#this is what happens when i do not make notes as i catch a rerun

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The Cloud Minders Notes/Thought Dump

Not as exhaustive as the Amok Time Notes (I will reserve that type of thoroughness for episodes I love), but not as informal as a liveblog. Hopefully I've made it a fun read.

Don't ask me what the word count is. I hit the image limit.

The original drafts are its own thing. This episode was a mess from the start with what they wanted to cover in the time frame they had to do it in. It's neat that they chose to make a plague the background plot to force a timeline again (The Galileo Seven did this, too), although in this case it does heighten the plot of the episode beyond a time limit. What happens on Ardana will impact Merak II. Crucial detail for how this episode will delve into diplomacy.

There's something to be said about connecting this episode to Metropolis 1927 given the art deco design for Stratos and that shared element--the height of art, culture, and pleasure for the higher class that is physically apart from those who work and toil below ground to make such things possible and who do not enjoy the fruits of their labor. Vanna herself can be seen as an extension of Maria for what they aim to do for their people.

A city in the sky devoted to art and thought, a "totally intellectual society. All forms of violence have been eliminated" versus the mines on the surface of the planet. Literally the dichotomy of lofty ideals versus material reality.

"Interference breeds attack" Vanna! What a character! Her words here are her justification and explanation of her aims: Stratos is a fake paradise built from the suffering of the workers, not that the city dwellers see it that way. The Troglytes' lives are not their own to do as they choose, thus "interference breeds attack." Had the Troglytes been allowed to live in the city and out of the mines, none of this need happen.

Spock is melee fighting! Nimoy must've hated whoever decided Spock must do so, god. The Vulcan Nerve Pinch came about because Nimoy thought such physical fighting styles were undignified for a character like Spock!

Men in short tunic dresses and calf-high boots. This is my vision of the future <3 Let clothes be clothes (tall order given that to be perceived is to be interpreted and clothing has an audience even when one is alone, etc.)

Plasus, High Advisor of the Council of Ardana. Plasus as in Placid, as in Placate, which is at odds with what we see of him. We meet him with armed guards and he tells us "violence is habitual with the Troglytes"

"The Disruptors are responsible" and not the Council for refusing to hear the Troglyte's demands. This episode gets a lot of flak for not having an ideal conclusion--where's the justice? We hope it will occur offscreen, that Plasus will not abuse his authority further, that Vanna will bring true material benefit to the Troglytes--but these details are true to life. Stratos controls the narrative. Stratos believes they are impartial and true, but theirs is an ivory tower of ignorance (be it pure or willful) and manipulation.

Vaal's antenna is a sculpture now lol (reused prop!) Also, this episode has such a fun set design and a neat use of special effects.

Droxine. What's in a name? Hydroxine? An antihistamine that sedates and offers hallucinations? I've seen her described as "a drip" before and that is a disservice to her. She is ignorant and she does uphold the narrative her father crafts to start with, but the episode shows that she is still curious and is willing to live beyond what her father wants of her. That's huge. (Why Spock later refers to her name as if it means innocence is interesting, but it does follow in what we see of her character in regards to accepting the narrative only to reject it later thanks to Spock challenging her on her beliefs.)

"Nor I a work of art, madam." Smooth, Spock! It makes sense because he is interested in the culture of the city dwellers and what insights they have learned, so why not borrow a page from Kirk and flirt and charm a little? His response to Droxine also borrows from what Plasus introduces her as (who calls their daughter a work of art? But the people of Stratos value art so it makes sense). Spock putting on the charm also doubles as a way to gain trust and information as is seen later and especially as Kirk will fail to do as he bungles their diplomatic efforts (which, well, Kirk has an odd diplomatic style at the best of times).

"Despoiling the whole city" is actually a genius way to describe it. The Disruptors (so well named as they seek to disrupt the status quo) are spoiling works of art in Stratos. It is minor compared to what they are now doing to Ardana's relationship to the Federation by hiding the zenite, but it makes sense: attempts at being heard through the proper channels have failed. This is the next step to be noticed, to bring the symbol of violence to Stratos and disrupt their lofty peace, but the people of Stratos think the Troglytes lack the intellect to mean such a thing so it is just a show of brute force.

This episode delves into the dirty details of diplomacy and how the Federation operates. Kirk is correct when he says that the Federation must become involved if Ardana's own political matters impedes a current mission to save the whole planet of Merak II from a plague. Ardana is responsible for providing the resource the Federation needs, and they have failed on that end, jeopardizing more lives in the process. Not that Plasus would understand that his failure at maintain diplomacy on Ardana has created this. He specifically blames the Disruptors for risking other lives when he talks to his daughter later, knowing full well Kirk or Spock would've challenged him on that statement. (And I do want to be clear: the Disruptors hiding the shipment of zenite is an escalation of their ongoing attempts to be heard, but they were probably not told who the shipment was for, so they can hardly be held responsible for making the situation with Merak II worse. Plasus as the High Advisor would know why the Enterprise needs the shipment.)

Spock describes the destruction of art as a loss to all. He is technically not incorrect in this statement. Anyone can enjoy art, but Plasus is convinced it cannot be so without intellect to understand it, so he believes that the Troglytes/Disruptors do so out of violent stupidity mixed with a cunning they should not possess if they were truly as stupid as Stratos claims.

