#sorry cam I forgot to add you until after

[puckspoetry]

And yes I included Chris and Ginny they were in the final cave scene so they’re dead poets now.

[aangelinakii]

aj!!! certified jason todd LOVER is back!!! basically my one of my fav tropes is miscommunication eek 🫣🫣🫣 so i’ve been thinking about civilian friend! reader hanging out with oracle one night but nobody knows and listening in to comms and babs steps out for a sec to pee or smth and that’s when dick asks jason if he’s thinks you’re PRETTY or smth and jason vehemently DENIES it bc he’s pissed or bc of boundaries or smth 😭😭😭 and you’re so shocked u stay silent and leave and text babs that smth came up 🥶🥶🥶 and you distance yourself from your CRUSH bc that really HURT and after a while jason figures it out and tries to win u back or smth 😩😩😩

POOR CONNECTION.

— who's gonna own up to the truth?

summary : a friend of barbara's, you've always had a little thing for one of her family members — jason todd. and you're pretty sure he shared the same sentiment, or at least a similar one, what, with the way he smiles at you when he thinks you're not looking. tonight, you get your answer.

note : ANONNNNN YOU ALWAYS COME THRUUUUUU GIRL KEEZZP COMING TRHUUU anf also i didn't read the last bit of your ask until right when i finished writing 😭😭😭 so sorry i forgot to add that xx

"—and they didn't know when to stop," barbara, your good friend, laughed, finalising the story she'd been telling you about a time her comms were malfunctioning and tim and dick were attempting a good-cop-bad-cop routine, but barb had realised they were interrogating the wrong people.

"oh, god," you chuckled from the seat beside her, still dazzled by the set-up she had at her desk. "so oracle's not always perfect, huh?"

at this, barb gave a comical grimace, and pushed softly against the table, her wheels backing away from the desk. "just between us two." and she offered a wink.

she reached out to pluck her batgirl-merchandised mug from the desk, her hand hovering over yours — a green lantern one. "i'm gonna top up. you want?"

you tugged your eyes away from the various screens ahead of you, each one focused on a different surveillance camera angle. in the top corner, you could make out a blue and black figure somersaulting through the air on a rooftop, and their slightly less limber companion in red. your gaze fell to the remnants of coffee at the bottom of your mug, and you carefully placed it in barbara's hand.

"if you could," you hummed. "i have a feeling i'm not as used to late nights as you are."

and barbara gave a nod, placed both empty cups in her lap, and pushed herself away for a coffee top-up.

after a good few years of friendship, barbara had trusted you with her most top secret; her position as oracle. only a few months ago she had revealed to you her family's secret, after you were round for dinner and tim came home dressed as robin. it was the middle of june; no halloween or costume parties about.

tonight, however, was your first in the clock tower barbara spent her own in, eyes glued to various monitors, various cameras. some nights were more laidback, like tonight, and she could offer to remove her focus for longer period of time. other nights were more hands-on, fast-paced, shooting words into a microphone for the rest of the vigilantes and heroes to hear.

once the door had closed behind, you shuffled your chair into the middle of the desk, so the monitors were all front and centre.

using the mouse, you clicked on the top right surveillance cam, making the view of nightwing and red hood full-screen.

the view of their rooftop perch was more clear now, just almost out of view, but you could make out nightwing — dick grayson — holding himself up on his hands on the edge, slowly but surely shifting his entire weight to one palm, and the broadly musclar form of red hood — jason todd — sat on the edge beside him, legs stretched over, boots prepared for a fall.

ever since barbara had introduced you to her family — not her biological family, like the commissioner, whom she'd introduced you to already by this time, but more of a found family — you'd had a major jones for jason peter todd.

what was not to love? he was funny, handsome, would always give you some of his dinner when no one was looking, and had great biceps.

for you, it was like a crush at first sight, and one that had not wavered over the years.

and part of you thought that perhaps it wasn't entirely unrequited.

apparently he didn't share his food with anyone at dinner. apparently he didn't let guests get to see his room on the mansion tours. apparently he wasn't one to get into passionate conversations about his favourite books; not with any of wayne manor's residents, at least.

all evidence pointed to reciprocation.

your eyes moved down to barbara's — oracle's — desk. she owned a couple framed photos, one of her with her father, the commissioner, from her childhood, and a photograph from what seemed to be a party with cassandra and stephanie. a wonder woman mug was the home to various pens; a few byros, a few glitter gel pens, a couple sharpies. a blank-fronted leather journal lay open on the tabletop, pages and pages of surveillance cam addresses. and a headset, with a microphone attached.

tinny from the earmuffs, you could just about make out a couple voices. and so you lifted up the headset, and brought it to your ears.

first, there was a lot of grunting, and when you looked back up at the monitor, you could make out the black and blue jumping and flipping along the roof, and then there was a sigh.

"you're such a try-hard," jason's deep voice came from one of the headphones. his voice owned something different when he was speaking just to his brother, something more boyish, which was inevitable.

dick stuck his landing, extending both arms out like an olympic gymnast, and you could even make out the glint of his smile in the grainy camera distance. "you try it, then."

a beat passed. "no."

the surveillance cam did dick's dramatic movements justice, and he looked just as animated on screen as he was in real life. "that's why (name) doesn't like you," he chuckled, coming to a stop behind jason's back, hands on his hips.

immediately, without even looking, jason wound an arm back, clubbing dick in the shin, and, as you heard the smack in your ear, you watched dick stumble back. god, this was fun; barb must have a field day in this job.

"i knew it!" dick chimed, completely unbothered by the injury he'd now sustained. "you're into (name)! you like (name)!"

in your ear, jason grumbled, and on screen he pulled one of his guns from its holster and examined it in his lap. "i don't."

at his words, sulky, the corners of your mouth slackened slowly. oh.

that's all you could think as you stared up at the screen, heart sinking in your chest. just oh.

you should have known better. truly.

jason was just being nice, making you feel at home when he shared his food, when he included his room in the mansion tour, all the times he talked with you about his and your favourite books.

"stop lying, i see the way you look at them," dick responded, pacing behind his brother, but you weren't processing his words, just wallowing in your own shame.

and then, in a moment, jason scoffed and turned to glare at dick from behind his red mask. "i don't look at them in any way. just stop, you're.." his harsh tone fell soft as he turned back to thumb the sight of his handgun. "you're being annoying."

but dick only chuckled, enjoying jason's reaction.

on the monitor, he opened his mouth to speak, but you'd already removed the headset from your ears, placing it back on the desk where you'd found it.

yikes.

suddenly rather glum, you felt as though you would rather be anywhere but here; your bed was calling your name, as well as a few snacks — the healthy nature of them dubious.

slowly, you pulled your chair back from the desk, lump growing in your throat. maybe you should go.

and so you stood from the chair and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before turning to the door barbara had disappeared through.

just as you were about to pull it open, the lady herself appeared, door sliding open as she nursed the two warm cups.

"oh!" she squeaked, visibly surprised. "are you.. okay?" her eyes ran over your disheveled look, noting your bag and the tremble of your lips.

"yeah!" you answered much too quickly, and, although she didn't show it, you knew she was suspect. "i just don't think i can tough it as much as you can — the whole nocturnal thing."

and, hastily, you skirted around her seated form and began down to the exit.

nose creasing in suspicion, barbara wheeled herself back into her oracle office, noting how the monitor had focused in on the surveillance cam capturing jason and dick in the distance. you must've been talking to them, she assumed.

once she'd reached the desk, she placed both mugs aside, and fitted the headset atop her fiery locks. she pressed a button on the side of one of the earmuffs to unmute herself, and began to speak, trying to keep down her concern.

"did one of you say something?"

she watched how dick and jason straightened up, their absent-minded conversation of whatever coming to a close.

"uh– no? nothing bad," dick responded, glancing down at his brother, who shared his confusion, despite the mask. "why?"

"to (name), did you say anything?"

red hood flinched, but nightwing smiled and gave a chuckle. "i mean, we were talking about them, but nothing to them. why would we have said something to them?"

barbara's eyebrows knitted together. "they were staying with me for the night. are you sure you didn't say anything?"

even through the graininess, the fall of dick's smile could be made out, and he looked down at jason, as if piecing everything together.

"uh, well..." he began slowly. "we didn't realise they were listening, we were talking about 'em. jason — even though he does, so this is all his fault — said he didn't like them. i don't know. they must've heard, and i guess.. i don't know."

but he did know, and jason and barbara did, too.

a sigh sounded in barbara's headset, and she watched as jason's form deflated.

"fuuuck."

[reporterleroux]

could you please make an irl! ranboo x reader where reader comes up on his face-cam stream and just cuddles him?? and then like dream and tommy bully them (kindly) over it :)) she/her pronouns please

Thank you for the request anon! Here it is!

Characters: irl!ranboo x fem!reader, irl!tommy, irl!dream

Pronouns: she/her

A/N: sorry for no recent posts I've had school and stuff plus I've had no ideas on what to post but here's something for y'all :)

UPDATE AFTER POSTING:

I have been made aware that Ranboo is uncomfortable with x readers, I am trying to privately save any to find things that may possibly be uncomfortable for him in the future and avoid them, however I cannot do that with asks. I will put a read more below, please scroll if youre uncomfortable with this.

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"I'm gonna start a face-cam stream, is that alright?"

Ranboo asked as he stood in the doorway, putting on his glasses. You nodded as you stood up and walked towards where he was before being engulfed into a hug.

"Of course it's alright, there's no need to ask if it is. Have fun with it."

You replied. He gave you a smile before putting on his mask and making his way to his streaming room. You made your way back to your spot where you were sitting before and turned on the TV. You were scrolling through the channels until you eventually heard the very similar sound of him checking up on his chat. It made you smile, how much he cared for the chat. You understood there were many people out there that are actually living off his streams. The thought filled your head as you continued scrolling through the TV channels, before settling one that had your favourite show on.

You were snacking on food from the kitchen, now binging through Netflix over 2 hours after Ranboo started his stream.

"Holy shit, how does he stream for that long?"

You questioned to yourself, low-key missing him even though he was only upstairs. It wasn't long after that the episode finished, and you decided to get up and go into Ranboo's stream room. You didn't say a thing as you opened the door, you just walked over to his seat and cuddled into him on his lap. Just one thing. He was doing a face-cam stream. Oops. You were told, yes but completely forgot. Little did you know, as you were getting comfortable, Tommy and Dream were spamming questions through his headset and into his ears. He quickly turned off his camera for your privacy, but Tommy and Dream had already seen. They had the stream open the entire time. Tommy was screaming things like "Is that a woman??" and "LOL SIMP MOVE." whereas Dream was being a bit more polite and asking things like "Is that your s/o?" and "Does she also play Minecraft?" There was alot of awkward laughs coming from his end, and alot of questions from the other. You had your eyes closed, but could still hear the answers, managing to try and work out the questions from them.

Eventually Ranboo got sick of them both. All he said was "Alright bye." Before immediately leaving the call and ending the stream abruptly.

"You alright?"

He asked you, taking off his mask and glasses looking at you curled up in his lap.

"Yeah, I just missed you."

He laughed at your reply. You lifted your head up and looked at him as if to say "What?"

"I've only been gone just over 2 hours. Guess you are a bit needy?"

You pulled a shocked look onto your face.

"I'm not needy! You just stream for a long time!"

He laughed a bit more before bringing you closer to him. He started swaying side to side in his chair as you both talked.

"Tommy called me a simp thanks to you."

You laughed at the random comment.

"But it's ok, I just said 'im not a simp, she's just clingy.'"

You rolled your eyes before muttering "still a simp to lemme stay though." and denied any fact of you saying so.

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A/N: sorry this is short anon! I thought it would be longer but I'm not actually sure what else to add, so it's better to leave it here rather than drag it out to the fact it's uninteresting lol

[ace-of-pythons]

A bunch of marvel headcanons for your entertainment

Some of these are inspired by general stuff I've seen on the internet a while ago, others are completely random

• Clint Barton often inhabits the vents. He's been doing so for years and the avengers have all gotten used to it. He will usually sit in the vents and record them doing stupid stuff and adds it to his smack cam. He actually has a youtube channel called "HawkeyeTheBestAvenger" and has quite a few followers.

• Tony stark and dr. Stephen strange have a web show called "stark contrasts, strange similarities". They were very bored and apparently people found amusement in hearing them engage in a battle of wit. It now is a weekly activity and some of the other avengers will come down and watch the show. It helps the two so they have a designated time to verbally attack eachother instead of doing so on the battle field. They used to ignore each others plans and argue to the point of losing the battle, but now they are an unstoppable force and barely anything stands in their way. Except peter parker's puppy dog eyes.

• Clint Barton wanted to be a stand-up comedian, but he ended up becoming an assassin instead.

• Doctor strange owns at least 4 different copies of lord of the rings. Only peter parker knows this. If tony were to find out, he would never let him live it down.

• Peter parker often confuses the ceiling and the floor which has lead to tony freaking out at 2AM because he saw a figure crawling on the ceiling. (Tony called an exorcist soon after, but it happened to be doctor strange. The following events are now known as the not-so-demonic-doctor-and-the-spiderlings-unfortunate-timing.)

• Natasha and bucky sometimes have entire conversations in Russian without realizing it. Once they were talking late at night and had switched over to Russian without realizing and then steve walked into the kitchen. Nat asked what he was doing and he looked confused. She asked again but he still wasn't saying anything. Bucky then asked and all steve said was "what?". The two assassins then started to yell at steve in Russian. They forgot to watch their volume and ended up waking everyone. They were still shouting at steve when clint walked in and said "You know they are just asking you what you're doing up this late at night, right?" The rest of the night was filled with a tired spider-child, a blanket covered Bruce, and an overly annoyed tony.

• Tony has many nicknames for dr. Strange including, but not limited to: strange, stranger danger, Dumbledore, wizard, Merlin, Harry Potter, better steve, and stephanie.

• Outside of avengers tower, most people think that tony treats his intern poorly, but in reality he treats him like royalty. Peter has gotten used to tony stark's dad mode, everytime someone new comes in they are always surprised. Tony will cary around all the things his spider child needs. Food? He has a plethora of snacks. Backpacks? He has a closet with a bunch of new ones. Web fluid? He always has a replacement vial of the stuff if peter runs out. Hotel? Travago. He makes sure the spiderling is as happy as possible and will go to any length to make it happen. Scott lang was shocked to discover this. He then assumed that peter was his actual child. No one had the heart to tell him otherwise. He didnt find out he wasn't Tony's biological child until a month later.

• When scott lang, aka ant man, first joined it caused much confusion. The later deemed bug bois had a rocky start, but in an interesting way. Scott was under the impression that peter can control spiders and peter thought that Scott's full name was Scottish language. It took an hour and a spider sister for everything to be cleared up. Now the bug bois and the spider sister go on many missions together. Peter and scott always make as many nerd and science puns as possible while natasha just shakes her head.

• Tony does a bad. A terrible, terrible thing. He introduced peter to harley. This resulted in immediate vine references and instant friendship. It also caused the labs to catch on fire. The pure chaos that these two caused is more than even clint and scott can cause which is saying alot. It got to a point where the whole base was covered in waiting pranks and operational lightsabers. The two also figured out how to safely eat tide pods. You can imagine Tony's reaction. And to add insult to injury, king T'Challa came to the compound. With Shuri. S h u r i. The damage increased by double in the first hour alone. Let's just say that tony had to call Stephen to try to clean everything up. They still find shaving cream in the labs and kitchen even after they thought they were done cleaning.

• Doctor strange is broke. He had literally no money whatsoever. In the beginning he had started to spend it faster then he was making it. He then spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to try and fix his hands and when that didn't work he sold his things to get to Nepal. Specifically Kathmandu. Even more specifically, kamar-taj. Once he became a sorcerer money didn't matter as much. Now that he's back in New York, well, money is a problem again. He'll sometimes do really odd jobs to make a little bit more money in his free time (which is already minimal). The weirdest job he took was being a magician for a little kids birthday party. He may or may not have sent a kid to another dimension, but he'll never tell. (Sorry Marcus).

• Matt has a habit of getting thrown into dumpsters. Clint also has a habit of getting thrown into dumpsters. You can imagine Matt's suprise when someone else gets thrown into his dumpster. That's the somewhat anticlimactic way that Hawkeye and Daredevil meet. It's the deaf leading the blind. Two halves of one full idiot. They hated each other at first but they kept ending up in dumpsters. After one battle where daredevil got seriously injured, clint helped patch him up. From that moment on they learned that teaming up with each other wasn't that bad. Now the two can be seen patrolling around hell's kitchen and Manhattan and chatting all along the way.

• Peter got stuck. Quarantined in tony stark's laboratory. With iron man himself. And a few of the avengers. They have been pretty good with not bothering Peter while he's on a zoom call. That was until strange came by because of some multi-dimensional beast or something that turned out to be nothing. Well after that was settled, wong refused to let strange back into the sanctum. Resulting in Stephen being stuck at the compound with everyone else. This of course included tony. Peter was minding his own business following along with his chemistry class one peaceful Wednesday. Tony was tinkering on some piece of the newest iron man armor. Peter had turned his microphone on to answer a question when suddenly, strange yells out " Anthony Edward Stark!" Turns out that tony wasn't going to let the wizard enjoy his stay and decided to channel his inner loki. The good doctor appeared in the doorway covered head to toe with bright pink glittery paint. Tony then proceeded to laugh so hard he's on the floor. Peter had at one point, gotten up to help the sorcerer leaving his call unmuted. Meaning that his entire class heard the absolutely absurd conversation happening. That was how his class learned that he did in fact have an internship with tony stark himself.

