#since these are already answered and it helps me stay active while busy

[infamous-if]

Does Seven know they are demisexual? They know they like sex to have feelings but they've already clicked that they're demi like "Oooh, so that's it"?

I don’t think it occurred to them yet. They mention their experience briefly in their first date POV and they chalk it up to "meh this is how it usually is"

they've just been too in their head about MC and literally everything else in their life and career that they haven't had time for self discovery lmao

I think it'd be easier for Sev to realize if ur playing a route in which MC and Sev were intimate because they can compare it to the rest of their sex life as opposed to playing a route in which they were just best friends 🤔 mc is the only person they've had a connection with

[sweetbans29]

Catch Me If You Can - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You were untouchable, until one summer day (based on THIS request)

Warnings: cuteness

Word Count: 4.5k

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AN: I may have done a little too much with the backstory...

You were born and raised in Iowa City. Grew up going to all the local farmers markets and participating in any and all town events. Your parents are both teachers at the University of Iowa, your mom is a business professor, and your dad is an English professor. A lot of your time was spent on campus which made you pretty known starting at a very young age.

It started when you were a little girl, your parents would bring you to lectures and you would sit in the corner and do whatever you could to keep yourself occupied. The students in your classes never minded and would often come and color with you or read with you when class was over and your parents stayed around to answer questions.

When you were in middle school you would go to campus every day after school to do homework. It would either be in your parent’s offices while they had class and/or hosted office hours or they would let you go to one of the coffee shops on campus, as long as you were with one of their trusted students. At this point, you were pretty well-known on campus by both students and faculty.

Things pretty much stayed the same when you got to high school. You never really had many friends at your own school but had so many the second you stepped foot on campus. You continued to spend most of your time there - most of it studying but sometimes going to campus events (if your parents were okay with that).

The University of Iowa had always been your fate. With both of your parents working there, it was a no-brainer that's where you would be attending school. It also helped that you knew the campus like the back of your hand and were already known. It made going to college less intimidating.

For your high school graduation - there was a group of students at Iowa that hosted a view party since they all couldn't go to your graduation. If you got more than 8 tickets, they would have been there in a heartbeat. They live-streamed it from one of the lecture halls. You didn't know at the time but it filled up with students and faculty all super proud of your accomplishment and ready to have you as an official student. After your graduation, your parents took you back to campus saying they had a surprise - it turned out to be a surprise grad party with a couple hundred people from campus. You have never felt more loved than you did that day.

When fall rolled around, you started your journey as a Hawkeye. Campus felt like home and had become home when your parents gave you the option to commute or live on campus. It was a no-brainer as it was your dream to live on campus and would try and convince your parents to let you stay overnight ever since you were in 4th grade.

Your first year goes as expected. You started to make solid friends. Everyone knew you around campus and if they didn't they for sure knew of you. You would do homework at the same on-campus coffee shops and began to venture out more as you began studying on lawns and in different places to switch up the scenery. Freshman year was everything you had hoped and more.

Going into your second year at Iowa was about the same as the first. Campus remained comfortable for you. You couldn't go anywhere without several people stopping to say hello - people thought it would be annoying but you genuinely loved talking to people. You were well-known and well-loved by pretty much everyone.

As active as you were on campus, one area you never really paid attention to was sports. Your parents never made them a priority thus you never made them one either. Another reason they kept you away from games was because of the reputation a lot of the players had around campus. Ever since you started hanging out around campus in high school - your parents made it known that you were off limits and would remain off limits. It became an unspoken word on campus.

Even with your parents, relationships were never a priority for you. Not to say it was something you didn't want because there were times that you really did long to have the same experiences as your peers. After high school though, relationships weren't even a thought. It was interesting because it wasn't like there weren't people interested, but more so there was no one that you found interesting. Seeing your parent's love, your bar was raised far higher than any college student could really commit to.

It surprises you how frequently you get asked out. It isn't weekly but you consistently have people coming up to ask you out. It unofficially became a game on campus - specifically among athletes. They would place bets on who could get you to say yes to going out with them but nobody ever availed.

You of course learned about the whole thing when one of the guys you were friends with let you know out of respect for you. He was one of the waterboys for the men's basketball team and overhead them taking bets on who could get you to say yes. John always kept an eye out for you - he was a year older than you and treated you as his little sister. He has 3 little sisters at home, as he was the oldest and the first to leave for college - watching you was a second nature to him especially since he was one of your parent's favorite students.

When John learned it was more than the basketball guys and more teams were jumping in to see who could court you, he made it a point to make sure you always felt comfortable on campus. Not that he ever doubted you, but doubted all the guys and girls trying to get in your pants.

You were sitting and waiting for John and some other friends to meet up with you when you were approached yet again.

The star of the school's water polo team approaches you while you are studying on the lawn.

"Hey," he says trying to get your attention. You finish typing out your sentence then look up at him.

"Hi," you say with a smile. "It's Erick, right?"

He flashes a smile when you know his name. "Ya, we are in the same stats class."

You nod.

"Hey, I was just wondering if you were free this Friday night? The team has a game and it would be cool it if you came. We could go grab ice cream or something after and hang out." He asks with the confidence of you knowing who he is.

You give a light smile.

"Erick, I am sure you are a nice guy," you say - knowing all too well that he was not. It was just last week that he took a cheerleader out then was caught making out with one of her teammates the next day. "But I'm just not interested."

"Good luck on your game though - should be a tough one," you say and he walks away.

John comes up catching the tail end of the encounter and gives you a look.

"Another one?" He asks as you get up from the grass.

"Yep, nothing new - he went with the 'come watch my game then we can hang out' bit. You would think they would all get the hint considering I haven't been to a single Iowa game." You say.

"They all want to be the first," John says. You laugh.

"Well jokes on them," you say as the two of you head to meet up with the rest of your group.

You get through the rest of the semester with only a few more people attempting to ask you out. You never mention it to your parents because the last thing you need is them making some big fuss about something you have a pretty good handle on.

That summer is one where things took a turn in a direction you would have never expected.

A majority of your summer was spent around town at your favorite coffee shops. They would be your favorite place to read. It was something you did every summer at the same coffee shops - so much so that they would have a reserved sign at the table you would always sit at.

It was a gloomy morning when the shop was extra busy. You had been settled in for a while now and were sucked into your book. You are used to the buzz of the coffee shop but are pulled out when you hear a loud sound.

You look up and see a frazzled girl, bending over and collecting the bag she just dropped. You set down your book and immediately help the girl. You gather some things and stand up, passing them to her.

"Thank you," she says, still flustered from how busy the coffee shop is.

"Of course," you say with a smile, hopefully easing her.

"I came here hoping to have a quiet morning not realizing how busy it was going to be. I heard this is the best place to come to work," she says.

"Well I agree that this is the best place to work - it typically isn't this busy. I think there is an event going on in town this week. If you are looking for a table, you are more than welcome to join me," you say as you sit back down.

"Thank you," she says and sits immediately. It is just after she sits when you see her relax. You introduce yourself, offering your hand to shake. She reaches out and shakes it. She knows who you are - everyone knew who you were but thought it would be better to just keep your meeting simple.

"I'm Caitlin," she says. You smile at her - also knowing who she is. She had quickly became one of the faces on campus - the 'basketball superstar'.

"It's nice to meet you," you say with a smile. "You are always welcome at my table."

She notices the 'Reserved' sign on it and laughs.

"Did they do that for you?" She asks.

"Ya," you say with a laugh. "I've been sitting here for years now."

The two of you spend the rest of the morning working independently. You locked into your book shortly after your conversation missing the stolen glances Cait would take of you.

Caitlin took you up on your offer every day for the next several weeks. She even went out and got books to read just to come and spend time with you. The two of you would chat when she first got there, then would settle in and being reading for a few hours until you both got hungry. What started as a place for Caitlin to sit turned into so much more. The two of you started getting lunch together and really getting to know one another.

It's in the final month of summer when Caitlin asks you on a proper date. You are unsure at first but remind yourself that she isn't a stranger. The two of you have genuinely gotten to know each other over the course of the summer and you trust her.

It is after that first date that you decide Caitlin is worth it but if you were to ask her when she knew you were it, she would have said that first morning in the coffee shop.

Heading back into the school year, there were subtle changes in your day-to-day. You would still be on campus to study in all of your favorite places but when it came to grabbing your mid-morning smoothie, Caitlin would be waiting outside your first class of the day - smoothie in hand, waiting to walk you to your next class. Caitlin made it a point to be a part of your morning, just like you did in the summer.

It slowly became something Caitlin's team noticed - the first one being Gabby who passed by Caitlin holding two smoothies outside of one of the lecture halls.

"Cait - what are you doing here? Isn't your next class on the other side of campus?" Gabby asks when she sees her teammate.

"Ya, just catching up with a friend," Caitlin says, hoping Gabby will go before you come out. One of the things Caitlin had learned while getting to know you was the bitter taste athletes gave you. Caitlin was slowly changing that but didn't want to give you any reason to backtrack. She also hadn't told the team that she had started seeing you over the summer and would like to keep it that way for as long as she can. Not to hide you, but she valued having you all to herself. And she knew that the second her team found out - she would lose you to them. You were too incredible.

Gabby nods but her suspicion remains.

"Whatever you say Cait," she says and continues to walk. "I'll see you at practice."

Gabby turns a corner but stays in the vicinity - wanting to see the mystery person Caitlin is waiting for.

You walk out of class and see Cait standing against a wall with two smoothies in her hands. You make your way over to her and she meets you halfway.

"Why hello there," you say with a smile. She passes you one of the smoothies.

"Your favorite," she says and you thank her.

The two of you proceed to walk to your next class, missing a hiding gabby who sees Caitlin is walking with you. Gabby can't wait to take the news back to the team. Everyone knows you are not a fan of Iowa sports but here you are walking about with one of the biggest stars on campus. She also doesn't believe that Caitlin is one to wait outside of someone's class with a drink in hand only to walk them in the opposite direction of where she is going.

Later that day Caitlin arrived at practice to find her team bombarding her with questions.

"Woah, woah, woah - what's going on?" She asks overwhelmed.

"Gabby told us who you were spotted with and we think that is the cutest thing ever," Jada says - excited for her teammate.

Caitlin feels her cheeks heat up.

"How did you swing talking to her?" Another teammate asks. "She practically hates every sports team on campus."

"She doesn't hate us - well you know the shit that goes around with teams asking her out and making bets and stuff. It's left a bad taste in her mouth. It's not like they were discrete about it anyways." Caitlin says backing you up.

"Ya but still, I mean what makes you different - Cait you are the biggest name on campus right now and it is only junior year," Sydney says.

Caitlin shrugs, opting to leave how the two of you spent the summer out of the conversation.

"Is it even like that?" Kate asks. "I mean she could just be a friend."

"A friend that Caitlin goes out of her way to get a smoothie for then walk to class?" Gabby scoffs. "No ya, sure sounds like a friend to me."

The team keeps making fun of Caitlin to which she never confirms or denies any of their allegations. The two of you had been on several dates but never really solidified what you were to each other so Caitlin didn't feel like it was proper to bring it up when the two of you really didn't even know what you are yet.

"There is no way Caitlin could pull her - I mean it's CC, can you imagine her dating at all? Let alone the campus's princess." One of the girls says in a joking manner. Caitlin knows her team means well but it sort of rubs her the wrong way when they think she isn't worth your time.

Caitlin speaks before thinking.

"What if I get her to come to a game - would you believe it then?" Caitlin asks and immediately regrets it.

"No way in hell could you get her to come to a game," Jada says. "I've heard she's never gone to a sporting event nor will go near one with a ten-foot pole."

"Ya, but if she comes, then you'll all shut up about this?" Caitlin asks hoping it will be enough to just get you to a game.

"Get her there in your jersey and we will know it's real," Gabby says.

Caitlin grumbles but agrees.

After practice, Caitlin messages you and asks to meet up. You tell her to come over and that you will be making chocolate chip cookies - you know they are her favorite. Her mom also happened to send you home with her famous recipe after Caitlin brought you home once during the summer. It was before she asked you on a date - it was actually quite spontaneous.

"Would you be up for joining me on a little trip home? I told my brothers I would be there for an event of theirs. It won't be long but I don't want to make the drive alone." Caitlin asks you at the end of one of your mornings.

"I would love to," you say and she just casually mentions she is heading there now. When you still agree to join her - she is ecstatic but hides it well.

The two of you head to her home, talking the whole way there. When you get there Caitlin goes to help her brothers and you stay with her mom, she is baking for the event. You help her make her chocolate chip cookies and tell her about yourself. She then tells you all the stories of when Caitlin was little. You couldn't help but grow fonder of the girl after hearing about her childhood.

When the two are heading out, Anne pulls you into a hug and asks you to watch over her baby girl. You smile and nod. She then proceeds to stick something in your pocket - her chocolate chip cookie recipe.

Caitlin gets to your apartment and instantly recognizes the smell of her favorite cookies. You pull them out right after she gets there.

"Are these," she begins and picks one of them up right away.

"Caitlin! You are going to burn yourself!" You swat at her hand but she is too fast for you. She takes a bite of the cookie, blowing out the hot air and trying not to burn her tongue. Once she is able to enjoy it, her eyes close and she lets out a moan.

"You like them?" You ask, already seeing her answer. She finishes the cookie before speaking.

"Just like home. How did you get these?" She asks finally opening her eyes and going for another.

"From the one and only, Mrs. Clark - told me to take care of you," you say with a smile. "And I know that the only real way to care for you is through cookies."

Caitlin looks at you in awe and her mind begins going a mile a minute. Her mom doesn't give her recipe out to anyone - she doesn't know what you did in the kitchen with her that one day but seeing as you have her full approval, Caitlin begins to seriously consider what life would be like with you.

You can see the gears turning in her head.

"Talk to me," you say to her with a little laugh. "I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears. What's going on?"

Caitlin wants to tell you how much it means to her that you made her cookies, her mom's cookies. She wants to tell you how she misses how it was just you and her like it was during the summer and wishes the two of you could go back to that. She wants to tell you how she has started talking to your parents about you and how they have unofficially given her the okay to take you on a date (she didn't tell them how she had already taken you out but that is beside the point).

"How would you feel about coming to my game this Friday?" She asks, settling on getting this out of the way first.

You stand there putting more cookies on the cookie sheet, thinking over her question.

"I know you don't go to games and how much you aren't a fan of Iowa sports, especially with all the athlete's track records with you," she is cut off by you.

"Ya but I am a fan of you," you say which earns a little chuckle. Her heart skips a beat but she continues.

"But we are playing one of our biggest rivals and I think it would be neat to have you there," she says debating on adding the part about her team. She thinks about all you have been through and decides it is better to be honest upfront.

"And my team doesn't think I can get you there," Caitlin says nervously.

You look up at her amused, kind of shocked she would think you would be open to it. But you ponder it.

"It's not a bet - you know I am not like those other guys and girls. You know that right?" She asks.

You just look at her.

"Please tell me you know I am not like them," she says beginning to panic.

"Yes, CC, I know you are not like them."

"One of them saw me waiting outside of one of your classes and started saying that you're out of my league and it irked me." She says.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to tell them that I would go to your game and what? Cheer you on? Wear your jersey?" You press her.

"Well, ya - kind of," she says shyly.

You don't know why but this whole thing should make you uneasy but it doesn't. Not one person has actually told you to your face that their team was betting on you. Caitlin sought out talking to you about it - but in her words, it wasn't a bet.

"Okay." You say and her head shoots to look at you.

"Okay?" She asks.

"Okay."

Friday comes around and you look at yourself in the mirror. You are wearing Caitlin's jersey with some black leggings. You are second-guessing your decision and want to back out but know that's not an option.

You head to the game with your friend John. Caitlin got you two tickets which you instantly asked John to join you for.

The game is intense - watching Cait on the court was mesmerizing to you. She is electric on the court and you wish you had started watching her sooner. It's easy to see why so many people love her.

The game ends and Iowa takes the win by 4.

You turn to John.

"Should I go down to her? I don't know if I should wait until she is done or what to do," you say nervous.

"Go to her - show her how proud you are of her. Be the excited girlfriend," John says with a smile.

"She's not my girlfriend," You mumble.

"Just go," he says and pushes you towards the court.

You walk down to the now-packed court looking for Cait.

When you see her, you begin making your way to her. When her eyes find yours, she lights up. When you get to her you jump into her arms and she spins you around.

"You were incredible," you whisper in her ear.

"Thank you," she says with the biggest smile.

She puts you down and the two of you just look at one another. She finally speaks.

"I like you in my jersey," she says and you blush.

"Please stop," you say and hide your face.

"You're cute," she keeps teasing you.

"Okay okay, I'm going to go now," you say and begin to walk away.

"Wait no," she says and grabs your arm. "I'll be good. I promise."

You stop walking away and turn back to her.

"Come meet my team?" She asks and you nod.

You make your way to some of her teammates as Caitlin introduces you to them. You shake all of their hands then stick to Caitlin's side.

They all try to hide how shocked they are but don't do a real great job with it.

"You all look surprised I am here," you say with a laugh.

"We are - you are sort of known for avoiding sporting events like the plague," Kate says with genuine intent.

"Well, I decided to make an exception for a special little someone," you say and pinch Caitlin's side causing her to blush. All of her teammates take note and poke fun at her.

"Why Caitlin?" Sydney asks boldly and Kate hits her. "What? I am genuinely curious - Caitlin isn't the easiest person to be around."

You laugh and smile up at Caitlin. Then shrug.

"She puts up with me," you say.

"Ya but you're the campus's sweetheart," Sydney says.

"Don't let her fool you," Caitlin jokes and you hit her arm. She puts her hands up in surrender.

"Oh you two are cute," Kate says.

"I can see now why CC was playing extra hard today," Jada says coming over.

"Okay, you are all embarrassing me," Caitlin says and excuses the two of you. The team wants to get to know you more and protests but you follow Caitlin. She leads you to the tunnel where it is not so crowded.

"They are all sweet," you say.

"If by sweet you mean embarrassing then ya, they are great," she says laughing and rubbing her forehead.

You turn to face her.

"What is your intention with me, Clark." You say boldly, catching her a little off guard.