Droxine asks very earnestly if Plasus believes that Kirk and Spock will blame Plasus and the council for their injuries from the attack, and Plasus laughs at her concern. But she has a point: had Plasus done a better job listening to the Disruptors, Kirk and Spock would not found themselves so directly involved and it does impact the diplomatic relations between Ardana and the Federation that Plasus claims to care about.

What a touch to have the Troglyte wear a mask to protect his eyes when he is on the surface and in Stratos. It speaks to how drastically different his life is, that he cannot look in natural lighting without pain (I could bring Plato's Allegory of the Cave into this, especially given the dichotomy between ideal and material reality, between what is put forward and what is true)

"I would advise you to increase your knowledge" "That is impossible for a Troglyte. The Stratos city dwellers have said it" and there it is! Troglytes are somehow both too stupid to live in Stratos and understand art or lofty ideals, yet they are believed to be cunning enough to launch a specific campaign to jeopardize Ardana's standing in the eyes of the Federation. They cannot be both at the same time. Either they lack intelligence entirely or they are just as capable as the people of Stratos and desperate to be heard.

Spock initiates a conversation with Droxine to get more details. He is using her interest in him to get on her good side and get her talking, not unlike what Kirk would do. (Honeypot mission)

"You sleep lightly, Captain" "Yes, duty is a good teacher" Jim. Jim. JIM.

There is a degree of smarminess to Kirk's "I find this rather enjoyable" but I hardly think he means it. The man has a woman who has already attacked him previously pinned down after he woke to her blade at his throat. The man is bluffing given how they are still attempting to reach a truce and actually talk to one another without being locked in a physical struggle. On top of the fact that this is Jim Kirk, the same man who will use his own body and fake romance in order to complete missions or save the crew. It's hardly surprising that he will flirt even now in order to attempt cooperation.

Gotta love the contrast. Droxine and Spock are talking about pon farr (a time of either sex or violence, a time of madness and unbridled passion for such an intellectual and contained Vulcan) and Kirk and Vanna are fighting. Ironic. Something to be said about how it mirrors what separates Stratos from the mines of Ardana, too.

The issue of Spock discussing such a private matter with a non-Vulcan has long been scrutinized, yet Droxine herself stated earlier that "Intellectually, Vulcans are as highly evolved as Stratos city dwellers." Spock responds, "We do pride ourselves on our logic." It's not a direct agreement, but he also does not deny her statement.

A lot has also been made of that word "pride" and what it points to as un-Vulcan, but Spock is part human and he absolutely does pride himself on being Vulcan. I view this as another point to his character, one that supports what we have already seen. (He doesn't just tease McCoy about being different from humans, Spock earnestly celebrates his differences.)

As for discussing pon farr so openly, some details to keep in mind: Spock has experienced it and is not currently undergoing it. Huge difference between discussing something with someone who is considered your intellectual equal (especially one who seemingly knows of Vulcan mating ritual as Droxine herself supplies the seven years bit; ultimately this is the no-continuity thing coming back to bite the show) versus not knowing what the pon farr is for yourself while also experiencing its effects and assuming the absolute worse. Spock was meditating on the current issues facing himself, Kirk, and their mission prior to this. Kirk is resting but Spock is not, so why not use Droxine's interest in himself to their advantage? Kirk has done it many times to great success for their missions. Is it out of character for Spock? Maybe so, but it has a reasoning behind it, and Kirk is not doing great in the diplomacy front and Plasus continues to shut them out. Either Spock takes this chance with Droxine or a lot of people stand to suffer and die needlessly.

Flirting 101: Vulcan style. But this is unbelievably smooth of Spock to respond with. "Extreme feminine beauty is always disturbing, madam," meaning that Droxine is so beautiful she disturbs the seven year cycle. Again, one could say this is highly uncharacteristic of Spock, but that's why I feel that this is all from the idea of a honeypot mission, to seduce for information and to gain trust. Kirk has done it plenty of times. Spock has been taking notes and if Plasus won't budge, his daughter is another option to get diplomacy on the table.

Droxine shows her true colors in this exchange with Vanna by assuming that Troglytes must not desire light, warmth, and intelligence in their lives. Thankfully, all is not lost for her as she is far more open-minded than her father, but it does hurt to see.

"Here in Stratos we have completely eliminated violence" cut to Droxine watching Vanna being tortured. But it's okay. Violence is apparently all that Troglytes can understand and apparently violence isn't really violence if it is used on a Troglyte.

Spock: Violence in reality is quite different from theory. Droxine: But what else can they understand, Mr. Spock? Spock: All the little things you and I understand and expect from life, such as equality, kindness, justice. Plasus: The abstract concepts of an intellectual society are beyond their comprehension. Kirk: The abstract concepts of loyalty and leadership seem perfectly clear to Vanna Plasus: A few Troglytes are brought here as retainers. Vanna was one of them, as are the sentinels. They received more training than the others. Kirk: But obviously no more consideration.

What fantastic dialogue. This is what the episode has building towards, and the last two acts are going to destroy it by shying away from this obvious message at the last possible minute, which is surprising given how obvious it is that Plasus is a giant hypocrite and The Bad Guy. But perhaps it would've looked worse to show how contentious diplomacy truly is and how imperfect the Federation is at what it aims to do? The Cloud Minders is a good episode, but it falls apart by not wanting to commit to what the story tells.

"Why are you so concerned about this Disruptor's well-being?"