[puckngrind]

Skating Lessons: part 30 - J. Anderson

Summary: Josh’s birthday in the middle of a pandemic.

Warning: language, smut, quarantine, smut

Word count: 2,957

Series Masterlist

“Momma, why doesn’t Josh get a birthday party?” Mason adds the candles to the pancakes and you hand him the sprinkles. His eyes go wide.

“Remember the germs that made hockey stop? Well Josh cannot go home to his family.” You grab the shaker realizing there were plenty of blue sprinkles.

“Aren’t we kinda like his family too?” Mason questions. You go to answer when Josh appears from the hall. His hair sticking straight up as he pulled his shirt down.

“Yup Mace. I wouldn’t want to spend my birthday with anyone else.” Josh kisses your forehead and fist bumps Mason. “You two didn’t have to make me birthday pancakes, you know.”

“Yes we did it’s your... your... Momma, what’s it called when we do something every year?”

“Tradition. Speaking of...” Your fingers scroll and click and Josh looks at you with one eyebrow up as the distinct sound of FaceTime buzzes. “Everyone ready there?” You move the phone to Josh’s view from where he sat in front of the pancakes.

“Hi Mom! And Dad, and Jess, Jordan, Jake.” Josh looks up at you with a smile as you light the candles.

“Ready?” Mason climbs into Josh’s lap and starts singing. You see Josh’s eyes water as his family joins Mason and yourself. Mason helps him blow out the candles and you hear the cheers from the Anderson family. They chat a little as Josh and Mason share his sprinkle filled pancakes.

You retreat to your bedroom to change your batter covered clothes. Mason might be an adorable sous chef but he was definitely a messy one. You see the shirt you want and reach for the top shelf in your closest when Josh’s arms wrap just under your chest and his lips ghost your ear. “You didn’t have to orchestrate that (y/n) but thank you.” You turn and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You deserve it. I was hoping to make your birthday a little better than last year.” Josh winces and you know it just brought back the memory. “Sorry. I am clearly sucking at making it better.”

“Oh Baby. Just me getting to do this makes my birthday better than last year.” Josh kisses your lips softly and you hum in approval.

“Just wait until this evening.” You pull away from him and see the confusion in his eyes. “My parents are taking Mace for the evening.”

“So I have you all to myself?” Josh pulls your body into him and you nod while sucking your lip into your teeth. “26 is looking up already.” He kisses your lips again and a slight moan slips out. “Hmm, well that can wait.” He chuckles and breaks your embrace. By the time you changed and found Josh and Mason they were outside playing on the swing set in the back yard. Neither one seems to notice that you stepped out to the patio.

“So Josh, why can you go to work but some of your other teammates can’t?” Mason asks while Josh pushes him on the swing.

“Well, remember when I didn’t play?” Josh rubs his shoulder absentmindedly. Mason nods. “Well, that’s why. The doctors and trainers can still work on me and Seth since we were hurt when the season stopped.”

“But I cannot go skating?” Mason asks and Josh laughs a little.

“No Bud, but Cam said we can go to his rink soon, kay?” Josh looks up finally and sees your smile. “Look, Momma came out. Now we can order lunch!” Both of your boys cheer.

The three of you load up in your car and head to pick up lunch from one of Josh’s favorite restaurants. Since March, getting out of the house for simple tasks was exciting. The early May weather was nice and Josh suggested you eat down by the river. The three of you found a spot in the grass by the bike path. Mason downed his lunch and got up quickly to start running around and skipping rocks in the river.

“Do you miss living downtown J?” You break the comfortable silence taking in your surroundings and Josh’s hand finds yours as you leaned back watching Mason.

“Nope. Living alone in the city isn’t the life I want anymore, (y/n).” Josh leans over and kisses your lips. “Nothing compares to what I have now.” You feel the heat flood your face.

“I was thinking, if you liked living closer... we could...” Josh’s lips stop your stammering.

“Nope. Suburban living with great schools is exactly where we should be.” Josh kisses you again. “Now we could go to my condo tonight for a change of pace.” You almost forgot Josh still had his condo. He let a few of the call ups stay in it since he moved in with you and Mason. “It hasn’t been used in months.” Josh winks at you.

“I do miss my old bed.” You laugh out.

“Who said we were using the bed?” Josh retorts with his tongue sticking out between his teeth. You immediately feel the heat in your cheeks and between your legs. 

You dropped Mason off at your parents after lunch and went back home to pack a bag. Josh got a few calls and texts from his hockey family wishing they could celebrate with him while you scurried around him.

“It feels like a pretend get away you know.” You joke as Josh slides into the driver seat after putting your bag in the back.

“It does and as soon as this Covid shit is done I’m taking you wherever you want to go.” Josh’s fingers interlace yours. “Vacation sounds amazing.”

“Agreed.” You breathe out. “But being here has been okay, yes? Normally now you are in some warm climate or home, right?” Josh’s eyes look over at you with that look.

“Well, ideally we would be playing hockey until June, but yeah.” Josh squeezes your hand. “I have enjoyed spring with you through. Next year it won’t be this way. Kinda nice since this is our first year together that we have this extra time. You know?”

“Not sharing you with hockey...” you stop yourself realizing that hockey was in fact his job and now how he was supporting not only you but Mason since quitting your job officially last month.

“Not sharing me is nice? Is that what you were going to say?” Josh pulls into the curbside pick up. You nod. “I understand. Most of the guys have said their families are loving this time and with talks of coming back in August, well it will make for a weird playoff and off season.”

“I don’t understand.” You pull your eyebrows together.

“Well if this whole bubble thing happens I’ll leave for at least a few weeks, and then we don’t start the next season until Christmas.” Josh calls the restaurant to tell them he was there.

“So you will have more time off in October and November?” You ask after he’s off the phone.

“From the sounds of it. David is representing us in all the talks. Seth is his back up.”

“Oh! And trades happen?” You whisper.

“Anytime after we are eliminated, potentially. But we are celebrating and not talking about that shit right now. Hear me, (y/n)?” Josh rolls the window and grabs your food, thanking the server. “Yeah, Baby?” He leans to place the food behind you and pulls your face to his kissing you lightly.

“We will talk about it, eventually?” You try not to sound panicked.

“Yeah for sure, when I have more answers. Now off to the condo!” Josh starts driving and instantly hums to the song on the radio. He pulls into his parking spot and sighs.

“You okay Josh?” Your hand rubs his cheek.

“Yeah, just lots of memories. It seems like a lifetime ago when you left me in my boxers in this garage. A life time.” Josh tries to pull a smile.

“That was before my accident, when I still wasn’t sure why...” you trail off. Josh’s lips find yours.

“I’m glad you trust me now.” He jokes. “Now let’s get out of the car and enjoy our evening.” The smirk you loved crosses over his lips and he lets go of you to retrieve the bags. Some how holding your overnight bag and dinner in one hand and your hand with his other you make your way to his condo. Closing the door you hear Josh’s breath hitch.

“Welcome home.” You joke.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem very homey anymore but I’m glad the guys didn’t destroy it.” He chuckles dropping dinner on the table and your bag on the floor by the hall. “Let’s eat first.” His lips find yours and his arms wrap around you.

“Your actions and words don’t match J.” You inhale to catch your breath.

“I know. But if we let dinner get cold it’s not as good.” He breaks from you and pulls out the seat. The two of you enjoy dinner talking about normal life things and your foot finds his leg rubbing it ever so lightly as dinner was almost finished your foot found it’s way between Josh’s leg making him drop his fork. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, did I go too far?” You move your foot and Josh’s hand catches your ankle.

“No. That wasn’t a turned on fuck not an annoyed fuck.” You chuckle as Josh stands. His erection pulling his shorts tight. Holding his hand out for you to stand with him. He pulls your body flush to his and the feeling of him on you makes your body weak. His tongue quickly swiping through your mouth wanting to be closer to you. He steps into you until your back hits the glass wall. Pulling your leg up over his hip. Josh only releasing your lips to kiss down your neck then back up to your lips. You moan in his mouth and feel his grunt rumble throughout your body. Your core throbbing for him as he pulls at your top. “Off.” He orders.

“Can anyone see us?” Your hand covers his.

“No. Tinted at night.” Josh bites at your collarbone and then pulls your shirt off. “I could fuck your right here and no one would see us.”

“Josh!” You aren’t sure if it was out of protest or turned on. “It is your birthday.” He nods and reaches up to pull of his shirt.

“So maybe we should be in our birthday suits then?” Josh goes to take off your leggings.

“Wow! 26 has brought the corny jokes, eh?” You bite the inside of your cheek and look up at Josh. His blue eyes full of desire.

“Hush. Just get naked.” He starts at your leggings again when there is a knock at the door. “Who the fuck is that?” He doesn’t move.

“Oh! It’s cake!” You almost forgot that you ordered a small cake from the bakery down the street. You slink out from between Josh and the window.

“Babe! You are just in your bra!” Josh turns on his heels.

“They are leaving it at your door. No contact whatever.” You open the door slightly making sure no one was there and grab the box sitting on the door mat. Shutting the door you jump not realizing Josh had followed you. “I forgot candles but happy birthday.” You slowly open the box to reveal the tiny frosted cake. Without saying anything Josh pulls you up into his arms and you yelp. “Want to eat the cake first?” You look at Josh thankful you had two hands on the box.

“We are bringing it with us.” Josh’s animalistic tone made your panties wet. He slowly dropped you to your feet, takes the cake from your hold and places it on the night stand. “Now where was I?” Josh reaches around and flicks off your bra with ease and starts to ease you out of your leggings and panties. You easily release his shorts and drop to your knees as you pull down his boxers and spring his cock free. Josh grunts from above you and sits slightly on the side of the bed. Your hand slides down his length then your tongue licks at his tip. His thighs tighten and his fists ball up the sheets. You start to wrap your lips around him and stop.

“Can you lay on the bed instead?” You look up at Josh who’s eyes are screwed shut and he nods shifting up into the bed and you follow. Placing your body between his legs you drop your mouth down around him. Josh’s hips shift as he hits the back of your throat. You slide up and down his length slowly eliciting barbaric sounds from his lips. Your hands press into his thighs as you hollow out your cheeks for him.

“(Y/n). Slow. Down.” Josh’s voice is strained and you giggle with him still in your mouth. “Fuck.” You slowly pull off of him. You see your man completely unglued above you. You eye the cake and snake your body up his kissing his lips.

“I’ll slow down.” You smirk and flip open the box. Swiping your finger in the icing and placing your finger in Josh’s mouth. He sucks it off and his eyes go wide.

“That’s delicious.” He says. “You should try it.” Before his fingers can get to the box your finger swipes more frosting off the top and swipe it down the hard line between his pecks and abs. “Fuuuuccck.” The sound of pure pleasure escapes his lips.

“Oops. Let me get that.” Your mischievous smile is noticed as you shift your weight. Licking from his navel to his chest. Josh’s muscles contract in your path. You lick his nipples and then move up to his lips. His hands find your hips and flip both of you over.

“My turn.” Josh’s eyes are dark and his lips press to yours with a sense of need. He swipes at the cake and pulls up on his arm to rub frosting on your nipple. He immediately pulls it in between his teeth and sucks hard. You moan loudly and out of habit cover your mouth. “We are alone. Remember?” He removes your hand. “I wanna hear you.” He let’s go and your hand finds his hair. Josh’s fingers dance at your entrance. “Fuck you are soaked.” Josh kisses your lips and brings his hand back up to suck off his fingers.

“I know it’s your birthday but I need you.” You pull at his neck in desperation. And Josh only answers by pressing deep inside of you. You let out a sound of relief as he bottoms out and you feel him deep inside. He wastes no time finding a rhythm that makes you both moan out in pleasure. “Josh.” You pant out feeling your orgasm build. Josh’s lips find yours again.

“Come with me.” He grunts out as he picks up his pace causing both of you to hit your highs. Josh doesn’t let up as you come down from your orgasm. He presses his body up so his torso is hovering over yours. He kisses your lips again and then your heaving chest. He pulls out of you as his mouth leaves open mouth kisses down your body.

“What.” you try to catch your breath as his lips find your thighs. “Are you doing?”

“I’m not done but I need a break.” He looks at you with a glimmer in his eye then proceeds to lick through your fold causing your entire body to jolt.

“Holy shit!” You scream out as his tongue fucks into you and his thumb finds your clit. You move your feet to his back and feel his skin in your toes as they curl into his back. He’s relentless and knows exactly where to move to make you yell out his name. When you are sure he will let up his body moves quickly up your and he presses into you again. A slew of curse words leaves Josh’s mouth as he holds his hips tight to yours. He drops to his forearms so his lips ghost yours.

“You feel so fucking good, Baby.” Josh whispers into your ear and you feel yourself melt under him. “Hold on just a moment longer. Can ya?” He pleads and you nod. He thrusts in and out knowing giving you exactly what you need. Feeling him twitch deep inside you again sends your third maybe forth orgasm crashing over you. Josh’s solid body landing on you. Feeling his sweat drip from his body mixing with yours.

After a few moments of just laying there like that completely blissed out Josh whispers as he rolls off you. “That was...”

“Amazing.” You finish his sentence. His body curled around yours. “Is it this bed, your birthday, or being alone?” You look up and back at Josh.

“Combination maybe. This bed is definitely coming back to our place when I get rid of this condo.” Josh presses his lips to your temple. “And definitely the best birthday I’ve had ever.”

“Really? I’m sure there have been other pretty amazing ones.” You turn and run your hand down his face.

“Nope. Spending the day with the love of my life. I’m not sure anything could top this one.” Josh’s lips find yours.

“Love of your life, huh?” You joke.

“Oh, (y/n), if you don’t know you are the love of my life I’m doing somethin’ wrong.” Josh pulls back to look at you.

“I know, J. I just like hearing it.” He pulls your body on top of his.

“Trust me. I’ll tell you forever how much I love you.” He pulls you into him.

“Forever.” You whisper.

[gloomyhearts]

Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter twenty-two~ it's too much

2020

Alex gives all his frustration room by beating on his drums, the other two stopped playing, studying the blonde.

“Alex, you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah, why?”

“I know it’s though man. People say you never forget your first ghost. Maybe that’s true,” Reggie insists, “but I’m sure there will be others.”

“Yeah. Thanks Reg.”

This wasn’t the only thing bothering the drummer, his sister almost dying, again, brings him more heartbreak because she’s everything to him but he can’t tell the others.

“And Alex you’re a great drummer and a great guy okay? I wouldn’t let all that stuff get in between you and what you love.”

“I don’t know man. Sometimes a little fire can make things better on stage, like you and Julie,” Reggie adds.

“Uh, wha.. what is that supposed to mean?” the shaggy haired boy requests.

“Come on. Everyone can see the way you look at her when you sing, you never looked at someone else than..”

Everyone cleared their throats, “You know,” he coughs a few times, “you guys ooze chemistry.”

“You should never say ‘ooze’ again, but yeah I agree.”

“Okay, no. I have chemistry with everyone that I sing with. Seriously, watch. Ugh.”

He began so sing and closed the gap between Reggie and him, his hand grabbing on the raven haired’s neck, pulling him even closer.

“Wow. I see chemistry.”

Reggie needs a second to order his thoughts, “that was pretty hot,” he stutters. Luke lays his finger over his lips and put them shortly after on Reggie’s, he just clears his throat, “girls. Am I right?” They went on with their rehearsal.

Reggie was like always in the house sitting at the island, conversing with Reg, leaving Alex and Luke alone in the garage.

“Can I ask you something Alex?” he nods towards his friends, “whom did Brina dedicated the song she played earlier?”

“Oh.. mm. just this ghost she met at the beach..” he rubs his neck, avoiding his graze.

“Did you know Steve died shortly after his graduation in ’95?”

“No? the poor guy.”

“Is he the..”

“I really don’t know Luke ‘cause she had to leave before explaining further. The next time she’s here you should ask her yourself.”

“That’s the thing, I feel like she’s avoiding me.” I would ask myself Luke.

“I didn’t noticed. But you’re not even really here when she’s visiting,” he shruggs his shoulder.

Flynn’s voice echoes through the speaker and Carlos and another friend open the door in a mysterious way, revealing Julie in her crop top embroidered with butterflies; she takes a seat at the piano and begins to play.

During the song Luke’s eyes trailed to the Julie but he fights against the desire to examine her. Reggie nears him, looking between the two singers, raising one of his brows.

His hazel eyes wander through the crowd meeting with ones he hasn’t expected, the corner of his lips rising; she gave him a rueful smile, breaking the eye contact abruptly.

When the song cam to the end he was once again close to her, he sure was able to inhale her breath, this gave Sabrina all the reason to leave immediately.

