat and a beautiful love story.

You: *flinches*

Lena: high school sweethearts, if only Kara was mine.

Kara: don’t need to be high school sweethearts to love each other.

You: can we not talk about this please.

Kara: childhood best friends to lovers, best love story ever.

Lena: I would like to say our love story was the best. Friends, to enemies to lovers.

Kara: we were the best of our generation but

You: *grips utensils, hand turns white*

Lucas: Jeju I don’t think you shoul-

Kara: (Y/n) and (s/o)! *hums* young love.

You: *slams utensils* SHUT UP! SHUT. UP! *deep breaths*

Lena: (Y/n)!

You: *cries* I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.

Kara: *hugs you* It’s okay.

Lena: *moves to the other side of you and rubs your shoulders*

Liam: what happened (y/n)

You: *cries* they... cheated on me. B-Betrayed me. After you guys... left I went to the washroom. I heard them with some girl. They. They thought I left with Jeju. And they’ve been doing it for 6 months. *sobs*

Lena: Does (s/o) know?

You: no I hid in the stall until they finished...

Kara: *signs*

You: *sobs* I feel so h-hu-humiliated.

Kara: no, no.

Lena: c’mon I’ll run you a nice warm bath with Eucalyptus oils. Then after we can go to the tower and beat up some dummies.

You: I already beat up some things in my room. *stands up*

Lena: that’s okay. *guides you towards the stairs*

You: please don’t put them on a different continent or do evil Luthor things

Luthor-Danvers: *group hugs*

Lucas: no promises.

Lena: I’m first in line

Kara: I called second!

Liam: we love you (y/n)

[munchflix]

MUNCHFLIX - LADY IN THE WATER

IMDB BLURB: Apartment building superintendent Cleveland Heep rescues what he thinks is a young woman from the pool he maintains. When he discovers that she is actually a character from a bedtime story who is trying to make the journey back to her home, he works with his tenants to protect his new friend from the creatures that are determined to keep her in our world.

WARNINGS: M. Night Shyamalan tries to act, minor injuries, racial stereotypes, a lot of a woman being mostly naked

RATING: 2 scrunts and a moist scringo

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

Munch: *heavy sigh* I hate this movie so so deeply. With an ass clenching passion. I hate this movie like I love girl scout cookies. I don't understand how they took such an amazing cast and turned it into this complete ass disaster of a film.

Biscuits: I've never seen this, so I don't know. Oh my god Larry (our skeleton) scared the shit out of me! Munch can't have alchohol but I'm having alcohol!

M: So the movie opens with some bullshitty shit mythology that Night pulled straight out of his asshole. It's not cohesive, it makes no sense and it doesn't even really set up a base for this absurdity.

B: This is like the opening of watership down but sort of vaguely aboriginal australian looking. Maybe it's just supposed to be generic ancient looking. Ah yes, wolves, the natural enemy of water sprites.

In the beginning, the great Frith created the world...

M: The mythology doesn't even make sense in the current era of things. Being the early 2000's in the movie. So here we are with Mr....Heep. Everything is named so stupidly. He's a plumber or a landlord or something and he's murdering a rat or something while the tenants scream ten times. I can't tell if this is supposed to be funny or not.

B: My brother with a spider in the bathroom. "It was small and bad!"

M: we are introduced to a number of colorful and not at all racist characters.

B: Is this racist?? It feels racist, like they told her to sound more asian. Speak in broken english. Isn't Night Indian??

M: Yeah.

B: Come on! Asian on asian racism!

M: and here's Reggie. My boy deserved better. Reggie has one huge arm. For reasons that are never really explained. He works out only on one side of his body. Because...

B: Good to see the Charger from Left 4 Dead 2 is keeping busy.

M: And a crew of random smokers who will become strangely relevant even tho they're never given names.  And some film critic dude.

B: Damn is that my room? I feel called out. They hired me to be a local film critic for tumblr! I'm very smart and all my criticisms are right! I guess there's a war going on?

M: You remember the great war of...2006? So Mr. Heep is out by the pool and a naked chick just stole his keys. She is not human. She is....a narf. No that's really what she's called. He goes in after her because he thinks she drowned or some shit and sloshes around sadly and gets out.

B: And falls back in? They made it look very convincing. He wakes up and the floor is wet, been there. There's a WOMAN. Staring creepily at him.

M: But she had enough sense to get dressed and she speaks English. She asks him if he feels an awakening, which isn't at all weird.

B: This movie is weird. The woman's name is Story. It's like a metaphor or something.

M: It's pretentious bullshit!

B: Take a clue, Lady, he's not interested in your magical vision quest and you can get the fuck out of this apartment. She’s not a kid! that's a grown ass woman! Why did you mention her being a ‘kid’ and then have all this weird almost sexual implication with her and be all weird touchy feely? You couldn't put pants on the supposed child??

M: Man wakes to weird lady in his apartment, just rolls with it.

B: Probably assumes she's just another crackhead.

M: And now the grass wolf. Which is after Story for reasons. So they run back inside, was he just gonna throw her in the pool again?? He tries to describe the grass wolf to a pest control dude but he just sounds bonkers. Which anyone would because there's a crackhead pool lady and a grass wolf and this dude is just trying to maintain these apartments. Story discovers his shower. Mr. Heep wants information on the narf which he isn’t getting because they were made up for this movie.

B: He has the least convincing stutter ever.

M: He goes to the racist caricature lady's racist caricature mom who tell him about the narf which is like a sea nymph.

B:  I like how she's translating before her mom even stops talking.

M: More alchohol?? You're gonna pass out before this is over.

B:  I'm just...bringing it out here. In case I want more. She'll bring a great eagle? but why??

M: THE CHILD IN YOUR APARTMENT IS NAKED, HEEP. He's trying to solve this...mystery? Story is looking for someone? But we know absolutely nothing else.

B:  But he's just staring at the naked child. this is so icky, I don't like it. Maybe if they hadn't emphasized how young she was? Maybe don't have her have this weird almost romantic tension with an old guy?

M: So Mr Heep has to go around his weird apartment complex and try to find this magical person by interviewing the very colorful tenants. Like old butterfly lady, weird writer guy, one arm buff dude, overly attentive small child and wordsmith dad, room full of smoking dudes, and the worst part is that this cast of weirdos has the propensity to be so amazing and intense and make a just off the wall madcap story but alas....

B: Damn I remember when my dad told me not to put my clothes in the garbage disposal.

M: Your dad wouldn't do that.

B: My dad would put his clothes in the garbage disposal. Why is this character so racist? You know she can talk just fine, why is she referring to herself in third person?? It has to be exotic I guess? Some ethnic woman needs to impart the mythical story. Meanwhile Story is getting into stuff, and still not wearing pants.

M: and introducing M. Night in his own movie! So cool! So not self aggrandizing! So not narcissistic! He's a writer! Who doesn't do laundry.

B: m. night's self insert oc.

M: This is the worst part, is that this character becomes the super important linchpin of this whole dumb story.

B:  Okay Story....that's a good way to get exposition out, just have a character say it AT you. Just tell Mr. Heep exactly what the plot is.

M: Mr Heep thinks he's solved the mystery but since the movie is not over, he hasn't. He brings Night in to talk to Story because apparently he's the mystical writer dude except he just gets anxiety and leaves. This dialogue is so weird.

B:  Just sounds like Mr Heep is inviting him for a threesome. Mr Heep is just gonna keep his pet woman around. He's like Tom Bombadil, just keeping some random elf woman in his place. Also not being really relevant to anything.

M: He can't let Story go back in the apartments pool because there's a grass wolf and rules. Thank you for letting me wear your beautiful shirt.

B: He couldn't let her wear any of his beautiful pants tho. I just don't get why she has to be mostly naked all the time in this context?? I don't understand it. So I guess she just went back to live in the pool?? Okay? Something happened, she's upset and she's been scratched.

M: Grass wolf in slow mo! It's not safe! She gon' die now because grass wolf scritches are deadly to...narfs. So they brought her to M. Night's place. Like you do. His sister assumes Mr. Heep is banging her.

B: Who wouldn’t?! He's actually been respectful though. I wish I could look at a naked woman and just start writing again, is that what I'm missing?

M: It works for me. Now we gotta consult the stereotypes for more lore.

B: Scrunt?? (laughs) Scrunt.

Scrunt.

M: Yeah that's the grass wolf. They gotta find a way to stop it so she can run the 12 feet to the pool and be safe again.

B: Okay the lore gets thicker.....now's there's tartutics??

M: And rogue scrunts.

B: Is this supposed to be an allegory for Mr. Heep gradually writing the story himself? Mr Heep swum to a skyrim temple full of random garbage in his pool. Every pool has one. He's gotta find...something. Why is there an air bubble in the cup? The set design is atrocious. He can also hold his breath for a shocking amount of time.

M: They always can in movies.

B: He's found secret air bubbles stashed there just for him? And a butter knife to get this ancient stone door open. He just exhaled a ton so my man is suffocating right now.

M: Nah he's fine and he found the secret thing. this racist exposition shit is so tiring. Now they want Mr Heep to pretend to be a kid to unlock the super secret lore even though he just learned most of it from the asian caricature chick.

B: I guess I assumed because her name is Story it was a metaphor for a story? If I wrote a metaphor about writing it would be like a fucking brain parasite like Venom or some shit that takes over your brain and makes you write about sex rabies. I wouldn't write about SCRUNTS.

M: That's oddly specific. More weirdly inappropriate almost romance between Story and Mr. Heep. She could have told him all this from the get go.

B: No we needed like three scenes of him just getting expositioned all over.

M: God I hate this movie. I hate M. Night's acting and his self important self insert fucking wannabe important fucking bullshit. He'll become a great leader and you'll save the WHOLE WORLD, BIG BOY AND EVERYONE WILL LOVE YOU!

B: The man who read your book will grow up to be Donald Trump.

M: And now Mr. Heep is back with asian gramma who is gonna tell him the rest of this super secret fucking wtf ever story about shit nobody's ever heard of but is apparently huge in her culture.

B: Asian mom's face right there is my mood for this whole movie. Oh Story’s not allowed to talk about her world but we don't know why.

M: I love how everyone else in the apartment complex just goes along with all of this. Like oh sure fine, she's a narf and there's a grass wolf and no big deal. So now there's a whole bunch of people we gotta find. Symbolist, guardian, guild, and a healer. And honestly this shit is so obvious and why would all these people only live in this apartment complex??

B: They've been drawn there...you know...by the universe....

M: These are so obvious, it's not the dad. It's his kid. The smokers. The butterfly lady, and now we're getting fucking meta by talking to the critic dude

B: I really hate it when most things get meta, it's super self referential and it's hard to do right and it's almost never good. Oh whatever, this is dumb. We've got everyone gathered together now to look at the naked woman in the shower while crossword dad tries to solve this shit.

M: Story stares blankly at everyone while they plan a party around a sense of smell. But the eagle won't show up to take her back or whatever.

B: We didn't have the budget to animate the giant eagle so it's not gonna show up for us. Also that's now how a sense of smell works. That guy kinda looks like Griffin McElroy.

M: He does! How does one practice on a scrunt?

B: First...gently spread the legs apart and then uh...just get in that scrunt.

M: The lore is getting so intense, you gotta walk backwards towards the scrunt and say magic words.

B: I like how she can't talk about her world but suddenly she can because she can tell him how to fight the scrunt?? And she's getting VERY detailed. What are the rules?? Why is now a JG scrunt??

M: Mr. Heep is dead! No he's fine. The film critic dude is here now.

B: He just watched the Notebook and had the same review I did. Overrated as hell.

M: You've seen The Notebook?

B: No. Where's the justice? Where have all the good men gone? And where are all the gods? Where's the streeeetwise-

M: NO you are not singing the entire song.

B: I'm trying to entertain myself. This movie's pretty bad. Oh Mr Heep's family was murdered? That's kind of an important plot point!

M: M. Night is still milking this poor naked woman for every inch.

B: Don't use the world milking. Obviously you must think you're special, you gave yourself a starring role in your movie. What the fuck did he write that was so impressive they're gonna kill him over it?! He's M. Night Shyamalan. The Communist Manifesto? I like how Story has no agency in this story either, she's just an object. He could have found a magic orb or the amulet of Gringledoof and it wouldn't have changed anything.

M: She's literally a sexy lamp and it annoys me SO MUCH. She just randomly throws out exposition every now and again and then just stares at things.

B: The other narfs in narf school laughed at me! Every time I talked to the scringlebungles they threw hoopjabs at me! That's not real but it could have been. My moist scringlo left me.

M: So they went ahead with the party idea even though they figured out they got all this shit wrong?? Or maybe they think they only got part of it wrong? Also Story is dying. But it's cool because there's a giant party and they're gonna toss her in the pool where the eagle is gonna come and grab her or something?

B: this feels like it was based on a dream but not in the way that you kind of fill in the blanks to make it make sense? Like “Jimmy was the president and my dog was Keanu Reeves”. M Night's sister was using a mirror to find the scrunt. I just go out to a bar. This party stinks, there's not even any music. And the dumb guys left their post so the scrungly is gonna come.

M: Now a series of incredible coincidences and happenstance that will somehow prevent Story from getting in the pool! The music won't start! the smokers took off! The scrunt is dragging story through the grass! She's got MORE scratches! Which are lethal.

B: The scrunt is super lethal but all it can really do is leave scratch marks on your calves. Wait is the butterfly lady not the healer?

M: No she is, they got that one right. I think.

B: Wow 18 across is ‘scrunkly's fucking dead’!

M: I'm gonna...wait.....is that Jared Harris!?! I'm gonna get scrunkly and scrunt confused.

B: We gotta have the third act conflict. It's not really movie critic's fault, he didn't pick the people out. M. Night just wanted to frame the critic as the bad guy because critics are BAD and anyone who says otherwise is wrong.

M: they're still trying to find the fucking interpreter. it's the kid. What a fucking twist. He can read cereal boxes. Seven sisters?

B: There aren't even seven female characters in this movie. What is this fucking side plot about M. Night's character??! It's not really even threaded into the other plot.

M: and now suddenly we know who everyone is because the kid told us. Why is this party still going on?!? There's no music or anything and people are just hanging out this whole time?? Now there's a storm, for effect. Nothing makes any sense at this point because we've just introduced like seven new characters who were barely established earlier in the movie. For the sake of having a twist or something. Now the interpreter kid says he got it all wrong AGAIN. And mr. Heep is the healer after all I guess.

B: they could have had the butterfly land on him for like a second just to hint at this better. Larry scared me again. he doesn't like this movie either. "I think this movie is PISS!"

M: Larry sounds like Skeletor??

B: Well he's a skeleton!

M: Can we get to where something happens again?

B: Is this like an allegory for him losing his family now?? Him crying over her? I keep forgetting that's a thing. Her name is SKRUNKLY, she's just a crackhead who showed up in my pool. I didn't know the cure for death was crying. Doctors hate him.

M: Local man invents backstory, cures pool crackhead. Who is now blonde?!?

B: He found a woman in his pool, what happens next will amaze you!

M: Scrunts?! In MY vagina? It's more likely than you think!

B: And then the missing person investigation for the critic who got eaten. And they're like - there was a lady in the pool and he got eaten by a scrunt and an eagle came and they'll be like - okay time to go to a nice room with padded walls. The scrunt approaches. I just like saying scrunt.

M: So everyone is outside, it's raining, Story Scrunkle is fine now, but they gotta kill the scrunt and that's bad cgen for 2006, and Charger Reggie with the giant arm is the guardian after all of this and he paralyzes the scrunt by looking lovingly in it's eyes.

B: He casts Hold Scrunt.