Yeah man. Why would James "Tarsus IV survivor, 'we may be killers but we won't kill today' (A Taste of Armageddon) / 'war isn't much of a life but it is a life' (A Private Little War)" Kirk be concerned to see someone tortured for a life they did not choose, for daring to want to be treated with respect and dignity, no matter the personal cost? I wonder….

Foiled by the threat of the Prime Directive. But that's never stopped Kirk. Also what a way to show how a character like Plasus will use every letter of the law to justify atrocity. Truly a terrible character all around and a difficult one to contend with. Are Kirk and Spock correct in wanting to interfere? What is the point in respecting a leader who does not respect his people?

Kirk offers a direct statement to Starfleet Command stating that Plasus' methods have failed and he must interfere and talk to the Troglyte leader in order to help Merak II. Yay, James "The Prime Directive is just a guideline" Kirk

Bones! The irony is that Bones introduces a glaring issue to this episode: Zenite in its raw form is harmful to those it comes into contact with. How has this not been discovered sooner, especially on a planet with such intellect as is found in the city of Stratos? One can assume that no one in the cloud city cared to learn anything of the material conditions of the mines below, but no one in the Federation discovered this crucial detail sooner? Despite shipping zenite everywhere? Sloppy, very sloppy. This is the first point in which the episode will come tumbling down (at least we'll always have act 1 and act 2)

What Bones describes (emotional differences and learning difficulties) bears far more similarity with lead and mercury poisoning than what we know for most gas poisonings, but when the Troglytes lack any sort of PPE or basic safety equipment… take your pick on how toxicity will accumulate in the body (Space OSHA, we need you).

Prop recycling: we last saw those masks in The Squire of Gothos, back when the series asked, "What type of atmosphere do these planets have? Shouldn't they need masks to breathe?"

Plasus does not care about the Federation's findings. He cites thousands of years of evolution to explain their differences (Troglytes cannot bear the light of the surface is an example, but anyone who must work in low light only to go into brighter light will also struggle to acclimate to the change). "It's pretty hard to overcome prejudice" so true, Bones.

This is the shortest I have seen them bicker over who gets the suicide mission. Next time, draw straws. (But also euugh Spock's line about "a first officer is more expendable than either a doctor or a captain." Recalls Devil in the Dark, which stupidly explains why Kirk is cool with what it means to risk his own life / "I'm used to the idea of dying")

Vanna: It's hard to believe that something which is neither seen nor felt can do so much harm. Kirk: It's true, but an idea can't be seen or felt and that's what has kept the Troglytes in the mines all these centuries. A mistaken idea.

These are excellent lines, and it shows why certain elements from the original story had to be dropped. Could you imagine what it would have meant to depict racism within this story? It would fall apart right here by having the Troglytes suffering from the impacts of gas poisoning that limits their intellect and heightens their emotions. But the point still stands that the Troglytes have been limited by the pervasive idea that something is inherently different about them which makes them ill-suited to a comfortable life in the clouds.

Vanna understands what is at stake with Ardana's politics having attempted diplomacy and seeing how it has failed them. "Centuries ago, Stratos was built by leaders that gave their word, that all inhabitants will live there. The Troglytes are still waiting."

Can I sidebar here and say that Kirk x Vanna would make a hell of a pairing? Like. If I had to pick a woman to ship him with, it will be her. Do I think they would last? Probably not. Kirk has mellowed out a lot from the discipline of Starfleet (minus some moments) and Vanna is willing to do whatever it takes in a way that Kirk can no longer support.

Vanna is smart in what she is doing by escalating the situation with a hostage for bargaining, not that I think Plasus would care that Kirk is caught and not that Vanna herself would know this given that she nearly passed out from being tortured and missed how badly Kirk placed his position in Plasus' eyes.

Vanna: Our weapons are our freedom and you've just furnished me with two very valuable ones, yourself and this. (This being his phaser) Kirk: Is that what you Disruptors are bargaining for? The right to kill everyone? Vanna: Midro is a child.

I feel that it is important to point out that while Vanna celebrates gaining a phaser, she does not want Kirk dead, nor does she revel in creating violence or offer it as her only solution. She states that Kirk is valuable only as a live hostage. This is the episode's attempt to not condone violence as a solution to inequality and suffering, which is hardly surprising, but it is possibly ironic to see after an episode like A Private Little War in which violence, the supplying of weapons, and training for war was the solution. Again, this episode is beginning to walk back what it was heading towards, armed conflict between Stratos and the Troglytes. This is why the masks seem like too little of a solution, especially when Vanna herself says she wants help for the Troglytes in the mines and to move their homes to the clouds. That goes beyond PPE.

What Kirk does by creating a rock slide that seals them in is not unlike the initial plan to have Kirk force diplomacy talks with a phaser in hand. It is also not unlike his solution for A Taste of Armageddon. Odd form of diplomacy indeed.

Yeah, Droxine, I feel for you. I would also be sighing forlornly as I look out from a balcony waiting for Spock to return.

"If we have to kill every Troglyte below, it will be delivered." So in case it was not clear somehow, Plasus does not care about the people he supposedly represents (do Troglytes even have representation on the High Council? Doubt it. Indirect representation for the loss.) and does not see the Troglytes as people given he is willing to kill them all rather than be challenged in his authority, because that is what this diplomatic crisis is highlighting--Plasus does not want outside interference with how Ardana is run and Kirk represents someone who can cause it all to come crashing down.