“I can’t believe I went there again, you have to tie me down Willie, I’m not capable of thinking straight and staying here alone.”

“I know.. I know.”

“Ow,” she exhales sharply, her arm pressed on her stomach.

“He knows you’re here why did you get one.”

“It wasn’t him, Lexi and the boys.”

“I forgot.. I forgot, I have to speak to them, are you good?” she nods slightly and he vanishes.

“That wasn’t like the other ones. It’s getting worse.”

“Why is that happening to us,” Reggie asks, out of breath.

“It’s because you guys are in serious trouble. It even reached Wills.”

“Willie? Is she alright?”

“We need to talk.”

“All these jolts that we’re feeling is because Caleb put his stamp on us? Will was right, I should’ve listened to her.”

“He’s threatened by you. He wants you under his control. You’re the only ghosts besides Sabrina, to be visible to lifers without his help.”

“And you let him do this to us?”

“I can’t stop him. He owns my soul. All right? He owns everybody’s soul at that club.”

“With everybody you mean everybody?!”

“No, not Sabrina, well not yet, she almost gives up, she needs you guys really urgent. If he even knew I was here talking to you, he..” Willie sighs, “he would destroy me.”

Reggie crosses his arms, “so if we don’t join his club, the weird power outage thing continues until there’s no power left at all?”

“Yes.”

“What exactly happens when the power goes out?” Alex graze darkens, knowing what Willie is about to drop

“That’s.. That’s it. You’re done.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. And what exactly do you mean by ‘we’re done’?”

“You just.. You don’t exist.. anymore. Not anywhere.”

Still shocked at the fact Alex questions, “what?”

“So we have no choice. We have to say goodbye to Julie, give up everything we’ve built together and work for Caleb? That’s some club you guys got going on.”

“Wait! Will mentioned something about crossing over.”

“Yeah, there’s another option. That’s why I’m here, Sabrina sent me. Please hear me out. You guys really need to figure out what your unfinished business is, you do it in time, you could cross over and be free from all this.”

“And what’s our unfinished business, we… we should’ve listened to Brina,” he ruffled his hair, annoyed from himself.

“I don’t know but since you all died at the same time, it might be something you need to do together.”

“Why should we listen to a word you say?”

“Because I care about you, Alex, and I hate that I brought you.. and your friends into this mess. Sabrina told me you wouldn’t believe me so I’ve to say. ‘Boys I love all of you. I’m doing this for you, please don’t try to come back or to reach me. I’m giving my soul to Caleb so you could be free.’ I tried to stop her but.. but she didn’t listened.. I can’t be away much longer. I’m so sorry. For everything,”

“This is all my fault.. I met Willie, Willie introduced us to Caleb.. and now we’re screwed. Losing Sabrina again, losing our soul, our music.”

“We all wanted to go see Caleb. Brina should’ve talked to us about it we could’ve helped her sooner.”

“We have to tell Julie.”

“No, we can’t do that. This just means more loss in her life. But if we don’t want Caleb to own our souls, we have to figure out our unfinished business.”

“Yeah, man. And how are we supposed to do that? All right? There was so much we wanted to do.”

Luke’s graze wandered to the neon sign on the other side of the street, “but the night we died, there was one thing we all wanted to do together.” The other spun around and followed his glare.

“Play the Orpheum?”

“Getting that gig was literally impossible. Even after people knew who we were, we had to hustle, call in every favour we had. It took us years.” Another jolt runs through their bodies bringing them to the ground, gasping for air.

“We don’t have years,” Luke states, eyes still glued to the sign.

[wearevillaneve]

Killing Eve S3, E8: “Are You Leading or Am I?”  Follow the Misleader.

To be a fan of Killing Eve, you don’t have to suspend disbelief entirely, but you must do so frequently.   Otherwise, you’ll be constantly face-palming yourself over the some of the inane and banal bullshit the writers crap out.

All season long, the big mystery of Killing Eve’s third season was Who Killed Kenny?  In the final episode the answer was revealed the by Konstantin that Kenny was responsibly for his own death.. 

For reasons apparently unexplored until the final episode, a spy-cam set up by Bear to catch a candy thief  caught Kenny pilfering Bear’s candy of choice. but also walking out of the office with his possible papa, Konstantin.   When Eve arrives at The Bitter Pill to meet up with her last living friend in the world, she barely misses the sight of Kenny falling silently from the roof to his death. Bullshit. 

MI6 supposedly raided the offices of the Bitter Pill, but apparently are such fuck   ups they didn't find the hidden camera.   Meanwhile, Bear conveniently "forgot" it was there at all, but somehow grew a conscience to “out”  The Twelve,  MI6 and all the other intelligence  agencies playing slap and tickle with the feds.T

here is no way of knowing how much time has passed since he bit it, but Kenny’s has to have been gone for at least a month?   Nobody at The Bitter Pill even checked the spy-cam?  MI6 didn't find it when they raided the office? Ugh.  This was some half-assed, sloppy writing with no respect logic or the viewer’s intelligence. Double bullshit. Executive Producer Sally Woodward Gentle says Kenny didn’t commit suicide and Konstantin’s ass-covering excuse that he didn’t push him off the roof didn’t even sell Carolyn though she let him run off with his life.  Which means this wearisome plot will drag on into Season 4.  Not knowing when a story line is played out is a big weakness of the KE writer’s room.

Speaking of glaring weakness, enter Geraldine.  Hands down, the most useless and tedious character in the history of Killing Eve.  Even Frank “Dick swab” Haleton and poor, doomed Felix were less of an empty shell than the charmless Geraldine.   Every time she showed up on screen with her sad eyes and sadder expressions, I yawned and found myself yearning for a nice five-minute bloc of commercials.  Geraldine was that bad.

Hopefully, Gemma Whalen bought something nice for herself or paid off her credit card with the paycheck from playing a total blank like Carolyn’s desperate daughter.   Carolyn finally dismissed Geraldine and told her to fuck off back home. If only it had come a few episodes earlier it would have spared us all Geraldine’s blind alley of a plot device.

Rhian had the double audacity to show up where she wasn’t  wanted forcing Villanelle to send Eve away, then to add insult to injury, backed her against a subway wall and told Villanelle to mind her manners and do as instructed like the “sheep” she was.   A regretful Villanelle whispered, “I’m sorry” before she beat the stupid out of Rhian and kicked her onto the rails where the tram ended her bangs and boots forever.  The last thing to go through Rhian’s mind before the train did was, “Do not EVER interrupt Villanelle when she's slow dancing with her baby.”

Despite her reluctance to kill for The Twelve or MI6, Villanelle is more than capable of doing so when sufficiently motivated.   But even Villanelle no longer finds purpose and pleasure out of murder, Eve is beginning to and that may loom large on their relationship going into next season.   If Carolyn says forget about The Twelve, what’s Eve’s mission?   Go rogue and try to take them down with a shook, semi-retired assassin to back her play ? Or settle down for a life of sapphic bliss waking up next to Villanelle every morning? Dasha is dead and Paul is dead and Mo is dead and Rhian is dead  Geraldine and everybody at The Bitter Pill should be dead, but aren’t.   Of all the survivors of S3, Geraldine seems most likely to return in 2021 with Helene.  Maybe that’s when she flips on Carolyn and joins The Twelve to take her down.  That, or she’s the one who killed Kenny while Konstantin watched. 

Oh, fuck the plot.   It’s not as though it matters.   What matters is   Eve and Villanelle’s shared time together in S3 was so limited the moments they actually interacted can be summed up as The Bus Kiss, the Wave, the Dance and The Bridge. 

The Dance was sweet and tender, something that doesn’t happen often or last long on Killing Eve.  Sure enough, the all-too brief scene moved Eve along to fulfill a plot point and give Villanelle an opportunity to prove when it comes to taking someone out like a bag of dirty diapers, she definitely has “still got it.” Who didn’t like it like when Eve and Villanelle actually talked about how they got to this point as they stood on a green-screen bridge.   A confession of love or at least fond feelings would have been good and a long, lingering, eyes closed shut kiss would have made it perfect.   After two consecutive season ending episodes where one woman had gravely injured the other, another violent conclusion would have been too much to take.   Fortunately Suzanne Heathcote and her S4 successor, Laura Neal, wrote a final shot where Villanelle and Eve walk away and then turn to stare wistfully at each other.

It’s perfect.  I’m mystified how we got to this point though.  Eve’s turn from attempting to patch things up with Niko to falling back into obsession with Oksana is never explained.   Nor is there an event or a line that clears up why she was willing to leave Eve behind as part of Konstantin’s Cuba escape plan.  

We are left to make presumptions as to how Eve goes from "I'm totally done with her. done with that. end of story” to “when i try and think of my future, i just... see your face over and over again."   Here is where Heathcote’s choice not to explore Eve’s evolution comes back to bite S4. Despite the way our heartstrings are tugged when the two women realize they can’t deny the magnetism that keeps drawing them together, the impact of the event is blunted by all the rabbit holes the viewer had to go down to get here, and then it doesn’t feel entirely earned.  

The open-ended ambiguity of the finale will send fanfic writers scurrying to their computers to craft a more satisfactory alternative until Killing Eve returns in one or two years.

It’s going to be a long wait, but at least there’s some comfort to take from the fact instead of the dread of more pain and suffering that Villanelle and Eve have inflicted on each other, this time there’s real hope of a possible better days for them.

FINAL GRADE:  A- 

[iatethepomegranate]

Homecoming Chapter 22

@iontorch @dick-rarepairs

See notes for story masterpost and AO3 links.

Pairing: DickTiger

Rating: Teen (this chapter)

Length: 3k

Summary: Dick and Tiger settle back into Wayne Manor, but between Dick's new ailment and the secret they're keeping from Bruce, they're just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Notes: I LIVE. Okay, since I don’t trust Tumblr to let this post appear in the tags if I add links, I’m going to add masterpost and AO3 links in a reblog, so check the notes.

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Chapter 22

As the days passed, Dick waited for another migraine to come along and ruin his life again. It felt like everyone was watching him with bated breath, expecting him to drop any second... Dick most of all. Tim, at least, tried to make himself useful by going over Dick's symptoms to help him figure out his warning signs for when the attack finally did come.

Tiger had clammed up since that last conversation about the shooting. That was never a good sign. The man was a classic bottler when it came to his emotions and wouldn't entertain further discussion. It would all come to a head eventually. Dick was not looking forward to it.

What made matters worse, possibly, was that Bruce was being oddly polite to Tiger. It was possible he genuinely felt bad for kicking Tiger out, but there was also a chance he was trying to lull Tiger into a false sense of security. It wasn't working. Tiger was more anxious than ever. Unless that was Bruce's plan. Dick hoped not. That was a douchey kind of plan.

Dick came to dinner one night in a not-so-great mood. Irritable for no reason. He'd already snapped at Tiger three times in the past hour, and he'd deserved exactly none of them. And his neck was kinda stiff, which made sitting in a dining chair a rather annoying experience.

Tim took one look at him, pausing in the motion of cutting his steak, and said, “You know irritability and neck stiffness are pre-migraine symptoms, right?”

“Who says I'm irritable?” Dick replied, irritably. Internally, though, his mind was a litany of shit shit shit.

“You’ll probably have, like, twelve hours from when the symptoms started,” Tim said, looking back down at his plate. “Maybe more. Hard to say. Try to get a good night's sleep if you can.”

Dick wasn't sure how he was supposed to sleep with his neck like this. Tiger was staring at him, trying to catch his eye, but Dick didn't feel like talking. Especially not after snapping at him so much.

Tiger made a show of shrugging and piling brown rice onto both their plates. Dick also received a generous load of vegetables and not as much meat as he probably would've liked. But he'd already been an asshole today, so he shut up and took it.

Dick excused himself as soon as he was finished, knowing that he was not good company tonight. Tiger, in a fit of masochism, followed him back to their room.

Then, in what could only be a lack of self-preservation, he took Dick's hands and led him to the bed. “Sit. Let me help.”

“Look, I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to be around me. I don't want to be around me.” The words came out way sharper than he'd intended. Naturally.

“Hush.” Tiger knelt on the bed behind him and dug his thumbs into the hardened muscles on the back of Dick's neck. “I forgive you.”

“Ugh.”

Tiger kissed the top of his head. “I am trying to spoil you.”

“I don't deserve it.”

“I do not care.”

Dick shut up and let him rub his neck. It helped a bit. A warm shower later, he felt almost like himself.

Sleep was elusive. Dick kept shifting position, unable to get comfortable. Tiger had ended up on the edge of the bed, well away from his fidgeting. Dick was kind of offended but couldn't really be mad because Tiger had done that in his sleep.

He was still kinda mad.

Dick fell into a fragile kind of sleep eventually, flitting in and out when Tiger got up to pray. He woke in the daylight, eyes grainy and brain fogged. Right. Fatigue. Another fun symptom. Apparently even sleeping made him tired now.

Tiger was eating a bowl of oatmeal on the bed, legs crossed with a huge photo album in front of him. “Good morning.”

“Mmph.” Dick rubbed his eyes, which helped a tiny bit. “Is it morning?”

“Barely.”

Dick used Tiger's arm to haul himself into a sitting position, slumping against his shoulder. “Whatcha looking at?”

“Jason stole a photo album Alfred kept of your first few years as Robin.”

Dick rubbed his eyes again, until he could see the photos. Oh. Oh God. The green underpants. It was actually a leotard at least fifty percent of the time, but no one believed him.

Look, it wasn't that Dick was ashamed of his childhood fashion choices. It was just... well... everyone was ashamed for him.

“Bastard,” he muttered. “I'm gonna show you his album.” He dug his chin into Tiger's shoulder. “Nice breakfast. Where's mine?”

Tiger leaned over and grabbed another bowl from the nightstand. “I was about to wake you. Here.”

There were spiced pears in the oatmeal, which lifted his mood a little bit. But he still felt kinda fuzzy and doubted that would improve.

There was one photo in the album that Tiger paused over. It was a selfie, in a way. Dick-as-Robin making a face in a funhouse mirror. Alfred had seen the mask camera footage and liked it.

“Where is the camera?” Tiger asked.

“In the mask. It was a prototype at the time. The lenses broke constantly so we had to carry spare masks and cowls in our belts.”

“Wait.” Tiger's eyes went wide and his face turned the most worrying shade of grey. “You have cameras in your masks? Does Jason have...”

“Jason has a few,” Dick said. “He only wears the cam-masks when he's working with us.”

“So there is a video of Alia...”

The shooting. Fuck.

“Jason would've thought of that,” Dick said, trying to sound sure, even if he was kinda panicking. “Right?”

Tiger sighed and shoved more oatmeal into his mouth. Good idea. Dick did the same. Soothing his panic with breakfast. They kept flipping through the album with a detachment born out of preoccupation.

As soon as Dick had scraped the last bite out of his bowl, Tiger snatched it off him. “I'll take these to the kitchen. And find Jason.”

“Yeah. Do that.” Dick wanted to trust Jason had remembered. If not... Bruce would have seen the footage by now.

God damn it.

Dick took a piss while he waited and then spent a few minutes flipping through the album, tracking Robin's fashion evolution over the years. And the Discowing outfit. He still thought the high collar was pretty cool, no matter what anyone else said. He just couldn't turn his head as much as he would've liked. Still, some of Bruce's old costumes had the same problem.

There was just something in him that made him desperate to defend even the most questionable of fashion decisions. It didn't matter if he had been questioning them himself. The instant someone else teased him, he had to take it all the way.

Voices erupted in the hallway.

“Maybe I just don't like the way you're trying to corner him.” Jason.

“That is not what I—”

“You're not fooling anyone, Bruce. You've had it out for him from the moment he entered the city.”

“This is not a productive conversation.” Tiger.

“Right?” Jason said. “You prepared to say whatever you wanted to say in front of Dick? You think he's gonna be happy?”

“You're being dramatic,” Bruce said.

“Am I, though? Am I?”

“But if you wish to be involved in this discussion, I have plenty of questions for you, too.”

“I've answered your questions already. Not my fault you didn't like the answers.”

“I am missing some context in this conversation,” Tiger said.

“So am I!” Dick yelled impulsively.

There were a few horrible seconds where no one breathed a word. Then Tiger, Jason and Bruce entered the room. Tiger and Jason at least had the grace to look sheepish.

“Is someone going to explain what the hell is going on?” Dick said. “Quickly, if you don't mind. Not sure how much time I have before my head explodes again.”

“Jason's mask camera footage is missing,” Bruce said. Well. That answered that question.

“I told you already,” Jason complained. “The equipment's been on the fritz for weeks.”

“You should've had it fixed.”

Jason shrugged. “You don't trust me with your stuff and Tim was mad at me again. What was I supposed to do? Steal your shit? I only do that when I'm really mad at you.”

Dick had a distinct feeling Jason was lying his ass off. He also had a feeling Bruce saw right through him.

Tiger leaned against the closet door, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a muscle twitching in his jaw. Dick would trust him on a battlefield, but he wasn't so sure how well he was gonna hold up in a war of words over something he already felt terrible about. Jason wasn't gonna budge. Dick certainly wouldn't. But Tiger...