M: And there's an eagle noise but he broke eye contact! But the tree guys are here, the t something justice enforcers, and they drag the scrunt off - like you do.

B: Because he broke the law? I feel like the monkey guys were utterly unnecessary. They could have just had Reggie kill it. And talon flame comes to carry Scrungly back off to her world I guess.

We only see this in the reflection bc the budget.

M: I don't understand why she came out of the pool and then had to be carried off by a giant eagle when they spent the whole movie trying to get her back in the pool.

B: No it was uh...she uh...she....no that wasn't her world, she was just staying in the pool.

M: Hotel pool.

B: The creatures were designed by someone named Crash McCreary which is pretty badass.

M: That was Jared Harris what the FUCK.

B: Second unit designer - BRICK MASON, that is not a real name. Doug Jones!

M: Well I mean...what hasn't Doug Jones been in? So anyway....this movie could have been anything. It could have been a whimsical adventure, a fun comedy, a clue style mystery, but it is absolutely none of those. It's treated far too seriously when it shouldn;t be and far too comedically when it should be serious. I hate this movie. I hate M. Night for being in this movie. I hate him for taking such a brilliant cast and making them do this movie.

B: Double tap now if you'd scrunkly the when.

M: Munch and Biscuits fucking scrunkling OUT, yo. 

[wayward-dreamer]

A Man of Action

Square/s Filled: Intercrural Sex (Kink Bingo), Director!Jensen (AU Bingo)

AO3 Link: Read Here

Pairing: Director!Jensen x Female!Actor!Reader

Word count: 6,516

Rating: Explicit - 18+!

Summary: While directing his episode of Supernatural, Jensen and Y/N, the female guest star of the week, can’t hide their attraction for each other any longer. A little fun in his trailer is nearly over before it starts, but they find ways to keep each other satisfied.

Created for @spnkinkbingo​, @spnaubingo​

Warnings: Swearing, Dirty talk, Smut: Oral Sex (Male and Female receiving), Intercrural sex, ‘Sir’ kink, Implied protected sex in the future.

A/N: My first Jensen one-shot! *cue nervous laughter*... A HUGE thank you to my sister from another mister, my twin @downanddirtydean​ for being beta on this one! I love her to bits and she really helped me get over my lack of confidence in this one-shot. I hope you guys like it! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @talesmaniac89​

Y/N lightly bopped her head along to the slow melody playing from her earphones, as she flicked the page of the book she was reading. Crossing one leg over the other, she steadied the folding tall chair she was sitting on. Glancing up from her book, she smiled as she looked around at the set, waiting for the signal that they were ready to resume.

Y/N watched the crew, hard at work as they fixed lighting, checked the sound and redressed parts of the bunker. Her eyes scanned over the many people who worked tirelessly to make this show, feeling grateful to be even a small part of it herself.

This was her second time on the Supernatural set. She had guest starred in an episode last season, with Kim Rhodes who played Sheriff Jody Mills. Kim had quickly become a great friend, showing the ropes of the set, as did everyone else. She laughed as she remembered messing up her first scene with the stars of the show, Jared and Jensen, and how they quickly reassured her that she didn’t do anything for them to be mad at. They loved to have a laugh as much as the next person and were more often than not the ones who did most of the messing up of takes on purpose.

The first time was quite civil, but considering this was her second episode, Y/N was no longer off limits from the guys’ antics. Jared in particular was a giant goofball, doing everything perfectly on his coverage, and then purposely being bad on hers. Jensen was a little subdued this time around, as he was the director for this episode, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t had any fun.

There was an attraction between them. She felt it from the moment she laid eyes on him when she walked onto the set the year before. He was incredibly kind and absolutely hilarious, and not to mention insanely good-looking. They had talked and laughed about so many things in those 8 days, and she felt herself beginning to feel things for him she probably shouldn’t have. This time around, he may have been directing, but they still talked a lot. He showed her different parts of the stages during lunch breaks, walked her to lunch every day for the last 7 days, and made her feel so welcomed.

Y/N sensed that maybe the attraction wasn’t one sided as she often caught him looking at her, but she couldn’t be too sure and didn’t want to make a fool of herself in case she was wrong in her assumptions.

Y/N smiled as Frida, one of Supernatural’s assistant make-up artists, approached her. Her make-up bag, as well Jensen and Jared’s, were all hanging off of her as she returned a genuine smile to Y/N. She took out her earphones and closed her book, shifting in her chair to face Frida properly.

“Touch up time, already?” she asked, pushing her hair back slightly.

“Yep, we’ll be good to go in about 5,” Frida replied, taking out a brush and running it lightly through some powder. She applied it to Y/N’s face and then worked a little on the touching up the eye make-up. “Looking forward to it?” she added with a laugh.

Y/N cringed, lightly shaking her head. “Dear god, give me strength to get through it.”

“Get through what?” she heard a familiar voice ask.

Y/N’s eyes flicked up to look at Jared as she sat down in his chair, next to her. “To get through your unrelenting need to ruin my coverage.”

Jared laughed, clapping his hands. “It’s just too easy.”

“I know how Misha feels now,” Y/N laughed, closing her eyes as Frida worked on her eyelids.

Frida laughed along with her, nodding. “And Alex too.”

Trish, the head make-up artist, came up behind Frida and took Jared’s bag, getting him ready for the next scene.

“Pretty sure he’s still scarred from that time everyone was out to get him to crack, even Misha,” Trish added, chuckling.

“We’re up and running in 2!” they heard one of the assistant directors call out.

Frida finished up with Y/N as Trish finished touching up Jared’s make-up, allowing Y/N to get up and walk over to the war room set. She walked past crew members and smiled at them, a quick ‘hey’ to each of them as she did. She loved this set more than any other she had worked on. It was only her second time here, but it felt like home, with everyone always welcoming her back with open arms. She didn’t think she would be back a second time, but she was incredibly glad that she was. She loved her character, Lyla, so much and she was over the moon to explore her again.

Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach erupt as she spied Jensen, in a deep conversation with Bob Singer as they looked over some of the dailies on the screens in front of them. He looked amazing, dressed as Dean in his black t-shirt and blue jeans, the white and black flannel draped over a chair close by. He was frowning but nodding along as Bob explained something to him, his scowl making him look even hotter if that was possible.

Suddenly, Jensen turned and walked towards her, his frown immediately morphing into a genuine smile as he approached her. She felt her heartbeat pick up, but she tried to calm herself down as she turned to face him.

“Okay, so we’re getting your coverage first, then Jared’s. I know he’s meant to go first, but making him wait tends to make him cooperate,” Jensen informed her, laughing lightly.

“Going easy on me, huh?” she joked, smiling up at him.

“A little, but you’ve handled it pretty well so far,” Jensen said, folding his arms across his chest. That gesture had killed her every time he did in the last several days, and this time was no different.

“Meh,” she shrugged, laughing. “I can throw it back at him if and when I need to.”

Jensen gave her nod, smiling with an approving look. “I won’t even try to stop you.”

She laughed as she shook her head, Jensen’s relaxed laughter joining hers.

She cleared her throat as she calmed herself, looking up at him. “Do I look okay, Mr. Director, sir?”

Jensen looked into her eyes, finding himself getting lost in Y/N’s beautiful features. He certainly wasn’t good at hiding his feelings for her, not the first time he met her and definitely not now. She was stunning, but she was also open and generous, kind and a total badass. He really wanted to ask her out and see where things went between them, but considering they were in their last day of filming, and she was more than likely leaving the next day, he knew he had missed his chance.

“You look great,” he told her, honestly and hoping she’d see how he meant it as more than just a director approving of her look for the episode.

Things moved pretty quickly from there, as Jensen left to sit behind the screens at video village, the cameras turned on and framed Y/N in the shot with the rest of the war room behind her, Jared stood to the side making sure to hit the mark and be in her right eye line. Everyone buzzed around them before José came in with the tail slate and called the take.

“Action!” they heard Jensen call out.

Y/N instantly fell into character, looking at Jared as ‘Sam’ and smiling. “How does Dean feel about this?”

Jared didn’t move considering the camera wasn’t on him, but he delivered the next line. “It took him a while to get used to the idea of Jack, but he got there eventually.”

Y/N nodded, staying in character. “You know what you’re doing, teaching Jack the ropes of this life… that’s amazing.”

Jared scoffed. “It didn’t exactly work though.”

“He’ll come back, Sam. He will. He just has to figure out what’s going on with his powers and he’ll come back to the bunker.” She finished the line but frowned, thinking it over. “Wait, sorry. Is it “come back to the bunker” or something else?”

One of the crew members quickly looked over the sides, and then shook their head. “It’s ‘come back home.’”

“Fuck, okay,” she groaned, annoyed with herself. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine, Y/N. Just take it from the same line,” Jensen reassured her, and she took in the patience in his voice. He was so damn good at this and she felt incredibly safe with him as a director and as an actor. She recalled how many times someone was awful to her just for messing up slightly, and how crappy she felt afterwards. She had never felt that on the Supernatural set, and she was so thankful for that.

“Let’s keep rolling,” Jensen informed everyone. “Y/N, when you’re ready.”

She nodded. Waiting a few seconds, she then continued. “He’ll come back, Sam. He will. He just has to figure out what’s going on with his powers and he’ll come back home.”

“It’s ‘to the bunker’,” Jared said, trying to be serious as he tried to mess her up.

“You’re an ass,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Jared laughed that mad laugh she had actually come to love very quickly, and she joined in. They descended into a fit of giggles, knowing full well it wasn’t that funny, but it somehow got to them anyway.

Jensen watched the screen in front of him, his eyes never leaving Y/N. Her laugh was infectious, and she looked even more beautiful when she did, making his heartbeat wildly in his chest. Knowing he had to break up the laugh fest, regretfully, he stood up from his chair.

“Alright, we’re good on Y/N’s coverage. Let’s move on and then we can break for lunch,” he announced.

The bell sounded as every present crew member hurried around the set, getting set up to shoot Jared’s coverage.

Y/N looked up and saw Jensen glance over at her. He smiled that smile she found herself wanting to see every second of every day, making her feel lightheaded and the butterflies flutter in her stomach again. He truly was a sight to behold and she only hoped that something more came of her time on Supernatural.

They managed to get through Jared’s coverage pretty quickly, Y/N doing off-camera dialogue for him as he had done for her. The bell sounded again, and Jensen called lunch. Everyone walked towards craft services, chatting about different parts of their lives. Jensen was talking with Bob, but after quickly making some decisions, he moved away and walked up to Y/N.

She looked up at Jensen as she felt him next to her, smiling brightly. They walked side by side through the lot, past all the pick-up trucks, SUVs and large trailers that housed the different departments of production. For the last 7 days, this had been a regular occurrence, him walking her to the lunch tent. On the 8th and final day of filming, it was no exception. She could feel the attraction between them, and a part of her hoped that he might ask her out, but she would even settle for a casual hook-up at that point.

“Ah, fuck,” he muttered, as he suddenly stopped short while looking down at his phone. “My phone’s about to die. Mind if we make a quick detour to my trailer so I can charge it up?”

“Lead the way,” she said, smiling as she gestured for him to go ahead. She followed him to his trailer, stepping in behind him.

As he looked around for a charger, she turned to every angle of the trailer, taking it in. It was big and spacious, with a large flat screen and comfortable couch, a bed at the other end and a nice kitchenette, but that was it. There was nothing outlandish and unnecessary in there.

“Nice to know there’s no aquarium in here,” she laughed, folding her arms.

Jensen scoffed a laugh as he shook his head. “Yeah, they really went overboard with that one.”

Finding a charger, he plugged it in and put his phone on charge. He turned to her, arms out as he brought attention to the trailer.

“So, this is it,” he said, his hands coming down and straight into his pockets. “As glamorous as you pictured, right?”

“Oh, much more than I was expecting,” she said, pretending to be serious. They looked at each other and laughed, as she shook her head. “I like it. It certainly doesn’t scream lead of a TV show slash on and off director.”

“What does it scream then?” he asked, looking down at her as she moved closer to him.

“Just a regular guy underneath all that star power,” she replied, her hand coming up and softly grazing his covered bicep.

She looked at him, her eyes never leaving his. It was clear to both of them that there was something between them. The minute she stepped onto set earlier than week, Jensen knew he was done for.

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered, his tongue darting out and licking at his lips, nervously. That little gesture had nearly sent her to her knees so many times that week, and in that moment, she felt like she would if he did it again.

“Shoot,” she told him.

His hand came up and took hers, his fingers intertwining with her delicate ones. “When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. I’m leaving at noon tomorrow,” she said, moving closer to him and taking in the smell of his cologne.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his head dropping forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Tell me I’m not fucking insane, and you feel something for me too.”

“You’re not,” she whispered in return, shaking her head against his. “The only thing fucking insane is that we didn’t do anything the minute we met.”

That was the only in Jensen needed. His hands cupped Y/N’s cheeks and pulled her face up, his lips pressing into hers in a rough but sensual kiss. Her hands roamed his chest, fisting his black t-shirt in her hands, trying to bring him in closer. They pulled away for a brief moment, breathing into each other heavily as they tried to catch their breath. They quickly stripped out of the clothes they were wearing, careful not to tug harshly as they were the costumes they’d have to put back on. Cupping her face again, he smirked as he moved them over to the couch.

“On your knees,” he instructed.

She huffed a laugh as she grinned. “Yes, sir.”

He quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down, sitting back on the couch as she moved down to her knees in front of him. She tugged at his boxers and pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. She gasped as she smiled, her hand slowly wrapping around the shaft.

“Put my cock in your mouth, baby,” he demanded, his hand coming up to her hair and wrapping into it, tugging her closer.

She hummed as she moved closer, her tongue licking a stripe up his shaft. “You gonna direct me, sir?”

He groaned as he bit his lip, smirking. “Yeah, and if it’s anything like it is on set, I know you’ll hit your mark.”

She sucked at the tip of his cock, her tongue circling the head before she moved down, taking his length into her mouth. She bobbed her head, her spit coating his cock as she built up a rhythm.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Your mouth’s so fucking perfect, Y/N.”

She looked up at him, taking him deeper into her mouth.

“Hold still, darlin’,” he muttered in his sudden Texas drawl, his hand gathering her hair into his palm, the other cupping her face.

She stilled her movement, as he began thrusting up into her mouth at a fast pace. His cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to moan each time it did.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, looking down at her. “Look so good with my cock between your lips.”

Her saliva covered his cock, the glugging sound loud as he slipped in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening from the pressure of his hard cock against the back of her throat. His hand pressed down on her head, making her take his length into her mouth all the way to the base, holding her in place. She moaned to avoid gagging, thankful she didn’t have a gag reflex. He pulled her up, his cock leaving her mouth with a wet pop, a harsh breath leaving her lips as air came back into her lungs.

“Can’t wait to fuck you,” he said, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her lips to hers.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, throwing her down on it. She squealed as she bounced on the mattress, a naughty smile on her face as she looked up at him.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” she muttered, as her eyes raked over his body.

“I should be saying that about you,” he smirked, getting onto the bed and holding himself up above her.

He leaned down, kissing her passionately, before trailing down her jaw, neck and down to her breasts. His flicked his tongue over her nipple, his hand coming up to roll the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as his felt his other hand move down her body.

He smirked as he sucked her nipple, feeling the slick between her legs. He released the nub and looked down at her, his fingers running through her folds and finding her clit. She moaned loudly, forgetting where she was for a moment, as she felt his fingers circle the bundle of nerves.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, as he looked down into her eyes. “Can’t let the crew hear us.”

“Jensen… fuck me,” she whimpered, as she cupped his face.