It is terrible that Droxine does not care that her own father is suggesting genocide as a solution to the zenite delivery issue and ensuing diplomatic crisis. Girl, Spock will not ever have sex with you! Get a heart and think deeper! But this is quite possibly a tell for how whatever writer in particular chose to craft that line. Yay, casual 1960s sexism and your "women only care about men" beliefs when Vanna has made it beyond clear what her goals and priorities are.

Finally, Droxine drops the line: "Are we so sure of our methods that we never question what we do?" Yes! That's the point! Stratos has never reflected on the conditions they have created and maintained, because the mines no longer directly concern them, and since they are so far removed that place and the initial split between the surface and their sky city, no new generations care, and they have insulated themselves from caring by claiming they are too wise for violence.

"The captain will employ his usual diplomatic balm" cut to an angry Plasus and a manic looking Kirk now armed with his phaser again. Love visual storytelling.

I will say this, this entire scene is worth it only to see Plasus stuck in the very conditions he ignored. This is hypocritical of me, I know. The idea of punishment as a solution for bad behavior is something that we know is not effective to correct bad behavior (but damn if we do not enjoy tricking ourselves into believing it to be so). But it's a shame that it is Kirk who is being impacted by the gas when he is the outsider to all of this, especially when he has been attempting to offer help to the Troglytes and intervene on Vanna's behalf ("The only way you'll use that device again is on one of us").

It is a nice touch that it is Vanna who calls for help after seeing the situation for what it is. She had the most to gain or lose should Plasus and Kirk manage to kill or incapacitate the other and she still chose a way to keep the people she hates alive.

Vanna! This entire ending scene, as frustrating as it will be in a few minutes is great so far in that it reveals Plasus to be a sham. The man is still angry, still assuming the absolute worst of Troglytes, and attempting to bait Vanna into a display of violent anger while Vanna calmly states that she and Kirk came to their own agreement about the zenite. (As Kirk watches on with his hands politely folded in front of him.) Plasus goes further and claims that Troglytes will now become as ungrateful and vindictive as Vanna, yet she stays firm. This suggest that Plasus will have quite the time of dealing with Vanna, and that nothing short of her execution will give him any sense of peace. (Remember, he suggested killing all the Troglytes!)

In good news, Droxine intends to become involved while her father throws a fit over being usurped. It's a nice thing to see, especially that both women are remaining level headed and laying the necessary groundwork for the task ahead while the man who heads the High Council still rants and raves.

Kidding. That last caption does not exist, but it should given the fact that Plasus was advocating genocide as a solution to everything (hey Droxine, wanna quit flirting with Spock and spill the beans? Maybe? Girl? Help???). Kirk merely says, "Yes, Vanna."

And this is the problem. Plasus is certainly not a just leader, and Stratos' government does not recognize the Troglytes as people in any respect. Kirk is right to suggest a third mediator and it is bizarre to see the episode itself walk it back and play the ensuing fallout between the two men as a joke. Diplomacy is slow and disputes will occur, yet the episode doesn't wish to go there, even if the bulk of this new conflict will occur off-screen. Instead, we get to see the same Vanna who held her own against Plasus a mere scene ago and who chose to seek a third party to help prevent Kirk and Plasus from killing each other now suggest allowing bygones to be bygones, when the reality is that the Federation is needed to ensure the Troglytes are respected and brought out of their separate life within the mines because Plasus has made it clear he will not do so.

But, you know, Kirk and Spock got the zenite with 2 hours and 59 minutes to spare and I took I don't wanna know how long typing this up :')

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NSFW Alphabet - Kinich

In honor of Kinich's birthday, I wrote a NSFW alphabet to celebrate. There's just something about him that has a firm grip on me, and I've been unable to stop thinking about him for a solid month. I'm posting this at 11:11 (my time), so let this also be a tribute in the hopes he'll come home on his rerun 🙏

Kinich x fem!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kinich is quite good at aftercare. He’s attentive to your needs and asks how you’re feeling and if you need him to get you anything or help with cleanup. Even before you say anything, his keen eye picks up on your physical state, and Kinich will go out of his way to help you with whatever he can.

He gets you whatever you ask for, be it water, a towel, or a kiss, and carries you to the shower if you’re too weak to walk. He apologizes for being too rough on you and makes a mental note to be gentler next time. Kinich makes it up to you by letting you rest and taking care of your household duties the following day.

After cleaning up, if it’s not too late in the day, he’ll whip up a simple meal for you to share. Alternatively, he might stay in bed and cuddle if he needs the rest. Kinich enjoys cuddling after sex and basking in the afterglow. There’s something nice about holding and treating you with tenderness after such a passionate encounter. It deepens his affection for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kinich doesn’t have a favorite body part on himself, but he does prize his body as a whole. His childhood taught him early on the importance of having a well-maintained body. Without it, he wouldn’t have survived. It’s also his bargaining chip with Ajaw, so he considers his body to be one of his greatest assets. Kinich takes care to stay in shape, which his physically demanding commissions and extreme sports hobby make easy to accomplish.