"Well, I really enjoy spending time with you - and I like you, but everyone likes you so that is really a given," she says stringing along more little comments.

The once confident All-American, now a blabbering mess.

"Caitlin Clark," you say pulling her out of her jumble of words. "Ask me to be your girlfriend."

She stands there looking at you, takes a deep breath, and takes your hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" She asks, her eyes locked on yours.

Without blinking, you respond.

"No."

"What? You literally just told me to ask you," she says with protest.

You laugh and she catches on to you.

"You are unbelievable," she says.

"I may be but I'm your girlfriend now, so you are just going to have to deal with me," you say.

"Well you just said no, so it looks like I am still on the market," Caitlin says now teasing you.

"Mmhmm, sure you are," you say wrapping your arms around her neck as her arms wrap around your waist. She laughs and looks into your eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you now," you say.

She waits and you stop leaning in - she takes you in.

"Okay," she says and your lips meet hers for the first time. The first time but certainly not the last.

AN: This may be one of my favorites...ever. But my opinion doesn't matter, let me know what you think. And as always, thank you for all the love and support 🤍

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

lacuna | pjs.

pairings: park jongseong x reader

synopsis: right after the disappearance of your bestfriend, you felt a big part of you missing. jay park, the rich school bad boy suddenly steps in to fill that gap. you let yourself fall into his trap, without knowing that his group of friends were the reason of your misery.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: yandere themes, mention of kidnapping, enhypen being obsessed, obsessive love, dark love and abuse of power & money. (let me know if i missed some)

note: this is jay’s entry for our yandere mini series. next part that will be posted is probably limerence (heeseung’s) part two. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one. replies and reblogs are highly encouraged. please please please! thank you so much, ily and stay safe!

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“Where’s Mom and Dad?” Jay asks while walking down the stairs. Some of their family helpers awaits him by the end of their long grand staircase.

“They left for a business trip, young master.” their head maid was the one who answered him. Jay sighs in dismay and gradually headed towards the main door of their mansion.

“Young master, how about breakfast?”

He rolled his eyes as his driver almost stumble to catch up on his pace. “I don’t want to eat all alone.” he spat coldly then heads to his service car without saying another word.

His drive towards their school is quiet. He tried to look out to the car’s window to divert his attention and ease his upset mood. This isn’t a great way to start his week. If he lets this affect him too much, his whole week is already ruined.

As their car parks right at the vacant slot on their school’s parking lot, his phone rang. He picks it up without checking who it was.

“What?”

“Where you at, dude? We’re here by the field.” it was one of his friends, Jake.

He sighs, “I just arrived the school. I’ll be there in five.” he lazily says.

“Okay, hurry up!” and he ended the call.

Jay rolls his eyes and his driver opens the car door for him. He went out and hangs one of his bag’s strap to his shoulder before walking to the direction of the field. He was planning to stop by the locker’s but since his friends demands him to go meet them, he have no other choice.

If people will be asked to describe Park Jongseong—also known as Jay, they will surely say that he probably have everything. Money, good looks, talent and influence. But that’s just what people see. They’re actually right. He’s handsome and the only heir to his parents' successful travel agency that have a lot of branches around the world.

There’s only one problem. For some reasons, despite having all these things and powers, Jay seems to feel empty. Like there’s a part of him that is missing that no other things can fulfill.

He already found a solution for that problem tho... And he will do everything in order to have it— more like her.

“Took you long enough.” Sunghoon stated as he walk closer to where they’re sat. Heeseung’s by the corner, eyes fixated at his phone screen. Jake’s in front of them and Jungwon’s beside him.

“What’s so important that we’re gathering here early in the morning?” he asks lazily then yawned. Sunoo rolls his eyes before focusing on Jake once again.

“Sunghoon will be executing our plan next week.” Jake announced that instantly drains Jay’s sleepiness. His senses starting to be more active as his friend walk them through the whole plan once again. Just to make sure everything will go smoothly.

“Oh yeah? Do you need help with anything?” Jay glances to Sunghoon’s side and he saw his friend’s relaxed look on his face.

He shakes his head, “Everything’s ready.”

He nods his head and continued listening to what Jake's saying. His friends are all quiet and just made sure they’re taking notes of the things he was asking to check before next week.

“There you are!” their heads snapped at the side when one voice interrupts. Jay’s brows raised at the same time at your familiar pretty face as you slightly pants after making at the bench where they’re gathered.

You sent Jay glares before glancing to the two boys standing near you, “I’m so sorry to interrupt you, Jake and Jungwon.” palms resting at your hips while panting to catch your breath.

“It’s fine, y/n. What’s up?” Jake smiles warmly.

You raised your hand and directed your pointer finger towards Jay.

“Him. I need him to come with me.” your words rings through Jay’s mind, almost making him space out completely. Some of his friends snickers chuckle secretly at how funny his reaction was.

“Jay?” Jake astounded tone made you glance at his direction. His eyes big and confused.

“He has detention and he skipped it yesterday.” you announced that made Yang Jungwon— the student council president sigh in disbelief.

Jay shrugs his shoulders off and eyed you with a small grin on his face. Your glares turned sharper as you think of many ways to end him today. He’s seriously giving you a hard time. You joined the student council for the extra points and stress is what you’re getting lately because of him.

“All right, he’s all yours.” Jungwon says and even laid his hand to the air, indicating that he’s letting you take his friend.

Jay snorted and stood up voluntarily. A playful grin plays through his sexy thin lips, “You heard the man. I’m all yours.” and he even sent you a wink.

Your cheeks blushed instantly, but you don’t make it too obvious. Instead of thinking about it too much, you swat his arm then drag him to your building. He chuckles, totally unbothered and didn’t even complained about it.

“Just admit it, y/n. You like me, don’t you?” his taunting tone made you halt your steps, ears turning red.

“Do you think I’m crazy? I don’t like you!” you hissed at him.

His smirk fell that caught you off-guard. Your face turned pale when you saw a glimpse of his eyes cold while staring at you. It was very odd. Jay’s always mischievous and always the one teasing you. He’s never been like this.

“You sure about that?” his serious tone sent direct chills to your spine, making you nervous.

“H-Huh? What’s with you...” you stuttered.

He stared at you silently for a bit more before he suddenly burst out laughing, making you furrow your brows. You stayed silent, not saying anything. You’re stunned and confuse to what’s happening.

“Did I scare you?” he continued laughing, even folding while holding his stomach that seems to start hurting from laughing so much.

Your face turned red out of anger and your hand quickly hit him by his arm. He groaned and caress it gently, eyes shooting glares at you.

“You’ve been hitting me too much lately.” he commented that you tried to ignore and started walking ahead of him.

Jay chuckles again and tried to catch up which you responded by acting like as if he’s not there. His grin grew wider at how you’re acting. He reaches for your arm and you tries to shove it off. He fails to grab you on the first two tries, then the third one his grip is tight.

“What?” tone sounding a bit annoyed.

“I thought you’re taking me to detention?”

“Your detention is later after class. I fetch you to help me grab our textbooks at the faculty room.” you cannot keep your stares that made him grin even more.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asks.

You pursed your lips and looked at him with a flashing guilt in your eyes. He suppress himself from laughing loud to prevent making you feel more embarrassed. He sighs and licks his lips.

“Let’s go, I’ll ignore it for you.” and he slide both of his hands inside his trouser’s pocket before walking towards the direction of the faculty.

Your gaze bore onto the back of his head, mind slowly spacing out. People around you often says how you two can never get along with each other. It is true. Most of the times, you two are arguing. But what other people doesn't know is that you secretly likes the bad boy, Park Jongseong.

“Saw you with Jay a while ago.” you sighed and looks at (friend name) smiling meaningfully at you.

“Don’t even start...”

She laughed, “Come on! I seriously think he likes you back. Why not confess?”

She rests her back at the railings of the corridor while you stand facing it, watching the field beneath you filled with students either playing soccer or trying to kill time until their next classes.

“It’s not that easy.” that’s true. Jay live through the days knowing that always you despise him. With how stingy you act around him, he probably have no clue. He will surely tease you to death once he knew his feelings for you. That’s honestly the last thing you wanted.

“Hmm, I know.” and your friend let out a heavy sigh.

This time, you smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.

“You basically indirectly confessed to Park Sunghoon. Almost everyone in the school knows about your feelings.”

She lets out a strained sigh and threw her head back to stare at the blue clear sky. Her pretty face is so admirable, something you can’t just miss if walking pass by her. Just like what you said, its not really a secret that she likes ‘thee’ Park Sunghoon. He’s one of Jay’s good friends and very popular with the girls as well.

“Yes. That’s so awkward.”

You stared right at her, “Why do you like Sunghoon so much?”

She glances at you, “Hey, what do you mean by that?” and she push your shoulder jokingly.

You made face, “It's just Park Sunghoon is so cold. He seems so mysterious.”

She chuckles, agreeing.

“And mysterious guys often have many secrets. You never really know.” its not that you’re being a bad friend of trying to be a kill joy. This is just you looking out for your friend, your best friend.

“That’s what I love about him.” she says bluntly, like a natural response.

It made you roll your eyes and act disgusted by it. She fights back with rolling her eyes as well that made you both giggling. Your vacant hours are perfectly spent talking about nonsense stuff, jumping from one topic to another.

Everything’s going smoothly, not until one morning. You woke up into the noise of your phone continuously ringing. When you stir from your sleep, leaving your dreamland completely, and glances at the wall clock. It’s just 4 am in the morning.

“Hello?” you answered your phone half-asleep, still dozing off a bit.

The muffled cries from the other line was like a slap that strips away the sleepiness. You momentarily pulls your phone away and checked the caller’s id. Seeing your friend’s mother’s contact instantly made you sat up from your bed.

“Auntie? What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly and reaches for the lamp beside the bed.

“Y/n...” she starts. Her heavy breaths and nonstop sniffing made you aware of how she’s crying so hard. Her strained voice is very obvious as well.

“(Friend name) is missing.” the line was clear and her words, despite being a little off, were clear. What doesn’t register to your system is what she’s trying to say.

“What do you mean missing? Hold on, Auntie.” you stood up and quickly grabbed your jacket to keep yourself from freezing then hurriedly head out.

“She didn’t come home last night! And I called your mom to check if she’s there, she said she didn’t came to your place.”

Your brows narrowed down and you saw your Mother on the phone, talking to somebody. When her eyes caught you, she signalled that she’s talking to someone important.

“Ah yes, she said her daughter didn’t come home last night... Yes, officer.”

“Mom is calling the police, Auntie. We’re going there, okay? Please calm down. I’m sure she’s all right. She probably just went somewhere and forgot to inform us.” you tried to console her while your head started to unconsciously list down places that you can go to.

After the calls to some of your Mom’s friends and the police, the two of you headed to her home to comfort her. A police car was already parked outside of the house and one officer is by the door, talking to your friend’s Mom.

Her tear stained eyes darted at you and quickly, you embraced her.

“Shh, Auntie. It’s going to be okay.” you whispered as your Mom continued talking to the officer because your friend's Mom are currently at her best state to talk.

“I’m so scared, y/n! What if she’s in trouble?” she cries hard on your shoulder that breaks your heart.

You tried to act strong in order not to make her feel down even more. She trembles in between your hug and you caress her back to somehow make her feel better.

“I'm sure she will show up. We will find her.”

Only, you didn’t. It’s been a whole week ever since your friend disappeared. Day by day its getting worst for her Mom and for you. She’s your best friend. You cherish her and she’s like a sister already. Not having her around made you feel so empty.

“Hey,” your head lifts when someone approaches your table.

It was Jay.

Usually he will have his mischievous grin, but not now. He have this soft, worried gaze while looking on you. He kept his stares, watching closely as you try so hard to pull a smile for him.

“Hi.” you greeted shortly.

He licked his lips, “I’m so sorry about (friend name).” he says that you answered with a nod.

He gestures the vacant chair beside you, asking if he can sit down and accompany you. Normally, you would decline and curse at him but a part of you wanted his presence so you nodded. He sat down quietly, eyes still darted at you.

“Any updates?” he asks.

Your eyes dropped at the stacks of missing posters in front of you, sitting at the table. A beautiful smiling picture of (friend name) printed on it and a big red ‘MISSING’ below.

“No. The police only have one person as their witness and its totally not helping.” your tone sounding so down, hopeless.

Jay sighs and rested his large hands on your back to caress it. Your eyes instantly waters, the tears you’ve been holding back starting to show. With lips slightly shaking you glanced back at him.

“J-Jay, I’m scared...” you admit, first time showing him a vulnerable side.

He was speechless, but you can see through his eyes that he’s so worried for you. He’s been noticing how you’ve been neglecting yourself ever since your friend disappeared. And its making him so sad.

“I’m so worried for her. What if something bad happened to h-her?” your voice cracks and eyes brimming with tears.

Jay was quick to console you.

“Hey,” he whispered with his softest tone then cupped your face, making you face him. “We will find her, okay?” those familiar words are the same ones you’ve been repeating to your friend's mom ever since she disappeared. Constantly repeating it to convince her and also to convince yourself.

Jay pulled your body closer to him, caging you into a tight, warm hug. Something you really needed at the moment. You cannot put into words how grateful you are that he’s there for you.

Ever since your friend vanished, things started to get messy. She’s been your comfort person and with her missing, its like you’re losing your mind.

You felt Jay’s lips on your forehead as he whispered comforting words.

“We’ll find her?” Jay stares right to his reflection at the bathroom’s mirror. He scoffs to himself, muttering low curses while washing his hand.

“How can we find someone who is not even really missing?” he mumbles and his gaze lifts as one of the bathroom stalls opened, revealing one of his close friends.

“Jay, man.” Jake and walks near the sinks to wash his own hand.

“You need to stop talking to yourself. People will think you’re crazy.” he grins teasingly at Jay and he just frowns.

Another stall opens and Sunghoon walks out from it, eyeing their direction.

“He is really crazy, tho?” he commented that earned a bark of laughter from Jake.

Jay clicked his tongue, “That’s big words from somebody who kidnaps a girl because he likes her so much?”

Sunghoon seems unbothered about his statement. Not just because it was true, but because he thinks its nonsense to argue with it. He just shrugged it off and smirked at his friend.

“You’re going to do it soon too, tho?” and starts washing his hands as well.

“Yeah, Sunghoon’s right.” Jake commented.

Jay whips his head and diverted his attention to his other friend. “Actually, you’re the crazier one.”

Sunghoon’s grin grew wider and just listens to his friends that are starting to bicker like little children. Jake complains, totally disagreeing about what Jay said.

“What? No, I’m not!”

Jay scoffed, “Really? Is it not crazy to put his girl inside a psych ward just because he learned that she’s leaving him?”

Sunghoon whistles, “I have to agree on that one, dude.”

Jake glances at Sunghoon, a hint of betrayal flashes through his eyes.

“For the record,” he starts and they look at him with eyebrows raising while waiting for his defence. Jake licks his lips as he tries to come up with a good comeback to what Jay fired at him.

“Fine!” he hissed, “And so what if I put her in ward? At least I’m sure she won’t be able to leave me, even if she wants to.” the smug smirk on his face is wide.

“Should I put mine in the ward too? Do you have a vacant room?” Sunghoon chuckles while asking that question to Jake.

“Yeah, we have vacant room for you as well.”

Jay laughed and watch how Sunghoon swat Jake’s arm. They soon decided to walk back to class. His eyes darted at your direction right away and Jay’s heart cracked at the sight of your sad face.

After class, Jay offered to help you with the missing posters and you’re very thankful for him. Their group of friends has been doing a lot and you couldn’t be more greatful. As far as you remember, none of them are personally close to you or your friend, but still with big hearts they offered to help.

While heading back to the building to get your things, your eyes unconsciously darted at one of the bulletin boards. From a distance, multiple papers are pinned to it. But one stands out the most, at least for you.

Your eyes trailed over to the tall figure that stands in front of it, staring right at the missing posters of your friend that you’ve placed their a few days ago.

The boy is very familiar to you. His fair complexion, uniform looking so neat and face looking so blank. You slowly head his direction and stood a few feet away.

“Terrifying isn’t it?” you said that caught his attention. From the corner of your eyes, you saw that he whips his head to the side and look at you.

“Do they have a lead?” he asks, almost sounding like a monotone.

That’s the first time you and him talked. Being in the same school together for years, this was the first interaction.

“Yeah, they said someone saw her being taken on her way home.” you answered.

An emotion flickers through his eyes for a split second, but it was impossible to tell what it was. He kept his blank face, eyes icy cold.

“I hope she will be found soon.” he stated.

His words are nice. It's the words you wanted to hear from most of them and you’ve heard that a lot of times already. But for some reasons, Sunghoon’s words felt empty. It slightly caught your attention. Then you realized that he’s always like that. Quiet and reserved. He’s not called the ice prince just for nothing. And so, you tried to just shrug it off and thanked him silently.

He was about to leave when you grabbed his hand. He turns his head to look at you and it made you feel on edge. His eyes are so intimidating.

“Here, in case you see her.” and you handed him a poster.

It maybe a bit stupid knowing he probably have a copy already since its been distributed to the whole school. He accepted it without any word then left. Your eyes lingers to him and watch how he walks away.

A small smile spreads across your face. “Come back now, (friend name). I can’t wait to tell you about how Sunghoon seem to worry for you.”

“So what did the detective said? Any updates?” your hand halts from holding your chopsticks because of Jay’s question.

It’s been a month ever since your friend disappeared and you grew closer with Jay. All the time, he was there to support you and comfort you.

“What?” you asked, glancing at him whose now enjoying his food. He slurps over his soup before throwing you a short glance.

“About that new detective (friend name)’s mom hired.” he repeated himself.

You stared at him without saying any word. That same emotion that you’ve been pushing at the back of your mind for weeks now. Jay’s been very nice ever since the disappearance of your friend and he fills the absence for the mean time, making sure you aren’t being too hard on yourself.

But it may sound nonsense, lately you’ve been noticing odd behavior from his friend group. Or you can say you’re sensing this weird vibe from them.

It may appear because they’re a different league that’s why, and that’s whay you try to convince yourself with. But something really doesn’t sit right for you.

Example for that is this...

How did Jay even knew about that detective your friend’s Mom secretly hired recently?