“I find it convenient that your equipment failed on that night in particular,” Bruce was saying.

“Sorry. I forgot to pencil it in.”

“Do you let your grapnel gun wear down like that?”

“No, because I would die. Again.”

Bruce's face twitched; he hated it when Jason brought up the dying thing. “Jason. That's not—”

“Oh, am I playing dirty again? Sorry. Force of habit.” He was blatantly not sorry. “Sometimes you gotta prioritise the important stuff. You never look at my mask cam anyway.”

“Because I never know when you're wearing it.”

“Then why did you bother looking this time?” Jason was smiling now, but it wasn't a pleasant one. “Seems to me you were looking for something specific.”

“I deserve to know what happened when someone dies on my watch.”

“I told you what happened. Is my word not good enough?”

“No. It's not.”

“Bruce,” Dick said, before this could spiral further, “I was there, too, you know.”

“You didn't see what happened.”

It wasn't worth arguing. Bruce knew what he was talking about. Good old blood spatter analysis, ruining everything.

“I saw Jason holding Tiger's gun.” Dick wasn't about to let this go without a fight, though.

“That proves nothing. And evidence has conveniently disappeared. Where did Tiger's clothes end up?”

Tiger still looked kinda grey from earlier. It was probably best he wasn't talking much, because Dick honestly didn't know if he could keep the lie going.

Jason, bless him, kept fighting. “Well, fuck me for getting him out of that blood-soaked shit. Not like I was thinking about how you were gonna be a giant asshole over this. My bad.”

“You haven't told me where his clothes are.”

“Gone. They were wrecked. Maybe if you'd asked in a timely manner, you could've examined them.” Jason actually sounded convincing. Dick tried not to get his hopes up. Bruce wasn't called the World's Greatest Detective for nothing.

“This is all rather convenient,” Bruce said. “Your spare gun jammed, recording equipment failed and vital material evidence happened to disappear, all on the same night.”

Could they have done this better? Given the circumstances, could they have found a way to keep Tiger out of this without tripping Bruce's coincidence meter? Dick wasn't sure there was. If only Jason hadn't been wearing his mask cam that night.

Still, Bruce didn't have concrete evidence. He just had a pile of coincidences that could mean someone was hiding something. Certainly not enough for a legal conviction or possibly even a trial in the first place, but that was not what they had here.

Bruce didn't need incontrovertible proof to believe Tiger had helped kill Alia. All he needed was enough doubt in Jason's version of events.

“Enough,” Tiger said.

Bruce rounded on him, staring silently. He didn't need to speak. Dick and Jason shared a grimace behind Bruce's back.

“There were three shooters,” Tiger continued, crossing his arms tighter across his body. Dick could see the slightest hint of a tremor. “Jason, Helena... and me.”

Okay, so they were doing this now. Things were still salvageable. Maybe.

“He saved my life,” Dick added. “The three of them only had a split second to do something.”

“Murder is never the solution.”

“Then tell us, O Wise One,” Jason snapped, “what would you have done with fuck-all time to save your favourite son?”

“I'm not his favourite,” Dick muttered. They ignored him.

“I would not have resorted to murder.”

“That's not what I asked,” Jason growled. “Dick is on the floor, literally cornered, back against a wall. Daedalus's gun practically touching him. He won't miss. You have a second to do something and you don't have a good enough angle to hit his gun. If Daedalus takes over Dick's mind, he dies. If the gun goes off, he dies. If you spook the bastard, the gun will go off anyway and Dick dies. So tell me, with all your boundless wisdom, what could we have done in that second to save Dick's life without killing Daedalus? The woman he possessed isn't even a factor. She was a goner already.”

Tiger flinched. Dick wanted to go over and squeeze his hand, but that would just draw Bruce's attention while Jason tried to divert it.

“Remote-controlled batarang,” Bruce replied.

“Yeah, we didn't have one of those. Even if we did, setting it up would take time we didn't have and he probably would've heard it coming.”

“The fact remains,” Bruce said, turning back to Tiger. “You hid this from me.”

“He wasn't even there when I told you what happened,” Jason said. “You gonna get mad? Get mad at the right person.”

“People,” Dick corrected. “I helped Jason mess with the evidence.”

“You were a backseat driver, more like.”

“Stop it,” Tiger muttered.

Dick's fingers were tingling a little, which was not a good sign. He concentrated extra hard on speaking, because he was not about to let this fucking migraine muddle his words while he still had a choice.

“Tiger,” he said, “you didn't want us to lie for you.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “And yet he allowed it.”

Dick put his left hand on the bed, leaning into it to keep his balance. Even sitting was starting to get a little fraught. Fuck's sake.

“Bruce,” he said, “stop it. You've directed exactly none of this pissiness at me even though I was actively involved in the lie.” He had to take a second to get his mouth around his next sentence, holding up his right arm, which obeyed him enough, so they wouldn't talk over him. “That's why we lied. Jason and I knew you would be harder on him than anyone else.”

“Same shit, different day,” Jason said. “He was like this when he kicked Tiger out and he hasn't learned a damn thing.” Jason's voice was a touch louder than Dick's head liked right now.

“Bruce has a point,” Tiger said quietly.

“He's selectively applying that point,” Jason replied. “How about it, boss? If you're gonna be shitty to Tiger, then you should be just as shitty to me.”

“You are not dating my son,” Bruce said.

“I'm a grown-ass man, Bruce,” Dick said.

“And I happen to be your son,” Jason added. “Legally, anyway.”

“You're an adult in control of your own actions,” Bruce said. “You have made it clear that I cannot control you.”

“Uh, hello?” Dick waved his fingers, which didn't really want to cooperate. “I'm the eldest, and you're acting like I'm a teenager with a bad influence for a boyfriend.”

“Difference is,” Jason said, “he actually cares about you.”

Bruce looked like he'd been slapped. “That's not—”

Jason grinned, but it looked more like a grimace. “Am I wrong?”

Bruce was not often a man lost for words. He sometimes preferred to let his actions speak for him, but it was rare that he truly had no idea what to say or do. Witnessing it now was unsettling.

Any other time, Dick might've let Bruce work through it on his own. Things with Jason were complicated, and sometimes interfering made matters worse.

But he was really having trouble sitting up and there was a distinct numbness on the right side of his face, and down his arm. And there was a pounding building up in his head.

In the silence, Dick caught Tiger's eye. The man's features hardened, and he put himself between Bruce and Jason. Probably not the safest idea, but Dick couldn't think of another way. Damn brain fog.

“Enough,” he said. “This is not a productive conversation.”

“You do not get to tell me when I am finished,” Bruce replied.

Jason glanced in Dick's direction. “Yeah? Well, I'm done.” He made a good show of storming out in a fit of temper, rather than giving his brother some space to lie down and die for a while.

“Jason...” Then Bruce followed him.

Well, that was one way to clear a room.

Tiger fetched Dick a glass of water. Apparently a pack of straws lived in Dick's nightstand now. He wasn't sure when exactly they appeared, but they made drinking a little easier with only half a face.

“Anything else you need?” Tiger asked softly.

Dick got him to help him into the bathroom. He wasn't sure how much he'd be moving in a few minutes. He also may have thrown up in the sink a little bit while he was in there.

Then Tiger helped him lie down. “There is a pager here,” he said, lifting the little thing from the nightstand. “Do you want me with you? If not, the pager will put you in touch with Alfred if you need anything.”

Dick waved him away with his good hand. He didn't want to put Tiger through this if he didn't have to. Besides, when he was at his worst last time, he couldn't even stand the sound of Alfred breathing.

Tiger helped him put a sleeping mask on and placed a bucket on the floor. Then he kissed Dick's hand, leaving him to his misery.

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So Much More Beneath The Surface

Characters: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: none

Summary: You’re usually quiet, always keeping to yourself. The only person who makes you comfortable in your own skin and with who you were was Steve.

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You were good for one thing and one thing only, hacking. You’ve become a professional thanks to your family. You grew up in that business, always moving around when law enforcement got to close. Your dad taught you everything you knew and after he died, you made sure to keep his memory alive with hacking.

It started out with the little things like traffic cams and your grades in college but then people started hiring you to do their dirty work. You didn’t worry too much since you knew how to cover your tracks. Then, it got to a point where you helped criminals get the information they needed. You weren’t proud of it, but you made great money.

The reason you decided to join the Avengers was because when Nick Fury found you, you were in so much trouble with the things you were doing. If you had gotten caught, you would have been sent to jail for life. Nick saw potential in you and got you to turn your life around. You owed everything to Nick and made sure you helped out in every way you could.

When you first joined the Avengers, everyone was so welcoming and tried to get you to join them in the things they did. But, you were the type of person that would rather stay in and read than go out. You always kept to yourself and everyone respected that. But just because you were quiet, didn’t mean you stopped paying attention.

You observed everyone’s behavior, analyzing what made them tick, the things they liked because it came in handy. You knew who to avoid before and after missions, what to cook them since you were always up early, and just little things about each person.

But the person you paid attention to most was Steve. He was a work of art and you appreciated the kind of person he was. Just because he stayed frozen for 70+ years, didn’t mean his morals and the way he talked changed. He kept the past alive just by the way he talked about the things he loved.

Every week, the Avengers would have a movie night, and on the nights that Steve picked the movies, it was always black and white movies that he claimed to watch growing up. You always liked to see him light up when he talked about the things he loved.

He didn’t know of your feelings for him. It’s not like you could ever tell him since you were so shy. Plus, why would he go for someone like you when there were thousands, if not millions, of women throwing themselves at him? You noticed he liked to go out and explore the world but that wasn’t the kind of person you were. You two would never work as a couple and that is what’s stopping you from confessing.

During the day, you didn’t get much alone time since Tony usually liked to bother you with computer work. If it wasn’t Tony, then it would be Natasha trying to hang out since she didn’t usually get the feeling of “girl time” around the tower. It was at night, when everyone was asleep, that you really got to be who you were.

You were a music buff and could play a lot of instruments. There weren’t many in the tower but when you first found the piano in the ballroom, you knew you had to play it.

It was a rainy night when you found it. You couldn’t sleep and decided to walk around the tower, explore what Tony hid from anyone else. When everyone was asleep and everything was quiet, the tower could come off as creepy and unsettling, but you loved it.

When you stepped into the ballroom, the big piano in the room caught your eye. You immediately walked to it, gliding your fingers along its smooth surface. Thunder sounded from outside while lightning lit up the room you were in. You gently touched the keys before pressing one. Compared to the silence, that ring was deafening. It echoed throughout the whole room and you looked to the door to see if anyone would come in and disturb the peace.

When no one showed up, you slid on the bench and stared at the keys in front of you. You loved playing songs on the piano because it sounded more beautiful than any other instrument. It sounded raw, and you could lay all your emotions into a song better than you ever could with words.

A song immediately came to mind as you started to play it on the piano. Immediately, you got lost in the music and started to softly sing the lyrics.

Yesterday, when I drove by your house The sign out front said that you're moving out I know why you'd wanna leave this town But if you wanna talk I'm better now

You sang the words when they came into your mind, never a note off key.

I'm ready to fall in love again I'm ready to call you up again I'm ready to talk and be your friend I'm ready to fall in love

You didn’t know what made you look up, but you did, and there you saw Captain America himself standing in the doorway. You immediately stopped playing and blushed. No one was supposed to hear you. You were insanely shy and didn’t usually talk to people unless you knew them really well. And of course, it didn’t help that you had a huge crush on the guy.

“S-Steve. Wh-what are you doing here?” You stuttered.

“You have a beautiful voice.” He said, walking to you.

“T-thanks.” You muttered, looking down.

“I didn’t know you could play piano.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You said softly, the silence in the room becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.

“We need to change that.” He took a seat next to you but you couldn’t look at him in the eyes.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Well, I was but then I heard someone playing the piano and I had to check it out.”

“Sorry.” You bit your lip.

“No, don’t be sorry. Hey, look at me.” He said softly and you did, blushing under the intensity of his gaze.

“I don’t want to overstep any lines here but you mind finishing that song? Pretend I’m not even here if that helps.” He asked with a smile. You bit your lip and looked at the piano keys in doubt. He already heard you so it should make you feel better, but it didn’t.

When you looked at Steve again, you smiled a small one before nodding. For some reason, you felt safe with him, like you could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge you. He was a WW11 veteran, and one of the most respectful men you’ve ever met.

You turned back to the piano and placed your hands on the keys before resuming your song.

I still got your number memorized I feel your body when I close my eyes Do you still listen to Nirvana? I used to play that record all the time

You resumed singing but instead of closing your eyes, you looked at Steve. He looked back at you with such admiration, it gave you the confidence you were looking for.

I'm ready to fall in love again I'm ready to call you up again I'm ready to talk and be your friend I'm ready to fall in love I'm ready to fall Again I'm ready to call Again I'm ready to talk Again I'm ready to fall

You finished the song only to sing another one, not stopping once. Being here with Steve made you open your eyes and you saw yourself in a new light. He made you feel things you didn't know you would feel. You couldn’t wait to have that one person who made you feel like you were on top of the world, and Steve was that for you.

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A Coffee Connection Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Day Five, three days before the wedding [Afternoon]

Tiffany dragged Kay to the bridal suite, “You are going to love this Kay.”

Kay chuckled, “How will I know if you don’t tell me?” When Kay was brought in, she saw her older cousin standing over several white dress boxes, “Hillary? Penelope?”

Penelope smiled at her, “Hey Kay. I’m glad you’re here.”

“What’s going on? Where are the others?”

Tiffany, Hillary and Penelope smiled at each other. “Well, we wanted it to be just the four of us.” Tiffany said, “It’s been a while since we’ve had a one-on-one... on-one-on-one talk.”

“And we wanted to show you something before we showed the other bridesmaids.” Penelope said, “Now I’ve seen the wedding dress and the bridesmaids’ dresses and while they are... beautiful. I happened to mentioned to Tiff that both she and her bridesmaids might have trouble moving around at the reception so I came up with an idea.”

Kay raised her eyebrow as Tiffany continued, “After the first dance and the group dance we’ve been practicing, Penelope came up with the brilliant idea for a costume change.”

Both of Kay’s eyebrows went up, “A costume change?”

Penelope nodded, opening up one of the boxes and taking out a metallic yellow dress. It had sweetheart neckline with mid-length sleeves, and the skirt would still puff out but it wasn’t a tulle skirt. Now, the colour wasn’t much better than the highlighter yellow bridesmaid’s dress but Kay had to admit she liked the style a lot better even if it was one she wouldn’t choose to wear. “Now I think this dress will be easier to move around in,” Penelope said.

“I tried mine on, it’s super comfortable.” Hillary said.

“It is very nice.” Kay said, “Penelope, this is your work, isn’t it?”

“I’m so glad you noticed.” Her older cousin smiled.

Tiffany clapped her hands, “And she even made matching ties for the groom and groomsmen”

“It’s the least I can do.” Penelope said. They then all sat down around the table, “So Kay, tell me about this Cameron.”

Kay felt her cheeks heat up, “Oh, th-there’s not really much to tell... besides should we be talking about Tiffany, it is her wedding we’re here for.”

Tiffany waved her hand, “Oh, come on, everyone knows my story, tell us about you.”

Kay chuckled, “There really isn’t much to tell.”

“Oh come on now.” Tiffany said taking her cousin’s hand, “Is he sweet with you?” Kay couldn’t help but blush as she remembered what had happened that morning, “He is, isn’t he?”

“Well... it’s not like he isn’t...” She said.

Hillary couldn’t help but giggle, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this Kay.”

Kay raised an eyebrow, “Like what?”

“You’re... you’re head over heels for this man.”

“W-what?”

Tiffany nodded, “You are but... he has clearly got it worse for you.”

Kay gave a nervous chuckle, “Look guys. I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I mean, I’m an FBI agent for crying out loud.”

Penelope shook her head, “Just because you’re an FBI agent doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel things Kay.”

“Do you love him?” Tiffany finally asked.

Kay pursed her lips for a moment, “Y-yes. I-I love him.” She finally admitted out loud. Tiffany and Hillary squealed and gave their cousin a great big hug, Kay felt the air get knocked out of her for moment. Then Penelope came around and hugged her three cousins tight, “Guys?” Kay spoke, “...Kinda need to breath.”

They laughed as they let go of their agent cousin. “Kay, wanna try on the dress. It’ll give me a chance to see if I need to make any changes.” Penelope asked.

“Uh... sure.”

They had Kay try on the dress. Unlike her cousins, dresses just weren’t really her thing so she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable in it. She had to admit, it was a lot more comfortable than the dress she would be wearing for the ceremony. “Oh, Kay, that looks great on you!” Tiffany exclaim with glee. Just then Tiffany’s phone rang, “Hello? ...Oh hi honey... what’s that? ...Oh God. ...Yeah, I’ll let Kay know.”

“You’ll let Kay know what?” Kay asked raising an eyebrow.

“Um... Pierson punched Cameron.”

Kay’s eyes widened, “What!? Why?”

“Harris said something about Pierson being a drunken ass... which he’s not wrong about.” Tiffany shook her head, “He says Cam went back to your room so if you wanna go check on him.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you guys later.” Kay said rushing out of the room, still in the dress.