As for your body, Kinich also has no preference. He loves you for who you are rather than what you look like, but he does have a slight fascination with the nape of your neck. He catches himself wanting to kiss it when standing or lying behind you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s thin and a healthy white. Has a slightly salty flavor. Doesn’t have a strong preference for where to cum, but he usually does it inside unless you tell him otherwise. He is hesitant to cum on your face because he thinks you won’t like that. You’ll need to tell him it’s okay otherwise he’ll avoid that area.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time you wore a swimsuit, Kinich was captivated by how pretty you looked. He already thought you were attractive, but something about seeing you in a flattering swimsuit and exposing so much skin made him pause and take an appreciative glance at you. His usual stoic expression didn’t change, but Ajaw noticed the subtle way Kinich’s eyes trailed down your figure, lingering on you for a moment too long.

Of course, Ajaw’s immediate response was to mock Kinich for checking you out, and the Saurian Hunter had to lock the menace away to keep him quiet. Though it would have been embarrassing to be exposed for checking you out, Kinich worried more about Ajaw making you uncomfortable with his blunt and crass commentary, so he did what he could to prevent that. Kinich also complimented your appearance, wanting you to know he thought you looked pretty in your swimsuit. (There was also a lot of fruit bribing happening behind your back so Ajaw wouldn’t open his big mouth once he was let out)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kinich has no experience. He never sought romantic or sexual relationships, preferring to be by himself and taking care of his sexual needs on his own. Intimate relationships weren’t a priority or something he was interested in. Once Ajaw entered his life, the pixelated menace’s rudeness and narcissism kept others away from Kinich, so such chances became even fewer, though Kinich didn’t mind.

Despite having no prior experience, Kinich does have a working knowledge of sex. He sees it mostly as a means of reproduction, but he’s read and heard enough to know it’s also done for pleasure, to relieve stress, and to deepen bonds between romantic partners. He never really gave it much thought until he formed a romantic relationship with you and wondered if sex was something you wanted to have with him in the future. He looked into it more once you started discussing the possibility of being sexually intimate. Due to his cautious nature, Kinich wants to be prepared for all kinds of situations, so he spends a great deal of time researching guides and tips on how to have safe sex.

The Saurian Hunter doesn’t let his inexperience hold him back. Even during your first time, he acts assertively and confidently when exploring your body and learning your likes and dislikes but remains gentle. Kinich’s preparedness gives him a good idea of what to do to please you and keep things comfortable and safe so you can both enjoy the experience. However, as a beginner to sexual intimacy, he would still appreciate it if you gave him some guidance on how you want to be pleased and communicated with him about your needs. He wants to polish his skills to please you to the best of his ability.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kinich favors classic positions like missionary, cowgirl, and doggystyle.

Missionary allows him to see your face and establish a more intimate emotional connection. It’s his go-to when he craves romantic lovemaking. It also makes it easy to kiss you, hold your hand, and bite your neck. Kinich enjoys variations on missionary as well, such as hiking your legs onto his shoulders or pressing your knees to your chest for deeper and tighter penetration.

With cowgirl, he enjoys letting you take the reins and move how you like. There’s something hot about watching you bounce on his lap and get off with his cock, not to mention the alluring view he has of your body. While you ride him, Kinich helps guide your hips with his hands and thrusts up into you when he gets closer to his peak.

As for doggystyle, Kinich likes to use this position when you don’t have as much time to make love but still need sexual relief. It’s a tad primal, and he’s fond of the tighter squeeze this position offers. Watching you melt and moan under him makes his self-control slip a little, so Kinich tends to fuck you harder in this position. He presses his chest against your back, blanketing your body with his to stay close to you and because he likes biting your neck and shoulders.

Kinich’s athleticism and equipment allow him to try some less conventional sex positions, though he generally won’t choose them unless you express an interest in trying something new. If you so wish, he’ll use his strength and flexibility to try out one of the more difficult positions, or even get out the ropes and hooks, but only after careful research about the associated safety hazards. Sex should be fun, yes, but doing so safely is still a higher priority for him. The last thing he wants is for either of you to get injured.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As with most things, Kinich approaches sex seriously, but he does try to keep the mood relaxed. He doesn’t crack jokes, but his demeanor softens. He asks for permission to touch you, and frequently inquires if you’re okay and want to keep going, giving you a chance to stop should you want it. He takes your needs and comfort very seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a small patch of curly dark hair. He grooms it just enough to keep it orderly but doesn’t spend a lot of time trimming it to perfection.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kinich is not the greatest romantic, but he does value an emotional connection during sex. He has come a long way in learning to trust and open up to people since his turbulent childhood, but the vulnerability and intimacy that come with sex and romance can make him uneasy. As such, Kinich only has sex with someone he deeply loves and trusts. Only such a person has the privilege to witness such a vulnerable part of himself.

Because he views most things in life as a transaction, if you entrust your heart and body to him, Kinich will see it as his duty to show the same amount of love and trust in return. He cherishes your trust and affection and wants to repay you in kind. This manifests in him holding your hand during lovemaking, openly looking at you with desire and adoration, and leaving soft kisses all over your skin.

He’s not the best with words, but Kinich tries his best to compliment you. It’s nothing flowery, usually just a simple “you look beautiful” while he admires your figure, or “you feel good”, and of course a whispered “I love you” during tender lovemaking.