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve killed someone?” Jay chuckles awkwardly while placing an opened bottle of water in front of you.

“How did you even knew about it?” your tone sounded really curious that caught him off-guard.

He curses inside his mind, quickly thinking of a good escape to this mistake. Despite the slight panic, he tried hard to compose himself in order not to be too suspicious..

He scoffed, “What do you mean how did I know? Of course, through you.” he kept his stares to your eyes.

It made your brows narrowed, head tilting over to the side.

“Me? I told you about it?” you sound unsure about it, recalling and backtracking any past events where you might’ve mentioned it to him.

“Yes, baby.” he laughs, relieved that it shaken up the tension a bit. “What’s up with you? Seems like you are really stressing yourself too much.”

You stayed silent for a while before smiling.

“I guess you’re right. It might have slipped off my mind.”

He nods and slides a new side dish near you, “You should eat more.” he diverted the topic smoothly.

The tension dissipate and just like normally, you two went on your day. He kept talking about this place he’s been with his parents and how much he wanted to take you there this weekend to help you relax a bit. You tried so hard to listen, dismissing that negative thought off of your mind.

But it didn’t. Instead, it made you more observant over his group of friends. Giving meanings to every normal or little things they do.

“I’m on my way home now.” you said through the phone while going out from the bookstore.

Jay’s on the other line, calling to check on you after hanging out with his friends. According to him, practice ended earlier so they decided to go have fun.

“All right. I’m also near my house. Call me once you’re home?” he says softly.

“Hmm, take care.” you hummed.

“You too baby, i love you.”

Your heart races, mixed of emotions occupies you. These days, after being suspicious of him, your feeling starts to get shaken a bit. It made you realize how much you still don’t know about Jay.

After spending a lot of times together, you still barely know him. Except for the fact that he’s Park Jongseong, the rich bad boy from your school who happens to have feelings for you all this time.

“Y/n?” he calls you lightly that snaps you back to reality.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I said I love you.”

You gulped, “I l-love you too.”

The other line went silent for a while before you heard Jay’s gentle hum. He always does that whenever he’s satisfied hearing you say those words to him.

Before its also felt so good whenever you say it to him. You meant it with all your heart, but right now, you aren’t sure anymode. You still love him, after all you’ve been interested to him for a long time. It’s just, a mix of fear envelops those feelings.

Your eyes then caught the person you’ve been waiting for hours already.

Park Sunghoon.

“I’ll call you later, Jay.”

“Okay, stay safe.” he says in a low tone and ended the call.

Today, you made a bold decision to tail Park Sunghoon. He’s on your top list of suspicious people that are potentially involve to your friend’s disappearance.

He walks towards the bus stop and you can tell from the way his shoulder’s hanging low, he’s dead tired. Probably because of practice and hanging out with his friends.

You tried not to be too suspicious, making sure your presence is not noticeable. But Sunghoon usually don’t care about his surroundings. He just mind his own business and go on with his life. If he’s not involve or any of people he’s close with, he does not care.

As you approach him closer, you noticed him pulling out something from his pocket. At first, its so hard to tell what it is. But once you get a clear view, your stomach drops and heart felt like it stopped beating. Head empty as your feet moves on its own.

“W-Why do you have that?” you couldn’t help but to stutter and fear consumed you when he whips his head at your direction.

Sunghoon’s face remained emotionless. He doesn’t even look guilty at all or caught off-guard by your presence. It was like he was expecting it, like he knew you were there, following him.

“This is mine.” were his words.

Your eyes remained looking at him with such horror, tears brimming. With trembling lips you shake your head.

“N-No... that’s (friend name)’s! I gave it to her! My granda made that.”

You can’t be wrong. It’s impossible to have the exact same handkerchief. Your granda personally made that for you and your friend.

He took a step closer that made you instantly step back in fear. You roamed your eyes around and her heart fell at the sight of the bus stop being totally isolated. It is already a bit late and so there are a few people here. It's just the two of you.

The thought of being here with the possible reason why (friend name) went missing scared you to death.

“W-What did you do to her?” your tone sounded so accusing as your fist balls to prevent it from shaking. With clenched jaw, you gather all the courage to look over his deadpanned face.

He was just caught red handed but he seemed unbothered at all. He approached and caught (bestfriend’s name) off guard. She hit him with her bag and he was stunned for a moment.

You just caught him red handed, but he seemed so unbothered. He took a step closer that caught you off-guard and made you hit him with your bag. Something got caught with his gym bag and when you look down, your favorite keychain lays beneath his feet.

“Where is y/n?! Give her back!” you tried screaming through your lungs, hoping that someone may hear and help you.

And someone did. That person slowly and quietly looms closer, taking advantage of your full attention being on Sunghoon to take action.

Sunghoon turned his head towards you and you can’t describe what you felt when you met his cold dark eyes, “You will never find her, no one will.” and with that, he advanced making you scream in fear.

“Quiet, baby.” from your back, an arm hold you still, tugging your body closer to theirs. His free hand then went towards your face to cover you with a cloth, that slowly took your consciousness away.

Even before you can react and try freeing yourself, Jay’s familiar face came into your view.

“Shh, its all right. I’m here.” his whispers are muffled as everything slowly became black.

Sunghoon slid his hands inside his pockets while watching Jay fixed his hold on you. Eventually, a familiar black SUV parked near where they’re at then one of Jay’s men went outside to assist him.

He carries your unconscious body easily then carefully placed it inside the SUV. Sunghoon was just there, silently watching. His eyes roams around to check if there’s anybody to witness what they’re doing.

“Perfect.” Jay whispers and pants with a smile.

He closes the door to their car and glances at Hoon, still standing by the bus stop. He nods his head with a thumbs up that his friend only nonchalantly responded with a nod.

After Jay went inside the car and drove off along with you. Sunghoon trudges towards the bench when he stepped on something. He looked down and saw your keychain that fell off a while ago.

He sighs and picked it up. He stared at it for a while and realized that (friend name) had the exact same keychain. A small smile appears across his face, remembering you. His head perks up after hearing the arrival of the bus and as he walks towards it, he unconsciously slides the keychain inside his pocket.

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[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 4

Farmers Market

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: nothing crazy. another date, katsuki being sweet, reader uses their quirk

Word Count: 1.4k

previous chapter

It's been about two weeks since you went on your date with Bakugou and you haven't seen him since, unfortunately. But it was for good reason - his hero work.

Going into this, you knew he'd be extremely busy, but you didn't think he'd be this busy. But you could understand it. Though something you did appreciate was the fact that he did make time to talk to you on the phone and would let you know when he'd have to go hours without talking.

In these past two weeks you also thought about his serious talk with you, about honesty.

Guilt ate away at you every time you started writing or even thought about it, which made it harder to stay active on your writing account.

Your secret really wasn't that big of a deal, but it was still a secret. Fan fiction was also something that had a bad reputation among people who didn't read it, so who knows how Bakugou felt about it.

Your phone ringing broke you out of your thoughts.

Looking at the caller ID, you saw that it was Bakugou. Smiling, you answered it and said "Hi Bakugou!"

"Hey, you busy right now?" He asked.

You looked around your room, as if that'd give you an answer. "Uh no, why?"

"Good. Can you be ready in like - thirty minutes? I'm free for the rest of the day and I wanna hangout now that I actually have time."

How sweet.

"Yeah I'll be ready by then. Are we meeting somewhere?"

"No, I'm picking you up."

"'Kay, see you then. Bye!"

"Bye."

Hanging up, you squealed into your pillow and then looked at the time. It was only 3:00 pm, so you'd have to be ready by 3:30.

As you rushed to get ready you wondered where Bakugou was taking you. He didn't say you had to dress a certain way, so you went for a casual and comfortable outfit.

He didn't seem like the type to take you somewhere extravagant randomly, so you were sure it'd be somewhere that was pretty relaxed.

After getting ready you noticed you had a few minutes left to spare so you decided to go check on the plants you had around your home.

You had about three plants in your home, all of them ranging from different sizes and types. You didn't have many plants in your home because you already had many at your work place.

You attended to each of your plants needs after they had told you what it is they wanted. One wanted more sunlight, the other was thirsty, and one was just fine.

You looked at your phone to check if Bakugou had texted you, and luckily he did. He had sent a text saying he was outside waiting for you.

You smiled and slipped your shoes on, saying bye to Cheerios and your plants like you always did.

Sliding into the passenger seat you said, "Hey stranger. How've you been?"

He smiled lightly, "Sorry I haven't been able to see you. Work keeps me busy but I'm good, you?"

"I get it. I've been good too though. Has anything interesting happened at work?"

Bakugou brought a hand up to his jaw and stroked it while he thought. "Eh, nothing major. I did stop a bank robbery with Red Riot a few days ago though."

You gasped and turned to him, "A whole bank robbery? I feel like that's such a stereotypical situation... you know? Like, you just see it in movies all the time."

"I know, which is why people usually don't attempt to rob a whole bank" He laughed, "But clearly these guys were idiots."

You laughed at that. "I can't even imagine trying to rob a bank. I mean - where would you even start?

The two of you continued to talk on the way to your destination, which he actually told you about this time. He said that there was a farmers market happening nearby and he actually went there pretty often, so he thought he should invite you along with him which you thought was sweet.

When you arrived it was just as you expected and it seemed to be quite busy.

"Wow I can't believe I've never been here before! The decorations are so cute." You said in awe, once you both started walking around.

"You wanna go get food? There's this old dude that sells the best takoyaki at his stand." Bakugou said as you two walked through the crowd.

You nodded, "Yeah I'm down. Takoyaki sounds really good right now - oh and after can we stop at that stand?" You asked, pointing to a stand that was selling crocheted stuffed animals.

He nodded and then held out a hand, "So you don't get lost in the crowd."

Yeah right.

You smiled and grabbed his hand, letting him lead the way to the takoyaki stand. Once you got there you met the old man he mentioned and talked to him for a bit. You found out that he made the takoyaki himself and he'd been doing it for over thirty years!

When it came to paying, Bakugou kept insisting that he would pay for your food but you stood your ground and told him you were just fine paying for your own.

He grumbled about it for a while after but eventually got over it. You two then went over to the stand you mentioned earlier, and looked at the stuffed animals for sale.

"They're so cute! I think I'm gonna buy one." You said to Bakugou.

He hummed, "You should get that one." and pointed to a white jumbo bunny wearing pink overalls.

"You're so right." You said and placed your food down so you could grab the bunny and check for a price tag.

Your eyes widened at the price.

"This thing is sixty bucks!" You whispered to him.

"What? Lemme see." He said and grabbed the bunny from you to look at the tag. His eyebrows raised a bit at the price. "Tsk, I can make this shit myself."

"You crochet?" You asked.

"Sometimes..." He said and looked away.

You laughed and then grabbed the bunny back from him. "Well, I guess it's goodbye bunny. You're just too expensive." You said and sadly put the bunny back where it once was, making sure to grab your takoyaki.

"Wanna go sit under that tree?" You asked and pointed to a large tree with a bench underneath it.

Bakugou nodded and you began making your way over to the bench.

Once you got there you both continued to eat your food in a comfortable silence. Looking up at the tree, you used your quirk and listened.

"This tree has seen a lot of things." You smiled.

"Whaddya mean?" He asked around his food.

"My quirk. I just used it and listened to the tree. She said she's seen a lot of interesting things in this spot, good and bad." You said and listened some more, "Proposals are the most common."

Bakugou smiled, "The tree really said all that?"

"Yeah! Trees have such interesting stories because they've been around so long." You said excitedly.

He looked up at the tree, "I guess I never thought about it like that."

After some more talking and eating, Bakugou offered to throw away your trash for you, which you accepted. He told you to wait at the bench for him, so you did.

It was taking him a bit longer than you thought it would so you began to worry a bit. As you were biting your lip in thought, a touch on your shoulder made you jump.

"Didn't mean to scare ya."

You placed a hand on your chest, "Jeez! You walk so quietly I didn't hear anything."

Bakugou smirked, "Here, I got you something."

He handed you a large, brown paper bag and watched as you looked inside.

"The bunny!" You gasped and pulled it out of the bag. "But it was so expensive, why did you buy this?!"

He shrugged, "You wanted it, and I guess it's okay to look at."

You looked at the bunny intensely and rubbed its head.

"It's so cute... Thank you so much." You said.

"It's not problem, just make sure to name it after me." He joked.

You clicked your tongue and smacked him with the bunny.

...

You guys had ended up spending the rest of the day together, finally leaving the farmers market around 8:30 pm.

When Bakugou pulled up to your house, you hesitated before getting out.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah, um. Do you wanna come inside?" You asked quietly.

He smiled the widest you've ever seen him smile and said, "Yeah. Will your plants be okay with it?"

"Har har." You said while rolling your eyes and got out the car, leading him into your house.

next chapter

authors note

sorry for the little cliff hanger :3

also, here's the bunny katsuki bought reader

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 12

My job ended so now I'm only part time employed. And I'm on vacation! So you get this chapter early in the day because I have plans later tonight. I think I'll have something to post next week, but I'm not sure. I'll be pretty busy this week, but the people I'm staying with do have work and school and stuff, so I should have time while they're doing that. Idk.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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Danny just blinked at him in confusion. “Who else was there? My accident is what activated the portal and started letting ghosts through. My fault, my responsibility. And since I became half ghost, I had the powers necessary to fix it. My parents were incompetent at best. I just did what had to be done. ”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “If your parents were so incompetent, who trained you? Who helped you?”

“I mean, at first it was just Sam, Tucker, and I. They were present for my accident and helped me figure out my powers. Jazz figured it out a few months later and covered for me until she eventually revealed she already knew and then started helping more actively. And eventually I made a bunch of allies in the Realms and they started teaching me. I’m learning sword fighting from the Fright Knight and Pandora, diplomacy from Queen Dorathea, medicine from my doctor, and so many more things. It’s why I’m not worried about getting a GED. I’m so swamped with lessons and responsibilities that I just don’t have the time right now. Even if my grandfather is the master of time.”

Surprisingly, it was Alfred who asked the next question. “Do you ever have time to rest?”

Danny grinned. “Absolutely. When it all gets to be too much, I call up my partners or little sister and run away for a bit. My council then pretends I’m harder to find than I am. Or I’ll fight them off if I’m not ready to go back yet. I won my title through trial of combat, after all. No one can beat me.”

Jazz pouted at him. “You could call me up more often for those escapades, you know.”

Danny laughed. “Call up Ms. Responsibility to help me shirk? Nah, you’re where I go when I need to focus and can’t do it anymore.”

She smiled at him. “I suppose I can settle for that.”

Damian tilted his head. “We have conducted extensive background checks on Jasmine after her relationship with Todd became known. You do not have a younger sister.”

“I do,” said Danny. “Her name is Dani-with-an-i and she’s either two years younger than me or fourteen depending on how you look at it.”

“You’ve been cloned?” Tim was staring at him, so shocked he’d even stopped typing.

“Dani doesn’t like being called my clone. She’s my sister and her own person.”

Tim shook his head. “No, sorry, I said that wrong. My best friend is a clone. Superboy.”

“Oh!” Danny grinned. “I get it. Dani would love an introduction if you think he’d be interested. Superboy was also created by a creepy billionaire who was obsessed with his template, right? They’d have so much in common.”

“Wait,” said Jason. “Vlad Masters actually cloned you? He’s not just some creepy rich dude but legit mad scientist?”

Jazz shrugged. “Supervillain more like. But we’ve got it mostly under control. Bruce, if he tries to set up a meeting with you between Wayne Enterprises and VladCo, let me know? He likes to overshadow his competitors and make them sign over their companies. It’s how he became mayor in Amity. But he won’t do anything if Danny or I are there.”

“Overshadow?” asked Bruce.

“Possession,” Tim answered for Danny. “Apparently it’s a basic ghost power.”

Bruce closed his eyes. “Of course it is.” Looking to Danny, he asked, “What else are basic ghost powers?”

“As I demonstrated earlier, flight—well, it’s more gravity nullification, but semantics—invisibility, intangibility. Then there’s ectoblasts—” he formed one in his hands and tossed it from hand to hand “—overshadowing. Um… and most ghosts have at least one extra power directly tied to their obsession. Like, Boxy, er ,the Box Ghost, has control over cardboard boxes. Lunch Lady has control over food. Things like that.” With a wave of his hands, he dissipated the ectoblast.

“And Vlad Masters has used these powers to win an election and steal other’s companies.”

“He also has the power of duplication. I’m working on it, but can only maintain two duplicates at a time and it takes a ton of concentration. Vlad can maintain dozens if not hundreds at once. And each duplicate can overshadow someone. It’s why he’s such a pain to fight.”

Jason raised his hand. “I’m sorry, can you back up for a sec. How long has Vlad had these powers?”

Jazz shrugged. “Since his university days with Jack and Maddie. There was an accident and Vlad got ghost powers like Danny.”

“Uh-huh.” Jason’s voice was tight and a slow spread of anger was filling the room. “And you first met him when you were a kid, right?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. “It was a few months after my accident, so I was fourteen.”

“Did he, a grown-ass man, start fighting you, a kid right from the beginning?”

“Look, it’s fine. He’s a fruitloop. I know that. He wanted to kill my dad and marry my mom and play father-son with me from the moment we met. And yeah, the fights were hard when I was a kid. But I’m way stronger than him now. He’s just got that one trick that is a bitch to account for. I’m fine. Have been fine. And now I’m old enough and disowned so my parents can’t even force me to spend time with him anymore.”

Robin face palmed at his last words and Danny threw his hands up in the air.

“What did I say this time? I’m fine!”

Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry the adults in your life have failed you so badly. I know you said you are receiving training from other mentors, but I do have extensive experience fighting with and against metas and will share my methods with you. Both you and your sister, excuse me, sisters are welcome here any time and I’ll make sure we have some rooms set aside for you anytime you’re on Earth and in New Jersey.”

Damian jumped to his feet, “Father!”

But before he could say more than that, Dick had rushed to his side and slapped a hand over his mouth and began whispering in his ear. Steph moved seats so the two brothers could sit next to each other.

Robin was grinning and pumping his fists in the air. He sent out welcome, family vibes towards Danny.

Emotions that were echoed by Jason who added a protect layer to them.

Duke let out a whoop. "I won't be the only meta around! Promise me you'll come by a lot."