Taking one of her hands off her face, he pinned it to the bed above her head. A chill ran down her spine as she looked into his eyes, now dark with arousal.

“Say it properly and I will,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and demanding.

She gulped but smiled tentatively. “Please fuck me, sir.”

“Good,” he said, before he leaned down and kissed her lips, once then twice.

They continued their passionate embrace, Y/N’s arms wrapping around Jensen’s neck as one of her hands combed into his short hair at the nape of his neck. Their lips moved against each other’s roughly and sensually, as they became desperate to feel more of each other. He held his cock and ran it along her folds, her wetness slicking his shaft and a clear sign that she was more than ready for him. However, his movements suddenly stopped as an unfair realization came to him.

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling his lips away from hers. He looked down at her as an annoyed expression graced his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly worried she had done something wrong.

“I just remembered… I don’t have any condoms,” he replied, grimacing as he held himself up above her. “I don’t do this… well, ever. So, I don’t have anything.”

Her frown matched his. “I’m not on the pill right now, either.”

He nodded, trying to smile reassuringly and hide his disappointment. She knew that he was though, because she was too. She was desperate to feel him against her and inside her.

“I guess we better get to lunch, then,” she muttered softly, pushing herself up on her elbows. Her face was close to his, causing her to lean over and kiss his plump lips, softly.

“I just want to feel you,” he whispered against her lips, leaning in.

“Me too,” she said, in an equally hushed tone before his lips claimed hers again.

An idea suddenly came to him and he just hoped that she would be okay with it.

“Trust me?” he asked, softly as he looked into her eyes.

She smiled up at him, nodding slowly. “Yes, sir.”

He smirked as he helped her lie down on the bed again, bringing her legs up to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He shifted back until he was standing, her behind now on the edge of the bed.

Jensen smirked as his eyes darkened, taking hold of his cock and slapping it over her mound a few times. He moved Y/N’s thighs closer together, until they met around his cock. Slowly, he began to thrust, sliding his cock between her thighs in a gentle and sensual pace. She moaned softly, the new sensation of feeling his shaft against the skin of her inner thighs awakening something within her. He groaned, biting his lip at this new found arousal as he continued to move between her legs.

“How do I feel, sweetheart?” he asked, looking down at her.

“So good,” she moaned, looking at him. His ‘sweetheart’ gave her Dean vibes, which was definitely something she was adding to her list of kinks.

He picked up speed, his thrusts between her legs now a moderate pace. He gripped her thighs tight in his hands, which would no doubt leave bruises that she would get to admire later.

“Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenching as he felt the pressure around his cock. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Shit,” she hissed. A small laugh left her mouth as she shook her head. “If this is anything to go by, I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

He chuckled as he nodded. “Can’t wait to fuck you either, Y/N. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock, taking me so well.”

“Jensen,” she moaned softly. She remembered to keep quiet in case of wandering ears of crew members.

His hand came up and back down on her thigh, smacking her hard enough to make her yelp and get her attention. He looked at her with his darkened eyes, stern and somewhat frightening, which only aroused her more.

“Last time I checked, I’m still your director,” he groaned, grasping her thighs tight. “Touch yourself.”

She moaned as her hands came up to her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples as she looked up at him. He grunted as he watched her, one of hands slipping down between her legs. His fingers found her clit, rubbing them in tight circles around the swollen nub.

“Fuck! Jensen,” she moaned, breathlessly. “Make me cum.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, his fingers slowing down to a torturous pace. “Not yet, baby.”

“Please,” she begged, her chest heaving with her shallow breaths.

“You have to ask better than that, Y/N,” he informed her, the smirk still on his face.

“Please,” she whimpered. She moved one of her hands down, trying to touch her clit but he smacked it away, not giving up the control he had in that moment. “Please, sir… please make me cum.”

“Let’s make a deal, baby,” he suggested, an eyebrow raised as he continued to thrust between her thighs. He groaned, knowing he was close to his own release. “Make me cum first between these perfect thighs, and I’ll let you cum… all over my face.”

She moaned loudly, nodding frantically. The idea of his mouth on her where she wanted him most was too much to bear.

Pressing her thighs together firmly, Jensen’s thrusts became quicker and erratic, getting closer to falling over the edge. He growled as the pressure around his hard cock built, feeling it pulse with his impending release.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hips faltered as he gripped tightly at the flesh of her thighs. He threw his head back, as he let go of her legs, and grasped his cock in his hand. He pumped his hand along his shaft, biting his lip as he looked down at her spread out on his bed. She sat up on her elbows, smiling up at him as she moved his hand away, taking over for him as her hand moved up and down along his cock.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he let out a guttural moan as her hand picked up speed. Ropes of his cum spurted out of his cock, landing on her stomach. She continued to pump him, making sure he gave her everything he had, relishing in the warmth of his release against her skin.

He breathed heavily, his hand cupping her face as he smiled at her. “Your turn.”

Moving his hand to her shoulder, he pushed her back lightly, smiling as she laughed. He got down on his knees, grasping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Y/N laughed as she slipped down, moving her hands up to her breasts and pinching her nipples. He smirked as he looked up at her, his tongue licking a stripe up her folds. He moaned at the taste of her, feeling how wet she was already from just fucking her thighs.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned loudly, as she felt his stubble against the inside of thighs. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself quiet as he continued to run his tongue along her folds, the vibrations of his moans running through her.

“Taste so fucking good, Y/N,” he muttered against her mound, looking up at her. “So perfect.”

He moved his mouth to her clit, moving his tongue in tight circles around the nub. Her hands came down and grabbed his short hair, clenching tightly as she pressed her lips together. His hand came up, slowly inserting a finger into her wet entrance, moving it in and out of her. He added another finger and began to thrust them back and forth, the pads of his fingers hitting her g-spot every time. She whimpered as he picked up speed, his perfect mouth sucking at her clit as he continued to move his fingers.

He released her clit from his mouth, kissing her inner thigh as he moved up her leg.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her skin, placing small nips along the inside of her thigh.

He looked at her, the smile never leaving his face. She pushed herself up on her elbow, her other hand still in his hair. Leaning up, he kissed her roughly as he continued to thrust his fingers into her. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She felt the familiar feeling of her release approaching, the coil winding tighter and tighter.

“You ready to cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath fanning against her lips.

“Yeah,” she gasped, nodding as she looked into his eyes. “Make me cum.”

“Make me cum… what?” he asked, his voice gravelly. A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he laughed with a mischievous grin.

She whimpered, gripping his hair harshly. “Make me cum, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, moving his head back down again.

Jensen moved his mouth back to her clit, his fingers picking speed as he hit that sweet spot inside of her with precision. Y/N looked down at him, still leaning on her elbow to give her a better view. She held his head in place, fearing he’d move if she removed her hand. He licked at her clit, the sounds of her wetness and his ministrations reaching her ears and causing a string of soft moans and whimpers to leave her lips. His mouth sucked at her, his tongue moving around the nub tightly and his fingers thrusting, faster and faster. She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood as the coil in her belly snapped. A harsh, strangled whimper of his name left her lips, as she came hard on his tongue and fingers. He lapped at her folds, taking in her juices before he moved his head away, smiling at her.

With a quick kiss to Y/N’s thigh, Jensen got up and fell back on the bed next to her. She breathed heavily as she looked at him, trying to catch her breath. Turning his head, he looked into her eyes. He turned onto his side, moving closer to her. His lips hovered close to hers, his eyes flicking between all the features of her face. She moved in the rest of the way, kissing him softly. Their lips moved passionately against each other’s, not wanting to let go. As much as he didn’t want to let go, he knew they had a schedule to keep today before they wrapped later that night.

“We only have 20 minutes left,” he mumbled, regretfully against her lips.

She nodded, sadly. “We should go.”

They both got up from the bed, cleaning themselves up and getting dressed again in relative silence. The only sounds were the rustling of fabrics and shoes on the floor of the trailer. Y/N fixed her hair as much as she could in the mirror, her eyes continuously flicking over to Jensen as he did the same, fixing the mess she had made of his short locks. With one last look at each other, Jensen opened the door of the trailer and looked around, letting her out first when he saw that no one was around. They walked to the lunch tent, receiving a few questions on their whereabouts. Jensen was quick to tell everyone he took Y/N to see some of the fan favourite props of the show, and Y/N was glad that people believed him, for the most part.

They ate quickly, both of them silent as they sat across from each other. Y/N didn’t know if they weren’t talking because they are was awkwardness after what happened, or whether it was because he didn’t want to accidentally say something about it in front of the crew. Quite frankly, she was fine with not talking about it just yet. She wasn’t sure where they go from here. Did Jensen want to see her again? If so, would it be just to sleep together finally, or did he want more?

She didn’t think she wanted to know the answers to those questions. Not yet anyway.

Little did she know, the same questions were running through Jensen’s head. He enjoyed what happened back in his trailer, but sue him if he didn’t want more with her. He wanted to go the full home run with her, but if he was being completely honest, he wanted to see her again and again. He wanted to ask her out and see where they go from there.

He knew he had to take a leap of faith and ask her before she left town, because who knew when she would return.

They were back on the bunker set, this time in the war room to shoot the last scene Y/N would be in. It was interesting that Y/N’s character leaving at the end of the episode was the second last scene they were filming, but that was where it happened to land. It was like it happened organically, which was rare for their set during filming.

Jensen was standing at the head of the map table, Jared next to him as Y/N stood across from them. Video village was set up at the other end of the library, giving them more room in the war room for lighting and boom mics. Things were quiet as they fell into their characters, Y/N slinging the duffle bag over her shoulder, as the assistant director called ‘action’.

“Thanks for your help. We really owe you one,” Jared said as ‘Sam’.

She smiled at him, shaking her head. “You really don’t.”

Jensen gave her that signature ‘Dean Winchester’ look, the one that said he was thinking about how to approach a subject. “You know where to find us if we do.”

“You’re buying the six-pack next time,” she said, chuckling slightly.

“Done,” ‘Dean’ said, smirking at her. She smiled at Jensen, finding that her genuine smile to him seeped into the scene.

“See you boys around,” she said, nodding at them. She turned on her heeled ankle boots, walking towards the staircase. With one glance over her shoulder, she gave them a small wave which they returned. She took the stairs all the way up, hearing the AD call ‘cut’.

“Alright, let’s see,” Jensen muttered as he walked over to video village.

Y/N walked down the stairs and over to the map table and placed the duffle bag on it. She waited to hear whether they would have to do another take or not.

“Alright, check the gate! Moving on!” Jensen called out. “That’s a wrap on Y/N Y/L/N!”

He quickly came out from behind the screens, walking over to her and Jared. All the crew around her clapped, as she gave them a small curtsy, laughing as Jared came over and hugged her.

It wasn’t the usual treatment of guest stars, as they usually came in and did the work and then left but considering there was buzz that her character might make a return, they wanted her to feel at home with all of them. They were kind to people with even the smallest of roles, so Y/N always knew she’d be in safe hands with the Supernatural crew.

Y/N hung around to say goodbye as they shot the last scene between the boys. In that time, she sat with her laptop, hoping she could change her flight to leave in a few days. With luck, she managed to find one leaving Vancouver in 5 days’ time, giving her plenty of time to stick around and explore these feelings she had for the handsome green-eyed actor. She couldn’t wait to tell him.

Given that Jared and Jensen had such a great shorthand with each other, they worked quickly to get the work done. Jensen called a wrap on the episode, and they all congratulated him on the amazing work he did. Everyone began to pack things up, the make-up ladies heading to their trailer as Y/N walked with them. She removed all her make-up, freshened up and then got changed into her clothes she wore to set that morning.

Y/N said her goodbyes to Trish and Frida, followed by the rest of the crew and Bob Singer. Jared swooped in for another big hug, nearly breaking her in half with the pressure of his arms around her.

“Jesus, you don’t know your own strength, you know that?” she said, cringing in slight pain as she turned and twisted, trying to get feeling back in her body.

“Hey, not my fault you can’t handle it,” he laughed, patting her back. “Alright, I’m out of here. I hope I’ll see you soon.”

“Me too,” she smiled, as he enveloped her in a softer but still warm hug. She decided to leave out the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere just yet, wanting to tell Jensen first.

Jared walked towards the parking lot, heading for the SUV that Cliff was waiting by. They were no doubt waiting on Jensen, who had been finishing up some paperwork after wrapping the episode. Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder, walking towards his trailer in search of him. Reaching the door, she knocked a few times and waited. The door opened, a tired but smiling Jensen greeting her.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning against the door frame.

“So… I have some news,” she told him, a smile playing at her lips.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he folded his arms across his chest. His arms were exposed thanks to his black t-shirt, and she suddenly felt like her skin was on fire. She tried not to show her disappointment when he put on his jacket and grabbed his backpack, shutting off the light in the trailer as he closed the door.

She nodded, stepping down from the stairs to the trailer and turning to him. “I changed my flight. I’m leaving in 5 days.”

Jensen felt his heart skip a beat with that news. He nodded, the smile growing bigger on his face. “Well… you want to come over tonight? We can pick up where we left off.”

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. “I’d love to.”

Keeping up the pretence that there wasn’t anything going on, Jensen went back home with Cliff driving him to his apartment. Y/N called an Uber, knowing that if she had joined them Jared and Cliff would question what was happening. She and Jensen hadn’t spoken about it, but they both knew that there wasn’t anything to say to anyone until they figured it out themselves. For now, she wanted him in ways she’s never wanted anyone else and she was more than ready to see what he was capable of.

Reaching Jensen’s apartment, Y/N went up to his floor and down the hall, knocking on his door, noting that it was the right one from the text he had sent while she was in the Uber. The door swung open, and she grinned as Jensen smirked at her, letting her in. She took in the apartment, with its beautiful view of the city lights twinkling at night, a large screen TV and comfortable couch, and his guitar on the wall closest to her. However, as nice as it was that wasn’t where her mind was in that moment.

Turning around, Y/N looked at him, his eyes reflecting the same things she was feeling. They moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a rough, but sensual kiss as they wrapped their arms around each other. Pushing and pulling at each other’s clothes, their lips continued to move against each other, not wanting to stop.

“Thank god you changed your flight,” he mumbled against her swollen lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, grabbing his shoulders and jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His hands immediately supported her as he carried her off to his bedroom.

By the time they came up for air, the sun was rising, and Jensen had to leave to go to work for the first day of the next episode. With a promise of returning later that day, he told Y/N to stay at his apartment, telling her she could use whatever she wanted before he had to leave.

As she stood on the balcony and looked out at the view with her morning coffee, she had never been more thankful to a job she had taken. She made some great friends already, there was a buzz that she may come back for more episodes, and she had met the most incredible man who she couldn’t wait to explore more with.

She found herself repeating Jensen’s words from the night before as she smiled into her morning cup of caffeine.

Thank god she changed her flight.

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Roses and Styx

Chapter 3 – Kids' Games To Pass The Time

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word Count : 5,399

New day, new problems. Sure things aren't the worst they could be, but that new hire isn't making things all that easy at work.

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An annoying, rhythmic buzz cut through silence. Light seeped its way in, chasing away the shadows of sleep. You groaned and rolled. It was too early to face the new day.

Compounding your groggy state was the fact you didn't sleep for shit last night. The chilly October night sucked the warmth from your room, and you had only a few blankets to shield yourself from it. And the chill didn't stop your mind racing most of the night. When sleep came to you, it brought restless dreams.

The first wasn't terrible, just strange. A weird bug followed you home wanting to be friends. The other dream, however... A vile pit formed in your stomach.

Your thoughts drifted to the dream. You couldn't move. Arms, legs, head, nothing. You couldn't budge an inch no matter how hard you fought. Something wanted you to stay still. And it wasn't as if your surroundings gave you any clues either. Darkness blanketed the room. No details, just a barren inky void. The only thing you found with you was a set of pinprick lights.