“Uh, Kay-” She was already out the door, Hillary turned to her other cousins, “I don’t think she realized she was still in her dress.”

Penelope shrugged and chuckled, “She’ll figure in out then be back.”

Kay rushed down the hallway when she saw Pierson walking her way, “Afternoon Kay... love the dress, you wear these types of clothes more often.” Kay couldn’t control herself anymore and she clenched her fist and hit Pierson square in the jaw, “Ow! What the hell-”

“That is for punching my date.” She punched his arm very hard, “That is for sneaking in and having random sex in my hotel room the other day. And this-” She kneed him where the sun doesn’t shine, “-is because you’re an ass.” She headed back to her room. When she got there, she reached for her card key and then realized that it was still in her pants pocket, “Dammit.” She knocked on the door, “Cameron?” She knocked again, “Cameron? It’s me Kay. You in there?”

“Coming.” His muffled voice answered from behind the door. He opened the door, holding an icepack on his face, “Hey Kay.” He noticed her outfit, “Cute dress.”

Kay shook her head as she took his hand, pulled him over to the bed to get a good look at him, “What happened?”

Cameron sighed, taking the ice off his face, revealing a bruise forming on his cheek, “It’s not that bad.”

She took the ice pack from him and lightly touched his cheek making him flinch slightly, “What happened?”

“Well, I was with Harris and the other groomsmen and everything was going fine until-”

“Until Pierson showed up.” She guessed.

“How did you know?”

“I ran into him in the hallway, might have given him a piece of my mind... with my fists... and my knee.”

Cameron laughed, “Ouch, that had to hurt.”

“Why did he punch you?”

“He was making lewd comments and I asked him to cut it out he was clearly that it was making people uncomfortable. Then he said... something about you so I kind of went off on him which made him punch me. I think he might have been drunk.”

Kay sighed as she lightly pressed the cold pack against his bruised cheek, “That was really stupid Cameron.”

“Yeah, well... for you, it was worth it.” Cameron then smirked, “By the way, I need to ask about the dress. If I remember correctly, you were wearing a t-shirt and jeans.”

“I forgot I was still wearing this.” She shook her head, “Penelope came up with the idea for the bride and bridesmaids to wear more comfortable dresses for the reception.”

“Wait, am I supposed to see you wearing that before the wedding?” He joked earning him a light slap on the chest.

“Very funny.”

“You do look beautiful.”

Kay tried to hide her smile, “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. Besides, this dress makes you look less like Princess Bubbleyum’s lemon-scented sister.”

Kay chuckled, “You’re an idiot.”

He shrugged, “I’m your idiot.”

She smiled taking the ice pack off his face, “I guess you are.”

He smirked, “Can this idiot get a kiss to feel better?”

She laughed, “A kiss?”

“Well, I am in pain after all.”

She smirked back, “You’ve had worse.” Cameron pouted making Kay stifle a laugh, “Oh, alright... you big baby.” She cupped his face and placed a feather-light kiss on his nose.

He smiled, “Not exactly what I had in mind but I’ll take it.”

She rolled her eyes and was about to lean in again when just then, someone knocked on the door. Kay went up to answer, “Nana?”

Her grandmother was holding a white box, “Hi Little Lady, the girls told me you left your clothes behind in Tiffany’s room when I went to check up on you all.” She noticed Cameron sitting on the bed, “Oh, hello Cam.”

He waved, “Grandma Daniels.”

“What happened to your face?”

“Uh...”

“Pierson was being an ass.” Kay said bluntly.

“Oh dear. You know, I never liked that boy, nothing like his sister.” The old woman said, handing her granddaughter the box, “Are you alright?” She asked Cameron.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No need to worry. Hopefully, it’s a good thing that I’m not the one getting married otherwise I’d be worried about the bruise not healing in time.” He joked

“Well, feel better dear. Take care of each other.”

“We will Nana. You sure you don’t want to stay for coffee or something?”

“Oh no, I’m off to take a nap and coffee will just keep me awake.” Kay’s grandmother smirked, “I’ll let you two get back to business.”

Kay felt her face flush, “Nana! We weren’t doing anything!”

“Kay, you are a grown woman. You don’t need my permission to be intimate with your man.”

“We weren’t being intimate.”

“Yet.” Cameron spoke up.

“Cameron.” She shook her head, “Not helping.”

Grandma Daniels laughed as she walked away, “I’ll see you two later”.

Kay shook her head at her grandmother’s antics, “Bye Nana.”

When Kay closed the door and turned around, Cam spoke up, “Did I ever say how cool I think your grandma is?”

Kay chuckled, placing the box on her suitcase, “She’s... something.” She took her clothes out of the box and headed to the bathroom. She soon came back out wearing her blue shirt and jeans, ”Want some coffee?”

“Would love some.” He replied, “Could you add some cinnamon?”

“Cinnamon?” She asked as she readied the pot, “You like cinnamon now?”

Cameron shrugged, “It’s grown on me.”

She smirked, rolling her eyes as she waited for the coffee pot. Cameron got up from the bed, walked over to Kay, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, “Cam?”

“Sorry, it’s just that... it’s nice to have these quiet moments.”

She gave a small smile, “It is...”She turned around in his arms and rested her forehead against his, “It really is.” She lifted her hands and cupped his neck, “Thank you for coming with me.”

Cameron smiled, “Thank you for inviting me. I feel like I’ve gotten to learn more about you and well...” He leaned in and lightly pressed his lips against hers before pulling back, “I get to do that now.”

Kay grinned, “And I...” She pulled him in, giving him a deep kiss as she ran her fingers through his hair causing him to give a slight moan before she pulled back, “I can do that.”

“You’re amazing Kay.”

“So I’ve been told”

The coffee pot dinged and Kay playfully pushed Cameron to the side, “Really?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to accidently spill coffee on you.” She smiled innocently.

Cam rolled his eyes as he sat at the foot of the bed, “Kay?”

“Hmm?”

“Want to finally go try the burgers at the pub here for dinner? Unless you had a big lunch.”

Kay thought for a moment, “I actually didn’t have lunch, was busy with the girls.” She said bringing the coffees over and sitting next to him.

“Early dinner then?” He said taking a sip of the hot drink.

“It’s a date.” Kay smiled.

“Unofficial date.”

Kay rolled her eyes, “Why is this so important to you?” She asked taking a sip of her coffee.

“You deserve the best.” He stated. He noticed Kay giving him a smile and a loving look in her eyes, “What is it?”

She took his hand in hers, “What did I do to deserve you?”

Cameron gave a nervous chuckle, “W-what are you talking about?”

“Cameron, I-I...”

“Yes?” He felt her grip on his hand loosen for a moment.

“I-I’m just... glad to have you in my life.” She said, kissing his cheek.

“Kay... I have to be honest with you” He said.

She took his mug and placed both on the table before coming back to sit on the bed, “What is it?”

“Kay... I know you deserve the best and I sure as hell intend to try and give you that because-”

She took his hands, “Cameron. You don’t need to prove anything to me.” She leaned in and kissed him.

Cameron’s eyes closed as Kay let her lips linger on his for a few moments, “I love it when you do that.”

She smiled, “Come on, let’s go have that early dinner date.”

“Let’s go.” He said taking her hand as they headed out the room. As they walked to the pub, Cameron wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

When they got to the pub, they ordered their burgers and fries along with beers from the local brewery. As they waited for their food, Stephanie walked over to them, “Hey guys.”

“Oh Stephanie. How are you?” Kay smiled.

“I’m great, just needed to take a walk and I’m getting some dinner for me and James to eat in our room.” The pregnant woman smirked, “I saw what you did to Pierson.”

“O-oh, about that-”

“Thank you for doing that!”

Kay became confused, “What?”

“That moron needed to be taken down a peg or two.” Stephanie laughed.

“Stephanie, I like the way you think.” Cameron said taking a sip of his beer.

“Number Eight! Two burgers, fries and onions!” The man behind the counter called out.

“Oh, that’s me.” Stephanie said, “Have a nice evening guys!”

Kay chuckled, “Bye Steph.” A few minutes later, their orders were brought to their table and they started eating and talking. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about. All of a sudden, Cameron stole one of Kay’s fries, “Hey!”

Cameron smirked, “You want it back?” He placed the fry between his teeth, “Come and get it.” Kay rolled her eyes and ripped half of the fry, taking it back. Cameron pouted, eating his half of the fry, “In hindsight that was a flawed concept.”

Kay smirked, “It was cute that you tried” Popping the fry into her mouth.

They soon finished their meal; they headed back to their room and decided to watch a movie.Kay laughed as Cameron made his comments, “Oh come on, how does she not know who Sophie’s father is at this point?”

“Well, you do you think it is?”

“I’d say Bill, just because it’s less obvious than Sam or Harry. You?”

“Personally, I think it’s Harry... but then again, I do have a bias for Colin Firth.”

Cameron raised an eyebrow, “Firth? Really?”

“What can I say? I was a fan of the original Mr Darcy.”

The movie soon ended and Cameron was still making comments about not knowing who Sophie’s father is, “We should probably get ready for bed.” Kay got dressed for bed as Cameron went to brush his teeth, when he came out, he saw Kay pull her hair out of her ponytail and became mesmerized.

“What?” She asked.

Cameron shook his head and cleared his throat, “N-nothing.”

They both climbed into bed and lay down, facing each other, “Good night Cameron.” Kay said as she closed her eyes.

Cameron smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on hers, “Good night Kay” She wrapped her arms around him as she tiredly snuggled into his chest. When he knew she was asleep, he whispered, “I love you.” She didn’t hear him but she smiled in her sleep as Cameron held her a little tighter, thankful for whatever higher power brought Kay into his life and that she chose him.

Okay! After this, the wedding stuff is gonna get into full swing and it’s gonna be... interesting to say the least. Hope you guys liked this chapter, I know it was kind of filler but that’s because a whole LOT is gonna be happening soon so stay tuned for that!

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my wish list – taegi

Taehyung received the perfect Christmas miracle when he won a giveaway from his favorite camboy, sugar_d, who was willing to fulfill his wish list.

taegi week 2017 – taehyung x yoongi

❅ Prompt: Wish List

❅ Elements: Smut  |  Camboy AU    ↪ smut includes fingering, dildo, and camsex

❅ Word Count: 4,271 words

❅ A/N: Un-proofread lmao cause MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! it is still the 24th somewhere so i made it :’) anyway this is a quick smut, hope u like it!

Congratulations, kimchifriend! You have been selected as the winner of sugar_d’s holiday giveaway. Please respond promptly to this message if you are available next Thursday at 9PM KST for the appointment. Otherwise, I’ll be selecting a new winner. I hope you can make it, sugar!

Taehyung had never won a single thing in his entire life. All the shitty lotteries he’s joined in college, whether it be mini-mart scratch-offs or useful prizes during club events, all his raffle tickets seem to lead him to a dead end. Now, Taehyung might be a little reckless, but he only invested in things he truly, truly liked.

Like sugar_d’s regular show which costed him a good chunk of his paycheck but was worthwhile considering how relaxed he felt after every viewing. Sure, it included a fuck ton of wrist jerking on his side, but whatever it took to get him off, he would do it. Graduating college and being on a full-time job that paid generously yet took up a great portion of his daily life meant that he could barely find time to unwind and, you know, get his sex life back on track. Porn helped sometimes, but the huge dicks and forced moans had begun to wear out.

Hoseok was the one that led him to stumble upon this man’s show. It was sort of funny really. Taehyung had been cynical of the whole concept, had laughed at Hoseok for paying monthly to watch people get themselves off in front of a camera.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

While Hoseok subscribed to the standard plan of his favorite camgirl, Taehyung had unconsciously clicked the premium button in his moment of weakness with trembling knees. He hadn’t even considered dropping the subscription anytime soon.

So, every Wednesday after work and Sunday after doing the usual house chores, Taehyung would whip off his sweats, settle back comfortably on his bed, and prop open his laptop. Then he could beat himself off, slick sounds bouncing off the four walls without a care.

When sugar_d announced that he would be having a giveaway, Taehyung knew that the chances of him winning were slim to none. It was a charity thing—the more you donated to him, the higher the chances of winning. Taehyung had bought one balloon raffle on the site since he didn’t have the heart or rationality to purchase more. He had his own bills to pay after all. One balloon raffle against the millions of others. The odds smacked him in the face.

However, that was what startled him about the email. For so long, he stared at the words printed on the screen, scanning over every line and curve and wondering if this was some sort of prank. Did he really—

In his moment of crisis of deciding whether he should reply and risk his dignity, another message popped up.

sugar_d: hey there! i know the site sent you an automated message but figured i’d send you a personal one to wish you a congrats for winning my giveaway!

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Taehyung let out a holler which prompted Jeongguk just a few feet away from him to jump. “Fuck, Guk, I won something. I actually won something!”

“Uh, congrats?” Jeongguk looked at him, puzzled, and returned to his game.

With trembling, excited fingers, he typed in his response, mouthing the words to himself to make sure that it sounded right.

kimchifriend: hOLY SHIT!!!! thank you so much??? i’ve never won anything in my life but this is like the goddamn lottery ty @Jesus

The typing bubble appeared for a little while, disappearing, then reappearing. Taehyung wondered if that had been too much of a response for something as small as a camboy private show giveaway. While waiting, he quickly clicked the confirm button to accept his gift and the notification celebrated his win with confetti on his screen.

sugar_d: pffft, sorry, i was laughing too hard to type. but i’m glad you think so! i see that you’ve confirmed. i’ll send you a list of things i won’t do, and so please don’t request any of those. if you want me to prepare things ahead of time, do send me your list! it’ll be a two-hour long show so buckle up, big boy

Taehyung was going to nut so good.

When the day arrived, he had managed to kick Jeongguk out of the apartment for a good two hours so he could comfortably relax without the risk of Jeongguk walking in on him with his meat in his hand. Not that they hadn’t seen each other’s dicks before, it just seemed safer to avoid any strange possibility of sexual tension between roommates.

sugar_d, who usually went by Suga, had given him a Skype account to add days ago, throwing in a kiss emoji that shot an arrow right through his poor, little heart. Taehyung had worked on adding him, but despite all that he knew about the science of the body and nature (biology major problems), he wasn’t the best at handling technology. Thus, when the time came that Suga called him on the program, he clicked the accept button and—

Holy fuck, his poor dick.

As requested, the guy was all dressed up in the prettiest babydoll that Taehyung had purchased for him. It was white to complement his milky skin with pink lace trimming. The skirt fell halfway down his thighs to continue to the stretch of his thin legs. He was kneeling on the bed, hands placed elegantly over his creamy thighs. His hair was a little messy, looked fucked out before they even began. His lips—fuck, they were glistening tantalizingly.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, pushing his face closer to his screen as if he could get a better look that way.

The chuckle that followed from the man on the other side had Taehyung’s dick twitching. “Hello, baby.” Taehyung wanted to cry. “I thought you wanted to be anonymous, but you’re pretty cute.”

His brows knitted in confusion at that until he searched the screen to find his face in a small corner of it. Oh shit, he forgot to turn off the camera. Taehyung fumbled around, flushing in embarrassment, “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to be a weirdo or anything, I know you don’t want to see faces. I’m new at this whole Skype thing.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Suga grinned, gummy teeth and crinkly eyes. Taehyung was in love. “I don’t think I’d mind watching you, if you don’t mind that is. I’ve never seen people react live to my shows so it would be a nice change.”

“Y-you want me to keep my cam on?”

Suga smiled, winking, “Only if you want to, baby.”

God, yeah, he definitely wanted to. A small part of him called him pathetic for imagining Suga to be some sort of boyfriend material that he was having camsex with. So sue him, he could let his imagination live if he wanted to. “Yeah,” Taehyung licked his lips, “but I can’t guarantee I won’t have, uh, a reaction.”

“Is it bad that I kind of want to see you play with yourself?” Suga’s pearly whites caught his bottom teeth, eyes looking up softly at the screen.

Taehyung felt all the blood rush south to press his hardening dick against the seam of his sweats. He wished he had put on something more attractive but he had on a ratty university tshirt and a pair of worn-out sweats. He hadn’t been expecting to be putting on a show for Suga in the first place. “I’m—shit, I’m really hard right now just from hearing you talk.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Suga laughed, “so just to confirm your small list here, which by the way, I was expecting to be longer and more extreme.” He dangled a sheet of paper in front of the camera that printed down everything Taehyung had asked for. Taehyung hadn’t gotten the chance to get down and dirty with anyone with full-blown kinks so he wasn’t quite sure what to throw into the list. “I’m kind of grateful you kept it simple.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, “I wasn’t expecting to win so I just… didn’t think this thoroughly.”

Suga grinned again, leaning forward to give a close up of his pretty face. God, Taehyung was so, so in love. “Don’t worry, baby, your list is perfect. It’s everything I can do so I can make sure that I give you the perfect show.”

“I think anything you decide to do will be perfect,” Taehyung blurted out then proceeded to blush. Why was he trying to do smooth pick up lines? Taehyung wasn’t smooth pick up lines. He was smooth and suave hidden in a full package of awkward and clumsy.