Danny shook his head, but couldn’t stop the smile. “So, you’ve decided I’m not a threat, then?”

“Hn. It seems like you were a child, put into an impossible situation, failed by all the adults who should’ve protected you, and that you excelled anyway.”

Jason pointed his fork at Danny. “But don’t let him put you at ease. He will figure out ways to neutralize you if you end up going evil or get mind controlled. He does it to everyone, even Superman and Superman is his best friend.”

At that, Danny couldn’t help but laugh. “Good!”

Pulses of surprise came from both Robin and Jason.

“Look, I’ve faced both an evil future version of me and have had to deal with mind control.” He looked to Bruce and, serious now, said, “As soon as the Anti-Ecto Acts are repealed and the Guys in White disbanded, I will help you write those plans myself.”

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Next

The family is finally warming up to Danny and at least some of them want to bring them in! Damian is the least happy about it.

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[dairy-farmer]

Please consider this ridiculously convoluted idea inspired by my favorite Norse myth:

Basically, there are a couple of parents whose son is being threatened by a monster (ogre / trolls/giant / whatevs) and they pray to Odin for help to protect their son. Odin says no because he's busy and/or he's not interested in helping these random humans. So next they try praying to Thor for help but get a similar answer, and start to despair. But Loki happens to hear about Odin and Thor turning down this couple and their son and shows up to intervene and defeat the monster (I suspect because of how many children Loki has lost in the mythology). The story ends with the three of them giving Loki a hug in thanks.

So what does this have to do with Tim and the bat family? Consider: Justice Lords situation and let's say because of the whole 'being okay with murder/be evil but thinking they are good' thing, the Justice Lords either have no beef with or are actively friendly with Ra's. Ra's has taken an interest in the son of a wealthy Gotham couple named Tim and has sent them a message informing them that he / his minions will be coming to collect Tim.

First, Jack and Janet try asking Superman for help to protect their son, but Superman is basically 'I'm far too busy taking care of the world to worry about one random kid' about the whole thing. So next they try petitioning Batman, but since Batman has a neutral, trending-towards-positive relationship with Ra's in this universe, he declines to interfere.

But Bruce has a son; Dick Grayson, AKA Nightwing AKA formerly Robin (and everyone knows that Robins, the first one at least, are rather mischievous. Thus the Loki role)! Dick hears about the situation and how both Superman and Batman have declined to help. And maybe, even if Ra's and his League aren't enemies in this universe, let's say Dick has some animosity towards Talia ( how dare she try to date his father: Baby!Dick to the rescue cockblock) and messing with Ra's is a roundabout way of messing with her.

So Nightwing shows up and sends the assassins (possibly even Ra's himself) packing, saving the day! Jack and Janet are so grateful, and bring out Tim from the panic room they had hidden him in to meet and thank Nightwing personally. And when Dick sees Tim for the first time, he falls in love instantly: Tim is a beautiful teenager, all smooth pale skin, strong yet delicate limbs, silky black hair and intelligent blue eyes. He blushes so prettily when he thanks Dick for keeping him away from Ra's (and from definitely becoming his new little wife).

Dick plays it cool, even while he drinks in every detail of Tim, already planning how to court this beautiful young man. Nightwing even cracks a joke about getting a kiss for saving the damsel in distress. He is pleasantly surprised when Tim blushes, looking down nervously, before placing a hand on Nightwing's shoulder and leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek.

Dick wants to stay longer, but unfortunately he has to figure out how to clean up the mess/get the assassins back to Ra's before it becomes an issue. He promises before he leaves that he will come back to 'check in' on Tim and make sure he's doing all right.

(That's all I really have, aside from this somehow leading to a detailed and relentless (and enthusiastically welcomed) courtship that ends up with Tim revealing that he knows who Nightwing really is and them eventually getting married (and fucking nasty style, of course 😘)

Thank you for indulging me in this myth nerd silliness! 🦇

❤️❤️❤️❤️!! dick obviously being so unable to resist sweet little tim, he's tim's knight in shining armor afterall, his little damsel which tim is all too happy to be ❤️!

[crystaleevee4]

i already posted this on a fic recs thread, but since that doesn't get active tag reach (or something), i'll post it again on my own blog :) because i am insane about @slashmagpie's fics

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Category: Gen

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP

Relationships: impulseSV & Skizzleman, GeminiTay & impulseSV, impulseSV & MisterJoker & Skizzleman & TangoTek, GeminiTay & GoodTimesWithScar & Grian & impulseSV & Skizzleman, GeminiTay & Misterjoker & TangoTek

Characters: ImpulseSV, Skizzleman, Geminitay, GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, TangoTek, MisterJoker

Words: 36,282 | Chapters: 9/? (Unfinished)

Ghost hunting's not an easy gig. While the rewards can be great, the sacrifices can be greater, and Joker, Impulse, Tango, and Skizz found this out the hard way. Years after they go their separate ways, Tango and Joker are approached by Gem, a member of Impulse's new ghost hunting team—a team that has gone mysteriously missing on a job gone wrong. Gem needs help, and despite all of their years out of the business, Tango and Joker can't resist the call to return to the world of ghost hunting. There are still so many questions they need to answer, after all—like why did Impulse stay, even after everything went wrong? What happened to Gem's team? And why did no one tell them about Skizz?

Additional notes from me:

As far as I know, the MCD is temporary. No one dies for real!

There's some passive suicidal ideation, so watch out for that

Actual scenes of (implied) suicide, but it's not real. On that note...

Unreality

Some pretty unhealthy, codependent relationships

Anyways! Really, really good fic. Magpie also wrote the Lifeline AU, if you know what that is, and if you're someone who's read LLAU and enjoyed it, OH BOY are you in for a ride with ACTTV. Especially my fellow imp and skizz fans, i'm so normal about them in this fic trust me

LLAU fans, remember Impulse and Skizz's dynamic in the series? yeah this is basically a role reversal and it makes me SICK

No one in this fic is in a particularly healthy mental space, but especially not impulsesv. He is the author's favorite guy to put through So Many issues

Magpie's usual themes of grief and change and betrayal and love!! yay!!

You ever regularly go through a process that is making you slowly lose your sense of self in order to have just a little bit of security? yeah that's [REDACTED] in this fic

Also, a song I heavily associate with this fic: Fire With Fire by AlicebanD! Great song, highly recommend you give it a listen!

[idontplaytrack]

Reader takes care of a stubborn sick Capri who doesn’t want to miss cheer practice

Capri finally got cleared to do cheer again after the incident however a week and a half into cheer practices she gets a cold

Sang it to you soft & sweet

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, mentions & some descriptions to Capri’s accident and injuries, tiny bit of angst

Capri couldn’t wait to get back to cheerleading, but life kicks her down when she’s already down.

The last ten weeks have been pure chaos. From Capri’s electrocution accident, to her near death experience, her coma and her waking up. You got no breaks, feeling all the emotions. You were exhausted, but so happy Capri got through it. You didn’t lose her. Your girlfriend was still here, with you. Capri was out of school for awhile and relied on you to get her assignments done. You helped her catch up, and she was doing just fine, as you’d expected her to be. She was always a bright student. Now, Capri was just…bored. She has been longing to get back on the tumbling track, get moving again like she used to. It felt like eons ago when she last got to be as active as she was. So she was feeling a little bit upset over it, her doctors have yet to clear her for strenuous physical activities like cheerleading following a prolonged hospital stay.

To her, the biggest surprise was coming out of the ‘freak accident’ and being alive. Doctors say that it wouldn’t have been possible given how she literally died following the electrocution. But since they knew her case and extent of how she was hurt, this was a what they called a miracle. And hey, they weren’t wrong. She was experiencing some after effects, but they weren’t the worst part of her recovery process. The worst, was her being diagnosed with PTSD following the incident. The flashbacks and nightmares leading to insomnia attacks, she was tired for a long time and it had only recently improved. Why? She finally gave in and agreed to start seeing a psychiatrist and got her started on the appropriate meds to control her symptoms.

“I’m boredddd.” Capri groans.

“I know, baby.” You bite back a sigh, hand on her thigh tentatively.

“It’s been weeks, why am I still not allowed to do anything?” She sulked, laying her head in your lap. You naturally started to play with her hair and braid it. She smiles at you for that.

“Baby, you’ve been through a major thing, you’re still getting a bunch of symptoms from the electrocution. They just wanna be careful and make sure you’re completely safe before they clear you for something as strenuous as cheer.”

The accident didn’t leave her any scars, but she was definitely dealing with a lot, still. Muscle spasms, headaches, loss of balance, random tingling sensations…she even had an irregular heartbeat for awhile. Technically, the worst part of it was over. But was it, really? You guys didn't know if she’d be dealing with any long term effects yet.

“Are you coming with me tomorrow? For my appointment?”

“Baby, of course I am.” You took her hand into your own, pressing a kiss to the back of it. She doesn’t respond verbally but a smile tugs at her lips. Before you could say anything else, Capri’s sister returned home from her lunch date with her husband.

“Hi, guys.”

“Hey, Lucca.” Capri greeted back without a sigh.

The older sister couldn’t help it but laugh. “Why are you just moping around? You guys can go to the mall or the park.”

“Already did.” You answered while Lucca walked over and sat down on the armchair.

“Anyway…you ready for your appointment tomorrow?”

“I’m nervous.” Capri admitted. “Also kinda sucks that Daddy can’t come with me too.”

“I know, honey. But y/n will be there, and me. Heck, even Jude if you want him to stay instead of just dropping us off. “We’ll keep Dad updated, alright? He knows, but he’s just—”

“On that business trip. I know, I know. He was scheduled for that since before I got hurt.”

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Capri squeals, “God, I can finally start doing cheer again. Oh, I’m so excited.” You rubbed her back, arm eventually snaking around her waist protectively. Ever since she’s gotten discharged from hospital, you’ve become way more protective of her than she was of you. And damn, the girl made sure everyone knew that you were her girl. Her excitement was adorable, but you were quickly worried. About how she’d hold up at practice— that was tomorrow. You didn’t show it, of course. You couldn’t do that. You didn’t want to be a downer and ruin her mood. She was so happy.

The four of you went out to lunch to celebrate, then went home. The older couple had work, while you and Capri had school the next day. So, some downtime was definitely needed. Capri also called her Dad immediately to let him know the good news. It was always such a sweet thing to witness the bond between Capri and her Dad— she was such a Daddy’s girl. Her Dad was busy, but he always tried his hardest to spend as much time with her and Lucca as possible. He also treated you like another daughter of his, which was lovely.

Everything went back to pre-incident normalcy for a week. The next morning, Lucca and Jude dropped you both at school on their way to work. It was obvious Capri was in a better mood than usual lately. She was practically floating. Heck, she even said hi to Darby. As per every Tuesday’s schedule, you and Capri would be separated by classes for the first half of the day, only meeting up again at lunch. “Hi, baby.” You approached her, that smile on your face quickly fell.

Uh-oh. She wasn’t doing well.

“Capri, honey?” You sat her down, “What’s the matter?”

She avoided eye contact with you but there was no doubt that she seemed a little pale. Capri sneezes seconds later, giving you the confirmation you needed. “No cheer for you today.” You told her.

“Babe, I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t. I don’t want you to push yourself too hard.” You spoke, cupping her cheek to make her look at you. “Do you wanna go home?” She ponders over your question briefly, then nodded her head without a word. Ever since what happened, she was significantly less stubborn, knowing how terrible things could get if she didn’t take care of herself, if she wasn’t more careful. Since the school clearly knew about Capri’s situation, they allowed her some leniency in terms of leaving school early. So you were able to take her home, no problem. Even though she’d agreed to go home, you knew she was upset about it, having to miss cheer practice. “You know, the squad just practices no matter what. We’d never miss a session over a cold.”

You bit your lip, not saying anything for a bit. “I’m sorry, but— you need to be careful right now, your body’s still recovering and now you’re sick so if you push yourself even just a little bit too much, I’m scared, honey.”

“I get it.” Capri gives you a solemn nod, “I’ll rest, okay?”

Once back at her place, you got Capri upstairs and into her bed after she changed out of her current outfit into a more comfy one. “You wanna get some sleep?”

“No.”

“Capri.” You warned.

She pouted, “I’m not sleepy.” You climbed into bed and carefully laid yourself on top of her. Capri sighs, “Yeah, I can easily roll you over and you’d be on the floor.” She smirked too. As annoyed as you were that she was being a little difficult, you decided to play along for a bit.

“Oh, yeah? You’d let your baby fall to the ground and hit her head?”

“Anything’s possible with me, y/n. You should know that by now.” She chuckles, rubbing your back soothingly.

You smirked, asking her playfully, “So, I’m your baby?”

“Huh. Did I say that?” She teased.

“Fine.” You huffed, “Stay up, don’t sleep.” Capri was just amused. Why was it so hard for her to take a goddamn nap that she so clearly needed?

“What can I do so you’d agree to take a nap?” You asked, gazing up at her big brown eyes. “I could sing.”

“You could.” Capri grins.

“Sure.” You agreed, having just the song in mind.

When you were done, you realised Capri was staring at you. “Uh.” She sniffed, “Did you…did you sing me this song while I was in the coma?” You blinked profusely, “I did. I wrote it to kind of just process all of what I was feeling and then one day I just sat there and sang it to you, hoping it would do something.”

Now her eyes were glossed over and her lips were quivering as she presses a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m so sorry I put you through that, darling.”

“It’s not your fault.” You were swiftly feeling like crying as well, but you swallowed your tears. “I’m just glad you’re still here with me.” Capri continues rubbing your back in a soothing motion, “Anything’s possible with me, y/n.”

You chuckled tearfully, “I’m sorry for being so insistent that you rested. It’s just that after everything…I’m terrified that I would lose you again if something happened so I’m being so careful but it’s not helping you if I just stay afraid all the time because life still has to go on, I shouldn’t be stopping you from cheering.”

“I think it’s sweet you’re looking out for me like that…being so protective. But, I get you. It’s not easy, having to go through all the stages of grief, the shock, the helplessness, the anger, and then hearing that ‘oh, she’s alive! But…she’s in a coma’. What happened didn’t just affect…me. It affected so many people, my parents, my sister, my friends…you. I heard it all, the crying, the screaming…and baby, I am so grateful that you stuck by me. You didn’t need to, but you did. And honestly, you— you were what I was fighting for. I could never leave you, ever.”

“Get some rest, I’ll be right here with you.” You licked your lips, getting off of her and laying beside her instead.

She nodded, finally not fighting the sleepiness.

Your arm rests across her chest, palm patting her to sleep. “We’ll get you a dose of meds for the cold if you need it later, okay?”

“Okay.” She agrees quietly.

“I love you.” You told her.

“I love you too, darling.” Capri replies groggily, “I love you so much. Thank you…for everything you’ve been doing for me.”

“You are my one, you set my world on fire.

I know there’s heaven but we must be higher.

I’m gonna love you till my heart retires.

Forever will last.

I think it went something like that.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N:

So…it became a bit of angst. Sorry😬 okay. G’night y’all. (Let’s pretend reader wrote that song for this fic✨)

[jiminjeonging]

Hello I am once again back with more jmj hcs as gfs this time lowkey freaky version:

-Jmj the type to chill around naked after a night of passion (or just after showering), obviously inside their room cause nngselle DO NOT want to see that shit

-People might not get this like i do but, mj is a sucker and jm is a nibbler (it's alright if you think otherwise, btw im not talking about cunnilingus!!!!)

-they have two kissing modes:

cute soft long kiss where they don't move their lips at all and just stay intertwined in pure bliss of almost merging into one being, mj on her tiptoes with her arms on jms shoulders or her nape, jm holding mjs waist with one hand and mjs cheek or jaw with another while softly rubbing her thumbs there, just a kiss that makes them both fall in love again and again (charli xcx reference)

or

passionate kiss, saliva flying everywhere, a mess of teeth and tongues, head pulling, hair messing, messily feeling each other's bodies with their hands, mj messing jms hair so badly she looks like that baby pic of jm with her hair up like a dragon ball character, jm feeling the booty like it's her favourite squish toy, usually ends up with sex let's not lie to ourselves

-Another anon already sent this on ur tumblr page but let me elaborate on what they said, jm just goes and sucks a woobie like it's a normal thing to do in our current society, she just goes and does it whenever they are not in the presence of anyone at the dorms or hotel, and she can probably fall asleep like that too, the worst thing is that usually when she does this she doesn't have sexual intentions like she just likes doing it cause she finds it soothing, and sometimes when she does that she unintentionally gets mj aroused from so much boob sucking but mj doesn't act on it most of the time cause she knows jm only does this singular boob sucking activity for a long period of time to calm down from something, so she just puts her hand on jms head and lets her do it until they both fall asleep, sometimes jm will accidentally bite her boob while sleeping and she just wakes up and swats jms arm hard lmao

-I don't think I will elaborate on this since it has been said so many times in ur tumblr and cc but mj really loves the weight of jm on top of her while having sex and also after having sex

-Sometimes when the strap is used mj will tell jm (she is the one that normally uses the strap) that she stays with the strap inside of her for a while, so jm just lays on top of her with the strap inside mj and they just fall asleep like that lmao

-jm LOOOVES to praise mj in bed, while having sex and also in the aftermath, whispering sweet compliments while caressing her face and her hair, also telling her how well she did and how great she is while taking care of mj and cleaning her up and helping her change clothes cause she left mj in a destroyed state cause she went too hard on her (mj wanted it so she just went with it), sometimes she feels guilty of leaving mj in this state but mj reassures her that she wants to be this way, and she loves when jm goes hard on her

Anyways i got lost in the sauce again I'm not used to writing sex related stuff but hope yall enjoyed it (if nat posts this ofc, hope u enjoyed it too nat)

yippie!! i agree on jm nibbling actually but to mj loves sucking sure but she just loves to do anything with her mouth, she doesnt like it if it stays empty(?) for example when jm is eating her out she sucks/bites on her lower lip, she brings her her hand to her mouth to brush it against her lips like she needs to feel Something around that area. heavy on jm sucking on woobies to soothe herself too!

yass i enjoy these and agree with you<3<3<3

(also i know i have a lot of asks left unanswered but i try to answer long stuff so pls let me know if theres anything specific you need to get answered. sorry im just busy asf.)