A voice spoke. It whispered beautiful words coated in honey. Your guts twisted. A warm touch held your face, and the voice asked you a question. Your words caught in your throat. The entity glared at you with icy eyes, and the sweet words soured to a nasty venom.

You clutched your chest as the memory of searing heat replayed. It sank blazing claws into your waist and arm, blistering and cooking the flesh.

You drew in shaky breaths and wiped away the leftover tears. It was just a dream. It was just a bad dream. You're safe.

You took in one more breath before getting up to start your day.

Normally you would go straight to the bathroom, but you wanted to check something. You stepped out into the main living space and found it empty. A DVD case sat on the coffee table, but the TV screen was dark. The couch laid devoid of any unexpected house guests. No sign anyone else was ever there. Your heart sank as you realized the encounter you remembered was just another dream cooked up by your tired brain. A frown pulled at your lips and you sighed. No time to mope. You needed to get ready for work.

You opened the bathroom door and peered inside. Rigel napped on the top of the toilet's water tank, surrounded by shredded toilet paper. At least it was less of a mess than yesterday. You clean up the ribbons and tossed them in the garbage under the sink. After you topped off his food and water, you hopped in the shower.

The water in your apartment only ever got up to lukewarm on a good day. And that was not a good day. Frigged rain pelted you, giving you goosebumps. Not wanting to linger, you got out and dressed a few minutes later.

You combed your fingers through your hair as you looted the kitchen. Damn cat, why'd it have to throw up on your hairbrush? You grumbled to yourself and pulled out the off-brand cereal to fix breakfast.

"What 'cha doing, babes?" A voice from nowhere spoke in your ear.

Your knees buckle and you collapse, taking the bag of cereal with you. You gripped at your chest to still your heart, and rolled to sit with your back to the cabinets. A man in a rotting striped suit floated in your kitchen, clutching his rounder stomach as he cackled.

"Oh sweets, that's great! I wasn't even trying!"

As the shock fades, your features scrunched up. You got to your feet and tossed the bag on the counter. With crossed arms you pivot to glare at the ghost, still laughing his ass off.

"Giving me a heart attack first thing in the morning," you said with a huff, "I came out here and you were gone. I thought I had dreamed the whole thing, you jerk."

"So you're saying you missed me?" He batted his eyes at you, setting your cheeks on fire. You would not dignify that with a response. Instead, you turned back to the counter and fixed your breakfast.

"Where did you go then?" you asked and riffled through the silverware drawer for a spoon.

"I was checking on your neighbors. Did you know the guys a few doors down have a shit-ton of electronics?"

"Yeah, and old lady Smith has a garden in her closet."

"Really? Which one is she in? I didn't find that."

"She's on the third floor, but don't bug her too much. She's nice. Plus she bakes amazing cookies for me whenever I help her."

You scarfed your breakfast, and double checked you had everything done. Rigel was in the bathroom with his things. You had your wallet and phone. After you finished the last bite, you set the bowl in the sink along with the one from last night.

You rinsed out the bowl and hummed to yourself before you glanced over your shoulder to the ghost. He grinned at you with a tilt of his head. You gave him a small smile, only to frown.

"I have to head to work."

That simple sentence wiped the grin from his face. His shoulders sank, and the color of his hair shifted. A dull purple seeped in and overtook the green. That couldn't be a good sign. "You're leaving me here?"

"Well, you could stay here, or..."

"Or?"

"If you can be out of the way and let me focus on my work when I need to, then you could tag along with me. It’d be nice having someone other than my boss to talk to during the downtime."

His grin stretched across his face again, and he spun up to you, batting his eyes. "Oh babes, you do care! Of course I'll go with you! Not my idea for a first date, but I'll take it."

You pressed your lips tight. Was this a mistake? Not like you can take back the offer, though. That would crush him. You let out a long sigh and rubbed at your temple.

"Not a date, dude."

"If you say so," he purred.

You shook your head and grabbed the keys before heading to the car. The ghost trailed you, with an ever present chill at your side. On the way to the car, he pointed out each of the apartments and spilled whatever secrets he found out. You had an inkling of some of your neighbors' crimes, but you weren't one to go tattling. It was best to let them deal with their lives and you deal with yours. So you ended up nodding along to what the ghost told you.

When you got to your car, you sat behind the wheel for a moment. Once your ghostly friend floated into the passenger seat, you took in a breath.

"Okay. A few things before we get there," You said as you fought to start the car, "If either my boss or a customer comes up and needs to talk to me, I would appreciate it if you hang back for a minute and let me handle them. Otherwise, I mostly just front-face merchandise and I can talk with you so long as I'm quiet. Also, I take my lunches in the cemetery, so I can talk a bit more freely there."

"Sounds good to me, toots."

You rolled your eyes and got the hunk of junk started. The car protested with clangs, but you drove off with a little more of a fight. On the scenic drive to work he asked you to turn on the radio, which got a dry laugh from you.

"What's so funny?"

"Radio's broke. Most things in this car are broken. Radio, heater, a/c. All of them are broken."

"Can't you get a new one? There's cars all over the place, just take one."

"Th-this isn't Grand Theft Auto,"

"It will be once you take a car!"

"Okay, technically true. I meant this isn't the game GTA, this is real life. And I would get arrested."

"Not if you had help from the ghost with the most!"

You rolled your eyes and turned onto the main road, heading for work. The rest of the drive, the "ghost with the most" filled the air with his own voice, singing a medley of songs. Some of them you recognized, others you suspected he made up on the spot.

You pulled into the employee parking and parked your car alongside the two much nicer ones there. As you collected your things, Beetlejuice pointed to the sleek mustang.

"That car looks fun! We should steal a car like that!"

"I'm pretty sure that's Brandon's car. I'm not stealing my coworker's car to take for a joyride."

"But it would be so cool!"

"Maybe later," you said, stepping out of your junker.

The bell chimed as you entered the store and caught your boss's attention. He came over to greet you and made sure you were doing better. You gave a small laugh and rubbed at the back of your neck.

"Yeah, I'm doing better." You glanced sidelong to the ghost wandering over to the front counter.

"Good. Now hopefully I can focus on training Brandon without as many interruptions. He keeps breaking away to chat with every customer that comes into the store. So I need you to handle the customers so he doesn't have an excuse."

"Got it. And if you need help with him, I can always smack some sense into him. The new order of mallets is in the back, right?"

Mr. Turner laughed and turned to go back to teaching Brandon. You smiled to yourself and meandered over to the counter. Your ghost pal sat on the countertop next to the computer.

"You never mentioned you get to hit people at your job, any openings?"

"Sorry, spot's filled. For now, anyway. But who knows, maybe we'll need a replacement soon."

"Save it for me. I would kill to get to hang around a pretty little breather like you all day and get paid for it. But doing that for free is nice too."

"You're a shameless flirt."

"How can a sexy beast like me not be with you around and able to see me?"

You shook your head and glanced at the computer. There was something you wanted to look up, you were sure of it. But what was it? You stepped closer and opened a new tab for the search. It sat blank for a moment as you retraced what the topic could have been.

"What are ya doing, babes?"

"I can't remember what I wanted to search for."

"One hundred great ways to skin a cat?"

You raised a brow and frowned at him. "I'm not hurting Rigel." A light flicked on in your head.

You typed in the cat's name and clicked on the page for the star. A picture of the Orion constellation to the side of the page showed off the stars. Most of them had fancy looking letters next to them, with a few having numbers attached. Rigel marked the lower right star, while the upper left was the only other star with a word.

"Beh-tell? Goose? Wait..." You jerked your head over to the ghost, who wore a Cheshire grin. "That's how you spell your name?"

"Yep. That's me. Behtellgoose."

You read the name once more. Betelgeuse. Such a strange spelling to sound like beetle-juice. Kind of cool though. You smiled and closed out of the tab when an unfamiliar voice called out to you.

"Good morning, Art. Great to see you doing better!"

"Heh, yeah. Feeling better." You forced a tight-lipped smile to prevent yourself from frowning. Brandon stayed still with his own fake smile plastered on his face. After a beat of him not saying anything, you asked, "Do you need something?"

"You forgot to go grab your apron. What if a customer came in? That would look very unprofessional. Here, I'll watch the counter and you can go grab your apron."

The corner of your mouth twitched, and you took in a deep breath. You stepped away and grabbed your stupid apron. As you threw it on, the bell chimed. You rushed back out, hoping to catch the customer before Brandon.

The counter stood unattended and you found Brandon down one aisle with a woman discussing products. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Isn't that what your boss wanted you to stop him from doing?"

"Yes, Beetle, it is."

You hissed out a sigh and shook your head. As you walked over to them, you prepared yourself to speak in your chipper customer service voice. Brandon insisted he could take care of the customer, only for Mr. Turner to order him to get back to training. Brandon grimaced and stepped away to let you take over.

Your smile was easier to keep on your face after that. You helped the customer find what she needed and rang up her items. She left with a wave and you went back to the computer.

"What the hell is that guy's deal?" Betelgeuse asked, gesturing with a thumb to Brandon.

"I don't know. I don't know if I really care." You leaned back onto your heels and let your mind wander. Whenever you were alone, stuck at the counter, you always pulled up simple web games on the computer to pass the time. But with Betelgeuse there, you couldn't ignore him to play games.

"What are ya thinking about, sweets? How hot it would be to make out right now?"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "No, you flirt. I'm thinking of what we can do to pass the time. All I'm coming up with are twenty questions and I spy."

"I'm fine with that," he said as he flashed you a sharp grin. "Okay, I'll start. I spy with my rotten eye, something... metal."

"Well, that narrows it down."

The two of you spent the rest of the morning going, taking turns playing those silly kids' games. Betelgeuse huffed and whined whenever a customer, or worse, Brandon, pulled you away to help them. Any time you called him out on his grumbling, he denied it as the color in his hair shifted.

He caught you staring at his hair once or twice, which exacerbated the shifting colors. Each time that happened, Betelgeuse quickly picked up whichever game you two had been playing. You left the topic alone for the moment, but stashed it away to ask about later.

Halfway into a difficult game of twenty questions, Mr. Turner came up to the counter. You ignored Betelgeuse's smug punchable face and greeted your boss, hoping your frustration didn't bleed into your tone.

"Cass, I'm stepping out for a bit to pick up something. I should be back for you to take your lunch break. Keep an eye on the store and Brandon for me, while I'm gone, okay?"

"Got it. Burn down the place and leave no evidence. Can do."

He shook his head with a laugh. Mr. Turner said, "you turd," before he waved goodbye and left the shop.

"Ooh baby, I love you talking about crimes like that! Tell me how you'd light up the place."

You turned back to the ghost. He floated with his stomach parallel to the ground as he held his scruffy chin in his hands and swung his legs pointed upward. You laughed at the dork and smiled.

"Well, the kerosene is over there, and the rolls of rags are an aisle over. There's a blow torch with some of the other tools."

"Artemis!" You whipped your attention to the stick in the mud, frowning at you. You didn't even get the chance to speak. "That kind of talk is highly unprofessional! Going over ways to burn down the store, shame on you."

"I was joking dude, it's not—"

"Well, I don't find that funny. And you shouldn't address your elders as 'dude', it is very disrespectful."

"Alright, I'm sorry."

"Good. Now I need your help."

You gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded. Brandon motioned for you to follow him, and once he turned back, you brought two fingers to your temple and jerked your head away.

In the middle of a tedious and painful walkthrough of creating an order of paint, the bell rang. Brandon broke away the second it chimed and went straight to helping the customer. That was irritating enough, but after the regular said they didn't need any help, Brandon insisted on assisting them.

You took in a deep breath and let the man dig his own grave. If he doesn't value your help, then he's not getting it. You marched back to the counter and found Betelgeuse picking his teeth.

He licked a striped tongue over his sharp teeth then said, "What a douchebag."

"Tell me about it."

The customer came up to the counter a minute later, followed by Brandon. You greeted the regular and switched the computer over to its register display. Your new coworker nudged you aside and insisted on being the one to ring up the customer.

"Artemis, you should have stayed at the paint desk. I'll meet you back there in a minute, after I help this gentleman."

You wanted nothing more than to slap that man. Who the hell does he think he is? Calling you unprofessional and pulling stunts like that? You grit your teeth and forced a smile before excusing yourself to head back to the paint desk.

Betelgeuse floated after you and lounged on top of the desk. You spared him a glance, but stuck to pacing the small paint pit, waiting for that douche-canoe to get back there. The customer didn't even have a lot of things to buy, so it shouldn't take Brandon that long.

"That freaking jerk," you said under your breath, "I can't believe Mr. Turner hired a guy like that."

"Want me to kill him?"

"Tempting, but no. I'm just going to talk to my boss when he gets back." You checked your phone for the time. A quarter after one, which means only fifteen more minutes until your lunch break. "God, I hope he's here soon."

You tapped your nails against the metal top of the tint machine, the speed of which accelerated the longer you waited. What the hell was taking him so long? Did another customer show up? This was getting infuriating.

"You sure you don't want me to kill the guy?"

"No, Beetle, I don't want you to do that."

"Art, who are you talking to?"

You turned around to the voice. Brandon stood at the threshold of the paint pit with his hand on his hips and raised a brow at you. Your face burned as you laughed, attempting to cover up your embarrassment.

"Oh, just this annoying little beetle. It was crawling under the tint dispenser."

"Do you regularly talk to disgusting bugs?" he asked. You opened your mouth to speak, only for Brandon to keep talking. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't act so childish. How old are you? Late teens?"

"No, Brandon, I'm closer to my thirties than my teens."

"And you're talking to bugs, where any customer can come up and see that behavior. You ought to grow up and act your age, Artemis."

The bell chimed again, and you shuffled to the side to get an unobstructed view of the front. Mr. Turner stepped in with a smile and a wave. You waved back and checked the clock on the computer. One twenty-seven, perfect. You pulled your apron's strings and took it off in a swift motion.

"Where do you think you're going, Artemis?"

"Lunch."

Brandon frowned, and you folded up your apron with a smile. He probably wanted to stop you from leaving, but that shit would not fly with the boss back. Betelgeuse hopped down from his spot on the counter and followed. You tossed your apron behind the front counter and greeted Mr. Turner. After a quick rundown of what had happened, you left for your break, with a quick stop to your car to grab your food.

On the walk to the cemetery, Betelgeuse mocked the stupid things Brandon said. He was dead on with his impression, too.

"Artemis, do you think I give a shit? I'm a giant douche with a stick up my ass! There's no fun allowed in the store."

You did your best to hold back your laughter, but that only caused you to snort. A laugh roared out next to you in Betelgeuse's voice. You covered your mouth with your free hand, but that couldn't stop your shoulders from bouncing. As the two of you crossed into the graveyard, you glanced sidelong at the ghost, who shot you a grin.

In the cemetery, devoid of any other visitors, you veered towards your usual spot, off in the corner and near the front gate. You sat on the stone bench, setting your lunch beside you. Betelgeuse, however, sat on a gravestone, with his feet propped up on the one next to it.

You opened up your small bag of chips and started snacking on them. Betelgeuse looked over from picking at his nails and raised a brow at you.

"That's all you're going to eat, babes?"

"I have a granola bar too."

You grabbed the other half of your lunch and showed him. He tilted his head with a frown, but said nothing. It grew quiet, save for your munching on the chips. Your mind wandered, and you zoned out, staring unfocused in a random direction. Betelgeuse moved, catching your eye, and you studied him.

He gnawed at his black nails with jagged yellow teeth. Stubble covered his round chin, matching the same green mixed in his hair. Has his stubble changed color like his hair has? And why did his hair change color to begin with?