As mentioned previously, Kinich values your comfort so he frequently asks how you’re feeling and if you want to keep going. He doesn’t want to force you if you don’t feel ready or want to stop, and neither does he want to push your body past its limits. Hurting or upsetting you is the absolute last thing he wants, so he gives you opportunities to leave the situation in case you want them. He’s very considerate towards you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kinich doesn’t masturbate often. He’s usually busy completing commissions so he doesn’t have the luxury of thinking about his sexual needs. If he needs to relieve stress, then his preference for that is through extreme sports.

Nonetheless, he still experiences the urge for sexual relief, so Kinich usually masturbates while taking a bath. It’s one of the few moments he has completely to himself, plus it makes cleaning up any evidence of his lewd activities extremely easy. Kinich is cautious, however, and stifles his voice and other sounds to remain discreet.

He usually doesn’t think about anything while jacking off, but when he fell in love with you, he caught himself masturbating more often and fantasizing about you in your swimsuit or of you touching him like this. He was ashamed of thinking of you this way at first, but that shame went away once you became sexually intimate. If you ever ask him about whether he thought of you while masturbating, though, he will be honest and forthright when admitting that he had and still does when you’re not available.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kinich leans more dominant, but he doesn’t enforce his authority. He doesn’t order you around or give commands, but he can pin your wrists down and act assertive to get what he wants from you (all while being respectful of your wishes and first gauging if it’s something you’re anticipating him to do. Kinich would never force himself on you).

He’s fine with you taking the lead if you have an interest in being dominant, and looks forward to seeing what you have in mind for your session together.

One of his biggest kinks is marking. Kinich likes to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your skin, particularly your neck, shoulders, and inner thighs. It’s a primal urge he gets when having sex, and he takes delight in seeing his marks on you in the following days. It makes him feel like he’s staked his claim on you, marking you as his. Of course, he doesn’t go overboard and listens to you if you say you don’t want the marks to be visible. He’ll settle for marking up your shoulders or inner thighs where the marks won’t be seen by anyone except him.

Kinich is also into hearing you beg. He won’t go out of his way to tease and demand you beg for his touch, but if you do so of your own volition (ex: “Kinich please, I need you”) then it sets off something primal inside him. Hearing how needy you are for his touch sends sparks of lust through him and makes him eager to fulfill your desires.

He’s also into light bondage. Nothing complicated, just some scarves or rope to tie your wrists with will do (his knots are secure, but he makes sure the bindings are loose enough to not chafe your skin. Though he’ll tighten them if you ask). Conversely, he can use his hands to pin your wrists down (and lace your fingers together). He’s not into being tied himself, though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Kinich isn’t against having sex outdoors, but only if you’re in a location that’s safe from potential intruders and wild beasts. He’s open to making love to you while camping, be it in a tent or under the starlit sky but won’t push you if you’re not comfortable with the idea.

At home, to avoid getting caught by Ajaw, Kinich prefers to have sex either in the bedroom or bathroom where you have more privacy. On the occasions when he gets a friend to babysit the menace, Kinich is down to make love pretty much anywhere at home, he’s not picky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One of the best ways to turn Kinich on is to express your love for him. Heartfelt words of affection, acts of service, or thoughtful gifts touch his heart. He is overcome by love for you in those moments because you make him feel cherished and cared for, and Kinich feels an impulse to show you that he loves and appreciates you too. He’s not good at sappy love confessions, so this impulse manifests physically. What starts as a gentle kiss of gratitude grows into something passionate as Kinich’s need to express his feelings for you intensifies. This can sometimes result in him making love to you.

Kinich’s self-control and patience are high, but there are a few other things you could do to wear away at them. For example, being assertive in initiative sex. Straddle his lap and teasingly trace your hands over his body, give him kisses along his jaw and neck, whisper in his ear how much you crave him, and lust will ignite in his loins.

Alternatively, you could wear flattering clothes that hug your figure, such as swimsuits or sportswear (he likes to admire how nice you look in them), or press up against him and let him feel the softness of your body. It’s unlikely Kinich will snap, but his interest in sexual intimacy will heighten considerably, and he’ll look for an appropriate opportunity to satiate your carnal desires.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kinich dislikes being restrained or losing control of his body, so things like bondage and blindfolds make him uneasy. Plus, half the fun of sex is being able to touch you, so being tied up deprives him of the joy of exploring your body and making you feel good.

Kinich also takes no enjoyment from impact play. He doesn’t hate it but simply doesn’t derive any pleasure from the pain, especially because his associations with being hit aren’t good ones. Similarly, he won’t hit or degrade you either, not wanting to be like his father even if it’s light-hearted play with the intent to feel good.

Additionally, Kinich isn’t into roleplay. He doesn’t see the appeal and finds it awkward to act as someone he’s not, especially in a sexual situation. He’d much rather you and he act like yourselves and show appreciation and love for who you are without the extra obstacles.

He’s also not fond of sharing you or having third parties join your sessions, preferring to keep things private. Only you get to see this vulnerable side of him, and he hopes you share the sentiment of wanting him to be the only one to see you like this, as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kinich’s inexperience might make him a little awkward at oral sex at first, but he is devoted to your pleasure and does his best to learn all the ways you like to be eaten out. Whenever he gives you oral, he keeps his eyes fixed on your face and takes mental note of which pressures and touches of his tongue and fingers get the best reactions out of you. He wants to use this knowledge to improve his oral skills so he can better please you.