The man paused on screen, his face flattening to an expression akin to surprise. “That’s cute,” he finally said, amusement lacing his voice. “So, baby, are you going to play with me?”

Taehyung swallowed thickly and ignored the sudden throbbing in his pants. “C-can I?”

“Mhm,” Suga hummed and began to tease the thin strap of his little dress. “Show me what you got.” Taehyung inhaled sharply and nodded, pushing his laptop back a little and pulling down his pants. When Suga laughed, he looked up in alarm. “You’re not much of a tease, are you?”

“No, sorry,” he laughed, “more of a direct kill kind of guy.”

Suga grins, letting the straps drape around his arms. “I like it, it’s refreshing. Now come up, baby, let me see your cock.”

Taehyung nodded and sat back against the pillows, laptop in between his legs so his cock could be seen.

“Wow,” he let out a whistle, lips curling into a slow lazy smirk. “You’re so hung, God, bet you’d fill me up so good. Your cock is so thick.” The man licked his lips, which in turn had Taehyung squeezing his shaft to stop himself from jerking it hard and fast.

“Y-you think so?”

“One of the thickest I’ve seen, baby,” Suga drawls, slowly hiking the skirt up his thighs. Taehyung’s lips parted as his eyes focused on the tantalizing skin being exposed bit by bit. It was almost hypnotizing the way his small fingers drew the fabric upwards, higher and higher until Taehyung could see the hint of another layer of clothing covering his privates.

Taehyung wished that he could be there, catch that fabric between his teeth and tug it up himself. It was a tempting offer and Suga seemed very keen after seeing his dick—but then again, that was the way he worked. He teased, pulled and pushed, until all his viewers were tossing online money in his direction. Suga was one of the big pullers in the site, raking in thousands with one go that allowed him to purchase more toys and lingerie to please his audience. Other times, he survived on donations for pretty things that he could use during the show, like roleplay outfits and pretty panties.

He was the best crowd pleaser.

Even then as he let the hem fall over his thighs again, all Taehyung could do was miserably throw his head back and let out a pained moan. Suga giggled, a cute lilted tease, “Don’t you make the sexiest sound? You sound like this every time you get hot and bothered, baby?”

“Mmph,” Taehyung whined, “yeah, always like this.”

“Why don’t you boss me around? You know I like a man with authority.” Suga bit his plump bottom lip and coyly twirled his finger around the string of his dress. This was what Taehyung had placed on his list. Fuck.

Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers tightening around his dick, “Slip that thing off, doll. Take it off for me.”

Suga nodded and tugged the thin silk up. It looked so smooth and neat, sliding up his skin all too easily before finally lifting up to his stomach. His stomach was soft and pudgy, a cute thing that added to his innocence. However, that certainly wasn’t the aspect of him that caught Taehyung’s eye. His cock, hard and leaking, was peeking off the top of his panties. A pair of cotton white ones.

Holy shit. Taehyung could practically feel his eyes roll back as he uncapped his lube and drizzled it all over his cock.

“Sorry, baby,” Suga said, looking far from apologetic, “I played with myself a little earlier. Got myself a little messy.” As if to make his point, he pressed his index finger against the tip of his cock and raised it up, letting a string of precum that connected his digit to his length stretch. Even in the shitty connection, Taehyung could see the line. His lips parted almost instinctively, tongue practically salivating for it.

“I-I can help you with that,” Taehyung gulped, eyes still glued on how fucking fantastic Suga looked with with the panties pressing his cock up against his stomach. It was such a pretty little thing. Although he had never seen the man live, Suga’s cock looked much, much smaller compared to Taehyung’s. Not that it was a bad thing. Taehyung most definitely could work with it and might even have a thing for smaller cocks. There was something almost endearing, almost taboo about the size that had his mouth watering and throat drying.

The man looked up at him from his lashes as he nudged his hips forward a little. The action creating a friction that dragged his panties back slightly, tightening it around his hips. Fuck, what a sight. “Yeah? You think so, baby?”

“Yeah, sugar, I can try,” Taehyung rasped, gritting his teeth as he worked his cock slower. He couldn’t go too fast. If he came quickly, it would be so, so embarrassing. “How about you turn around and pull those panties up more, hm? Want to see it in your ass, doll.”

Suga squirmed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Turning around, he slowly bent over, taking his time to allow Taehyung the opportunity to appreciate that unblemished ass. Christ, if he were there, he would’ve wanted to imprint his handprint on that snowy skin, would’ve nibbled on the skin until the back of his thighs were littered with purples and blues. The pretty boy gave a small shudder when he tugged the fabric up between his cheeks, grazing it over his tight hole. He even went as far as to push it aside and give Taehyung a glimpse of that puckered opening.

Taehyung’s tongue absentmindedly poked out as if seeking out that opening. God, he wanted to eat that ass. “Y-you’re so gorgeous,” he stammered nervously, wrist still flicking to stroke his cock. “Get your lube, doll, I want to see you open yourself up for me. Can you do that?”

The man didn’t even blink before he quickly reached for his lube and drenched his fingers in it. He rubbed his fingers together before arching his back more, sticking his ass towards the screen. Fuck. Then his fingers ghosted over the entrance, his body shivering at the coolness of the gel as he teased the rim with a single finger. Taehyung moaned painfully and circled his fingers around his cock, stopping his level of libido that was climbing much too fast.

“D-do you think I’m pretty?” Suga asked, throwing a sultry, sweet look over his shoulder. It was both adorable and sexy, the combination lethal when Taehyung was already biting his knuckle to hold back his sounds of pleasure.

“You’re fucking beautiful, pretty,” Taehyung breathed, the oxygen barely making it into his lungs. The world seemed to crumble around him in this heavenly bliss when Suga finally pushed a finger in—one miserable finger. The hole tightened around his finger, sucking it in. Fuck, his ass must be so, so tight. Taehyung could imagine how his tongue would feel inside there. He could probably stroke every inch of his wall and swirl the muscle around and have the man writhing underneath him within minutes. It was torturous to see Suga dance a finger around the rim, dipping it every once in a while but never fully fingering himself. “Come on, doll, don’t tease me like this,” Taehyung protested weakly.

He’d be lying if it wasn’t doing wonders to his dick. Suga finally showed some semblance of mercy when he slipped a finger in and then added another. The blonde pressed his face deeper into the sheets, letting out a curse when he started to slide his digits in and out. Taehyung wished he could record this moment, how fucking incredible he looked. His fingers seemed to be swallowed in, vacuumed into the thick skin. It wasn’t long before Suga was shuddering, fingers stuttering in his ass. Taehyung watched him curl his fingers inside of himself, the tips of his fingers scraping his insides.

“Fuck, fuck, you look so good like that, sugar,” Taehyung choked, eyes slamming shut as he pushed away the urge to fucking come. He wasn’t even halfway done and Taehyung was already on the edge. “B-but I don’t want to come like this. Turn around for me again, on your knees.”

Suga whimpered but did as was told. And—fuck, Taehyung didn’t think it could get any better. However, the contrast between the purity of the pair of panties against the tip of his reddened cock, dripping with come rolling down and staining his underwear, might just be the death of him. What a wonderful death that would be.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung clenched his jaw, “how are you so beautiful, doll? God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ sexy and sweet. Whoever’s fucking you must be having the time of their life. Bet they get to enjoy that tight ass whenever they want.”

“N-nobody—” Suga’s breath hitched “—nobody’s fucking me right now. I just play with myself, it gets a little lonely.”

Taehyung’s lip quivered. Christ, this man really was going to end him. “Nobody, doll? God, you’re so pretty you deserve to be fucked good every night.”

“Wish I had that,” Suga moaned.

“Bounce on your fingers for me, doll. Fuck yourself like how you’d imagine me fucking you,” Taehyung instructed in a grunt. Suga followed his orders religiously, lifting his body up and dropping back down. His lips parted every time he sank down on his fingers, the long digits slipping inside and generating electricity that coursed through him. Taehyung drank in the sight, memorized every inch of Suga’s smooth skin coated with a sheen layer of sweat that was barely visible in the camera. It was pretty nonetheless to see him glisten from time to time underneath the lights.

“Hnng, fuck that feels so good, so tight—aah, I c-can feel it,” Suga whined, finding the rhythm to his movements and exerting enough source to build up the bubbling pleasure inside of him. Taehyung himself could feel flame lick up his skin, setting his entire body alight with thrill at the sight of the pretty boy. “Fuck, w-want your cock inside me instead,” he groaned, head lolling back as he relished in the utter deliciousness of the sensations.

Taehyung cooed, pupils dilating as his gaze traced over the man’s lithe frame, “You’re so pretty, doll. Look at your cock dripping so wet for me, what a good boy.” Suga let out a small, satisfied whimper at that. “God, what a gorgeous thing you are. I bet you’re always like this, hm? Always so wet for any guy who gives you a little attention?”

Suga’s body tensed up and an apology was already hanging on the tip of his tongue but the man was already releasing a loud moan from his lips. Whines that had fire igniting in every inch of his body escaped his throat, had Taehyung shifting himself and fucking his hand faster.

“Y-you have your toy, sugar?” Taehyung choked, eyes still wide to take in every bit of Suga. “Do you have a cock there with you to fill you up?”

The boy nodded quietly, face scrunched up as if he was deeply hurt. Taehyung was on the same boat, he supposed. The incessant throbbing of his cock was beginning to hurt and all he wanted was that sweet release. But he wanted to make the most of his time with Suga while he could, even if that meant he had t to endure a major case of temporary blue balls.

When Suga finally pulled out the object, Taehyung could already feel the come rising in his dick. Holy shit. The thing was thick and tan, might even rival Taehyung’s. It was the perfect size and, without being instructed to do so, Suga stuck the silicone into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, moving forward to get stare at Suga better as he took the toy deep into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip, he spat on it so he could move his fingers along the length. His eyes squeezed shut as he shoved it deep into his throat, nearly gagging on it. It really was such a pretty sight. Suga sucked on the thing like his entire life depended on it, taking almost the whole thing into his mouth and stroking the rest. Taehyung’s cock twitch with his imagining that it was his own length that Suga was swallowing. “Baby, please,” he begged pitifully, “please just—shit, just fuck it. I can’t—I don’t think I’ll last any longer.”

While before Taehyung felt in complete control of the situation, able to tell Suga exactly what he wanted, he was left a pleading mess in his hands at that moment. It was everything he could ever picture and more. He’s seen Suga take things into his mouth before—popsicles, lollipops, dildos, you name it—but it was different when he was doing it in a one-on-one show with a toy that looked almost identical to his dick. It was intimate, a private moment shared between the two. It really wasn’t fair to his dick nor his heart.

Suga, fortunately enough for the sake of his aching member, grinned wickedly and agreed. “How do you want me, baby?”

“On your back, lie on your back,” Taehyung panted desperately, twisting his fingers around his tender length. The friction provided some relief but it wasn’t enough, it really wasn’t. He wanted to see Suga come undone before him, needed it to reach the full extent of his climax.

The blonde laid down and slid his panties off, flicking them aside carelessly. Taehyung could only watch as he slowly pushed the toy inside of him. Every inch that fit into him provoked a whine or a squeak. He observed not so quietly as moans of his own tumbled from his lips. He jerked his cock, tugged it, squeezed it. Suga pushed the makeshift cock inside of him, nudging his hips so he could move it in tempo with his hand.

He kept fucking himself over and over, the cock had him whimpering on the bed, cock dripping a mess all over his sheets. Taehyung couldn’t breath, his breath choking up in his chest at the sight. His brain was going all haywire as he tried to control what remained of his self-restraint.

“Fuck, just like that, doll,” Taehyung grunted, thrusting his hips up. He could practically taste sex in the air, painting the picture of his cock sliding into the pretty boy in his mind. “Fuck yourself all good for me. Make yourself feel good. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, holy fuck.”

“Mm, hnnng, just like t-that,” Suga stammered to himself, pushing his body down against the dildo. “F-feels so good, wish it was actually you—shit, aaah—wish it was you fucking into me right now.”

“Me too, doll, me too,” Taehyung breathed, “fuck, I’m gonna come. M’gonna come so hard for you.”

Suga’s lips parted as he adjusted his position so he could see Taehyung. “Do it, baby, wanna see you spill all over your fingers. I want to see you—”

Before he could even finish, Taehyung was already pouring all over his hands, his wrists that had grown tired slowly doing to milk the last of his orgasm. It was a deliriously incredible high, a peak that had him muffling his groans into his voice. Taehyung let his head hit the back of his bed with a thump. “A-are you going to come with me, doll? Why don’t you do it? I-I wanna see you all over your hands, over your sheets, wanna know how fucking good it feels to get fucked like that.”

With a few more strokes, Suga was coming all over his stomach, panties still pushed aside and ripped at that point. It was a gorgeous sight and Taehyung swore that he could hear angels singing in the background.

“T-that was a good session,” Suga muttered afterwards, crinkling his nose as he wiped off the remnants of his desire from his body.

“Yeah,” he agreed, clearing his throat. His hand was still sticky but he couldn’t be bothered to move to clean himself up. He was feeling thoroughly fucked out without even doing the fucking. “Happy holidays, I guess.”

Suga snorted, “Happy holidays.”

sugar_d: hey, I know this is kind of weird but you wanna do that again sometime? Free of charge

sugar_d: just that i had a good time last time

kimchifriend: um??? Dude yes???? I mean im gonna keep subscribing to ur shit but a private show with you im always down

sugar_d: great :)

sugar_d: the name’s yoongi btw

kimchifriend: nice to meet ya, im tae

[sombraswaifu]

Psssst! Tracer, Sombra and Pharah for the classic "oh crap I went to this baseball game and I'm sitting by this really beautiful woman and I thought things couldn't get any worse but now the kiss cam is on us and we don't even know each other!" Does the overwatch world have baseball? Ima just say it has baseball. They/Them reader please! So everyone can read! Thank you!

AHHH THIS REQUEST I swoon~ 😍 I’m gonna have a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it too! Two of my best girls in this request (Hugs and Kisses From Mod Lottie y'all 💕)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

💛Tracer💛:

(A/N: I’m leaving Mercy’s date ambiguous because there are some hardcore shippers out there)

A good ol’ fashioned game of baseball is a nice way to blow off some steam on the weekend. You look around the full stadium and smile; there’s something about a crowd of fans watching a concert, or in this case, a sports game that fills you up with positive energy and straight up good vibes. You were near the end of one of the rows, the few seats beside you were empty so you thought maybe no one would sit there.

Boy were you wrong.

A couple moments later you saw a girl and two other people, a couple from what it seemed, taking the previously empty seats. Your eyes immediately locked onto the short haired brunette.

‘Oh no, she’s cute!’ You thought to yourself. You tried to look away before she made eye contact but as you looked away she saw you and smiled. You looked back and smiled with a small wave. 'Oh my god I hope I didn’t smile weird. Is my smile weird? Please lord tell me I don’t have a weird smile.’

She walked right towards you and took the seat right next to you. She leaned towards the blonde sitting next to her and said, “It’s nice to get outside of the office sometimes! Don’t you think? Nice people here too.”

The blonde responded but you couldn’t hear what she said, you were trying to figure out if she was referring to you as the 'nice people’. You snapped out of your thoughts by the girl’s voice.

“I heard there’s a kiss cam for this game! Maybe you two can show the stadium how into each other you are, and maybe I’ll get to kiss a cutie” She giggled. You knew there was no one else she’d be able to kiss other than you unless she was hitting on her friend in front of her date. You blushed at the thought of kissing this beautiful stranger but locked your sight on the game, taking all of your willpower not to look over.

The game was enough to distract you after you calmed down. You were so consumed in it that you totally forgot about your nervousness until the dreaded kiss cam showed up. Your breathing started to become a little shallow as you saw people on the camera. You were surprised when it landed on the girls friends, the ones who were on a date. You laughed a little, feeling a bit of familiarity seeing them on the big screen. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to see the brunette grinning at you.

“Whaddaya say we steal the show from em’ love birds huh?” She said with a bit if a blush. Before you could process what she said, she held your face delicately in her hands and gave you a soft, sweet kiss. You were shocked at first but soon you got into the rhythm of it and closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the moment.

Still in the girls embrace, you looked up at the screen and realized you did in fact steal the kiss cam from her friends. You laughed blissfully as you looked up at the screen. She leaned in and whispered her name in your ear.

Lena.

You grabbed your bag, pulled out a pen, and wrote on Lena’s arm.

She looked at her arm and smiled. On her arm was your name, number, and a heart to top it off.

“You’re a great kisser (Y/n).”

💜Sombra💜:

Ok this was super weird? You could’ve sworn that when you got your tickets that you and your friends would all be sitting together. How did you end up in the VIP section with this gorgeous woman beside you? You had insisted with the ticket masters that this wasn’t your seat but here you were anyway. You looked over at the girl and watched her as she typed away at her hovering key pad with one hand and took a sip of her drink she held in her other hand. There was something so alluring about her. Maybe it was her mysterious yet carefree aura? Maybe it was her pretty round eyes or her soft looking skin? Maybe it was that knowing smirk of hers– wait why is she smirking like that?