You hummed to yourself after finishing the last of your chips.

"What's up, sweets?"

"I... was hoping to ask you something."

Betelgeuse tilted his head to the other side and raised a brow and pursed his lips. You gave a half smile and laughed. He looked like a curious puppy. How could this ghost-demon look so cute?

"What is it?"

"I've noticed that your hair isn't always green." 

As soon as the sentence left your mouth, the color of his hair shifted to a deep purple. You shrank back as your stomach twisted into knots. Even without knowing what the colors meant, the frown on his face and sudden dodging of eye contact weren't good signs. On no. You messed up, didn't you? Why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut?

"I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything. Forget I ever mentioned it."

You dug your nails into your palms and turned your gaze to your knees. Betelgeuse produced a mix of a growl and a groan, and you peered up at him through your hair. His lips pulled into an almost smile as he kept sharp eyes pointed at his hands, where he raked his nails through the hair of one.

"I might as well tell you, you'd figure it out eventually. My hair changes color with my mood."

You dared to lift your head more. Your lips parted as your brain processed the new information.

"Like a chameleon?"

"Like what?"

He tilted his head and raised a brow as his nose wrinkled. You forced out a small laugh and smile as you wrung your wrists. "A chameleon, the little lizards that change color. It's to communicate their mood. Darker colors like black are when it's stressed, neutral tones are when it's calm, and vibrant greens, or reds can be excitement or aggression."

Betelgeuse lurched forward with a growl and ran his hands through his hair, shielding the deepening purple from view. Your stomach twisted into knots. This wasn't getting better. You parted your lips only to press them shut a second later. Why did you have to screw up and bring up his hair in the first place?

Your nails dug deeper into your palms. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"If you're going to strip a guy naked like that, babes, you could at least buy me dinner first."

Your face wrinkled as you tilted your head at him. Betelgeuse still held himself curled and closed off, but he wore a weak crooked smile. Your lips twitched, and you huffed out a dry laugh.

"Alright, we can go through the drive thru to get a few things off the dollar menu."

"Ooh! I wanna try one of those green sludgy shake things from that Old MacDonald place."

"Sorry to break this to you, but they only sell those in March."

"What? That's lame!"

"Everything is pumpkin spice right now."

He pouted and crossed his arms with a huff. Despite the childish act, the purple in his hair faded back to a muted green. You chuckled to yourself as relief washed over you. With a soft smile, you grabbed the other half of your lunch and hummed before you opened it.

"Hey Beetle."

"Hmm?"

"I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to, but I wanted to say I think your chameleon hair is pretty cool. Like, is it magic? Or is it a demon thing? Or—sorry. I'm sorry. I'll shut up about it now. Sorry."

Your eyes darted to focus on your granola bar. You fumbled with tearing open the packaging for a second, only for the wrapper to give. The force sent your food tumbling to the ground. You stared at the broken bar and heaved out a sigh. Just wonderful.

Your pocket buzzed, veering your attention to it. You pulled out your phone and checked the caller id. Unknown number. Chills cascaded down as you stared at the phone.

"Something wrong, babes?"

"Nope. Everything's fine. Just some spam call."

You shoved it back into your pocket and let it ring. If the caller wanted anything, they can leave a voicemail. Besides, you needed to get back to work.

You picked up your trash and nodded your head to the gate. Betelgeuse hopped up and floated alongside you. After a few steps out of the cemetery, your phone rang again. Every fiber in you tensed up, but you left your phone in your pocket. The third time your phone rang, Betelgeuse spoke up again.

"Who the hell keeps calling you?"

You shrugged and laughed despite your dry throat. "Who knows? I have to get back to work though."

With a hurried pace, you made it back to the store in a few minutes. The bell swung, chiming away as you beeline for your apron behind the counter. Brandon stood at the register with a phone up to his ear.

"There you are, Art! I've been calling you and you never once answered!" Brandon frowned at you and slipped his phone into his pants pocket. "You're obligated to pick up if I or Mr. Turner ever need to call you."

"O-oh, that was you calling." A small breath escapes passed your lips and you relax, only to register what he said. "Wait, how did you even get my number? I've only ever given this number to Sam and Mr. Turner."

"Why does it matter how I got your number? The issue is; if work calls you, especially if you have a shift that day, you need to answer."

"Fine, okay. I'll save your number so I don't panic again when I'm called three times in a row."

"Oh please, three phone calls make you panic? Artemis, you're an adult. You should know better than to be worried about something as simple as a phone call."

You grit your teeth and smiled. This conversation wasn't going anywhere you wanted, and you didn't plan on sticking around. You threw on your apron and marched to a far corner of the store to get away from everyone. Well, save for the ghost haunting you.

"Wow, babes, that guy is a major piece of work."

"Piece of shit is more like it."

You grabbed at products on the shelf and pulled them forward, turning the labels when needed. If you looked busy, maybe Brandon would mind his own fucking business. You clenched your jaw and growled as you brought more things forward.

"I shouldn't be worried about phone calls? What the fuck does he know? He's never had to put up with the shit I have!"

"And what shit would that be, babes?"

You glanced up to the ghost laying on his stomach across the top of the aisle shelving. Betelgeuse tilted his head. Soft and earnest curiosity graced his features. The corner of your mouth twitched before you closed your eyes and let out a hiss.

"I don't want to get into it," you said, keeping your voice quiet, "but I've had someone call me over and over before. It wasn't fun."

You pulled the rest of the items forward within arm's reach before sidestepping to get more. Betelgeuse floated after you as you inched down the aisle. He picked the games back up, and you welcomed the distraction.

There were one or two rounds of I spy, several goes at twenty questions—which you're positive Betelgeuse cheated and switched his topic multiple times. Towards the end of your shift, well after Brandon left for the day, you two asked a few "would you rather" questions. While he asked a few risque questions at the start—bite or be bitten, top or bottom—his questions took a tamer turn, similar to the ones you asked.

"Okay babe, would you rather find a rat in the kitchen or a roach in your bed?"

"I mean... I guess I'd prefer seeing another rat in the kitchen over finding more roaches?"

"M-more?"

"Donna hires her incompetent nephew to do the pest control for the apartments." You swept the line of dirt into the pan and tossed it into the trash. "Actually, speaking of, I should double check the traps and make sure something isn't rotting somewhere in the apartment."

Betelgeuse watched you finish the last of the closing routine. You clicked the pan back around the neck of the broom and stuffed it into a corner behind the counter. The only thing left was Mr. Turner to finish locking up the cash and heading out. You leaned against the counter and rolled your head back to look at the ceiling.

A quiet stillness overtook the store. It lasted a few seconds before Betelgeuse spoke up again.

"Would you rather have a nicer place but the same landlady, or the same apartment with a nicer landlady—"

"Alright Cass, you ready to leave?"

You turned your attention from the unseen ghost to your boss. He smiled and gestured to the door. You returned a half smile before exiting. Mr. Turner locked up, and you waved goodbye. A minute later you sank into the car seat and rested your hands on the wheel.

"Well babes, this certainly seems familiar."

You glanced his way and rolled your eyes before getting the car started.

"Yep, it's been an entire day since a demon followed my home, like a lost puppy."

"I'm way cuter than any puppy. Plus, you can keep me in your apartment all you want and your shitty landlady can't do anything about it!"

"Nicer landlady, by the way," you said as the car sputtered to life.

"What?"

"I'd rather have a nicer landlady than a nicer place. Donna would just let a nicer place fall to ruin."

You pulled out of the parking lot and drove home. At the first red light, you tapped your finger on the wheel and hummed.

"Hey Beetle, would you rather stay in a comfortable and familiar place with people that don't believe half of what you say, or cut all contact with them and be alone if it meant freedom?"

Betelgeuse tilted his head from one side to the other, closing his eyes as he mulled over your question. As he thought, the light changed, and you continued on your way home. A sharp grin stretched across his face a moment later.

"Easy. I'd take my freedom."

Your lips twitched up. "Yeah... me too."

[sinner-as-saint]

Twilight Moments With You

Ex-mob!Bucky x Reader AU.

Run-through: You were just an innocent girl who works in her family’s patisserie. You had an absolutely normal life, until the day you got tangled in the mess between ex-mob James Buchanan Barnes and one of his enemies who is still out to get him. Things changed after that. But not all changes are terrible…

Themes: fluff, smut, age gap

That Friday afternoon, you happened to be at the right place; but at the wrong time.

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“Dad and I will be gone by the time you get back, so make sure you lock everything well before going home. And please be careful. And lock the front door before going to bed. Alright honey?” your very worried mother instructed you while she handed you the bag that you were supposed to deliver to Mr. Barnes.

You smiled at her. Sometimes your mom made it seem like you weren’t a grown adult, instead treated you like you were 10. You lived right down the street from your parents’ house, and they were still worried sick to leave you on your own each time they left town.

“Yes. I’m not a kid, mom.” You grabbed the paper bag and grabbed your car keys. “Have a safe flight, both of you.” you waved at your parents and walked out of the shop, and drove off to Mr. Barnes’ house. By the time you would get there, your mom would’ve already called him to let him know you were coming, just like always.

You smiled at the thought of him. Mr. Barnes…

You had always thought he was one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes one. He was gentle and kind, and very humble. You had heard rumors going around of how he had a dark past, when he was much younger. Some even said that he was involved with the mob. Or dealt with guns and black money and what not.

But you never paid too much attention because, whenever one succeeds at life, and owns a flourishing business, and is well off – being one of the richest men in town; fake rumors were bound to follow. People just can’t help but talk trash sometimes.

To you, Mr. Barnes was just one of your regular clients. He had developed a good, friendly relationship with your parents over the years, and inevitably; you as well. He would often call and place his order, and you had the habit of delivering his order to his place. Often, when he was at home when you came by, he would ask you to stay for a little while and keep him company.

You realized long ago that he was truly amazing. Mature, wise and awkwardly funny as well. You wouldn’t lie, you did have a minuscule crush on the man. How could you not? He was perfect. Always well dressed, and perfect, fluffy hair and well maintained facial hair. He could make anyone’s heart flutter.

 There you were, entering Mr. Barnes’ house to deliver the order he placed an hour ago; éclairs and blueberry cheesecake – some of his favorites from your shop. You had also taken the liberty to throw in some scones in there for him, because you knew how much he liked it. He had mentioned it to you over a conversation once.

Only right when you stepped at the door and knocked, your phone rang. You fished it out of your bag while you waited for the housekeeper to open the door. You saw that it was Mr. Barnes who was calling. You answered immediately.

“Oh hello Mr. B-“

He cut you off frantically. “… don’t go inside! Turn around right now, you hear me.”

You were confused at how concerned and frustrated he sounded.

“What? Why?” you asked back. He had always been so calm and collected, you had known him for over two years and he had never been this way.

“Y/N, just listen to me. Don’t go inside the house, please. I’m coming over right now, it’s-“

“But I’m already at the door and-“

You two were still talking when the door flew open. And a lean, dark haired man stood on the other side.

“Well hello.” The unfamiliar man said.

You froze and your heart sank. Your hand involuntarily lowered the phone from your ear and the last thing you heard was Mr. Barnes swearing. Your heartbeat increased at the sight of the gun the man at the door held in his hand. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

You knew immediately that something was wrong. But there was not much you could do. You couldn’t even run, this man looked like he could easily run much faster than you, plus he had a gun.

You heard a voice coming from inside. “Let her in. Can’t keep a lady waiting now, can we?” the deep voice from inside spoke up again. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine.

The guy at the door opened the door wider and let you in. You had no other choice but to step inside. You looked around, seeing if you could see any familiar faces; one of the maids, or the housekeeper. But you saw no one. Just tons of men in black suits. Armed men in black suits.

The guy at the door led you inside, his gun in his hand by his side. You held the bag of baked goodies like your life depended on it as you walked in reluctantly. You spotted a group of people in the living room. One man sat on the couch, the others; who looked like guards were scattered all over the room.

“Hello beautiful. Do you know me?” the man asked.

You took in his appearance. Long blond hair tied at the back, deep blue eyes, large frame, muscular – he looked weirdly familiar. You stared at him until it clicked.

“You… you’re- are you…” you trailed off, unable to believe that the man who has been all over the news lately was now sat in front of you; smirking.

The man chuckled. “I’m Thor. What’s your name?” he asked as though talking to a child. You were somewhat offended.

You straightened your back and faced him with a slight frown. “What are you doing in Mr. Barnes’ home?” you asked.

Thor got up and walked over to you. You flinched as he reached out to touch your face; gently running his knuckles against your skin. He scoffed. “I see why Barnes likes to have you around, you’re a pretty little angel.” He whispered so that just the two of you heard.

You looked up and glared at him, which for some weird reasons made him chuckle. And just as he was laughing, you heard a group of people barge inside the house in a rush. A group of men; armed and led by the one and only – Mr. Barnes. They rapidly made their way into the living area while Thor’s men all turned to face them, with their guns at the ready.

  When Bucky drove into his yard, he saw that the front door was wide open. Shit. Shit. Shit.

All he could think of was you. Thor was in there, that he knew because the latter had bothered to call him and boast about breaking into his home. So Bucky called his guys and they all followed him till here. Thor wasn’t a problem; Bucky could easily handle him.

But you were unfortunately here as well. Bucky had to keep you safe, no matter what because… you were the one who had stolen his heart the minute he saw you two years ago, in that lovely shop of yours; wearing that little apron, with a bit of flour on your cheek. Warm smile, kind words and pretty eyes – Bucky was floored.

For two whole years he had tried to confess his feelings, but for some reasons, he never could. So he made do by visiting your shop more often than he should. And ordering more baked goods than one should consume. And his heart always fluttered whenever you came by to drop his order. But he never once mentioned all that he felt for you. He was always too worried; worried that if you rejected him he’d lose your friendship as well. Scared that he might put you in danger because of his past.

Just what was happening now.

As he marched over to his front door, followed by his men, Bucky couldn’t help but worry about you.

Don’t you worry sweetheart, I’m here now.

He knew Thor wouldn’t hurt you, else Bucky would have his head. But if Thor ever so much as touched you, Bucky knew he would go insane.

Bucky tried his best to hide his own gun behind his coat so as not to startle you because the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. But the moment he saw Thor’s hands on you, he lost it. Bucky aimed his gun at Thor and cocked it, the sound resonated around the quiet room.

And just like that, all eyes were on him – including yours. He didn’t see fear in your eyes, so he calmed down a little bit.

“Get away from her. Now.” he sounded menacing. Cold. Bitter.

 You had never seen Mr. Barnes with a gun before. You didn’t even know he had one. But regardless, you were just happy he was here; saving you from Thor.

Thor laughed again. “There you are, I’ve been waiting for a while. Luckily I had this pretty thing to keep me company.” Thor spoke and grabbed your arm, pulling you into him forcefully. You tried to get out of his touch but he only tightened his grip around your arm the more you tried to get away.

Bucky’s anger amplified.

“Let go of her.” He threatened, maintaining his aim at Thor.

Thor smirked. “Is she your little girlfriend?” he asked. Both you and Bucky shared a look before Bucky shifted his focus back on Thor.

“She has nothing to do with this. Let her go.” He spoke, calmly and menacingly. And the authority in his voice sent a tingle down your back – not in a bad way.

Thor finally let you go. And you rushed to stand on Bucky’s side. You were sacred, but you always had a talent to hide your emotions so you seemed visibly calm.

“Go upstairs, to my study. And don’t come out until I come and get you.” Bucky ordered, and when you realized he was in fact talking to you, you didn’t even question him.