Kinich has no qualms about going down on you because he strives to make you feel good, and as such, will bury his face between your legs and lap away at your folds until you’re writhing under his touch. He doesn’t mind if you tug his hair or buck your hips against his face, though if you squirm too much or impede his progress by clamping your thighs around his head, then he hooks his arms around your thighs and pins them down to keep you still. Kinch only lets go once he’s brought you to orgasm.

Despite his transactional outlook on life, Kinich doesn’t expect you to give him oral in return for eating you out. If you bring him to orgasm through any other means, then he considers it even. That said, he views it as his duty to go down on you if you give him a blowjob. He loves giving you oral. There’s something so erotic about hearing your moans of pleasure and watching you writhe under his tongue, so he’s always eager to repay the favor.

When you give him a blowjob, Kinich struggles to keep his voice down. His eyes flutter closed and he places a hand on your head, not pushing or pulling but just resting it there to ground himself. The sight of his cock disappearing in your mouth is intense for him, and as he approaches orgasm, Kinich shallowly thrusts into your mouth, careful to not choke you but unable to stop himself from wanting more. Whether you swallow his cum or let him paint your skin in it doesn’t matter—either outcome is hot to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kinich’s pace depends on what you want. He usually goes for a moderate pace, keeping his thrusts consistent and angled just right to hit those sweet spots inside you. However, he can go slow and gentle if you’re making love, or faster and rougher if you’re in the mood for a good fuck. Even if he goes rougher, Kinich is still mindful of your comfort and keeps strict control of his thrusts so as to not hurt you. His main goal is for you to enjoy sex with him. Getting himself off is secondary.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kinich doesn’t mind quickies. Sometimes, when he or you are in the mood but don’t have enough time to indulge in long foreplay, he goes for quickies. Ajaw is usually the main reason for you guys having quickies, mostly because you want to squeeze in some intimate time before the arrogant saurian inevitably interrupts you.

Kinich finds it a hassle to work around Ajaw’s presence, so he prefers to send the dragonlord out on an errand or lock him away so you won’t be disturbed. To Kinich’s dismay, Ajaw quickly figures out that whenever he gets promptly locked or sent out on a long errand whenever you’re around, this usually means his servant is about to get busy with you. However, for once, Ajaw doesn’t object. He already had the misfortune of accidentally walking in on you getting frisky with Kinich when the hunter forgot to lock him away, and the awful memory is seared into the poor saurian’s brain. One time was too many, and he’d rather never see that again. Nevertheless, when he returns to Kinich’s side, Ajaw makes sure to thoroughly poke fun at the hunter and make his disgust for your sexual activities known.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kinich is willing to take risks, especially for you. Generally, he’s open to trying almost anything once but only if you’re also on board with experimenting. Due to his cautious nature, Kinich will want to research whatever new kinks you want to try so he knows how to indulge in them safely, especially if one of you hasn’t tried these kinks before. He's open to taking risks but he's not reckless.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kinich’s commissions and extreme sports hobby require him to have good endurance, so he has very good stamina. He almost always outlasts you in bed. He can easily go for three rounds, maybe a couple more if he’s willing to push himself and takes appropriate breaks, though three is already more than enough to satisfy his sexual cravings.

How many rounds you go for usually depends on you. If you can’t keep up with his stamina, then Kinich is perfectly content to go for 1-2 rounds (as mentioned, it’s the perfect amount for him). However, if your sexual appetite is big, Kinich can go for more rounds, though he would switch it up with oral or fingering for variety and to give himself a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kinich doesn’t own any sex toys. He doesn’t need them to get off and thus sees no point in getting any. If you have toys you like using or want to try with him, then Kinich will learn how to operate them to please you. He typically likes sex without toys but admits they’re good for spicing up your sex life now and then.

He won’t object if you want to use toys on him even though they’re not as gratifying for him as your direct touch, but only if you know what you’re doing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually, Kinich doesn’t tease you during sex. He takes a straightforward approach to life and likes to do things efficiently, and pleasing you is no different. However, Kinich can be playful when the mood strikes, and this results in him teasing you by lightly stimulating your sensitive spots, such as lightly flicking your nipples, rubbing your clit, or sucking on a delicate patch of skin on your neck just to watch you react to his touch with a small, amused smirk on his lips. He’s got a smart mouth, so he might also verbally tease you by pointing out how eager you seem for his touch, but he keeps the teasing lighthearted and affectionate.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kinich naturally tries to keep his voice down when engaging in sexual activities. His most common sounds are ragged breaths, moans, and sighs of pleasure. His moans are soft, low, and infrequent, mostly because he muffles them by sucking hickeys into your neck or kissing you. He’s loudest when nearing orgasm, oftentimes uttering your name right as he hits his peak.

He doesn’t talk much during sex, but he does give you heartfelt compliments and tells you he loves you as a way of expressing his gratitude for all the love and trust you give him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

TW: Menstruation, mentions of blood, period sex

When Kinich found out about your painful menstrual cramps, he took to researching various methods he could use to help you deal with them because he doesn’t like seeing you in pain. Aside from common methods like heating pads, pain medicine, and warm baths, Kinich also read that orgasms can help alleviate cramping.

He proposes the idea of period sex, expressing his willingness to give you orgasms if it means bringing you relief. He understands if you aren’t comfortable with the idea and won’t pressure you into it, but his interest in doing this for you is genuine.