“You enjoying the game or the view?” She laughs, her eyes not leaving whatever it was she was doing. You whipped your head the other way, totally embarrassed that you were staring.

“I’m so sorry!” You uttered, shutting your eyes as you cringed slightly. She chuckled lightly which caused you to look her way again and met her light yet captivating gaze.

“Don’t apologize. I would be lying if I said I didn’t sneak a couple glances your way while you weren’t looking. Now we’re even, and I’m glad I seem to catch your attention as much as you do mine.” She leaned more towards you now with that flirtatious look on her face. You didn’t really know how to handle that so you just started to chug your drink as if it was going to wash away your flustered state.

“Heh, someone sure is thirsty.”

You almost choked as you heard her say that. You almost died from what you saw next.

Up on the big screen was the kiss cam and, of course, you saw your bewildered expression and the woman’s smug one.

“Oh my, didn’t see that coming.” The tone in her voice suggested otherwise. She used her finger to gently move your head to face her. Pulling you towards her, she laid a gentle kiss on your lips that felt like it lasted an eternity and yet felt like it ended too soon at the same time.

After you gained your composure back, she stood up and looked like she was about to leave. You looked up at her in confusion, which made her look at you like you were a cute little puppy that had grown attached to her.

“I’d love to stay with you but I have some other things to attend to. The name is Sombra by the way, and don’t worry, we’ll be seeing each other a lot after this.” She walked towards the exit of the VIP booth and gave you one final wave and a little wink.

“I’ll keep in touch!”

And with that she was gone, and you desperately wanted to find out more about her and how she would even be able to contact you since you didn’t exchange info with her. As you looked down at your phone, you saw a bunch of missed calls and texts in all caps from your friends and one from an unknown number.

'See you soon~’

((I’ll add Pharah’s later, I’m having massive writers block for her part. Hope you enjoy these two for now!))

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Hiii!❤️ I was wondering if you could say what you're working on? I'm so excited to read all of your new stuff❤️

Hi! Oh golly this will be a long list. I really need to update our working on page. I’m sorry that I didn’t get to post this earlier. I meant to post it on the way to the baseball game I went to today, but mobile is stupid.

Some requests we don’t know who’s going to work on them for sure yet, so if someone’s request isn’t on here don’t worry it will be worked on soon. If they’re undecided it doesn’t mean we don’t like them. It just means that we’re trying to see who can do it better. Or I forgot who was doing them because I may have been watching AHS when we decided who was doing what… sorry about that, guys. A lot of the newer ones are undecided since we haven’t had a chance to call dibs or anything

I THINK I GOT THEM ALL, WHEW

(Admin Cam gonna need some holy water)

Admin Cam:

Baby Danvers Fic

Anything Sin Bin

Chubby fem reader x Karawho's nervous and ashamed of their body so they hold off sex with them so Kara being the loving girlfriend she is makes sure the reader knows how beautiful and sexy they are. And sex times happen with the reader feeling good enough for Kara.

Reader and Marley have been dating for several months and one night when they are watching a movie, or making out with the movie in the background, Marley admits that she’s ready to take it to the next step

“Is this okay baby? It doesn’t hurt right?” “N-no, it’s g-good” “Yeah? You like that” with Marley Rose and Lena Luthor

Marley is a virgin but reader is not, and they’re making out on Marley’s bed when she decides that she’s ready to take it to the next step. And reader is like super gentle and loving and caring Marley, and just makes sure that Marley has an absolutely amazing time.

Daddy! Lena or Morgana x fem!reader

“Hey babe? You wanna eat out today?” with Kara

Reader and Kara “Can I tell you a secret?” “Yes, of course!” *leans closer and whispers in ear* “I’ve always wanted to take you against that desk of yours, bend over and ravage you until you beg me to stop” *gulps and blushes* “And now that we’re here, I was thinking we could make my dreams come true?” *blushes and nods frantically*

“That’s a really short skirt” with Kara

“What are you doing here?” and “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” with Kara

Lena x Reader inspired by the song Necessary Evil by Nikki Yanofsky

Kara admits to reader that she has a bit of a fetish/kink for being dominated by someone powerful. So, reader dresses up as a police officer and surprises Kara when she gets home.

Kara blowing out her powers and she comes home, absolutely exhausted, only to find her two girlfriends, Lena and reader, waiting for her dressed in all black leather outfits, both ready to take good care of their now human girlfriend.

Anything Marley

Kitty is Cat Grant’s daughter and Kitty lives with her mom after school is over. Marley comes to visit Kitty and she meets Kara, whom she gets along with quite well. Kara takes her to meet Lena for a lunch date, but Supergirl duties call and she has to leave, which leaves Marley alone with Lena. And they both just instantly connect and fall for each other and they kiss and get together.

“O-oh t-that’s not what I-I expected you t-to wear o-on Halloween” *smirks* “Is there something wrong with this baby?” *moves closer* “I-I ye-n-no no, you look g-good” With Marley Rose and reader dating, and reader dresses up as Catwoman for Halloween, with the whip and everything.

Marley and Kara fell in love

Marley thinks it’s hot that her girlfriend (reader) can easily pick her up of the ground and carry her around as if she weighs nothing. And reader totally takes advantage of it and picks her up during a makeout session.

Marley falling in love with Lena

Marley and Supergirl fall in love

The reader is popular and is Quinn’s little sister. She has a huge crush on Marley and tries to get the girl.

“Can I tell you a secret?” “Of course!” *leans closer and whispers in ear* “Kissing you has been on my mind the entire day” *gasps* “r-really?” with Kara (this may end up being smut, but I put it here in case it doesn’t)

Reader scares Lena so bad she starts crying and reader feels bad so they buy her tons of little gifts.

Reader is laying on her bed, she’s on her side, wearing sleeping shorts and a sports bra, reading a book when Kara comes home. Kara sees her girlfriend on the bed and just crawls over to her, and cuddles her from behind, leaving cute kisses and bites along her neck and shoulder.

Reader comes home from the cinema after having watched a horror movie with her friends and she’s terrified. Kara is her loving self and is there to comfort reader, after having scared the crap out of her by accident.

Lucy x Reader: Lucy getting the reader flowers for Valentine’s day and kissing them, shocking everyone.

Lucy x Reader: Mina is your sister and she found out you and Lucy have been dating.

Lucy x Reader: where you’re Mina’s sibling and Lucy has a crush on you.

Reader is home alone and smart as she is, she watches a horror movies, so she gets terrified and hides in her bedroom. Kara is out patrolling the city and hears reader (whom is also her girlfriend) crying, she burst through her window and runs to reader, whom gets terrified at first when she sees Kara coming running through her door. They end up cuddling in bed, kissing a little, with Kara holding reader as tight as possible.

Lena x Reader: Lena thinking she was successfully hiding her feelings for the reader, but they admit that they know and feel the same for her.

Admin Lily:

Morgana x reader: helping Morgana and Aithusa escape from Sarrum’s prison and afterwards giving her a lot of love and kisses because that’s what she deserves

Morgana and reader fell in love before Morgana turned and knew about the magic and promised to protect her. They still love Morgana but couldn’t condone her actions. Morgana kidnaps them and it comes out that the reader has been protecting Morgana this whole time

Morgana x Reader “I’m not giving up on you Morgana, I never will.”

Kara helping a male reader with his depression getting worse because his friends abandoned him.

Morgana x Reader being Morgana’s crush and being completely oblivious to it, so Merlin, your best friend, tries to help her a bit (Admin Cam might add a little)

Fem!Reader has been married to Lena for years, the reader had an accident and lost her memories, she doesn’t remember being married to Lena. Lena is crushed and tries to help the reader to get her memories back because she can’t live without her in her life.

Both Admin Cam and Lily:

Morgana Fic

Dating Lucy Would Include

Morgana x Gwen Fic

Lucy falling for the reader who is Alexander’s sister and a vampire.

Being a Werewolf and Dating Morgana Would Include

Fem!reader is Lena’s daughter, but Lena had her when she was really young like the reader is 15 and wants to find Lena a girlfriend and Kara didn’t know about reader but Lena tells her and Kara thinks reader is a baby and she invited them to game night just to surprise about reader and reader trying to set Lena up with everyone in game night. Supercorp and reader giving the talk to Kara

Undecided: Will be decided soon since I kinda forgot who’s doing what. Really sorry about that.

Lucy being overwhelmed with the reader’s beauty.

Lucy x Reader: Mina tries to embarrass Lucy whenever the reader is talking to them because she knows Lucy has a crush on the reader.

Lucy Westenra imagine like how she and Lady Jayne kissed but it’s reader and Lucy kissing.

Reader finds out Lucy is a vampire, but Lucy thinks the reader will hate her but doesn’t hate her.

Morgana x Fem!Reader oneshot where reader is running from knights trying to kill her since she has magic and ends up running into Morgana who she fears will kill her. Morgana ends up saving her though after learning why the knights are after her and reader turns out to be the princess of a neighboring kingdom.

Lena Luthor x Student!Reader where the reader has been getting close to them for a while, but one day in class they all make fun of the reader because they just came out and so Lena comes out to the class and gives them a lecture which makes them shut up. Then there’s a bit of fluffy romance after class.

[lovely-bangtan7]

Fanmeeting pt1

Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1762

Requested by @theelvensketches​

Plot: You meet Jimin at a Fanmeet and he starts to take interest in you.

A/n: This was actually supposed to be a OneShot, which was requested, but I decided to make 2  (maybe 3) parts! I hope you enjoy it!

Today is the day. I am finally going to meet my favourite group BTS at one of their fan meeting. I have been waiting for this day since ages and today I am able to see my all time Bias Park Jimin in person. I feel a bit giddy with excitement, not able to wait for it, as the hours, this morning feel like they were going to last for days and weeks.

It's 11 p.m and I have still 6 hours left. A lot of time to get ready for the Fanmeeting. I need to be extra beautiful for today, to make a good impression for my idol and that's why I have been planning my outfit and makeup for weeks. I decided for a grey skater skirt, a white top, a bleck leather jacket and white Adidas shoes. For my makeup, i decided to keep it simple with some foundation, mascara and some eyeliner and I style my hair in some loose curls.

As I make my way to the fanmeet, I receive a phone call, which I answer immediately.

„Hello?! Girl, where are you? I am already here and I hope that you are almost here as well?!“ My best friend (Y/B/F/N) yells into the phone due to the loud noise at the place where we are supposed to meet. This girl is always earlier than supposed time, to make sure that she won't run late. Or she just couldn't stand to wait any longer. „I am on my way! Don't worry, I will be there in 20!“ I yell back into the phone, to make sure that she will hear what I am saying.

„You better hurry and are in less than 20 Minutes here! I am all alone between crazy fangirls. I feel lonely! HURRY!“ And with that, she hung up. Being there in less than 20 minutes? Sure, I will just ask the Busdriver to skip some bus stops, if I explain to him that I want to meet some idol teens, he will surely understand.

There is 1 hour and 15 Minutes to go, only this one hour and a few minutes of waiting, separates me from meeting BTS. The excitement in my stomach grows from time to time. I really want this hour to go by quick, but the time doesn't want to pass by as quick as I wish to. The 20 minute bus ride proceeds smoothly. I listen to some BTS' music as I stare out of the window. The weather is perfect for a fan meeting. It is a warm early summer day, the sun is shining brightly through the leaves of the trees which are standing next to the street. The bus is filled with a lot of people, most of them are Armys, BTS' fans. All of them are also heading to the fan meeting with BTS. They are talking abut their biases and favourite songs. The girls and boys here are bonding and creating new friendships. That's what I love the most about being in a fandom. People who have been strangers to each other are becoming friends because they share the same passion.

Just as I arrived at my aim bus stop, which is right next to the hall, I can already see all the fans gathering together. Peoples are standing outside waiting to go into the hall. A big queue has been created. I walk around the place to find (Y/B/F/N) in the big group of fangirls and fanboys. I knew that a lot of people would come today, but I didn't expect that this amount of fans would come here, this makes it really hard to find my friend. There are so many people, roughly who are running around, trying to squeeze themselves into the queue, probably trying to find their group or so, here and there are fans who start randomly screaming, catching the attention of some others.

I am still trying to find my friend „God...where is this girl?“ I told myself. I should have asked where she is waiting for me, it would be a lot easier to find her. After 10 minutes I have found her. She is standing in the queue being squeezed by many girls. (Y/B/F/N) is wearing some black hot pants with a rose crop top and her (Y/B/H/C) hair tied up in a high ponytail. I walk up to her screaming her name to get her attention! „You took way to long, young girl!“ she scolds me instead of greeting me. „It's hard to find your ugly ass in the mass of hundreds of people. You should have told me where you are waiting for me, stupid butt.“

Together we stand in the crowded queue, being shoved by the people waiting as well. It's a mess. I feel relieved when we are allowed to enter the main hall. (Y/B/F/N) and I got good places near the stage since we run for our lives to get them. Now only a few minutes are left and then I am going to see Jimin. My stomach is almost exploding through the excitement and then the lights turn slowly off and the boys come out on the stage. The fans start screaming and cheering for the boys. Without thinking I also start screaming for them  „Park Jimin! Saranghae!“. (Y/B/F/N) starts laughing at me and also cheers for Jin. For a moment I forgot myself and start jumping, continuing to scream for Jimin. Suddenly the crowd goes silent as the boys want to introduce themselves one by one, but I had to scream again, catching their attention. „Christian ChimChim!“ Everyone in the hall starts laughing and Jim stares into my direction and sends a finger heart. But I don't think that he actually knows that I have screamed, so he must have shot his heart blindly into my direction.

After introducing themselves, we fans are allowed to up on the stage and talk with the boys. I watch them as they integrate with their fans, doing cute poses for them and also waving for and who are filming them and doing aegyo from time to time. The boys also goof around with each other and the presents they get from their fans. But i keep my attention at Jimin who is doing a cute v-pose for a girls fan cam. I try to make a picture of him with my phone as he turns to my side and winks cutely. I start to squeal and my face turns red. I turn around to (Y/B/F/N) who grins at me with a bright face. Both of us start to fangirl over this little moment. I can't actually believe what has happened. This is surely on of the best day of my life. I catch Jimin a few times peeking over my direction and quickly turning his attention back to the fan in front of him. He might do this out of reflex, since idols always scan the crowd, sending hearts and waving the fans.

15 Minutes have passed until it is our turn to go to the boys' table. I take out my You Never Walk Alone album out, asking the boys to sign it for me. The first one of them is J-Hope. He greets me with his signature sunshine smile and asks me how I am. After meeting him the order continues with RapMonster, V, Jungkook, Jin, Suga and lastly Jimin. Every one of them greets me kindly and I got the chance to speak with them for a short time. We exchanged handshakes and a few high fives, before I meet Jimin. As I said my goodbye to Suga I move towards Jimin, who recognises me from earlier and mocks me with a high pitched voice „Christian ChimChim!“. Both of us start laughing. I try to hide my now red face with my hands as I try to say something. „I am sorry,“ I say giggly. „Ah, no! It's okay, it was really cute!“ He takes my hands so he can see my face. „Don't hide your beautiful face.“ he coos at me. I am trying to hold myself back or else I will end up screaming into his face. To distract myself, I show him the album and ask him if he could sign it for me, which he kindly does. He signs the album with his name and adds a little heart next to it. As a goodbye, he takes my hands once again and squeezes them and looks me into my eyes. „See you soon, yeobo!“ He says and I move away from him waving goodbye. That's it. I just met him and now it's over. I am happy, but also somehow sad. I waited for this moment for days and it has only lasted for a few seconds. I turn around to see him with another fan, but he turns his face to me and waves me.

After the end of the Fanmeet, I walk out of the hall with (Y/B/F/N), listening about the things Jin has told her. I study her face, right now she looks like the happiest girl on the earth. I can understand. Meeting your bias is the best feeling. In this little moment, you feel so many emotions. Joy, love, and euphoria. You want to jump around of excitement and you would like to hug your favourite person and never let them go. It's a moment you keep treasured deep in your heart.

The two of us walk out on the evening of this warm day. I take out my signed Album and view it, as i notice a small paper tucked between the pages of the photos in the album. Someone has put a small note into my album unnoticed. It says to meet the person at 9 p.m at the back of the hall building. I stop abruptly, not paying attention to my friend anymore who turns around and asks me if something has happened? „Everything okay with you? Have you forgotten something? Do you hear me?!“ I do hear her, but as I check the time, I realise that the anonymous person wants to meet me all ready in 10 minutes. I turn around, ignoring my friend and start running back to the building where the fan meet was held.

Who wants to meet me?

[thefanfichotspot]

five

I was in awe. Not the good type of awe, the more...disgusted type of awe. What I was looking at was absolutely indescribable; I was baffled, really. And to think, I was what stood between life and death to him.

Axel, pale skinned and blonde-haired, stood shirtless in my daughter’s unfinished nursery. A plethora of spray paint cans littered the floor around us as I stood back and watched him work effortlessly. He paid me no mind, bobbed his head to the tunes spilling out of the bluetooth speaker placed away from the mess. I watched the muscles flex in his shoulders, and his many tattoos swayed along with his movements. What intrigued me, though, was the old scar framing the left side of his ribcage. It began right under his breastbone and stretched to almost the middle of his back.