You just nodded and rushed upstairs. You had been to his house a lot of times, you knew your way around. So you found the study in no time, shut the door behind you once you stepped inside and finally let out a sigh of relief.

You set the paper bag full of baked goods aside and dropped your bag on the floor and looked around. You were panicking in the beginning, but as you looked around the vintage-style study/office, you calmed down a little.

Despite whatever was happening downstairs, you couldn’t help but walk around in Mr. Barnes’ study. The room smelt like him. Like cedar wood and citrus fruit and amber. You relaxed as you breathed in his scent and looked around the room. Large, wooden, filled book shelves. A majestic chair at his desk. Several papers scattered all over his desk. Files neatly arranged in the cabinet beside his desk. His own little orderly mess.

He even had a typewriter on his desk. Although you doubted he ever used it.

 While you were alone in his study, that gave you time to think. Were the rumors circulating around town true after all? Was Mr. Barnes actually involved with the mob? Well, the previous scene did confirm that for you but you were still not entirely convinced.

Mr. Barnes, someone so gentle and kind. One with whom you had had many conversations in the past years. One who would always see you off till his front door when you came by. How could he, someone so nice, be affiliated with the mob, and gangs, and gangsters?

You were busy overthinking and checking out the books mindlessly when you heard the door knob being turned. You panicked and turned around to face the door and relief washed over you when you saw Mr. Barnes’ smiling face.

“Hi.” He said, and walked into the room.

You placed the book back in its spot and smiled back at the man. “Hi.” You replied. Both of you wondering to how even begin to address whatever just happened.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking down at the ground and shoved both his hands in the pockets of his coat. He had left his gun downstairs, he didn’t want to scare you.

“Oh don’t be. Please.” Your words made him look back at you. “If anything, I’m sorry. I should’ve called before coming, I didn’t mean t-,”

He cut you off.

“No, hey. I- I know you have a lot of questions and I’m willing to answer all of them. These people that were downstairs, they…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Thor, right? He’s been all over the news lately.” You had heard of Thor before.

Bucky scoffed. “He’s bad news.” He commented and awaited your follow up question.

“Are you?” you asked, then realized it might have sounded rude. “I’m sorry, but… people talk, you know?” you lowered your head in shame. Mr. Barnes was a friend of your parents and here you were, interrogating him.

Bucky walked up to you. “What do they say about me, Y/N?” there was something about the way he said your name. You liked your own name better when he said it. It rolled off his tongue perfectly.

You bit your lower lip and looked down for a moment. “They say you were one of the bad guys once. That you were, um, affiliated with the mob. That you used to lead the biggest gang the city had ever seen.” You told him all that you had heard around in your shop.

You lowered your head again. Bucky sighed. “Look at me.” He ordered and you listened. You looked up and found yourself staring into deep, ocean blue eyes which reminded you of a stormy weather. “The rumors are true.” He confirmed.

But while he expected you to seem visibly scared, or take off running, you just stood there and nodded slowly.

Because truth is, you weren’t scared of him. You knew him, maybe not his past self, but the man he was now wouldn’t hurt anyone. You were sure of that.

“But I don’t do all that anymore. I still have my people around, just in case. Like when situations like today arises, but other than that, no. I’m a changed man.” He desperately needed you to believe him.

And you did.

“I believe you.” Just three words from you, and Bucky’s heart fluttered. Who knew that all it would take would be a pretty girl in a brown sweater, telling the ex-mob boss that she believes he’s a changed man, to make him all giddy and almost light headed.

“You do?” Bucky couldn’t believe it.

You nodded, and faintly smiled at him. “No one is defined by their past. It’s who you are now that matters. And if you ask me, I think you’re a very kind man. You’re a good person. I’m sure my parents would say the same, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky was floored. If you unknowingly hadn’t already, you definitely had him wrapped around your little finger now. And in that moment, as you looked up at him and smiled softly, Bucky knew that he would protect you – come what may.  

He smiled a little and lowered his head. “Thank you for saying that.”

You gave him another smile and checked the time on the clock placed on his desk. “I should go. It’s getting late.” You started walking away but he stopped you.

He gently grabbed you by the arm and cause you to halt in your steps. His touch was gentle and comforting – a contrast to Thor’s grip from earlier. You turned around and faced Bucky.

“Promise me you’ll stay with your parents for a couple of days. With Thor and everything… it’s not safe for you to be alone. Alright?” he hated the thought of Thor getting to you again.

Only there was one problem.

“Uh, Mr. Barnes… mom and dad are gone for the weekend.” You told him.

Bucky frowned.

“What do you mean?” he asked, already worried.

You then explained to him how there was a wedding in the family, and how your parents were out of town and wouldn’t be back until Monday night.

“You can’t stay alone. It’s for your own safety.” Bucky thought over it for a minute. “If you don’t mind, may I suggest something?”

You nodded, picking your bag up from the ground.

“Maybe you could stay with me. You can have the guest room. I’ll tighten the security anyways so, you’ll be safe here.” He added, “Besides, it’s just for a few days. You can tell your parents you’re staying with a friend or something.”

You gave it a thought. Sure, this was odd. But the thought of it didn’t make you uncomfortable, not in the least.

Bucky spoke up again. “I just don’t want you to find yourself in a situation where Thor or anyone of his men break into your home and try to hurt you. He’s a lunatic. I just want you to be safe.”

The thought of Thor possibly trying to hurt you made you shiver. And Bucky noticed, and he hated it. He wanted you to be safe, and comfortable. With him.

“I, uh, I wouldn’t want to be a bother Mr. Barnes.” You spoke, sheepishly.

He scoffed and stepped closer to you. “Of course not. But you were caught in this mess because of me. The least I can do is ensure your safety. Please, let me keep you safe.” The softness of his voice made you all mushy inside.

You thought over it again, and nodded.

Bucky smiled. “Now tell me, what do you need from your house? I’ll have a car ready to go fetch everything you need.”

You suddenly felt very spoilt. “Just clothes. And my dog, please.”

Bucky smiled again. “Of course, doll.”

-

As promised, all your stuff was here before the evening. He had sent his assistant to pack your bags, and sent some of his men to close your shop and put up a notice that you won’t open for the weekend, and he also strictly told you that you were not to go anywhere alone for the coming few days.

You settled into his guest bedroom alright. It was spacious, and comfortable and reminded you a lot of your own bedroom so you blended right in.

As you slept at night, you thought about all that happened today. Talk about a crazy day. You went from working in your shop, to being caught in the crossfire among mob bosses, to being roommates with the most handsome man you know.

Then as usual, some of the day’s highlights popped out to you. Like how Bucky’s didn’t deny or say anything when Thor asked if you were his girlfriend. Or how he called you ‘doll’ earlier, so effortlessly. Or how he was so protective the minute he saw Thor’s grip on you.

Just thinking about all that made you giddy.

 Bucky thought of you too as he slept, with a lovesick smile on his face with because he knew you were just two rooms down from his.

He thought about how your face lit up the minute you saw him earlier, and how you rushed to his side and away from Thor. He liked how you obeyed him without a question. Such a good girl you were today. And he felt a warmth wash over him at how you weren’t judging him for his past. Instead, you trusted him enough to protect you.

 And both of you were really looking forward to spending the next few days together.

 ---

 Being in Bucky’s company was everything you expected it would be. He was great company, and could be funny as well. And you had never thought you’d be so attracted to him. You could feel your little crush on him developing into something more… intense.

The next morning, when you stepped into the kitchen; you found him making breakfast. And you never knew that a man could look this handsome while making pancakes.

And you often wondered if it was just your imagination, or was he actually subtly flirting with you? You could never figure it out. Although he did do everything in his power to make you feel at home and comfortable. He even told you that you were free to bake whatever you’d like whenever you’d like.

And the next day, at around 11 p.m. at night, when you couldn’t sleep; you got downstairs into his kitchen and began making apple pies. You tried to be as quiet as possible, and soon, Bucky joined you in the kitchen.

“Oh I’m so sorry. Did I wake you up?” you wondered if he’d be grumpy about it.

He wasn’t. He smiled and took a seat at the kitchen island.

“No, not at all. I wasn’t asleep yet, and I heard you in the kitchen so I thought I’d keep you company.” He answered with a smile.

You smiled back and went back to your pies.

This was one of the things you liked most about him, silence was never uncomfortable or awkward when he was around. It was peaceful. You two could just sit at the same table, drinking a warm drink and not utter a word, and that was okay. It wasn’t weird.

When you sat at the kitchen island a few stools away from him, both of you sipping on the tea you just made and waiting on the pies – only then did you realize how comfortable you had gotten in his house. And how comfortable you were with sharing space with him.

Out of curiosity, you asked, “Have you, um, spoken to Thor? You know, after the whole… thing?”

Bucky smiled faintly and gave that soft look which made you melt. Only this time, it also made a tingle dance down your spine.

“He will be taken care of, don’t you worry about a thing. He will never hurt you, I’ll make sure of that. Okay?” his voice was so soft and smooth that you had trouble believing that this very gentle, and caring man had such a dark past.

You nodded. “I trust you.” you said, out of nowhere. And like before, Bucky’s heart raced at your words. There were very few people in this world who trusted him so wholeheartedly. And it filled him with warmth that the girl he likes so much does.

He didn’t say anything, he just stared into your eyes and you in his. If he was close, maybe he’d even dare to lean in to steal a kiss or two. And you’d let him, you knew you would. The more he stared into your eyes, the more you realized that his eyes weren’t just blue. But they reminded you of a stormy weather over the sea. Breathtaking, beautiful and dangerous.

-

Dangerous because you caught yourself thinking and daydreaming about him all weekend long. Each time he was near, your heart skipped a beat. Each time he said your name, your mind would immediately go to filth. Each morning when you heard him grunt while he was working out in his indoor gym, your body throbbed shamelessly. And before you knew it, you found yourself crushing on him. Hard.

How could you not? He was powerful, and charming with a bad boy past. And you had always secretly been a sucker for men like that. Not to mention he was older – just your type. But you couldn’t do anything about your crush on him. He was doing you a favor and keeping you safe, you couldn’t possibly tell him you like him, could you?

 Meanwhile Bucky was suffering in silence and pining as well. Each time you came downstairs in your PJs, or your messy bed hair or whenever he found you just lounging anywhere, or in his kitchen just walking around and cooking. He wanted nothing more than to just have you in his bed, and whisper in your ear about how much he likes you and show you that he can definitely treat you better than the boys your age.

But you were always so polite and sweet to him that he felt ashamed of all the vulgar thoughts he had regarding you. But he couldn’t help it, he didn’t choose to fall for you; his heart did, right?

-

But then Sunday evening changed everything.

For the whole day, you had been feeling all warm and tingly whenever he was around. Then in the afternoon when you were in the kitchen, trying to reach the top shelf to look for a jar to put all the cookies you just made in, Bucky came up and stood behind you. He smiled softly at how you struggled to get the jar.

Without a word said, he placed both his hands on your waist and gently pushed you aside. “It’s okay I’ll get it, doll.” he said and reached up to grab the jar for you.

Your lips parted as you shivered from his brief touch, and the nickname. Bucky handed you the jar and almost smirked at your flustered demeanor. Well, well. Who knew that all it would take was a nickname to get you all worked up?

“Are you okay?” he asked, and you caught the teasing tone of his immediately. Oh… you could feel the tension and the pull between the two of you as though it were tangible.

You cleared your throat in order to sound more confident. “Yes, I am.”

He chuckled and walked away.

 You thought that this would just end up being another night where you slept with the thought of him in your mind. But then halfway through the night, you couldn’t fall asleep for the life of you. So you decided to tiptoe into his study room to grab a book because his collection was incredible.

However what you didn’t know, as you skimmed through the books on his shelves, was that you weren’t alone in the room.

“Trouble sleeping, doll?” you heard a voice ask, and you immediately turned around to find Bucky sat on the couch on the other side of the room.

“Oh,” you suddenly got very nervous and self-conscious in your little PJ shorts. “I was just…” you trailed off and ceased talking the moment he stood up and made his way to you, lazily but making your heart race.

“Just what?” he asked, stepping closer to you. His voice was low, and deeper than usual. Almost raspy and it sent another tingle dancing down your spine, and you were almost certain that you also got goose bumps just with the sound of his voice.

Luckily, you found your voice again. “Just looking for a book I could borrow.” You explained. “What are you doing up?” you asked, casually. Trying to hide your nervousness as best as possible. But he caught it in your eyes, and he saw you checking him out.

“Just thinking.” He spoke, softly. He inched forward and twirled a lock of your hair in between his fingers and then stared right into your eyes.

“About what?” you asked, getting breathless from his proximity alone.

“You.”

You felt it then. The shift in the mood, in the air; in between you two. The pull, and the sparks were more intense than ever. And without realizing, you were the one who began leaning in first. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed his body into yours. He leaned in as well, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

Remnants of his cologne filled your senses as you held him close with your hand sliding into his hair. You tugged on his hair, gently but firmly as his tongue slipped into your mouth once again, slowly stroking the top of your mouth. Your mouths moved perfectly together, Bucky nibbled on your lip and kissed your open mouth with ardor. His hand slipped under your sweater and he caressed your warm skin with his slightly cold hands; tracing the skin right under your boobs – most definitely leaving goose bumps where his fingers touched you so lovingly.

A moan escaped your lips, you whimpered through the kiss as his hand reached your lower back and landed right on your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smirked at your reaction and did it again while walking the two of you backwards until he sat you down on the edge of his desk.

Bucky pulled away then to look at you with adoration and hunger in his eyes. “You okay, doll?” he asked, softly.

You nodded quickly. He smiled and leaned in for another kiss, this time slowly lifting your sweater up until he finally took it off and tossed it aside carelessly, leaving you in just your shorts. But neither of you minded the nudity. His lips slowly moved along your jaw and down to the side of your throat, leaving dark red marks behind on your skin.

“You are so perfect…” he mumbled against your skin, causing you to shudder in his arms. You involuntarily whined when he playfully bit your neck. He figured that must be your weak spot so he teased that area with his lips, tongue and teeth – making your arousal slowly flow out of you and accumulate into your underwear.

He was purposely messing with you, touching you but still avoiding where you needed him the most. And you were getting impatient, so you grabbed his hand which was on your waist and you brought it in front of you and dipped it into your shorts, placing his palm right on top of your dripping heat.

Bucky smirked; both turned on and surprised at your sudden confidence and behavior. He took the liberty to mess with your wet folds by gently moving his fingers around and smearing your wetness all over your clit. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled. “Seems like you need me badly, don’t you babygirl?” he mumbled against your lips.

You never knew that you were one who would immediately feel weak in the knees at the sound of a nickname. But now you did.

You nodded quickly and he chuckled. “Such a good girl.” He spoke as he pushed you down on the table. Your legs dangled at the edge of the table as he took your shorts off in no time. He smirked when he saw that you had no underwear on, and leaned down to leave a trail of kisses from your ankle up till your inner thighs. His beard felt rough against your skin, but you loved it.

He left dark red marks once again all over your inner thighs. His wet mouth moved from your inner thighs to your hip bones and back. He kissed you everywhere except for where you needed him the most; teasing you and making you whine in need and desperation.

You tangled your fingers into his hair and guided his face to your dripping core. He looked up at you and smirked again as he grabbed your right leg and hooked it over his shoulder. The moment his mouth touched you, you let out a moan. His lips moved along your wet folds as his tongue teased your entrance. His facial hair scratched your sensitive skin, as your arousal spread all over his mouth and chin.