[allyheart707]

-More LS Questions Answered-

Oh, yes, eventually! :D

He knows ABOUT mystic powers but he is not able to use them yet, much to Draxum disappointment.

Favorite things:

Donnies absolute favorite thing is asking questions. Carol only gives them little kids books- which while he does enjoy reading them as they have taught him a lot about the world outside- "trees look like this, ooooh and kids go to place called school to learn!" - they do not always interest him since he knows a lot of it is made up. - "A mutant mouse? Those don't exists... I think. And no human would give a mutant mouse a cookie!! ... well, except maybe Carol."

So, when he has the chance to ask questions about the outside world, how the machines they use work, ect. THATS his favorite thing.

Mikey's favorite thing is drawing. Once they gave him paper and pencils, he was FINALLY able to make the boring gray walls feel less cold. He can draw him and his brother in all the places in their books- and pretend that his world is a little less gray that way.

Least favorite:

Donnie hates boredom, and he is OFTEN bored in their room. They don't have much to do and are in their room for like... 90% of most days. So, any time he is in his room without anything to do. (already read all the books, Mikey is busy drawing, ect)

Mikey hates school time and anything to do with needles.

Donnie has a pretty good grasp on time. He has seen clocks on the wall and overheard conversations such as "Oh man, what time is it? We should be getting the mutants back to their rooms." *scientist looks at clock on wall* "Your right, it's almost 5!" - With these conversations scattered about and a few questions to Carol, he has it *mostly* figured out.

Mikey has... day and night down but that's about it. Their room light turns on during the day and off during the night (the bathroom light always staying lit).

You would be suprised how many basic facts Donnie is able to pick up through well timed questions, children's books, and Carol!

While Donnie has no good way of expressing his love of tech where he is, his intellect is shown through how much he DOES know about the world. He isn't as knowledgeable as most Donnies his age, because he had to FIGHT for everything he has learned- but he IS learning which I think is quite amazing as is.

Though, with Carol with them now, it has become much easier! :D

Hehe I feel like the scientist probably have DONE this before. Might do a small comic about this one day, who knows.

But, basic reaction: They would both LOVE it.

Weird birthmarks cause by whatever mutated them, probably.

Tbh I have NOT thought of that but for most turtle related activities like that I always think they DO just a VERY scaled down version. Like, they pretty much just feel the urge to make pillow/blanket forts more often in the winter and take more naps then normal.

No it's all good! Questions like these ones help me flesh out their story and my world a little bit more! Though, I DID skip any questions that I knew would already be answered later in the comic!

@animal-lover-forever

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Rare Encounters

Na Goeun x F!reader

Tags: scissoring, thigh riding

WC: 3.6k

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Everyone at school loved Na Goeun. No one knew how she could handle it all: being in student council, joining the drama club, and still managing to almost make it as class valedictorian (rank 2 isn't half bad though). She never had a bad rep or record, except that she had rejected almost every boy that asked her out. On the few occasions she did indulge in a date, that would be the last of it.

Something about that drew you to her. She was already nice enough to help you out in the few lab activities you got paired together for. She even got you some candy on the last day of class, which, while she did give to several other people, probably meant she remembered you enough to give one to.

Fast forward to today, and... actually, you don't know what happened to her. No one did.

It wasn't something bad or negative though; it's just that she had fallen off practically everyone's radars. Some say she got into a prestigious college under a pretty tight scholarship; others say she auditioned and is training for some entertainment company given her drama background. But the fact was, no one had a definitive answer.

That was, until your class reunion.

The buzz spread like wildfire. Your phone with a dozen different groupchats couldn't stop vibrating when someone sent a screenshot of the LINE message inviting everyone to come. Clear as day, Na Goeun sent a reaction.

"You think she'd actually go?," asked Ireh, sitting beside you and your friend Dosie at a cafe nearby your old school. The three of you still kept in touch, and just as you frequented this small coffee shop back then, you found yourselves coming back to it when everyone had the time.

"Beats me. Maybe she's so busy she butt pressed it and hasn't seen it.," Dosie remarked.

"Come on," you added. "That's so unlikely. Besides... it should be impossible for her to not be interested. It's Goeun. She had friends everywhere."

"Sometimes, an introvert can look a lot like an extrovert. Maybe we just never saw her being exactly that," Dosie replied.

"I suppose that makes sense," Ireh said. "Still wouldn't explain how she managed to stay introverted for 6 years."

Ireh and Dosie were both on a break from training at different arts schools. You on the other hand were taking a science course – likely thanks to Goeun for making it not as intimidating to you in the first place – and so when the two had to return to their dorms, you stayed on. The store owner knew you by now since you would often work quietly in the corner until the shop closed at around 10:30PM.

Tonight, however, someone new entered just before the store closed shop. It was a petite woman with long, jet black hair, with an aura and poise you almost couldn't believe you were seeing for the first time in years.

It was Goeun, in the flesh. And seeing her just as beautiful as before sent your chest in knots.

See, what no one really knew was that while it was primarily guys that had crushes on Goeun, you're pretty sure girls, like you, did too. You never threw away the wrapper of that candy she gave you. You cherishes every day marveling at Goeun tutoring you every lab session. And everyone's collective investment on whether she would be at the reunion did nothing but rekindle those feelings.

Now, Goeun existed in your world and only yours. Despite that sounding a lot creepier than it actually is, it was the truth. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be the only one with her, just this once.

"Goeun-ssi," you said softly, hoping she'd turn around. She didn't.

You slink back in your chair, embarassed. Maybe it's not so good an idea to bother her? Like Dosie said, maybe she just never was the type to socialize, and the last thing she'd need at 10PM was some random person to bother her night munchies.

What you don't notice as you hide yourself in your hoodie and close your eyes as you think of that is that, as Goeun finishes placing her order in, she turns around as she jams to the music she's playing on her AirPods. And right as you open your eyes, she looks up from her phone.

"Wait," Goeun said. "You look familiar."

You reply nervously. "Yeah, uh... we were lab partners a few times. Under Baek-seonsaengnim?" You realize hiding in your hoodie might be making it harder for her to remember, so you lift your hoodie and remove your mask.

"Oh!," she exclaimed. "It's you! Hi! Oh wow, I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you! How have you been? Pardon me." Flustered, she put her earbuds away.

"No it's okay! I was just about to head home," you respond, closing your notebook and laptop quickly. "I don't want to keep you."

"No, please, don't worry about it! I just happened to come by the area. Before the reunion," she added.

So she did plan to go. Guess Dosie was wrong.

"Tell you what," she said. "Do you still live nearby? The apartments just up the road?"

"Not too far from that, you turn left by the convenience store instead of going straight," you respond.

"Oh neat! I'm not that far from you then. Why don't I join you for a bit?," she replied.

"It's okay! I can manage," you add shyly.

"Nonsense, it's late. I got you," she rebutted. "Besides, it's nice to see you again! You have to tell me how you've been."

You warm up a bit, and open yourself to being a bit more chatty. "Same here."

Waiting for your coffee, you try and make the first move. "Funny, I was just with Dosie and Ireh a few hours ago."

"Really! How are they? They still into performing?," she asked.

"Yeah. They're not classmates though, but I think they're both going to try out at the same theatre group when they graduate soon."

"That's great! Wow, it's so nice to actually hear from our classmates nowadays."

"Wait, so you haven't met anyone? None at all? In six whole years?"

"Well... I did spot Chaein from afar, you remember her right? From my section? Anyway, there was a time she saw me from afar while I was waiting for a bus, but before she could say hi, I had to go. Otherwise, no, probably just some random guys I actively tried to not run into when I caught them," she replied. "And, well, you! Right now!"

As you both step out of the cafe with fresh cups of coffee in hand, you head the way home. It's finals week for first semester, so the air is cold and damp.

After a few seconds of silence, only disrupted by the crunching of feet on asphalt, Goeun speaks up. "So... I'm pretty sure you're gonna ask me where I've been."

"Well... yeah. But I figured you had your reasons. I mean... you did, right?," you asked. "Not that it affects me or anything, it's just... I always thought you would, I don't know, be an actress or an idol, or literally anything–"

"Wah, jjinja?," she exclaimed. "Gosh no, I don't think I could make singing and drama my entire life."

"So what was your life then?"

"College."

What you thought was a pause turned out to be a full stop. "Wait, that's it? No scholarship, no special gigs? Just college?"

"No, of course not! Seriously, why does everyone assume I just get these things?," she laughed, seemingly shocked by the assumption.

"Because you were THE Na Goeun?!," you said incredulously. "Everyone thought you'd be out there in the world, not disappearing off the face of it," you retort.

"Hey, for what it's worth, I finally got to do some things I couldn't before. Jog more frequently, record songs instead of just performing, go skiing during winter. It's fun."

"But did you not miss any of it?"

"Any of what?" she presses, looking puzzled.

"The attention? The social life? Being loved by everyone?"

She looks up for a few seconds pondering on her answer. "Well, that's a lot to answer. First... I guess I did miss it a bit. Not enough to seek it out though, as you can tell. And second, I honestly just step away from it all, you know? I wanted to lay low, just excel quietly without getting attention, graduate, and do whatever it is I have to do to earn money nowadays. Does that answer your question?"

"I... yeah," you reply, shocked by both how much and how little you know of Goeun.

"But for the record," she glared at you, eyebrow raised with a smirk, "I succeed for no one other than myself."

You clicked your tongue and pointed at her. "There's the Goeun I know."

You both laugh as you share stories, struggling – and barely succeeding – not to wake up all your neighbors. You must have failed either way, because right in the middle of your conversation, rain suddenly pours, drenching both you and Goeun. You run to your porch, fortunately only about a hundred meters away, and laugh even harder when you both process what just happened.

"Don't even think about going home in this rain. I'm so sorry!," you said.

"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had in a while!," she replied.

"Please, dry yourself off inside! You can stay over until the rain subsides."

Walking Goeun up the stairs provided an all-important reality check: you were bringing your high school crush, who until now remained a mystery to everyone else, and is still pretty as hell even drenched, to your place, alone?

You power through the growing anxiety and successfully reach your apartment. It wasn't the biggest, considering your parents were the ones fully paying for it, so having a second person already made the place feel twice as stuffed.

You point Goeun to the bathroom to freshen herself up first, while you search for some spare clothes you could lend her. The flannel and jeans you were wearing sent sharp sensations of cold all over your body, so you instinctively remove them, leaving you in your underwear. In your rush to find clothes for Goeun, you miss her unlock the bathroom door and step out, herself also in just a sports bra and her underwear. When you turn around, you give a slight yelp.

"Ai, I'm sorry!" Goeun said, hiding behind the door. You both shuffle around awkwardly trying to find a way to get dressed, but, perhaps to break the awkwardness, she adds, "You have a nice body, you know that?"

You feel your body scrunch up a bit, trying to hide yourself. But Goeun walks up to you, grabbing towels you hung on a chair to cover both you and herself up. As she wraps your shoulders in a towel, she places a hand over the arm you've placed over your chest, trying to ease you up.

"Hey, it's okay," she reassured. "I know we're not close, but you don't have to be so shy." She looks at you, and your eyes meet. She always had very pretty eyes, accentuated by their size and the way they glisten in the light.

"If only I was as pretty as you, maybe," you blurt out suddenly. When you realize what you just did, you take your other hand and cover your mouth, shocked and scared. Even she looked surprised, and the two of you stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Both of you were trying to formulate whole ideas, but Goeun is the first to get a word out.

"I... think you're pretty too," she said.

Another round of staring. You barely notice it, but now you're almost up to each others' bodies. Fuck it, here we go I guess.

"I thought you were pretty ever since high school," you add. "I even kept that candy you gave me on the last day of school."

"Did you really?," she giggled. "You know, I gave you that because I remembered you as a lab partner."

"Why, was it because I barely helped? I'm sorry if I was too much for you to carry."

"No no, not like that... because back then, I'd see the way you look at me with those eyes, and it was cute. I remembered that."

You aren't that much taller than Goeun (maybe less than half a head), but you can feel yourself having to look down a bit more as you move your body closer to her.

"Goeun...," you whisper, "every time some guy asked you out and you rejected them, I always thought I'd actually be able to make you happy. But I also accepted I'd never be able to tell you that I liked you."

"Well," she says, as she tipped on her toes and plants a kiss on your cheek. "now's your chance. Do you perhaps... still like me now?," she asked innocently.

Your heart thumps all the way into your eardrums, but, with how close she was to you, you could feel her heart beating quickly as well. You're lightheaded, but at the same time aware of everything around you, most especially Na Goeun looking into your eyes with a smile.

You press your forehead into hers and close your eyes. No point hiding anything now.

"Yes, Goeun-ssi, I still like you."

She chuckled again, though sounding a bit nervous. "Please, I think we're past the point of you calling me that way. Just call me Goeun."

At that moment, a switch flips: literally, in that both of you have unwittingly backed into a light switch in the room; and figuratively, in that after exchanging a quick laugh, you both lean in together for a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and also unsure, but a second kiss erases all that fear.

Every moment your lips parted came longer than the last. You were immersed in the warmth of someone you've dreamt about in the past, and that's all that mattered then and there.

You break your kiss, and guide her to the edge of your bed. Goeun stares at you, for once seemingly unsure of what to say, and you move your hands to the sides of her chest. She gives a quiet nod, and you work her bra and panties off her. She does the same, moving her hands to your hips, and you nod in return. You both had a language only both of you could understand, and it burned you up inside.

When you pull her to the bed however, Goeun is just staring into your eyes still, like she's trying to say something.

"Is everything okay? Am I going too fast?," you ask, trying to calm her.

"No, it's just... this is my first time with a girl, and I haven't done anything like this in... I don't even remember," she replied.

You give a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, this is my first time too. We'll... figure this out together I guess?," you added. She closes her eyes and smiles, looking more relaxed than a minute ago. She always was a perfectionist.

"No one's ever told me that before," she said, looking shocked from the statement. "Okay."

Both of you resume making out. Still not intense nor heavy, just enough to focus on each others' lips. Time to time, you or Goeun would pause to just look at your other half, and continue. Every pause you snuggle closer – perhaps still cold from the rain pouring outside. And, when your eyes lock, you giggle and keep going.

She breaks the rout with a light kiss on your nose. "You're cute when you have nothing to say."

You feel your cheeks flush. "If you're going to tell me you've been flirting with me ever since lab, I'm going to freak."

"If I managed to learn to flirt between then and now, it's a miracle," she replied. "But I mean it. You're cute in a way other guys can't be."

You place a hand over her cheek, rubbing it with your thumb. "I really hope this isn't a dream," you say, before kissing Goeun again.

"I don't think dreams would feel this real," she laughed.

You start making out again, your hands now straying to different parts of each others' body. Goeun's hand slides down your chest, pausing between your breasts, your hand works up her spine to the back of her head.

You pull her in closer, sliding your leg between hers, and hers between yours. You can feel the warmth of her core, and you're sure she can too. Both of you connect with a jolt; you feel Goeun's breath stagger. She looks at you again, with a look that said "it's okay, I'm yours."

You start to rub yourself on her leg, and she follows suit. Slick builds up on your thigh, and deep breaths trail behind. You can't hold back your moans, but neither does Goeun; her whimpers of pleasure are fed straight into your ear. The harder both of you grind, the harder you pull her closer to you, as if wanting to experience your stimulation as one whole.

"Does it feel good?," you ask under your breath.

"Yes, shit, I want more."

You're now determined to do one thing and one thing only: make Goeun feel good. You prop yourself up on a knee to get on top of her; her petite body rises and falls with her heavy breaths. She tries to get up on her elbows to meet you, but you place a hand on her chest. "Let me," you whisper, and she plops back down.

You feel around her folds, glistening and sticky from the stimulation you gave her. You give her one last glance, and her eyes are closed, ready to take you in. You slide a finger in, and Goeun gasps, feeling all of you in her. Her breaths are giggly, trembly expressions of pleasure, and it unsurprisingly turned you on. You reciprocated the pleasure with a second finger, causing her to lurch her back in ecstasy.

"Hah, that's so good! Please don't stop!," Goeun begs. You have never imagined her to be on the receiving end of anything, much less this, but you're committed to make her keep begging for more – as a metric of her enjoyment, of course.

You didn't anticipate, though, how much of a quick study Goeun could be, as she forces herself up and reaches a hand towards your groin. You feel a finger graze your clit, causing you to squeak, and Goeun continued to go crazy on it. Both of you are staring deeply and longingly at each other, legs crossed between each other – and of course, now fingering each other.

You couldn't take it anymore; you needed more of Goeun, and you wanted to give her more of you. You grab her hand out of your pussy and guide it to her mouth, and you do the same to your own. Your moans and movements at this point are so synchronized that when you drag her closer to start scissoring her, you're surprised to slam right into her juicy warmth without much distance covered.

Just like tides slamming and receding back, you and Goeun rub your pussies into each other. Waves of pleasure ripple across your body, and you can feel in the way she trembles in your grasp that so is Goeun. You're hungry for her, and the look in her eyes confirm she wanted to know exactly that. As you creep closer to your edge, a dam bursts open inside your chest, and you grip ever more tightly on to Goeun. She holds on to you just as tightly, enough to be moaning right next to each others' ears yet again.

Suddenly, you couldn't stop yourself from blurting everything you've ever thought about Goeun to her. "Fuck, Goeun, I've always dreamt this, I've touched myself to this dream so many times, please don't leave me! I'll do everything to make you stay! Please don't let me go! I just want to be yours!," you cry out in desperation.

"Yes, yes, yes, baby! You're mine! I'm not letting you go! I want to cum together! I'm so close!," she screams in reply. Those sweet words were enough to finally you make you tremble and leak, just before squirting all over her hips. Your orgasm in turn brought Goeun to her climax, your fluids mixing with each other, consummating your newly forged commitment to each other.

Together, you tip to the side, still locked into that embrace, catching your breath. The moans hidden beneath her breaths are soft but unabated, and you feel satisfied knowing she most definitely enjoyed herself.

When Goeun comes to, you stare at her and give her a kiss on her nose. "You're cuter when you're relaxed."

The gesture appeared to have jolted Goeun to her senses, as she gives a faint smile.