“What was it like?” I shouted over the music. I guess he forgot I was in the room with him because he nearly jumped and turned to look at me. Confusion stained his face as he turned the volume down a little on his phone. I nodded towards his chest.

He grinned. “That? Oh, it hurt like a bitch. But it was my own fault.”

“What did they do to you?”

He paused and exchanged the nozzle on his paint can for a different one. “Shit I forgot what they called it. Hemothorax, I believe.” When I didn't say anything, he paused the music altogether. “Wait no, it's called Pneumothorax. They punctured my lung.”

“And it caused that?” I pointed to his scar.

He chuckled, “Yeah. At first it wasn't bad; they only needed to give me a tube to drain the excess air. But after a couple days, it didn't get better so they went ahead and operated.”

“How long were you in the hospital?”

“A week? Maybe two.” He met my eyes with a nonchalant shrug. “If you wouldn't have helped me out, I wouldn't be standin’ here today. Everyday I thank God you were there.”

I cocked my head to the side in confusion, I couldn't help it. “Nigga, God let this happen to you. Why you still thankin’ him for letting you get hurt.”

“I used the ask myself that very same question,” he admitted, shaking a can of paint. “But then I thought about it. I know they tried to kill me, but did they?”

I shook my head.

“No weapon formed against you shall prosper, nigga.” He laughed at himself, and I snorted with laughter.

“How you gonna quote a bible verse and add profanity at the end. Ain't that blasphemy? Nigga, he's gonna strike your ass with lightening.”

He laughed out loud and waved me off. “Whatever. Yo can I have a Gatorade?”

I nodded and headed for the door. “No doubt. I'll get one for you.”

He didn't even wait for me to leave the room. The music started back up, and he was back in his zone as if our entire conversation never happened.

Here I was. Probably the last place I wanted to be, simply because of my ego. I didn't think I was in the wrong; to me, I had every right to question who she was sleeping with because she was carrying my child. In no way would I try to dictate who she could and couldn't see, but as a father I would love to know who's around my daughter. Wouldn't any father? Knowing that anything could put my baby girl in harm’s way.

But maybe the real reason I was here was because of the talk I had with Axel. I can admit I was scared of this wager I agreed to. I knew I couldn't take it back, and I began to think that my days on this earth were numbered. So why not fix my relationships with everyone while I still had the time.

I knocked once, twice, three times. I waited, hands sweating in my pockets. When the front door swung open, I let go of the breath I didn't even know I had been holding.

“Trey?” She flipped on the porch light to see better. She wanted to smile so bad, but she refrained to make a point that she was still very much mad at me. “What're you doing here? Why do you look like that?”

“I'm sorry,” I blurted. It was a partial truth.”I had no right to disrespect you like I did. You don't deserve that.”

She nodded, and I could see her shiver. She only wore a sports bra and some boy shorts, her belly as big as ever. “I appreciate the apology, Trey.” She met my eyes. “Would you like to come in?”

She stepped aside and I closed her front door when I followed her. Her hand held her lower back as she waddled over to her couch. “You aight, Cam?”

She nodded, shooting me a small smile. “I'm so out of breath, lately. She's as active as ever. I can barely do things for myself now. I could barely get off the couch a second ago.”

“And you're living here alone? When is your mom coming to stay with you?”

She shrugged, tossed her feet up on the couch cushion. “I told her to hold off for a couple days. As of right now, I'm fine.”

“Cam,” I sighed. “Your due date is less than two weeks away. You know what that really means? You could go into labor at any minute. I don't think I want you to be here by yourself this close to delivery. That's not the safest thing to do right now.”

“Trey, I'm not having any contractions or Braxton Hicks.” As she rubbed her belly, she started at me in reassurance. “Trust me enough to tell you if I start to feel any different?”

She didn't know I was really hinting at her staying with someone just in case things went left with Spyder. Granted, I don't believe any of the guys knew of my family, besides Axel and Jermaine. My only hope was that they keep my business discreet as much as possible.

“You got my mom’s number,” I reminded her, giving in. “She's a lot closer than your mom is. Promise me you'll use it if something happens and I'm not reachable.”

“Why wouldn't you be reachable, Trey?” Her eyes narrowed. “Are we really having this discussion again? Really, Trey? I hate when you beat around the bush. What are you involved in that could make you unreachable at a time like this?”

“Cam, look, just know that everything I do, I do for your and baby girl’s benefit. Everything.”

“That doesn't make me feel any better,” she muttered. “Are you selling drugs or something?”

I couldn't help but laugh at her. “No, Cam. Of course not.”

“Then why are you being so damn secretive?” She crosses her arms. “Excuse my language.”

“The less you know, the safer you are. Don't you trust me, Cam?”

“I don't know anymore.”

I stood to my feet then. This conversation was over. I was hurt, not gonna lie. I'd never really done anything for her to question her safety. Well, not until now. But she didn't know that. For all she knows, she's safe as can be and there's nothing to worry about. In reality, she had every reason to worry if this bet didn't turn out how I wanted. She'd never speak to me again if she knew what I was actually involved in, and I would never see my daughter.

Now more than ever, I needed her to trust me. It would give me motivation to take the right steps, no matter what the outcome was.

She didn't object to me leaving. She didn't even walk me to the door. I closed it as I left, and my pocket vibrated. A text from an unknown number.

9:52pm [unknown number]

Your time starts now.

[5hfanfiction]

Come Back, Be Here - Chapter 26

After spending an hour on the phone with Epic Records, Camila is finally able to convince them to let her come to LA after New Years to record her album instead of after Christmas. They want her to come in as soon as possible, but she told them she wanted to ring in the New Year with her friends. When she walks back into the living room, she continues the task she was working on before she got the call: wrapping Christmas presents. When she finishes wrapping Lauren’s present, she inspects her wrapping job before turning to her best friend. “You promise my gift isn’t stupid, Dinah?” Camila chews on her bottom lip nervously as she stares at the gift in her hands. “I promise, Chanch. Now stop worrying.” Dinah pats the Latina’s knee. “You could get the girl a garbage bag full of trash and she’d probably treasure it forever.” Because she’s whipped and so fucking in love with you, Dinah thinks. “Now I know that you said you wanted to give it to her in private so you better go ahead and go over there before the other girls arrive.” The Polynesian pulls the brunette to her feet and gestures toward the door. “But what about-” “Kaki, I’ll be here when you get back just goooo.” Sofi stands up from the couch and pushes her sister to the door. “I’ll watch Mini Chanch here.” Dinah ruffles the younger Cuban’s hair. “Don’t corrupt her while I’m gone.” Camila points to her eyes and then points at her best friend while mouthing ‘I’m watching you.’ “No promises.” Dinah winks and the brunette just rolls her eyes before exiting their apartment. Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, Camila thinks as she tries to no avail to slow down the pace of her heartbeat. When she finally gets up the courage, she raps two times on the door. Seconds later, it swings open and brown eyes meet bright green ones. So much for the fucking heart calming exercises, Camila thinks as her heart starts beating erratically in her chest once again. “Hey, Camz.” Lauren smiles as she reaches her hand up to take a curler out of her hair. “I’m sorry if I’m late, I haven’t even looked at a clock-” “No, you aren’t late. You still have about 10 minutes until Ally and Normani arrive.” Camila reassures the brunette as she nervously rocks back and forth on her heels. “I just uh wanted to come give you your present early because I wanted it to be more intimate when we exchanged gifts.” Intimate? You couldn’t think of a better word? What the actual fuck Camila, the young Latina internally chastises herself. Lauren just stands in the doorway, a fond smile making it’s way to her lips as she watches Camila’s face flush. So fucking cute, Lauren thinks as she admires the bashful side of her wife. “I’d actually love to exchange gifts now.” Lauren chimes in and puts the younger girl out of her misery. “Let me just take these out.” She points to the curlers in her hair before retreating to the bathroom. “Make yourself at home!” Camila nods and enters the apartment. She sets the present down on the couch so she can pet the dog who is currently napping on the sofa. She pries her eyes away from the sleeping canine when she hears the bedroom door open again. Lauren walks out seconds later, her brown locks curled to perfection and a small, wrapped box in her right hand. The green-eyed girl coaxes Cam to sit on the arm chair and when he does, she plops down on the sofa next to Camila. “Hi.” She breathes out as she stares into vibrant brown eyes. “Hi.” Camila responds, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “Is that for me?” She wiggles her eyebrows as she stares at the small gift in Lauren’s hands. “No, Dinah.” Lauren dead pans. “I kind of forgot to get you something.” “Well I’m sure Dinah will love it.” Camila nods, trying to hide her smile. Lauren turns the box over in her hands before speaking up again. “Well would you look at that. I made a mistake. This little thing actually is for you.” She beams. “See, it has your name on it.” The older girl points to the name tag that reads 'Camz.’ Lauren places the box in Camila’s lap and the younger Latina’s eyes brighten. She immediately starts unwrapping the gift, and once all the paper is removed, she holds a black velvet box in her hands. Her eyes find green ones and she stares at Lauren quizzically. The latter just nods, silently encouraging her to go on and open it. Camila carefully opens the box and sucks in a quick breath when her eyes land on a silver necklace with a pendent that is shaped like a sun and covered in diamonds. “Because you’re my sun, Camila.” Lauren whispers and Camila shoots her head up again to meet green eyes. “You’re warm and always glowing. You light up my entire world.” Camila feels tears well up in her eyes as she stares at the incredibly thoughtful gift. She rubs her fingers over the small sun. “It’s beautiful, Lo.” Camila immediately wipes away a stray tear that has fallen to her tan cheek. “It’s not much…” Lauren starts and Camila just shakes her head. “You’re wrong.” She looks up and moves her left hand to rest on top of both of Lauren’s that are currently folded in her lap. “It’s everything.” She admits and Lauren looks down so she can hide the blush that is quickly rising to her cheeks. Camila leans in and places a kiss to one of the ivory cheeks. When she pulls back, she immediately studies the beautiful necklace again. “Now I’m embarrassed to give you my gift.” Lauren shakes her head. “Don’t be, I’ll love it.” Camila nods and grabs the large present and sets it on Lauren’s lap. The green-eyed girl immediately starts tearing off the paper that covers the gift and when she gets it all off, her eyes light up as she holds the canvas in her hands. Her smile widens when her eyes scan the canvas. It’s a painting of Lauren, Camila, and Cam. Dinah gave Camila the picture after she confessed that she took it the night Camila found Cam on the beach. The younger Latina is holding the puppy in her arms and Lauren is sitting beside her, petting the little guy and looking fondly at Camila. “How-” Lauren opens her mouth and then closes it back. “I stalked one of your students and they agreed to paint it for me.” Camila admits and Lauren just chuckles. “It’s perfect, Camz.” Lauren’s eyes scan the painting, taking in every little detail of it and feeling proud that one of her students painted such a beautiful piece. “Well that’s not all.” Camila smirks while pulling out an envelope from her jacket pocket. “Camz.” Lauren groans. “This is more than enough.” “I mean, I can resale the concert tickets if you don’t-” “Now lets not be irrational.” Lauren takes the envelope that Camila is holding out and the younger Latina just smirks. “Thought so.” Camila winks and Lauren just shoots her a playful glare as she tears open the envelope. When two concert tickets and a piece of paper fall on her lap, she picks all three up. Her eyes read the name on the tickets and they widen. “Zara?!” She looks up and Camila nods, a huge smile on her face. “Check the paper.” Camila coaxes and Lauren unfolds the paper. “MEET AND GREET HOLY SHIT CAMZ!” The green-eyed girl squeals as she tosses the tickets aside and launches herself at the brunette. “I hope this means you love them.” Camila bites her lip and Lauren pulls back. “Of course I do!” The girl places her hands on Camila’s cheeks. But I love you more, she thinks as she stares into brown orbs. She leans in slowly and places a tender kiss to the girl’s forehead. When she pulls back, she reaches down and picks up all the tickets that she threw a second ago. “Since there are two, does that mean I get a plus one?” Lauren asks. “Well a concert wouldn’t be fun to go to alone now would it?” The younger Cuban raises an eyebrow and Lauren shakes her head. Before she can speak up and ask Camila to be her plus one, someone starts banging on the door. “Camren! It’s time to eat!” They hear Dinah yell and both girls roll their eyes. Lauren retreats to her room to grab her gifts for the girls before following Camila into her and Dinah’s apartment. After they all eat and exchange gifts, Normani, Ally, Camila, and Sofi settle on the couch to watch Christmas movies. Dinah, however, grabs Lauren and jerks her into the kitchen. “Dinah what the-” Lauren starts, but shuts her mouth when a long circular tube is placed in her hands. She looks at it momentarily before looking up at Dinah. “I thought you said my gift was on back order?” “After you open it, you’ll see why I said that.” Dinah gestures toward the package and Lauren gives in and opens it. She pulls a cap off the end of it and reaches down into the tube to retrieve the rolled up poster. She unrolls it and holds it out in front of her. A huge grin immediately makes it’s way across her face. “Well well, you kept your promise.” She glances at Dinah. “I always do.” Dinah smirks. “Told you I’d blow it up into a poster for you. I did decide to add a couple of more pictures to it though.” Lauren smiles as she studies the poster. It’s a collage of pictures of her and Camila. She sees the one of the two of them cuddled up on the air-mattress the night of the sleepover and the one of her kissing Camila’s head while she was asleep on her shoulder on the plane to LA. “I know, I know. I should be a professional photographer.” Dinah tosses her hair over her shoulder and Lauren finds herself nodding in agreement. She must admit that these pictures are quite adorable. Before she can speak up, Dinah holds a finger up. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Lauren furrows her eyebrows, but remains standing in the kitchen like she’s told. Seconds later, Dinah returns with Sofi in tow. “Little Cabello here has something to give you too.” Dinah announces and Sofi nods before sauntering over to a drawer and opening it. She pulls out a smaller wrapped gift and then walks over and places it in Lauren’s hands. “It’s not much.” She offers a small smile and ducks her head. Lauren’s heart melts and she kneels down to be eye level with Sofi. What can she say, she has a soft spot for Cabello girls. “I’m sure it’ll be the best gift I’ve gotten all night.” Lauren promises and watches in adoration as Sofi lifts her head up and smiles brightly. The green-eyed girl tears away the wrapping paper and her heart melts again when she holds a picture frame in her hands. It’s a framed drawing that was definitely done by a kid. “Did you make this?” Lauren looks up at Sofi. The younger girl just nods. “Yep! That’s me.” She points to a stick figure with brown hair. “That’s you.” She points to a slightly taller stick figure with brown hair. “And that’s Kaki.” She points to a stick figure that’s holding Lauren’s hand. She then points to words scribbled at the bottom of the drawing. “It says Camren."Sofi informs her and smiles widely. Lauren returns it before looking up at Dinah with a raised eyebrow. The Polynesian has her hand over her heart. "I’m so proud.” She whispers as she wipes a fake tear away. Lauren rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to Sofi. “I love it, Sof. Thank you so much.” Lauren embraces the girl. “I can’t wait to hang it in my classroom.” Sofi’s eyes instantly light up. “Will your art students see it?” “Mmhmm.” Lauren hums. “And I’m sure they’ll think it’s so cool.” She tucks a strand of hair behind the girl’s ear. “You know, I got you that paint set for Christmas because I was thinking I could give you some lessons if you’d like.” “Yes, please!” Sofi pipes up. “I’ll go ask Kaki.” She smiles widely before dashing into the living room. “This is too cute.” Lauren gushes to Dinah as she studies the picture. The three girls seem to be on a beach. When she studies the water behind them, her eyebrows furrow when she sees a boat in the distance with a stick figure standing on it. Sofi comes running back into the kitchen seconds later and tells her that Camila said it was okay for Lauren to give her painting lessons. Before they retreat back into the living room to join the others, Lauren holds the picture up and points to the boat. “Sofi, what’s this?” Lauren asks curiously. “That’s Dinah on her boat.” Sofi explains. “She’s always talking about how she’s the captain of the Camren ship so that’s Dinah with her ship.” She says nonchalantly before skipping back to the living room and leaving Dinah and Lauren in the kitchen. Both girls just look at each other and double over in laughter. “She drew you on a boat in the background of the picture I’m so fucking done.” Lauren bends over clutching her stomach as tears spring to her eyes. Dinah just takes the picture in her hands and snorts. “Look at me back there captaining my ship like a fucking boss.” “Best present ever.” Lauren wipes the tears from her eyes and holds her stomach that is sore from laughing so hard. “Excuse you.” Dinah scoffs. “Yours is a close second. Well, should I say close third because Camila’s actually was the best.” Lauren smiles when she remembers the cute little portrait Camila gave her. “Speaking of…” Dinah gestures toward the living room. “Let’s go back in there with our girls so I can dangle mistletoe over yours and Camila’s heads.” Lauren just laughs it off, but there’s a part of her hoping that Dinah does hold mistletoe over their heads because even though she’s gotten some amazing presents today, a kiss from Camila is all that she really wants for Christmas this year.