He secured your leg over his shoulder and he ate you out passionately, closing his eyes and savoring your taste. He made you forget about the rest of the world, like nothing else mattered other than the two of you. He kept teasing your core with his mouth and soon, you were a nothing but a wet, moaning mess under him. He lifted his mouth off of you as he felt your orgasm building. He pushed his two fingers past your entrance and pumped them in and out of you rapidly. He felt your walls clench around his fingers as you moaned louder and louder with each stroke of his fingers against your walls.

You couldn’t hold back the pressure anymore so you let go and came violently around his fingers. You moaned out loud as you came, and Bucky placed his mouth on your wet core once again, to lap up everything you had to offer. He licked each and every drop of your cum as it spilled out of you.

Your body trembled on his desk as he stood up and lowered his pants. He chuckled as you struggled to sit up, and moved forward to wrap his arms around you as you wrapped your legs around him. You smiled shyly up at him. He smiled down at you before pushing you back down on the table.

Bucky leaned down and his mouth latched on to one of your nipples. He sucked on it gently as his teeth teased the bud and your back arched off the table in pleasure; whining. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged on his hair softly, making him groan. He kissed his way up to your neck once again as he aligned his cock to your core. You could feel his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your clit. Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you out entirely.

He panted as he started rocking in and out of you slowly, carefully watching your face intently – looking for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, he sped up. You moaned out loud, feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was his body.

“Fuck… you feel so good…” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and mewls in the process. You whined upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another. Mixed with his scent and the growls leaving his mouth, it was all too sinful.

“You’re all mine, you hear me?” he asked, driven by his lust and passion for you. He stared down at you, his ocean blue eyes seemed even prettier in the dimmed room. You could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. He leaned in again, kissing you softly. “Say it, doll. Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered against your lips.

Something about how he sounded so calm even while he was fucking you hard made you tremble under him. “I’m yours…” you whispered, shuddering under him. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it.

Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you, he wanted to feel all of you and he wanted you to feel all of him. He was relentless. He growled right in your ear as his body moved perfectly against yours. You whined; feeling a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as your walls milked him perfectly. A tear fell from your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away. He bent down and kissed your lips, pounding into you rapidly like his life depended on it.

Bucky felt you clench and tighten around him, “Come on, doll. Cum for me.” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. Your mind was foggy by now, and it took your brain a few seconds to register and process his words.

Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you; his cock throbbing against your walls. He came with a growl, griping your hips. You whined as you came around him as well. Swear words flowing out of your mouth like a chant as you felt his cum dripping out of you as he slowly slipped out of you. His body went limp and he fell in your arms, his body weight reassuring you that you were safe in his embrace as his body heat gave you comfort.

You both panted, trying your best to calm your racing hearts. He placed his face in the crook of your neck and his ragged, warm breath fanned your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulder and held him close. His bare chest on top of yours and his length pressed unmoving against your core.  

Moments later, he placed both his hands on both sides of you and lifted himself up slightly so he could look at you. He gave you a bright smile and leaned down just the slightest bit to kiss your forehead. The feel of his beard against your skin made you giggle. “Are you okay, doll?”

You smiled and nodded.

Bucky smiled down at you, “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

-

That night in his study room changed everything. The next morning, as you joined him in the kitchen for breakfast, your parents called to let you know that they were gonna be away for a few more days. They asked if you’d be alright on your own. You told them you would be. Then you told Bucky about it and he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Looks like I have you all to myself for some more days.” He mumbled against your lips and held you closer.

And as expected, the next few days were pure bliss. The next day, Bucky announced that there was no need to be afraid of Thor anymore because he had been ‘dealt with’. You didn’t know what that meant, but you didn’t bother asking because all that mattered was that he was not going to pester you anymore.

During the week, you did open your shop and you worked like you always did. But after closing, you made your way to Bucky’s place instead of your house. He insisted on it. Besides, you loved spending time with him. And sleeping in his arms at night, knowing you were safe and sound was much better than sleeping all alone in your bed.

Bucky was good to you. However, you did wonder what would happen to your ‘situation’ once your parents get back home. You often thought about it whenever you were alone at work, so you eventually asked him about it.

You found him, yet again, in his study room one evening. It wasn’t too dark yet outside, but it was dark enough that he had to turn on the reading lamp in the room. And only upon entering the room did you realized just how much you liked watching him sit on that majestic and comfy chair in his study, with the golden light from the lamp shining down on him. He looked angelic in his all brown, vintage-styled study room.

“Hi.” You spoke softly as you walked into the room.

He lifted his head up from a book and smiled immediately upon seeing you. “Oh there you are, sweetheart.” He extended an arm for you to take, “Come here.”

You took his arm and settled on his lap, like you had done so many times. You hugged him tightly and pushed your face into the crook of his neck. Bucky smiled and hugged you back, his hands casually resting on your butt.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, noticing that you seemed a little off.

You told him about all that you’ve been thinking about lately. And how you’re worried about what your parents might think or say regarding this, and how you’re worried that things would change between you and him once you move back to your home.

He listened with a smile on his face.

“Hey, calm down.” He ran a soothing hand down your back as you straddled his thighs. “I have had feelings for you for two years now. I think it’s high time I make you mine.” he smirked just a little. “So tell me, will you be mine?”

You smiled shyly and nodded, quickly hiding your face into his neck again. Bucky spoke up again, “Don’t you worry about anything, doll. I’ve got you now.” He smiled when you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“I’m gonna protect you with my life.” He whispered against your hair and kissed the top of your head. He had been dreaming for way too long about these lazy evenings in your arms, these twilight moments with you. And now he finally had you, and he was the happiest man alive.  

[iguessilovebakugou]

Stranger ||  Bakugou x Reader ||  { Anon Request }  ||  Stalking

TW:  Cursing ||  Stalking || Threats of violence  ||  Implied desire for Non-Con (not from Bakugou tho) Word Count:  5.5K

It started after the Sport Festival.  

A DM that had been sent to your private social media account - a friend from your old school named Honoka. You hadn’t spoken to her since starting UA - and the moment you saw the notification, you felt guilty that this was how she had to reach out to you.  She had been so proud of you when you got accepted, she almost started crying, hugging you tightly and telling you as much.  She asked you to keep in contact in High School.  You had promised her you would.

You had been so busy, it was hard keeping promises.

Honoka: Hey!  I saw you on the TV - you were amazing!  I can’t believe they wouldn’t let you pass onto the finals.  Good thing though - you would have gone against that asshole.

Honoka:  Not that you couldn’t have handled it!

It should have tipped you off that one of the quieter kids of school would have used such language, but it didn’t.  It had been a few months since starting high school and people have changed faster.  You didn’t think much about it aside from replying before your train pulled into the station.  You might miss your stop and be late to school.  

You were always punctual and refused to have something as stupid as that go against your record.  

You waited until you were off the train, standing on the steps before sending a quick message. 

Thanks!  It was really terrifying.  But I lost fair and square.  Besides, I wasn’t the only one who didn’t make it to the finals.  So I guess it’s okay. :) 

You decided not to humor her comment about Bakugou.  While it drew a hot, angry tie around your neck, part of you understood.  Honoka wasn’t alone in thinking he was...less than pleasant.  It had been a point of contention, something that bothered you both that day and since.  People were just wrong about him.  She didn’t know him like Class 1-A did.  A few short clips from some televised sports festival didn’t do him nearly the justice he was deserved.

You didn’t have enough time to put your phone back in your jacket pocket when it buzzed again. 

Honoka: Still.

Honoka: You were so strong.  We all think they should have made an exception for you.

Honoka: We should meet up sometime.  Gtg! Text me after school to set up a time!

You wanted to question it but you didn’t.  

You really should have questioned it.  

King Explosion Murder was a perfectly good name.

Miss Midnight just doesn’t understand art.

The conversation had been going on for a hour.  It was the longest that you and Bakugou had texted.  You had moved from a group text to your own private thread.  He didn’t text you like normal boys did - no pictures, no emojis, no stupid memes he had found.  It was...conversation, one that hadn’t been as hard to keep going as you thought.  you tried to distract yourself with school work while he replied, but found it hard not to keep your attention on your screen as the text bubble flashed.  

Bakugou:  It was better than “Deku”.

Well Deku was less violent

Bakugou:  AND IT WAS STILL BETTER

Bakugou:  THAN FUCKING DEKU’S

Honoka: You still up?

You stopped.  Honoka?  Why on earth was she texting you...oh shit.  You groaned, rubbing your eyes and kicking yourself for forgetting to text her back like she had asked.  You had been so wrapped up texting Bakugou since getting home that it just completely slipped your mind.  Though, to be fair, most things slipped your mind around him.

You opened your chat with her, trying to figure out how to apologize without seeming like too much of an asshole.

Hey, yeah, sorry.

I started talking to one of my classmates and totally forgot.  

My bad, dood. 

Once again, she replied quickly. 

Honoka: Who were you talking to?

There was a small part of you that wanted to ask her why it was her business, but you bit your tongue.  She probably didn’t mean anything by it and some residual bitterness from her comment this morning was probably lingering.  You took a deep breath. 

Bakugou.  

We workshopped hero names today.  His got shot down by our teacher.  

It was so sad. 🤣🤣🤣

Honoka:  Why are you talking to him?

It wasn’t a question, not really.  It was a statement.  Like you talking to Bakugou was taboo, you could practically hear her grasping her pearls.  You shouldn’t have had to explain to her why you were talking anyone, let alone him, and it bothered you that she felt she was owed that right. That she even dare ask the question. Your brow furrowed as you sat up in bed.  

What do you mean?

Honoka:  Why are you talking to him?  He seems like an dick

Honoka:  And isn’t good for you. 

Honoka:  You need to focus on being the best hero you can be.

Honoka:  He seems like he would only drag you down. 

Rage filled your stomach.  Your hands were shaking as you tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.  She had never acted this way before...right?  She had always been so nice and meek and unassuming and... 

You were confused, finding yourself chewing on your lip as you tried to make sense of what the hell you were seeing.

He’s my friend.  I really like him.

Look, he’s not as mean as he appears on TV.  He’s actually a really good guy.  And he’s really smart and he’s going to be a better hero than even me some day.

So I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about him like that.

The chat bubble popped up.  Then disappeared.  Then popped up.  And disappeared again.

It’s funny - you had never felt so threatened by someone not answering.  But as the bubble flashed for a final time, something told you that you had fucked up. 

Honoka was always quiet, yes, but she was also amazingly sweet.  She cried when you were little kids at the ending scene in All Dog’s Go to Heaven, always scrounged up change to donate to someone on the street looking for food, and volunteered every weekend to help with the younger students struggling in studies.  She hadn’t been born with a mean bone in her body.  

But by the end of the week, you were certain the person messaging you wasn’t the same Honoka you knew.  She had changed - and not for the better.  Not in the slightest.  She was growing more insistent that you talk to her - every night.  And if you didn’t?  

The calls were incessant.  One after the other until you finally had to shut your ringer off.  And the voicemails - she never spoke.  Just let it sit for a moment before hanging up.  And you were grateful for it - you didn’t want to talk to her.  Every chance she got, she showered you with praise and adoration while slinging hate at all your friends in 1-A.  But no one got it like Bakugou did.

Honoka:  Stop talking to him.

It’s not any of your damn business who I’m talking to.

Honoka:  If you don’t stop talking to him, I’ll tell him what a whore you were in Middle School.

The water of your bath was scalding, but that didn’t stop you from shaking.  Why was she doing this to you?  Why was she so adamant about making your life miserable?  This wasn’t Honoka - not even in the slightest.  

I’m blocking you.  Leave me alone.

Don’t talk to me anymore.

No matter what, he was pure evil to Honoka.  He was disgusting, arrogant, rude, a monster, a villain hiding in sheep's clothing and would do nothing but drag you down.  He would hurt you, she said.  

Honoka:  Go ahead.  I’ll just make other accounts.

She was as good as her word.  At least that hadn’t changed.

Your classmates were starting to take notice.  After the first few accounts were blocked, she started using a calling app to randomly call you - only to hang up the moment you answered.  Sometimes it was once a night, supplemented with texts about what a no good, lying whore you were.  About how you were just some slut who’s opening you legs for the first guy who gave you any attention. 

Honoka:  Fucking skank.

Honoka:  You’re so fucking worthless.  

Honoka:  You fucking him?  Is that it?  Is that why you want to defend him so bad?

Honoka:  He’s probably fucking every other girl in your class.

Other times, the calls were every hour on the hour.  It had gotten so bad, that you started sleeping in later and later.

You raced through the empty halls, trying to will time to back up.  You had slept in, missing your first train.  When you got on the second one, you fell back asleep until the stop after yours.  The only thing you could do was get off and just run to school as fast as you could.  Class had started 20 minutes ago.  This had never happened before - in your whole life.  You were always meticulous about getting to class early.

You were a good student.  A good person.  You were.  

“Well, look who decided to join us.”  Mr. Aizawa didn’t even bother to hide the annoyance in his voice.  It made it all the more terrible

You wanted to cry.  You felt the eyes of everyone in your class fall on you.  It made your skin squirm, your stomach flip.  You wanted to turn around and just...run home.  To crawl into your bed and... 

You bowed low, your head almost hitting the floor.  “I’m so sorry I’m late, sir!  It won’t happen again!”

“Be sure that it doesn’t.”  His glare hardened.  “We’ll talk after class about your punishment.”

Punishment.  Shit.  You couldn’t speak, resigning to solemnly nodding as you making the walk of shame to your seat, collapsing down.  You had to take a minute, to steady your breath.  To try and collect yourself.  At least at school, you had an excuse not to answer her texts.  To ignore her and pretend like she wasn’t out there being fucking crazy.  School was safe.  School was free from it all.

Almost by habit, you turned and looked over at Bakugou.  A small part of you was praying that he was looking at you.  That his glare would ground you in a way only it knew how.  But when your eyes met...the only thing you felt was misery.  

You fucking him?  Is that it?  

Your heart raced, panic flooded your nerves, and all you wanted to do was run.  Get away from everyone and just...just go to sleep.  You just wanted to sleep.  But Honoka wasn’t allowing that.  You couldn’t stop thinking about half of the things she said while the other half had been resting heavily in your stomach, making you sick.  She was stealing everything from you.

You’re a fucking slut opening her legs for the first guy who gives you attention.  And of course it had to be that fucking dog.

No...no you couldn’t look at him for too long, afraid that he would know.  Terrorized as you were, you couldn’t run the risk of him finding out.  Because...what if she messaged him first?  What if she told him all of her lies and...what if he believed her?

No.  No, that couldn’t happen.

You pulled away from his stare, folding in on yourself.  Just get out your books.  Focus on class and get out your books.  Your phone dinged and your blood ran cold.  You dreaded even looking at it, but as you tugged out your notebook,  the piece of plastic fell, resting against the back of your bag.  It was as if some higher power was damning you to be always aware of the vitriol Honoka was spewing in your direction.  The lock screen shone bright: 21 missed texts, 44 missed calls.  But the most recent message sent horror down your spine.

Honoka:  Naughty girl, sleeping in late for school.  

You slipped out of the lunch room and made your way down the hall.  You were going to put an end to this - once and for all.  You didn’t know what game Honoka was playing at, but whatever it was, you were fucking done.  She was starting to seep into every facet of your life and it was ending now.  Right then, in that hallway.  

When you got a safe distance away from the double doors, to ensure no one could hear you when you started screaming, you searched through your contacts for her number.  When you finally found it however...

God, just looking at her name made you sick.  The fact her contact picture was of you and her, eating ice cream at a beach, grinning and giving the camera a peace sign, posing as only 12 year old girls knew how, it drove a knife into your chest, twisting it even deeper the longer you stared at it.  She was making your life a living hell.  It wasn’t right, it didn’t make any fucking sense.  Why was she doing this to you?  Did you do something to her?  Were you cruel in your last interaction?  Did you make a joke that went so poorly that she decided the only way to get back at you was to ruin your entire life?  To push you so close to the edge that...