"I'm lucky I found you tonight of all nights," she whispered. Your softest voices were now audible, as the rain had finally subsided.

"And I'm lucky the rain kept you here," you reply. You look outside, thinking what comes next after this, and Goeun responded immediately by using her forehead to pull yours in.

"I'm not going anywhere," she reassured.

"Not even the reunion?," you taunt, giving a childish pout.

"Of course I'm going to that, silly," she giggles. "Only if you promise to come with me."

"It's a date then," you reply. "Finally."

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A/N: hope this one surprises the few plorys out here in the wild. hopefully i get to make for kween dosie next

[whysamwhy123]

Randomly dropping 1.5k of some OrangeHook schtuff here. This is a sort of precursor/prologue to a different fic that I may or may not write. There's an awkward tonal shift and a real non-ending because I'm a little rusty, but whatevs.

‘’I thought it was supposed to my generation that couldn’t stop staring at our phones.’’

The sound of Hook’s voice makes Orange raise his head from the texts he was reading. The kid’s sat there on the other side of the couch, surrounded by a plate with a sandwich on it, a bag of chips, and a bowl of ice cream (Hook’s idea of a balanced meal. Oh, to be twenty-four again…) He takes a bite of the sandwich while Orange waves his hand dismissively.

‘’Leave me alone, I have a good reason,’’ he says.

His little sister just got engaged, you see. Orange isn’t usually one for showing much emotion; only when the situation calls for it. And this one does - he’s beyond happy for her. Their mom’s taken it upon herself to insist that as many of the family as possible make their way down to his sister’s place at the end of the month to celebrate. She’s currently blowing up his phone with plans and a million questions. Orange isn’t annoyed in the slightest - it’s exciting, actually. He doesn’t get to see his sister that much since she moved to the West Coast, and he’s looking forward to congratulating her in person.

Hook helps himself to a spoonful of ice cream. And he’s not even done with the sandwich yet. ‘’Your sister?’’

‘’My mom,’’ Orange corrects. ‘’It’s gonna be a busy couple of days. A lot of plans. Family bonding time.’’

‘’Sorry I can’t come,’’ Hook says. He’s booked to defend his title on Dynamite that week. He could have asked for time off too, but Orange told him it was fine, he didn’t mind going alone. It really was more of a family thing. ‘’I wish I could.’’

That surprises Orange. He kinda figured Hook was glad he wasn’t getting dragged along to this. ‘’Yeah?’’

Hook nods, in between bites of his sandwich. ‘’Yeah. That way, I could met your parents without having to go to Jersey.’’

Orange cracks up a little, shakes his head. Truth be told, he’s getting a little tired of the New Jersey jokes. But he can’t bring himself to refute them either. The eternal struggle.

The thought stays in his mind - Hook wishes he could go. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised by that? Things have gotten pretty serious between the two of them. But at the same time, Hook’s dropped a lot of hints that this whole ‘serious relationship’ thing is kinda new to him. Orange understands, but he can’t relate - he’s been a serial monogamist since sophomore year of college. Orange didn’t expect him to actively want to meet his parents. But it's a good sign, right?

‘’What’re you smiling about?’’

Orange didn’t realise it, but yeah, he has a little smirk frozen on his face. He can’t help it.

‘’Nothing,’’ he answers. ‘’It’s just…nice. That you wanna meet my parents.’’

Hook’s hand disappears into the bag of chips. For some reason, Orange really wants to insist he finish the sandwich first. ‘’’Course I wanna meet your folks,’’ Hook says. ‘’You met mine already - it’s only fair. Besides, I bet I’ll be great at impressing ‘em. Moms love me.’’

Hook makes direct eye contact with him for that last part. Orange gives him a decidedly unimpressed look and says nothing.

‘’Did you hear that? What I just said?’’ Hook says, the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen spreading across his face. ‘’I said moms love me. And I mean, they love me.’’

Orange narrows his eyes at him. ‘’Can’t imagine why.’’

Hook leans back against the couch, still the picture of smugness. ‘’It’s ‘cause I make them feel like they’re twenty-two again.’’

Orange rubs at his brow. ‘’Weird. You make me feel ancient.’’

‘’That’s only because you are,’’ Hook answers casually, before devouring another chip.

Just like with the jokes about his home state, Orange is used to this kind of thing by now. But he usually likes to give back as good as he gets. He wracks his brain for some way to turn this around on Hook. He scrolls back up through his mom’s texts and hits paydirt.

‘’I think my mom would like to meet you too,’’ he says.

Hook smirks. ‘’Yeah, I bet she -’’

Orange interrupts. ‘’Now that my sister’s getting married, she keeps telling me I need to catch up.’’

Hook’s bag of chips hits the floor and spills out what’s left of its contents. Hook’s smirk is gone. He’s frozen, face going pale as he’s gripped by the horrifying concept that is ‘commitment’.

Orange is the one smiling now. ‘’She keeps hassling me about it. About her eldest being the only one not engaged or married. No kids either.’’

The mention of kids causing Hook’s hand to shoot out and grip the arm rest. All his various food items remain untouched as he stares off to the side, consumed by pure terror.

Orange decides to twist the knife a little more. ‘’I don’t know what to tell her. But I’m sure you could give her a good answer, right?’’

Hook is staring off into space, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now. Orange feels smugly satisfied…for all but a few seconds. Then he starts to notice.

Hook isn’t just caught off-guard here. And his reaction here isn’t as exaggerated as Orange first thought. Hook seems to fold in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. His brow is furrowed, but it’s not out of anger. He looks…sad. Genuinely upset. But not with Orange. With himself.

Orange is starting to realise that maybe he’s taken this a little too far. Further than the usual playful banter.

‘’I…I…’’ Hook stammers. His voice sounds so uncertain and he can’t even look at Orange. ‘’I’m sorry…’’

Ah, hell. Orange regrets everything. This is why he keeps his mouth shut as much as possible.

He needs to reassure Hook. ‘’No, no, I didn’t mean - I was just kidding.’’

Hook manages to look up at him, but his expression is still tentative. ‘’So…your mom isn’t really saying…stuff like that?’’

Orange bulks. He’s never been good at lying, especially not when it comes to Hook. He feels he has no choice but to tell the truth, even though it’s not gonna make this any easier. ‘’Uh. Well. No, she is. But…whatever. That’s just…parent stuff, you know? Like, when we had dinner with your folks and they kept - ‘’

‘’I remember,’’ Hook interjects, making it very clear that he doesn’t want to be reminded.

Dinner at the Taz household went well, as far as Orange was concerned. He was more nervous than he’d been in his entire life, but it all worked out and Orange had a nice evening there with them. But it was awkward at times, in the way that meeting a partner’s parents always is. The highlights were all the times where Taz and Hook’s mom kept finding ways to oh-so-casually mention how they didn’t have any grandchildren yet. And when Orange complimented the meal, Hook’s mom told him it was a family recipe so she’d only be able to share it with him after he and Hook were married.

None of that bothered Orange all that much - he’d been there before with other meeting-the-parents scenarios. But Hook was mortified. Orange tried to laugh it all off during the car ride home but Hook was deathly silent for the rest of the evening. The only time he spoke up about it was the next morning when he tersely apologised to Orange for it and told him they ‘didn’t mean all that’. Orange sensed this was a touchy subject and didn’t say anything else about it.

Now, Orange feels like the biggest dumbass alive. He should have known Hook wouldn’t find this funny. The kid’s upset and it’s all his fault.

He realises he needs to stop mentally chastising himself and do some damage control. ‘’I, uh. I really wasn’t…hinting or anything back there.’’

Hook slowly nods. He still looks incredibly uncomfortable.

Because he apparently hasn’t learned his lesson, Orange keeps talking. ‘’We don’t have to talk about that kind of stuff yet. If you don’t want to. I mean, we don’t even live together so…’’ Orange notices Hook’s eyes widen. He’s doing a bad job of this. ‘’Which is - fine! That’s…okay! We don’t need to -’’ He stops and takes a breath; collects his thoughts before he makes this even worse. ‘’You don’t need to think about that stuff. It’s…the future, you know? It’s…whatever. We can focus on the now. I’m really happy, with everything, and we don’t need to -‘’

‘’Can we talk about something else?’’ Hook asks. There’s a kind of desperation to it, almost like a plea.

Orange has a weird feeling in his gut that he can’t quite place. Guilt, maybe? Regret? Anxiety?

Orange forces himself to nod and keep his expression neutral. ‘’Yeah. Sure. Whatever’’

A heavy silence lays thick over the two of them. Hook’s food remains untouched.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 25 - Marshall

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Part 24 -- Part 26

Pairing: Marshall x ofc (Vivienne)

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: Drinking, blood, violence (sounds like a party, right?), angst...

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Alright! Thank you @deandoesthingstome for gently bullying me into posting this right away (I love you for that!) Here's all there is to know for now on the Marshall situation... It's not a long chapter, but still... I'm excited about this one. I hope you all like some unresolved angst!

@geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos

“Listen,” I snap at Mike and Dani, who have clearly decided that the hallway is a completely appropriate place to suck the skin off each other’s faces, “you’re not the only people on the planet. Get a fucking room.” 

“Marshall,” Dani answers, “go find yourself someone to suck your dick, and leave us alone.” That girl is getting way too comfortable around here. I swear to God; one more happy couple and I’m going to throw up. Of course Sherlock and Elena appear right on cue, also fairly firmly attached to each other. I can’t believe I’m actually jealous of them, actively wishing I had my arms wrapped around… her… I’ve checked the whole house twice at this point; she’s a no-show. That’s probably for the best; I have to get over her, and seeing her will only make things worse. 

Maybe Dani is right, maybe I should… I have to forget about her one way or another. It’s been over a week since it happened, and at first I thought it was just another one time thing. Now, I’m praying to every god I can think of that it was just a hookup, but the more I beg the universe to have it be exactly that, the less I believe it actually was. Thing is: I can’t actually afford to fall in love with my best friend’s sister. If Peter ever found out about this, he’d have my nuts, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. Ironically, he’s also the only person with whom I can actually talk about this shit. Except in this case, that talk isn’t going to go over well. What the fuck would I tell him? ‘Sorry, mate, I shagged your sister, and now I’m in love. With your sister.’ I might as well break my nose myself, that would save me both time and embarrassment. 

It’s time for another beer. Maybe two or three. In the living room, all of my roommates are really busy, and I just can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Not having a great night?” I recognize the voice; it’s Vivienne Chase, Marine Biology major and certified puck bunny. I’m fairly sure she’s made her way through well over half of my hockey team at this point. Not that I care. 

“Not really,” I answer. Dani’s words echo in my head, and it doesn’t help that she walks by right that second, sticking her tongue into her cheek. The whole gesture leaves very little room for interpretation. Mike notices - for a change - and nudges her in the arm while stifling a laugh. 

Vivienne stays. We drink, we talk, I even find myself laughing at some point. 

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here.” Great. Charles just decked Tony Bates. He had it coming - from Mike, but he was busy rolling a joint, so someone had to step up to the plate. I’d say it’s not like Charles to stand up for someone else’s girl like that, but it really is. He can be a prick, but he’s fiercely loyal to his friends, and as far as he is concerned, that includes their girlfriends. I’m almost sure he’d never actually make good on any threats he makes about going after one of them. Almost. 

“Alright, folks, nothin’ to see here, back to your business,” Sy says from another corner of the room, tearing his eyes away from Alicia Thomson. 

Tony actually leaves without making a fuss, which saves me a whole lot of trouble. I’d have hated to have to toss him out. From the corner of my eye, I look at Viv. It’s a good thing Charles was already busy talking up Dani’s roommate, because if he hadn’t been, I’m pretty sure Vivienne would have walked out on me. These hockey girls are way into a couple of guys throwing punches. I scoff at the thought. 

“Hm?” Her smile screams mischief and her eyes scream sex. This girl is throwing herself at me so glaringly obviously I’m even getting a strange look from Sy, who’s all the way across the room from me.

“Nothing,” I say, and I try to continue my conversation with her as naturally as possible. School, the holidays, hobbies, the usual. She’s clearly not planning on getting to know me - not that I’m hell bent on finding out everything about her. Or anything, even, for that matter. I know her name, which Charles would probably say is already more than I need to know, and to be completely honest, it’s plenty for me, too. At least right now.

Her hands are always on me, she’s leaning in when I talk, giggling, playing with her hair. Serving up the works, really. If this is a good idea, why am I constantly reminding myself that Lexi isn’t an option? Why can’t I get her out of my goddamn head? I vaguely register the rest of the room as they count down to midnight, and two arms snaking around my waist. Fuck, she’s close, pushing me back against the wall even further… And then she kisses me. 

Her lips are soft but extremely demanding, forcing mine apart. Before I can properly register what is happening, her tongue slides into my mouth, and I just give in. Worst case scenario, I get laid tonight and there’ll be plenty of time for pining over a girl I can’t have, later. Vivienne lets go of me only to put her glass down somewhere, and I do the same. Her lips crash against mine again, and I feel her chest press into me. Not to be insensitive, but she has an impressive rack, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about them once or twice - in a more or less naked state, that is. I stop her when she tries to slide her hands up my sweater. 

“We’re in a room full of people,” I say softly, without even opening my eyes. I can almost hear her grin. 

“How about we move to a room with less people,” she whispers in my ear before very quickly nipping at my earlobe. 

I look around the room, knowing full well there isn’t a living soul in this house right now who would care if I took this girl upstairs - except for me. A voice in my head screams at me to go for it; she’s throwing herself at me, she’s smoking hot, and I’ve got to forget about Lexi. It doesn’t help that that part of my brain is - apparently - very closely connected to my cock. Another part of me points out that I should really be making this decision with my head, but it’s just not going to happen. 

We barely make it through the door of my room before her sweater is off and her mouth is on mine again. Man, this girl is not wasting any time… Hands slip under my sweater, and before I've even pulled it over my head, her hands are already undoing my jeans. I really should be feeling differently about this. My hands are all over the most spectacular tits I've ever seen, and there's a hot girl trying to get into my pants - and succeeding… God, she works fast. Her hand wraps around my cock and for a few moments, I'm a happy man. Until I'm not. Fuck. 

"Too much to drink?" The answer is 'no', but a) I doubt she'll believe me and b) I don't think the real reason will score me any more points, and if I say no, she's going to ask… And then what am I going to say? ‘Sorry, you’re really hot, I’m just madly in love with my best friend’s sister’? Hardly seems like a good idea to me, so I decide to just shrug. Fuck if I know what to do, it's not like I have a reaction prepared for when my dick refuses service! This has never happened before. Alright, that’s not completely true, but it’s never happened before when it actually mattered.

"Too bad," Vivienne says as she puts her clothes back on, and I do the same. I knew there was nothing between us, but it hurts nonetheless to see her leave like this. My mind wanders to Lex. It never would have happened with her, I'm sure, but if it had… what would she have done? Not this.  

I shove the thought of holding her in my arms down resolutely and turn to Viv. 

"Any chance we can keep this between us?" I’m walking the line between indifferent and absolutely mortified. I honestly didn’t even know that line existed, because those two emotions don’t really feel like they’re immediately adjacent, but here we are. 

"I'm not gonna tell. This isn't exactly great for me, either." And just like that, she's gone. 

I finish getting dressed and lay on my bed until I hear noise in the hall. 

"Where is he?" I know that voice. That's Peter. "Mike, I swear, get the fuck out of my way." I can't let Mike take the heat for my mistakes, I have to get out there. My feet are heavy. I know what's going to happen, and it's not going to be good. For fuck's sake, how did I let it get to this?

"Peter, leave him alone." He's down in the hallway when I walk down the stairs, looking up at me. If looks could kill… 

"Marshall…" Mike doesn’t exactly look prepared to get out of the way, which might be a good thing. I hope to prevent this fight from taking place on the stairs, if at all possible. I’ll take a few punches, but I’d rather not break my neck.

"Mike, it's okay. He's after me, not looking for trouble. It's cool, back off." He lets me squeeze past him on the stairs, but he doesn't move. Dani is standing near the door to the kitchen, looking terrified. It's crowded in the hallway. August is there, although I don't see Ange anywhere right now. Geralt and Sol are right behind Dani. Great. An audience.

As soon as I set foot on the ground floor, I take a punch to the face. Both Mike and August look ready to lunge at Peter.

"Guys," I'm not much of a masochist, but I can't say I didn't deserve that. 

"No, sorry," August says, "what the hell is he doing?" 

"I shagged his sister," I say before a second fist hits me square in the nose. God, I hate the way it sounds when it breaks. The guys don't seem convinced to back off just yet, and I'm fairly sure the blood streaming down my face isn't helping.

"If you think that's what this is about, think again, you fucking bastard!" 

"Hold on." I don't know why I'm opening my mouth, honestly. "You're not mad I slept with Lex?" 

The door to my right opens. 

"Nothing going on here, Leon, just get back inside." There's blood all over my face, so this can't be very believable. He does take my advice, though, which I'm glad about. I don't need the guys to gang up on Peter, especially since I had this coming.

"Listen, pal." He's pissed about something, but if it's not me sleeping with Lexi, then what? "You think you can get with my sister - which I'm not not pissed about, mind you - and take off with the next skank a week later?" 

"Nothing ha-"

"Save it. She saw you two take off together. The fuck else were you doing? You got a coin collection I don't know about that you wanted to show her?" He slams me against the wall. It doesn't hurt. Not more than my face, anyway. It's a shit excuse I'm using. Because I'm fairly sure I would have seen it through, if things had… y'know, cooperated. I can see the next punch coming. Might have to close my eyes for this one, because I just know it's gonna hurt like a bitch. Then his words actually register in my brain. She saw me take off with Vivienne. That hits like a ton of bricks. It hurts me enough to bring me to tears, actually. 

"That's quite enough." Any voice that's this calm in a situation like this is usually Geralt's, but Geralt isn't a girl, and the owner of that voice very clearly is. Ange. "There's four guys in this hallway, ready to jump you. You punched him once for screwing your sister, and once for hurting her. Enough." Lo and behold; Peter actually backs off. Not that I wouldn't have, or anyone else in this house, for that matter. Anjelica can be truly terrifying. Especially because we can't exactly talk back to her; August would kill us. And she knows that.