She going out of her way to make your life a living hell and for what?  

Well, no better time like the present to find out.

Your thumb slammed down on the dial button.  Each ring was like nails on chalk board.

Her voice was even worse.

She said your name so surprised, before crying it out in joy.  “Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

Well...that...wasn’t...true?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Honoka went silent on the other end of the phone.  “Uh...are you okay?”

“You’ve been harassing me since the festival and you’re just going to act like-”

“Wait...what?”

“The thousands of texts!?  The millions of calls!?”

She didn’t answer.  You couldn’t help the grin that spread over your face.  You fucking got her.  You caught her in her bullshit lie and she didn’t have anything to say for it.  You hated to admit it, but part of you was excited to hear how she was going to explain it way.  How she was going to break down and finally you could tell her off and it was going to stop and you could get a good night’s sleep and maybe your mom could make your favorite curry and you would be able to eat it and not throw it up later and -

“I haven’t been texting you.”

Well...you couldn’t have said you were expecting that.  You stopped, staring at your feet.  “I...what?”

“I...haven’t been calling you.  Or texting you.”  She said, her voice - that ever familiar voice - filled with worry.

...of course she would be worried.  She was always so fucking nice. 

“Yes you have!!”  You shouted, gritting your teeth.

She said your name, so softly and so calmly, “No.  I haven’t.  I promise you, I haven’t.  Are you okay?  Is everything alright?”

The phone vibrated in your fingers and the screen lit up once more.  Another unknown number was calling you.  You didn’t hesitate and for the first time since this all began you answered the her-him-they-it. 

“What!?”  You screamed, pressing the phone to your ear.  You strained to hear, to try and find out who was doing this to you.  “What do you want!?  Why are you doing this to me!?  Leave me alone!!!”

...click!

The dial tone felt like a death sentence.

The hallway shrunk and expanded, growing larger and darker - like the mouth of the beast, it was going to swallow you whole.  You pressed your phone to your forehead, slumped to the floor and realized...you were crying.  No, not just crying.  You were sobbing, each one wracking your body and shaking your bones.  Shit...shit, shit, shit.  You just wanted to go back to the way things were.  You wanted it to stop, wanted whoever was doing this to leave you alone and - 

Your phone buzzed again.  Another message.  

Another sob rocked your body, but you found the strength to turn it back into view.

UNKNOWN NUMBER ::  [ MULTIMEDIA MESSAGE ]

Your fingers trembled so hard you almost dropped the phone.  You didn’t want to look at whatever it was.  Whoever was doing to you was fucking sick, was deranged and psychotic and out of their mind and...you had to do something about it.  Maybe you could tell a teacher?  But what could they do about it?  Up security?  Just for you?  No, it was entirely out of the question.  You couldn’t go to the police - since who ever this was hadn’t physically done anything to harm you.  

You were on your own.

You opened the message.

It was your house.  The sun was setting.  Then another.  This one was early in the morning.  Then another.  And another.  Another another another another another another another another another different angles, different times of day...but all focused on one spot. 

Your bedroom.  Sometimes it was empty, but other times you were in shot.  Sometimes working on homework, sometimes sitting with your cat on the window sill, other times pulling your shirt above your head, reaching behind your back for your bra and...

UNKOWN NUMBER :  Stop ignoring me.

Your phone clattered to the floor as you gripped your hair, trying to steady your breathing.  In two three fours, Out two three fours.  In two three fours, Out two three-

“Hey.”

The scream was involuntary, as was backing against the lockers so hard that you slammed your head against them.  Bakugou recoiled, staring at you, his eyes wide with surprise.  It didn’t last long, quickly overtaken by gritted teeth and snarls.  “The hell is your-”

He must have noticed the tears, the absolute panic on your face.  The silence fell over the two of you, the echo of your scream now long gone.  You wished you were.  You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t face the shame of what was happening.  How could you explain it. 

“You alright?”  

You pulled your legs up to you chest, hugging them tightly.  “No,” You replied.

Bakugou was never one for consolations.  So you were almost surprised when all he made his way over to where you were sitting and sat down beside you.  You flinched, only a little, but it didn’t seem to bother him none.  He shoved his hands in his pockets, but didn’t say a word, his bright red eyes focused out the window across from you.  You...were grateful.  For the first time in almost two weeks, you didn’t feel entirely vulnerable.  Like everything was crumbling down around you.  And in this small moment of peace, you felt horribly exhausted.  Your mind ached, your body was sore, your eyes were so red and...and...

You rested against his shoulder and he didn’t make a move to stop you.  It was like Bakugou was putting himself between you and...whoever was stalking you.  

Stalking you.  You had a stalker.  

You sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes.  “I’m sorry.”  You offered.

“For what?”  He barked.

“For crying.”

He didn’t answer for a moment, “Tch.  Yeah, well...maybe suck it the hell up.  Whatever it is, it’s not a big deal.”

Not a big...you turned to look at him, eyes narrowing.  “Not a big deal...?”  

He looked at you, a bored and disgruntled expression on his face.  “Yeah.”

“It’s kind of a big fucking deal.”

“Oh yeah?  Well then what the hell is it?”

“Whoa, it’s that kid who just won the Sports Festival!”

“Oh, wow!  He’s so much scarier in person!”

“Do you think he would be mad if I asked for an autograph?”

“Yeah! Look at his mug - he’s obviously pissed off about something!”

Bakugou had stayed late, even through your detention, to walk you home.  It was nearly dark now as you walked side by side down your street.  The sun was struggling to peak over the row of houses and a purple ink had settled over the top of the sky.  

It was taking everything in you not to apologize...again.  He didn’t need to be dragged into your mess.  But...shit, it wasn’t like you weren’t ecstatic that he offered to walk you home back in the hallway.  He was a terrifying presence, unstoppable.  As he stalked down the road towards your house, a scowl on his face as his eyes peered around every corner, it hit you that you felt safer now than you had the past few weeks.  

“Hey.”  You picked up the pace, making sure to stay close.  “Thank you again.  I just-”

“Ugh, stop thanking me!”  He glared at you.

“I’m just-”  You sighed and gripped your bag straps.  “I...I don’t see the point of you walking me home.  Not...that I don’t appreciate it, I just...won’t that make him mad?”

Bakugou scoffed.  “That’s the point, you idiot.”

Sometimes, you thought you almost understood him.  But then he blew up Rome and screamed at you to start over tomorrow morning.  You stared at him in confusion though ultimately decided you didn’t have the energy to argue.  You were just...thankful that he was here.

“This is me.”  Your house was a small thing, nestled on the corner and surrounded by a garden that was meticulously maintained by your mom while you were at school and your father was at work.  Sometimes the pictures had her in the shot, busy at work.  Your lips thinned as you stared up at the second story window,  Your white curtains lay still and your cat stared down at you, like she knew something was wrong.  Like she knew...that things were amiss. 

Well...Bakugou came all this way and the guy didn’t have the guts to show himself.  As you had figured, you had completely wasted his time.  It wasn’t like he was going to move in just to be your watchful protector.  You didn’t want to think that maybe he was just patiently waiting until you were alone but...

“Do you want to come in for something to drink.  It’s the least I could...”  

Bakugou wasn’t looking at you.  His attention was focused entirely over your shoulder.  You blinked, taken aback by the cold, dead glare on his face.  The way his eyes seemed to burn with...rage?  Unbridled anger?  Nothing seemed to do whatever it was justice.  “You’ve been following us since the train station!”  He yelled out.  “Why don’t you stop being a fucking coward and come out of hiding!!”

…someone...had been following you?

You could see the reflection of someone in his eyes.  With a shaking breath, you turned to look at who he was talking to.

You weren’t sure what you expected.  But throughout the day, you had come up with an image in your mind of what your stalker had looked like.  He would be the perfect embodiment of the horror you had suffered though, that was for certain.  A Cheshire grin, wild unkempt hair, vacant, glossy eyes, maybe a knife or something - anything to solidify himself as the monster who had been making your life miserable.  But...he wasn’t.  As you got a good look at him, you realized that he looked relatively...normal.  And for some reason, that thought alone made you sick.  

He was about your age - maybe a bit older - in a school uniform you didn’t recognize.  His hair was dark, pulled back and pushed behind his ears.  His chin was dusted with facial hair and his eyes were darting between you and Bakugou.  He had been standing by the cross walk and tried to pretend to be shocked that Bakugou was even addressing him. 

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t pull that bull with me.”  Bakugou stepped around you, making his way towards him. “I saw you get off the train with us.  You made every turn we did.  Always stayed one step behind where you thought we couldn’t see you.”

The kid only got a word out before Bakugou gripped him by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall of the neighboring house.  “Please!” The kid yelled.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Bakugou!”  Your legs finally remembered they could move.  You bolted over to where he was standing, looking between the two of them.  “Bakugou maybe it isn’t him!  Maybe he-”

“Show us your phone then if you don’t have anything to hide!”  He lifted him up and slammed him back against the bricks.

“I don’t have to show you anything, you fucking lunatic!”

You don’t think you had ever seen him on this street.  You don’t think you had seen him ever but-

“HEY!”  The boy tried to stop Bakugou from reaching into his pocket.  But it was no use.

You caught it was ease, “Try the day of the sports festival for the password.”  Was all he said.

This was fucking insane.  What if this kid wasn’t the stalker?  What if he was just some random guy who was meeting a friend.  You looked back and forth between the two of them - Bakugou, hair wild and death in his eyes, and this guy who looked down at him with fear and...

...oh...

You swiped up, entering the date as instructed.

It unlocked.

And you were met with a pretty lain layout.  Some photo editing apps, Youtube, a few games, and...

Texting and Calling apps.  Your blood ran cold as you opened the first one up.  Texts apon texts, all to the same unlisted number.  Your unlisted number.  You went to the photo gallery and there they were.  The pictures of your house.  Some of them were zoomed in and cropped to only show you.  You wanted to be sick.  You wanted to-

“I can explain!”  

“What the fuck,” You breathed, scrolling through the pictures.  Not just of your house, but of you - walking home from school, of hanging out with your friends, of you shopping.  And that’s when you saw the edited versions.

Fuck.  Oh Shit Fuck. 

“I was only trying to help you!!”  He cried, scratching at Bakugou’s wrist, making his skin bleed.  “I only want what’s best for us!”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”  You covered your mouth, trying to think of what to do next.  Should you call the police?  Your parents!?  What do you do now?

His eyes fell on Bakugou, practically snarling.  “I knew he would do something like this!!  I knew he would try to make me look like some psycho, but I’m not.  I know how he would treat you!  He’s a rabid fucking dog, a mongrel!  I couldn’t let him treat you the same way!  I couldn’t!  I’m just trying to protect you!  But you wouldn’t fucking listen!!  So I thought if maybe you and I could talk you would understand!  You would see what I’m-”

“ARGH!”

Your body tensed as the smell of burnt stone and ash filled the air.  You looked up and half expected his head to be blown clean off.  But it was still attached, only now he looked terrified as he stared down at Bakugou.  You followed his gaze, saw the look of pure, unadulterated rage.  His hand had connected to the wall beside the man’s head, smoke dancing up and around them.  And he was shaking.  Oh, god, how hard Bakugou was shaking.

He spoke low, deep in his chest.  “Listen close, you freak.  You’re going to leave her alone from this point forward - you got that?  If I find out you’re even thinking about her, I’ll kill you myself!!”

The world fell silent.  No one said a word until.  Your stalker was crying now, shaking as he nodded, quickly, mumbling apology after apology.  You couldn’t find the words to say, but your heart.  God, your heart was beating so hard in your chest as you stared at Bakugou.  He...he was...

Oh.

The window in the house behind you slid open.  An older man leaned out the window, his wife nervously peering over his shoulder.  The looked to the source of the commotion before standing up straight, fumbling as the smoke continued to rise from the spot Bakugou...well...destroyed.  “Hey!!  If you don’t get off my property, I’m calling the cops!”

...the police.  

...

The police.

Oh god, you had his phone.  You could prove he had been stalking you!!!  You perked up, smiling for the first time in weeks, “Yes!  Yes, please, call the police!”

The man stared at you, confusion on his face. “....what?”

The weight of the situation only grew heavier when the police searched the contents of the guy’s backpack. 

Rope.  A knife.  Some cloth.  A box of condoms.  And a jar of a clear, sickly sweet smelling liquid.  You heard one of the officers say what it was, though you were sure you weren’t supposed to hear.  But you did, and so did your parents.  Your mom nearly broke down for the third time that evening as your father swore under his breath.  

Homemade chloroform.

His name was Eito Moto - a second year at another High School near your home.  You would find out later that the stalking had started long before the Sports Festival - ever since he started working at the coffee shop you and your mom would go to every Sunday for breakfast.  Your neighbors, the ones who actually called the police, had seen him hanging around sometimes but didn’t think much off it.  

They thought he had just been a fan.  

They decided not to press charges against Bakugou for putting a hole in their fence.  “Given the circumstances,”  The man said, “I think I would have done the same thing.”

You had to go to the police station to file a report and request a restraining order.  It took well into the morning hours, where you mainly spent your time talking to different police officers, retelling the same story, going over evidence, assuring them you didn’t know this guy so you had no clue why he thought you two had been dating for months.  

They sent Bakugou home, your parents offering him their thanks and promises they would find a better, proper way to think him for essentially saving your life.  

By the time you fell into a crumpled heap on your bed, it was 2 in the morning.  It had been so long since you felt...okay.  Your stalker was in police custody for now, you could at least rest easy tonight.  You gripped your pillows, tugging them up and over your head to block out what meager light filtered in through the hallway.  No more late night calls.  No more insistent texts telling you what a no good whore you were.  You were okay.  

Everything was going to be okay. 

Bzzzz.

...oh no.  Oh no.  Oh no.

You peeked out from under your pillow, trying to calm your racing heart.  It couldn’t be him, you thought.  He was in jail, so they wouldn’t let him call you - right?  They wouldn’t let him do that, even if they did give him one call.  With shaking fingers, you reached out and plucked your phone from your end table.

Bakugou is calling!

Oh....oh thank god.

You couldn’t press accept fast enough.  You sighed, resting back against your pillows.  “Hey.”

“Is that bastard in jail?”

A laugh, a good honest laugh.  “Yeah.  Yeah, he’s in jail.  Dad and mom are gonna to talk to a lawyer tomorrow about our options.”

“Did you get a restraining order?”

You nodded.  “Yeah.  That’s what took so long and why we have to go to court.  They gave me an emergency one so...”  You blew out a puff of air, watching as a lock of your hair jumped up and fell back into place.  “At least there’s that.”

“You should have talked to me about this sooner.”  It was softer than you anticipated, less of a bite than he normally had.

You knew you should have.  You should have told someone but...it felt so...pointless?  Like it wouldn’t have mattered.  But, you had to give credit where credit was due.  “I wish I would have.”

He didn’t respond.  You had expected he would have started yelling at you, about hiding it from everyone.  Chastised you for being so stupid and letting it go on for as long as it had.  But no, he stayed quiet.  You could imagine him laying in bed, staring up at his ceiling, and wondered what he was thinking about.  What he wanted to say.  

You rolled over onto your side.  “Hey, Bakugou?”

“What.”

“Thank you.”

There was a long pause before he let out a soft noise.

“Don’t be stupid.  I was only doing what I had to do.”

Stalkers are fucking scary, yah know.  I had to listen to some voicemails left by stalkers to get the vibe down right - and I still don’t think Eito sounded perfect but hey.  At least one blessing in that:  I’ve never been stalked.