"The whole family was rooting for you guys," Peter says as he lets go of my shoulders, "what the hell were you thinking?" It takes everything I have to stay on my feet, now that Peter isn’t practically holding me up anymore. I can hear the hurt in his voice, which forces more tears from my eyes. 

"The whole fa- What? You just said you weren't exactly thrilled that she and I…" I shake my head - carefully, because it hurts like hell - as if it’s going to clear anything about this up.

"Yeah, because you just did it to get laid.” Even though I know I deserve that - because I definitely believe why it looks that way - I can’t let it slide. Part of me feels that he should know me better after all these years, another part knows I can’t defend myself against this.

"I didn't, I-" Peter doesn’t let me finish my sentence.

"Can it, Marshall!" I do what he asks and shut up - like I probably should have done from the beginning. "There's no fixing this with me before you fix things with her." 

And in trying not to lose my best friend by staying away from the girl I love, I lost both. Happy fucking new year to me.

[i-love-yoi]

How will you spend Halloween and what kind of costumes did you have?

I know it’s early, but I really wanted to do it, and I’ll publish it in advance, otherwise I’ll forget to publish it on Halloween. Of course, Halloween is prohibited in my country, but in honor of October I decided to do it.

TW:GN!reader, romantic relationship, caroling, typical and stupid costumes, Halloween, fluff.

Sunny

•He wouldn’t need any costume for Halloween, he would have been accepted as one of their own—

•Although, I think he would not attach such great importance to this holiday.

•Or maybe he just wouldn’t show it?

•You know, he's not very emotional.

•Or maybe he would have even slept through it.

•Although, you are the only one who can drag him outside, even if he wants to drown a little more in his fantasy world, where everything is good and joyful.

•Honestly, he would still prefer to stay at home and spend time together without costumes, just giving some children candy that comes to you.

•In any case, you are home alone, since his mother was busy again and had her own personal plans, so she left you alone that night.

•I think, since it’s Halloween, you would definitely do something related to this theme, for example, watch horror films, eat candy, or, if you and Sunny agree, then walk down the street on Halloween night while most people were in different suits.

•Although, if it’s quite cold there, then he wouldn’t really want to go there.

•He would much rather sit under a warm blanket, cuddling with you, and watch anything, enjoying each other's company and watching what you both chose.

•But what about traditional Halloween costumes, if you can actually discuss it?

•I think costumes like: Zombie and skeleton or mummy and pharaoh would suit you.

•I think you already know who is who.

•Of course, Sunny we will have a zombie and a mummy, and you will be a skeleton and a pharaoh.

•At least Sunny really gets used to the role of some kind of zombie or mummy.

•Although he didn’t even think about getting used to this role, a certain drowsiness helps him in this.

•He doesn't really want to go door to door and ask people for candy.

•At a minimum, he feels uncomfortable talking to strangers, especially in large crowds.

•Well, what did you want? He did not leave the house for 4 whole years, spending almost most of the time in bed and in his dreams.

•You would mostly eat candy, he’s not that hungry, and he has a bunch of different candies at home, of course, if they haven’t expired—

Kel

•Oh, he loves Halloween.

•Basically, he loves any holiday.

•He is always so active and cheerful, especially on holidays.

•He will obviously want to go caroling with you.

•Also, I think he would obviously like the idea of trying out matching suits with you.

•Even if they were very stupid or strange.

•The most important thing is that you both like them, right?

•I think your couples costumes would be just humorous.

•Kel himself would mostly insist on this.

•Your paired costumes would be like those same dinosaurs from AliExpress—

•However, I think when you went door to door collecting candy, Kel was sometimes rejected as an adult.

•Although, in Faraway town, it seems to me that everyone has known each other for many years, especially everyone knows Kel.

•But what if you didn't want to go door to door asking for candy?

•Kel would be shocked.

•Like this? Isn't this the most fun part of Halloween!? Moreover, then sit and gorge yourself on these sweets!?

•But if you don't like it, Kel won't insist too much.

•Of course, he will be annoying, asking you to join in the caroling, but if your answer is still the same, he will just grumble at you all the way.

•However, he would definitely like you to at least walk with him in matching suits.

•Oh please...

•I assure you, even if not their house, Kel and Hero's room would definitely be decorated especially for Halloween, at least part of Kel would definitely be decorated.

•However, if you don't want to go out at all, then Kel will be confused.

•He will be happy to stay with you on Halloween, but he wants candy.

•That's why he will first go caroling candy, and then come running into your arms, holding a bag full of different candies.

•Now you can watch something while eating candy under the blankets all night.

Hero

•Well, he's quite old for this holiday, isn't he?

•Moreover, he has a lot of work, because medical school is a pretty hard thing, isn’t it?

•But he will still spend time with you, there is no need to be afraid about that.

•He loves you, especially since sometimes you need to give yourself a day off so as not to develop any ailments or problems with your nerves.

•Of course, he’s unlikely to go caroling; after all, he’s already 19 years old.

•However, if you are still of an age when you can carol, then he simply walks around with you, watching this process, and saying hello to someone from the people.

•Almost everyone knows him in Faraway town, he helped almost everyone there.

•But what about couples suits?

•I think he wouldn't mind obviously.

•I would even consider it cute.

•The costumes with them would be terribly stupid and cute, although he would give free rein to you to choose the costumes.

•He always adapts to people so that they feel comfortable, sometimes forgetting about himself.

•If he chose any costumes, it would be something like romantic heroes from fairy tales and books, for example, a prince and a princess, who is who you yourself understand.

•He will be happy to walk with you around the town at night, wearing a suit.

•The only main thing is that it is not a spider costume, especially a very realistic one—

•I don't think he would decorate his dorm room for Halloween, I think he just doesn't see the point.

•This holiday is only for one day, why waste so much?

•However, he will be happy to help you if you suddenly want to decorate your house/room in honor of Halloween.

•His room is his decision, your room/house is your decision.

•He would like to spend time alone with you, cuddling, talking, watching something, if you want, of course, and just spending time with you.

•If you absolutely need sweets, then trust me, he will find them and bring them.

•He can also cook some delicious food if he has not yet forgotten how to cook and the skills remain.

•He will watch any movie with you, no matter what genre, most importantly without spiders—

•Although, I think, no matter how brave he seems and, to some extent, emotionless in the films, he actually restrains his emotions and feelings, as always.

•Although, if he really can, he will open up to you and be able to freely show his feelings and emotions, without fear of what might accidentally harm you.

•If it’s a horror movie, then he may flinch sometimes, and at times, if it’s pure horror, then he may scream a little and hug you tighter to him.

•If it’s a comedy, you’ll giggle a little; if it’s a drama or melodrama, you’ll even shed a tear.

•He is a rather emotional boy, but after the incident with Kel, he tries to restrain his emotions, afraid of harming others.

•But if your relationship is very trusting and strong, then you will get your emotional boy, who will sometimes talk to you, but not always.

•In the end, he doesn’t want to bother you, and he also doesn’t want you to bear his own burden, no, he doesn’t want that.

Aubrey

•She’s obviously going caroling, and so are you, no questions asked.

•She would be happy to wear a suit with you, but she has no money because of her mother, who drinks everything on drink.

•She won’t even decorate the house because of her mother.

•Her mother would consider it stupid and reckless, and generally a waste of money.

•She wears her own Halloween costumes either those that are already several years old, or those that she puts together from scrap materials.

•Therefore, if you want to wear two-piece suits, you will have to buy them.

•She may feel silly wearing some cute or humorous costumes, but will also be happy that you have matching costumes.

•I think your couple costumes would be a witch and a witch's black cat.

•For her, this is a great sign of love, especially knowing that she doesn’t have much money.

•She’s obviously going to carol for candy.

•And he always tries to get as much candy as possible, at least for your sake.

•But she won’t take away anyone’s candy, no, no.

•This is not fair, everyone must earn their share by any means.

•She'll also be happy to stroll around with you in these matching outfits.

•Even if Halloween seemed like a children's holiday to her, she would still celebrate it.

•At least remembering her childhood, when she happily ran around with Sunny, Kel, Basil, Hero and Mari, and her parents were still together and everyone was happy.

•Well, everyone also want free candy, right?

•If you want to celebrate Halloween only in private, just you and her, then celebrate only in your house, I think you understand why she doesn’t want to celebrate Halloween in her house, right?

•But if you also have problems with your parents, because of which you cannot celebrate Halloween with her, you will simply walk through the streets arm in arm, laughing, communicating, sharing different feelings, memories, situations, and just fooling around.

•She trusts you.

Basil

•It would be a little awkward for him to go and carol from house to house.

•To him it would look like begging

•But he would be glad to go with you.

•Although, he would also be embarrassed to communicate with people from houses, asking them for candy.

•I think you should already speak for him, he is too worried about this.

•He has such anxiety that what if he pisses off these residents of the houses, what if they hate him.

•Feelings of guilt and anxiety almost completely consumed him.

•If your costumes were paired, then these costumes would be the devil and the angel.

•You decide who is where.

•He wouldn’t mind going for a walk, but the anxiety is right there.

•What if anyone attack you? Or what else!? You never know what can happen, especially on a dark night.

•Moreover, Polly would be very worried.

•But he would be happy to spend time alone with you.

•He doesn't mind you staying at his place.

•Grandma would have slept with him anyway, but Polly is just glad that Basil has such a wonderful partner.

•If you were at his house, he would tell you about his plants, what he was able to grow, and you could also look at the photo album.

•This may make you feel sad.

•Also, when he would talk about his plants or something of his own, he would ask if he was tired of his boring stories about plants.

•Anxiety plays in him again.

•He would be happy to watch movies with you.

•Just don’t choose very scary ones, he’s already all traumatized here.

•He would ask Polly to prepare some sweets, cookies for example.

•He himself doesn’t know how to bake, but Polly can.

•It’s unlikely that he would decorate the room in honor of Halloween.

•He wouldn't really want to celebrate it.

•But if you insisted, he would simply break down and give in to you.

•He doesn’t want to argue with you for a long time.

•He doesn't want to lose you.

[a-cacophony-of-silent-words]

Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Tim goes back in time to avert the end of the universe, but things quickly go awry and he’s left with an important decision to make: Carry through with the plan as he originally intended; Or make a risky play to change things for the better. Argothia’s Notes: Technically, still Wednesday!

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At home, months and months removed from the last time he’d been forced to dress in his best suit and practice his most plastic smile, Jason had jumped at the chance to go to this glorified shindig. It was a chance, he’d thought, foolishly, to gather information for his active cases. Tragically, Jason had forgotten how much he truly, deeply, viscerally hates galas. As he looks around the vast brightly lit room at all the rich people milling about. Conversing. Schmoozing. He remembers extremely quickly.

Trying to look for someone resembling Alvin is the worst kind of balancing act. He does his best, but he’s trying not to get caught staring too intensely at anyone in particular and not a lot of these people are really willing to stop to talk to him. Those that do actually take the time to give him the time of day are almost always too busy trying to suck up to Bruce by being nice to the ‘street trash’ that it’s near to impossible to talk any information about the charities the hackers might’ve hit out of them. It’s frustrating.

Maybe the only saving grace of the whole damn thing is that Bruce hasn’t been able to hover like a protective, mother hen. He doesn’t have the time. Galas are all about making potential connections and positive publicity after all. It’s all very important for maintaining good relations and helping communities. Jason knows that.

Doesn’t make them any less awful though.

Jason has largely given up trying to get any actual work done and decides to pick over his plate of food. None of which is anywhere near as good as Alfred could make. Still it’s food so he’s only kinda complaining. Out of the corner of his eye he’s been watching Bruce, waiting for him to get out of conversation with the Van Smiths. The conversation is winding down now, Mrs Van Smith has been distracted by Mrs Rutherford and Mr Van Smith is running out of things to discuss with Bruce. For his part Bruce is doing a masterful job of maneuvering so that he’s almost got Mr Van Smith chatting away with Mr Spencer. Soon enough Van Smith and Spencer wander off and Bruce looks relieved. Jason downs the last of his food and makes his way over.

Bruce can almost definitely tell what’s coming already, the amusement is clear in the way he raises an eyebrow as Jason steps up beside him. Jason doesn’t falter, he just takes a deep breath and lets out the most dramatic sigh he can manage while staying restrained enough for public spaces.

“Don’t tell me you’re bored already, tiger?” Bruce asks, with a quiet chuckle.

Jason gives him his best scowl. “Already? We’ve been here for hours!”

“It’s only been about forty minutes, Jay.” Bruce corrects, fondly. “You didn’t have to come, you know? You’re the one who insisted.”

Oh sure. “Only for the chance to get out of the house, since it’s not like you’re gonna let me out any other way for the rest of my natural life.”

Bruce frowns. “We’re not discussing that right now.”

“You’re not stopping Babs, I noticed.”

“Barbara is a grown woman. She can do as she pleases.” He answers with a firmness that says this argument is over. Great.

Crossing his arms and turning a glare on the floor, Jason grumbles, “Awesome. Perfect. So all I gotta do is wait until I’m eighteen to finally do fuck all. Until then, I guess, I’ll just languish in my room like Rapunzel in her stupid tower.”

There’s a short silence, then Bruce sighs and there’s something about it that makes Jason look up just in time to catch the briefest flicker of guilt pass across his face. Bruce meets his gaze and with some hesitance, he says, “You know… the gala might be more tolerable for you if you found someone your own age to talk to.”

“…If they were fun, yeah?” What’s he up to?

“Well, I can’t promise anything, but I think the Drakes brought their son. He’s a few years younger than you, but you might get along. Never know until you try, right?”

The Drakes? Wait… isn’t that--. Jason steps just a bit closer to Bruce and lowers his voice. “Isn’t there something going on at Drake Industries that a certain someone is very interested in?”

“Might be.”

Jason narrows his eyes slightly. “Am I getting permission to do a little solo investigating out of pity?”

“Possibly.” Bruce glances away briefly.

“I’ll take it.” He barely contains the urge to bounce on his heels. “What’d you need me to ask?”

Bruce smiles at a passerby before answering, “I doubt Timothy will know too much, he’s only thirteen, but if you can get him to tell you anything about Drake Industries’ CEO I’m sure a ‘certain someone’ would appreciate it.”

“On it, Boss.” Jason spins around to start his quest.

“Mind your manners!” Bruce calls after him.

He gives an awkward salute and just barely manages to avoid a collision with a server carrying a full tray of glasses, employing a little of that grace Dick’s been trying to teach him. Perfect success. No collisions happened today. Dick would be proud.

Alright, chances are a kid’s gonna be wherever his parents are. All the pictures of the Drakes on the Bat Computer are pretty old – they tend to stay out of the spotlight for the most part and Jason suspects Bruce doesn’t like Jack and Janet very much – so Jason’s not really sure what Tim’s gonna look like.

Jack is pretty easy to recognize, he’s gathered a bit of a crowd with whom he’s enthusiastically discussing the Gotham Knights’ recent win. Neither Janet nor Tim seem to be anywhere nearby. Jason goes back to looking.

It’s a little more difficult to locate Janet, she’s nowhere near as conspicuous, but eventually Jason does find her. A full hundred feet from her husband she’s happily chatting with Mr and Mrs Bennings about an art piece. No kids around here either. As he’s leaving he notices that Janet is watching him out of the corner of her eye. It gives him an odd feeling of déjà vu and he’s not quite sure why. Before he can figure it out, she seems to realize he’s caught her and immediately returns her full attention to her conversation. Weird.

Anyway back to the drawing board. Jason heads towards the middle of the room. He’s starting to hate moving through the crowded ballroom. He’s not as small as he once was and the finesse of his Robin training can only keep him from bumping in to so many people. Ducking around yet another pair of people who’re stood in the middle of a choke point jawing away, Jason finally makes it out to where he remembers seeing a gaggle of teens earlier in the night. They’re still there as expected, but most of them are Jason’s age or older and none of them look anything like Jack or Janet. For fuck’s sake.

Back to the search, Jason checks every place he can think of to find a rich kid, twice! Still no Tim Drake. Annoyed with the crowd and getting tired of walking Jason makes his way out to the very outskirts and scans the room over one last time. The kid’s not with either of his parents, he’s not with the other teens, he’s not even hiding under a table somewhere or something. Jason’s about ready to give up. Maybe Bruce was wron--.

Mother… FUCKER!

On the other side of the room, slotted neatly in one of the darkest corners between a large potted plant and the wall, well out of the way, and nearly invisible to anyone that isn’t Robin, is a kid. He’s got enough of Jack and Janet’s features that it’s almost definitely Tim. Weird ass place for the Drake’s kid to be considering it’s their stupid ass party, but, hell, who’s Jason to judge?

Is what he would think if, as he gets close enough to get a good look at the kid, he didn’t start feeling like something’s off. He seems a little patchwork honestly. His hair’s all neat and combed back meticulously, but the cut suggests it isn’t usually quite so put together. His suit jacket and pants are too big but the dress shirt is just ever so slightly too small. The wristwatch he’s absently playing with in one hand is custom made and extremely expensive, but way too big for his wrist, Jason’s willing to bet it was actually made for Jack. The cellphone in the kid’s other hand is worth more than some entire buildings in the East End, but the heavy duty case on it suggests he’s both responsible enough to not want it broken and clumsy enough that that’s an issue. All the sticker of an obscure Warlocks and Warriors symbol on the phone case tells Jason is the kid’s a closet nerd. Not the biggest detail but still pretty significant.

There’s something weirdly familiar about him too, just like with Janet, but Jason doesn’t really have time to examine that more deeply right now. He approaches the kid completely unnoticed of course, he’s feeling proud of his stealth skill right up until he’s leaning against the wall around four feet away watching the kid tap away at something on his phone. Kid’s got tunnel vision, gonna log that away for future reference.

Jason clears his throat. “So--”

The kid jumps – like physically leaves the ground by a couple inches – and his phone goes flying out of his hand. Luckily for him, Jason’s got good reflexes and catches it before it can go soaring off into the crowd. Unluckily for him, Jason can’t stop himself from laughing at that reaction. “Dang, kid, you’re jumpier than a cat!”

“What!? I-I mean, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you, um–” And then the kid actually looks at Jason and goes completely still. Staring like he just realized who he’s talking to and like that means something to him.

Jason just kinda lets him for a bit. The look reminds him a bit of Janet earlier, in that he’s can’t really get a firm read on what the kid thinks of him from it. However where Janet was stoic, Tim looks a bit caught between some kind of awe and a completely other kind of terror. Kinda makes Jason feel powerful. Enough of that though. He holds out the kid’s phone and kinda gestures with it. “You want this back or what?”

Tim snaps out of whatever trance he was stuck in and takes the phone like a small woodland animal tentatively accepting an offer of food. “Y-yes, um, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me.”

“Why’s that?” Jason shoves his hands in his pockets and leans his shoulder against the wall. Trying to look relaxed and not like he’s trapping the kid.

Tim shrugs. “People just… don’t usually notice me.”

“Oh yeah?” Understatement. “I believe it. I mean I only noticed you because I was wandering about. What’s got you hiding out here anyway?”

With a small, kinda nervous smile Tim puts his phone away and pulls the watch onto his wrist where it hangs far too loosely. “People keep running into me when I try to stay in the middle of crowds, so I thought I’d just stay out of the way altogether.”

“Ah, makes sense.” All at once Jason remember those manners Bruce told him not to forget and offers his hand for Tim to shake. “I’m Jason Todd, by the way. Nice to meet ya.”

“The pleasures mine!” They shake hands like two good rich brats. Kid’s got a surprisingly strong handshake for such a little guy and it probably says something that he didn’t even hesitate to shake Jason’s hand. Eases a few fears Jason had anyway. “I’m Tim Drake.”

Jason fakes his best surprised look. “You know, I thought you looked familiar! You’re Jack Drake’s kid, right?”

“Yeah…” Tim shifts his weight ever so slightly, in a way that Jason thinks seems a little uncomfortable.

“That’s cool,” Jason says, disguising a step back as just readjusting his position. Trying to make sure it’s not him that’s making the kid so nervous. “Your dad organized this whole thing for his, uh, archaeology society’s fund, was it?”

“Yeah…”

Jason affects a thoughtful frown and asks, “But… wasn’t there another one like last month or something? I thought for sure you’d wanna put space between these things?”

“Uh, yes, well,” Tim grimaces, slightly. “Dad’s really hoping to fund a dig in Egypt after he and mom get back from their vacation in the Caribbean. And the fund’s a little low… especially since the whole Moneyspider thing.”

Jason almost misses that last part, it’s muttered so low, like Tim doesn’t even realize he said it. “The Money-what?”

“What? Oh, uh…” Tim cringes like he’s just said something he definitely shouldn’t have. Oh boy. He freezes right up and seems extremely convicted for a moment. Then, just as Jason’s about to prompt him again, he suddenly brightens. “You know, that hacker that’s been stealing from charities lately? Haven’t you heard about that?”

Oh. Oh fuck! Goddamn, Jason goes in looking for information for Bruce’s case and immediately gets a hook for his own instead. Quickly putting on a confused expression, Jason gives a slow shake of his head like he’s thinking it over real carefully. “I don’t think… wait, maybe? Bruce said something about somebody trying to get into the Martha Wayne Foundation thing… he said they didn’t get anything though.”

“Lucky thing the Wayne foundations have such good security. That hacker completely wiped out the Van Smith’s Care for the Elderly charity in the course of a night! And like I said Dad’s archaeology society’s funds got hit pretty hard too.” Tim lowers his voice a bit and continues with a more conspiratorial tone, “Dad hired a professional to check out the system afterwards and he managed to find out that the money got transferred to an account in Switzerland but after that he couldn’t find out where it went. He said it was probably transferred all over the world and we might never know where it ended up.”

“No kidding?” Jason gives a low impressed whistle.

Tim nods. “He also found a message the hacker left behind, all it said was ‘The Moneyspider wins again!’. That’s all we know right now, but the ‘Moneyspider’ hasn’t tried for the archaeology fund since.”

“That sounds fascinating!” Jason begins, carefully. He’s convinced now, this kid is way more than he seems and he doesn’t want to scare him off if he has more information on the ‘Moneyspider’ case. “You really know a lot about it, huh?”

Sheepishly, Tim smiles and kinda shrinks back a little. “Uh, well, you see… my dad was ranting about it a lot and I picked up a few things I guess.”

Yeah, Jason’ll believe that when the Brooklyn Bridge has a price tag. He needs a plan to work more information out of this kid. If this brat is one of the hackers from the other night then--

“Timmy! Timmy, there you are!” A very, very drunk woman stumbles out of the crowd, almost losing one of her kitten heels as she staggers over towards them.

“Wha—” Tim looks completely baffled as the woman practically falls on top of him. “A-Aunt Edna!”

The woman is blonde, her long hair falling loose about her face and shoulders, her makeup’s so thick it’s almost hard to make out the actual shape of her face. She’s wearing an ungodly amount of jewelry which hardly seems to go with her very tasteful, black velvet dress. Her voice is just a pitch or two this side of whiny as she says, “Timmy, your mom says it’s time to start heading home.”

“I can see why,” Tim mutters, exasperated but clearly still fond.

Edna ruffles Tim’s hair, then finally seems to notice Jason. “Oh hiiii! Are you… Timmy, is this a friend? Timmy has friends?!”

“I-I have plenty of friends!” Tim squawks in protest, he’s blushing furiously now.

In an attempt to spare Tim more embarrassed flailing, Jason offers, “I’m Jason Todd, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ma’am.”

“Charmed, ‘m sure.” She gives him what probably wants to be a firm handshake, then immediately turns her attention back to Tim. “I don’t wanna interrupt your conversation but… I think Janet’s waiting on us?”

“Oh… probably… I guess her and dad do have an early flight tomorrow… and I do have school.” Tim casts an apologetic look at Jason. “I, uh…”

Damn, Jason really wanted to see what else he could learn, but there’s nothing for it. He just shrugs and says, “That’s alright, it is getting pretty late, I should probably go find Bruce. Have a good night and get home safe!”

“You too!” Tim moves to support Edna a bit better and then with some tentative hope in his voice, he says, “Maybe we’ll get to talk again sometimes soon?”

Definitely. “I’ll look forward to it!”

Tim smiles, brightly, and with a quick good-bye, he and Edna disappear into the crowd.

Mulling over the conversation as he sets out to find Bruce, Jason’s disappointed he learned so little from it. The information on the Moneyspider character could be useful and Bruce might like to know that the Drakes are going out of town in the morning. Still Jason feels like that kid at least has connections to one of the hackers. There’s something else too, nagging at the back of Jason’s mind that he hasn’t had time to really ruminate on yet.

Something about the kid’s voice, his… accent…

Jason stops dead in his tracks. God, he feels like kicking himself straight off one of the landings in the Bat Cave. Why the hell hadn’t he noticed it sooner!? He was so focused on looking for Drake traits he’d entirely missed it! The look Janet gave him, the features he’d noticed in Tim, the accent.

It’s Alvin! It’s all Alvin! Alvin’s related to the fucking Drakes!

Fuck!

[nowoyas]

Edible Arrangements 32

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A/N: this isn't late it's still sunday don't look at me I was debating whether or not to put a baby in the cake I'm baking don't LOOK at me

short chapter today, but unrelated oneshot coming next weekend! I ended up wanting to polish it before posting.

Chapter Summary: Life isn't just the romance genre.

Warnings: mild angst, murder talk, serial killer talk

Word count: ~2400

“P-pardon if this is a weird question, Detective, but do you have some kind of truth-detection quirk, by chance?”

Damn. Izuku’s gone in for the kill. You sit nervously on the far armchair, still cradling Sbeve to keep him from flinging anyone’s drinks or any mischief of the sort. He’s content to stay there, which is a blessing in itself.

The detective raises his eyebrows. “I do, as a matter of fact. How did you…”

He’s telling the truth.

Fucking hell, he’s telling the truth.

You’re suddenly tense as all hell, wondering how best to approach any word that might leave your mouth. You’ve done nothing wrong, to your knowledge it’s not like you murdered the girl, and you’re tense all the same.

Does everyone feel like this around you all of the time?

“O-oh, I just know someone with a similar quirk! You both do the same thing where you just kind of visibly accept stuff people say without worrying too much about it. I know I can be hard to believe sometimes because I have a bit of a nervous stutter, so it’s actually reassuring to know that you don’t think I’m lying!”

Well, Izuku sure feels the pressure.

“Especially about the tenancy thing,” you add with a sigh. “I agreed to rent the room from him before either of us realized he was a professor at my school. You would not believe the shit my best friend gives me about it.”

Detective Normal laughs. “Well, I believe it, if it’s any consolation. I’ll admit it looked a bit strange to me, all things considered. I’m Detective Tsukauchi, [name], in case you missed it, and this is my partner Sansa. I’ve just got a few questions for the two of you, if you’re willing to answer them.”

You nod, thumbing at Sbeve’s ears to soothe your nerves. “Yes, of course! You’re, um… You’re here about Momo, right…?”

He nods. “I’m afraid so. But let’s not worry about jumping into that right away—are you an Ossenfelder student, Mx. [name]?”

You nod. You can’t help but run your brain over exact activation requirements for his quirk. His partner is keeping quiet—does it only work on questions he directly asks, perhaps?

He hums. You’re watching his face carefully—his eyes narrow just slightly.

You have to be speaking, then, you’re guessing. Verbal responses are necessary.

“What’s your major, then?”

“Quirk studies and theory,” you parrot automatically. “I wanted to go for something more practical at first, like business, but, well, you know. I just didn’t like it.”

There. The subtlest wince. How you’ll know he senses your lie.

“I have to admit, I do believe that the pair of you are just roommates, but it is interesting that you and Dr. Midoriya are living together and he teaches courses in your major.”

You blink slowly. Tilt your head.

“…he does?”

“Sometimes!” Izuku pipes up. “Mostly senior-level stuff. They kind of have me fill in wherever there’s gaps. I was going to bring it up if I actually ended up teaching another Quirk Theory course while you were still living with me, since it’d be really questionable if you ended up in my class.”

(Tsukauchi writes something down.)

“Well, that answers a few questions,” he jokes. “How did you end up living together?”

You sigh, long and tired. “I was desperate. Got fired, got evicted, wasn’t getting work, tuition payments were getting ever closer. Had a very public panic attack in a bookstore cafe, and Izuku ended up comforting me and offering to let me rent a room from him. We didn’t figure out until my boxes were already in his driveway that he taught at Ossenfelder and I went there, but I really haven’t had any better options in the meantime, and we make great roommates, so I haven’t been looking. Rent’s basically nothing, and I earn it back by keeping the place clean and making Izuku’s house not feel so completely empty.”

He nods. He doesn’t ask where you get the money to pay him with, which is fantastic, because you’re not sure “blood money” would go over well with the pretense of a joke being thrown out the window. “I see. So, less about you, and more about what brought us here today: Did you know Momo Yaoyorozu?”

You go carefully, silently still.

You knew, of course, that they would ask. That's why they came here to begin with, it would be stupid to assume that they wouldn't, but the directness, the frankness of it has you feeling hollow all over again.

And it's stupid! Because you didn't know her well enough for this! But this is what's happening all the same, and so you sigh and snuggle Sbeve a little bit before you answer. "Um, yeah. I did. But not all that well. We had a class together last spring, kind of. Or, uh, she TA'd one of my classes. We weren't particularly close, but she was really understanding about my, uh, ongoing mental health issues. I'm... guessing that if you guys are going around asking questions about her, then it wasn't, like, a car wreck that did it."

The cat man, Sansa, grimaces. "Not exactly, no. But we aren't really at liberty to discuss details."

"But—" You suck in a deep breath through your teeth. You think you know how to do this.

Izuku is watching you with mild alarm as you appear to deliberate your next words, when really, you're realizing something.

This is familiar.

It slips, just a little bit, against your brain, one of those things that must not be important, but—

"Please. I just, two years ago on campus I was attacked? By a girl posing as my roommate? And I don't, I don't think they ever caught her, just identified her as a serial killer, and then I never heard anything back?" The tears come unbidden.

Crying on command. Fucking score.

"I just... if she was killed by the same person, because that girl got away because I didn't notice I was living with a serial killer for months, I don't—I don't—"

Tsukauchi shares a look with Sansa. Tsukauchi nods.

Additional score for a near-death experience being used as fuel to pry information out of the cops.

"I actually remember your case," Tsukauchi says. "I didn't recognize you at first, I apologize. Have you been well?"

A short, wet laugh. "I live with a rich college professor who took me in entirely out of pity for me because my entire life has just continued falling apart ever since everything happened with her, and now a girl I know—fuck, knew—"

The pity between them. Izuku, nearly vibrating in his seat with his usual distress at seeing you upset.

You wipe away a tear. “Sorry, sorry. I just… please. I need to know that it’s not… not her.”

Tsukauchi’s lips are pursed tight. You know nothing you said was a lie, so you’re sure he’s thinking, thinking how much to tell you.

“We don’t know enough to say whether or not it’s a related incident yet,” he says finally, the faintest glow to his skin. They have something. “What I can tell you is that several of the circumstances are similar.”

You perform your best recoil. “Y-you think it could be—“

“There’s a possibility. Miss Yaoyorozu was found with stab wounds and strange marks on her body. But listen, that’s all we can tell you, okay? If you see her, or notice anything strange, give us a call.” He slides a card towards you—his number, most likely. Contact information, in case you run into her.

You’re aware of that.

But this has suddenly become very, unbearably, real.

You set Sbeve aside, shivering at the thought of it all. “I, um… I-I need to go, if that’s okay. I don’t think that I can—that I can continue this conversation anymore.”

He considers it, then nods. “Will you be alright, left alone?”

“I’ll be alright long enough.”

It’s not a lie, and so he doesn’t raise any protest. You steal one last look at Izuku before retreating up the stairs, away from the conversation.

When, at last, you’re behind a closed door, you don’t know whether to smile or cry.

You think you might do both.

~

A knock at the door. It sends vibrations against your head, gentle, where you’ve sat with your back against the door since you closed it.

“[name]?”

Izuku.

You take a shaky breath, crawl away from the door far enough that he can’t hit you when he opens it.

“Are you okay?”

You’re not. You’re exhausted. He has to know that. How, you don’t know, but he has to.

“I’m going to open the door, okay?”

You don’t move. You’re sure the image of you is unflattering when he does open the door, and he jolts and nearly leaps back when he sees you, numbly sitting there, back facing the door because you couldn’t be assed to turn around.

It takes less than half a moment for him to recover, and then he’s sitting on the floor beside you, thigh pressed up against your own. “I see you are not okay,” he says gently. “The police left, so if you need to… I don’t know, break or anything like that, feel free.”

“I was just saying true bullshit to get him to talk,” you mumble, leaning your full body weight against his side. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear him say that it had nothing to do with her.”

An arm winds around you as your first tears finally fall. You shrug it off, lay on the floor so instead you’re resting your head on his lap. “I’m not okay,” you say at last. “You’ve been scaring me and she’s dead and that serial killer might be back around or else it might be the one you’re hunting and I still haven’t healed from the last fucked up shit I had to go through and—“

He shushes you gently, a hand coming to comb through your hair. “I never meant to scare you.”

“You’ve done nothing but work on finding that man for two months now. If I wasn’t fairly sure you couldn’t die, I’d be terrified.”

“You know why this is important to me.”

“I do,” you whisper. “But… What are you going to do when he’s gone?”

He smiles. It's weak, doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm not sure that you want the answer to that."

"Izuku. What are you going to do?"

Silence. "You know, we as real people don't know much about actual vampires? They're a relatively new phenomenon, at least where definitive research is concerned, rather than just as a figure in popular culture. We really know almost nothing except the basis—vampires can be created, they drink blood, and they're basically undead and have to be killed specific ways. We don’t even know whether this counts as a quirk or something else entirely."

"Izuku."

"I'm—I'm going somewhere with this. Trust me.”

He really is, so you purse your lips and feel his hold on you tighten. "I've done a lot of scouring. Trying to find whatever shreds of truth I could to understand what the hell I had become. But the thing is just that—we don't know. In some interpretations, once you're a vampire, you're a vampire forever unless some intrepid hunter manages to kill you. In others..." He sighs. Suddenly, his arm around you doesn't feel comforting anymore. The more he speaks, the more the warmth in you curdles. "In other interpretations, lines of vampires can be taken out by destroying the original. If you kill a sire, all of his offspring will die with it. In a lot of them, that's true, actually. Basically most of them outside of the—the romance genre. So really, it’s impossible to tell whether—“

“What are you saying?” The words come out cold.

“I don’t think we’re living in the romance genre, [name].”

You can’t help the way you recoil. “You’re saying that by hunting him, you might…”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to destroy that man.”

“Izuku, that’s—“ The anxiety rushes your veins, leaving your hands numb as you jerk away. to look at him. To search for any hint of a lie.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and the wild rage rears up in you in response.

Because there’s the lie.

“Y-you know you can’t—“

“I know,” he says, defeated. “I can’t lie to you.” A pause. “M-maybe we shouldn’t have this conversation—“

“No. Izuku, you need to—“

“[name]. This isn’t about—it has nothing to do with you. I have been living entirely to see him again, to destroy him for what he’s done, what he continues to do. Longer than you’ve been alive I have been living to kill him. I’m sorry it upsets you. I-I am! I never want to do anything that would put you in distress. But you have to understand that nothing you could say to me is going to stop me from this. He killed my parents. He killed my mom, right in front of me, just for having been there. I've had to slip into the background to watch everyone I had ever known either die or grow unrecognizable, while I stay here, alone, stagnant! I'm not just going to give up on stopping him, on getting m-my—"

"If you really think you're alone, then I have to ask what we're doing here."

He freezes, eyes wide, a veritable deer in headlights. "Y-you know I didn't mean—"

"No. No, you were right. I think... I'm going to go to bed. You go... grade papers, or hack police databases, or whatever it is you've been doing to destroy yourself instead of sleeping."

You stand, brush past him.

"Where are you going?" he asks weakly.

"I left my phone downstairs."

When you come back up, your recording stopped at last, he's gone. Your room is empty. The light is on in his fucking hidden office.

For the first night in ages, you sleep in your own bed. If the pillow is stained with tears when you wake up, that's between you and Sbeve.

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