Kinich sees menstruation as a normal part of life and reassures you that there is no reason to feel self-conscious or ashamed of your body’s natural response. Blood doesn’t make him squeamish, so he has no reservations about getting any of yours on himself. If it helps you feel better, then he’s willing to get messy.

If you agree to his proposition, Kinich will take great measures to ensure your comfort. He understands that your abdomen must be tender, so he keeps all his touches slow and gentle to avoid worsening your cramps. He lets you decide if you’re more comfortable with him using his penis or fingers—either one is fine with him. If you choose fingers, then he rubs your clit in slow circles and gently thrusts his fingers into you, starting with one and then moving on to two until he makes you cum.

If you prefer his cock, then Kinich will be careful and gentle with his thrusts, keeping them slow and shallow until you’re comfortable with taking more. He showers you with a lot of kisses and affectionate caresses to keep you relaxed and maximize your enjoyment of the experience. During such moments, Kinich focuses more on your comfort and enjoyment than his own pleasure because the experience is mainly about you.

He feels a sense of accomplishment when his efforts pay off in your orgasm and you confirm that it did indeed help alleviate your pain. Kinich volunteers to have menstrual sex with you each month if it’s something that interests you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

11cm (4.3 inch) in length and 10cm (3.9 inch) in girth with a dark red tip and a prominent vein underneath.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kinich’s sexual appetite isn’t big, so having sex once or twice a week is enough for him. Because his work sometimes forces him to leave his tribe for days at a time, opportunities to make love are not as frequent as you might hope, but Kinich still tries to make time for it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kinich doesn’t fall asleep immediately after intercourse unless he’s tired. He likes to stay up and hold you, basking in the afterglow and letting you know that he really enjoyed this moment. He’s not one for idle chatter, but he does use this opportunity to talk about your plans for tomorrow, maybe plan a small date, or invite you to a special place he discovered while running an errand as a courier.

You almost always fall asleep before him (he gives you quite a workout) and he observes the way your expression relaxes as you drift off with a small smile on his face. Kinich ensures you’re properly tucked in before draping an arm around you and joining you in sleep, or quietly getting out of bed to take care of unfinished work. He always makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving, though.

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Same Team! A YJH Office Romance Pt. 6

Idol!Jeonghan x ProductionStaff!Reader

You’re serious about your job, but not as serious as Yoon Jeonghan is about flirting.

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Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Series Content: slooowwwwww burn, fluff! but with tension!, cute flirting!, will-they-won’t-they vibes!, did I mention tension!?, some alcohol consumption, appearances by all of the members, reader is shy and gets flustered easily!, jeonghan is jeonghan-ing!

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Author’s Note: The plot thickens!! Thank you for everyone who has read this far! I can’t stop thinking about these two! I just love a mischievous king and a buttoned-up queen! This part is kinda long, but we get a confession!!! The tension is palpable!! Thank you so much for reading!! Mentions of S.Coups and Dino in this part. (Also, sorry for portraying Dino as a lowkey alcoholic, I know he does other things besides drink! Lol).

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You weren’t exactly avoiding Yoon Jeonghan... but you weren’t not avoiding him.

Ever since he’d given you a ride home, you would jump at any tasks that required you to go somewhere far away from him—on errands for other members, early subunit shoots that lasted most of the day with a team he wasn’t on, staying late to break down equipment... anything that made you too busy to stop and give him the chance to talk with you again.

There was no denying it, you had a full-blown crush on Yoon Jeonghan. And you were doing everything in your power to make it disappear.

I feel like a teenager... you thought as you sat at your desk, searching for food options in the area of an upcoming GoSe shoot—the crew and the members were going to be there all day and you had been tasked with finding lunch options.

Paris Fashion Week was only a little over a month away, and you couldn’t get the image of Jeonghan leaning forward against his steering wheel and asking you to hang out again... Guilt suddenly rushing through you at how you’d been avoiding him...

You replayed that whole night pretty often in your head, actually. The moment he invited you out with him and Joshua and Dino, the way he draped his arm so casually against the back of your chair, the way he looked driving you home, him saying that you seemed trustworthy... You would catch yourself spacing out, rerunning the moments play-by-play in your head, only to come crashing back down to reality.

“What are you spacing out about?” Jiyeon’s voice came from behind you. She had been a little nicer to you since Jeonghan called her out that one time. But she was still a pain to deal with.

“Nothing,” you said quickly.

“Well, they’re asking for you downstairs.”

“Who is?”

“Dino wants you to film a challenge of him and Seungcheol,” she said with a noticeable roll of her eyes.

Oh, good. You were relieved that Jeonghan wasn’t involved. You had been behaving so awkwardly around him. When you couldn’t avoid him, he always greeted you. You either bowed, even though he’d made it clear you didn’t need to, or you just completely froze. You were so embarrassed—you had been working together for months! Also, nothing had happened between you two!! These were things you yelled inside your own head, but it was pointless. Every time he walked through the door, it was like the floor had disappeared and you were floating through space, totally unaware of how to behave or what to say to him.

You knew that you weren’t like this around the other members—if anything, you’d gotten more comfortable around them. You’d even gone to drinks with Mingyu, Dino, and Minghao a couple of weeks ago—your second time spending casual time outside of work with the members. It had been nothing like the time you went out with Jeonghan. You’d felt relaxed enough to get tipsy and ended up having a fun time. You weren’t preoccupied with how you were coming off or whether you were saying the wrong thing around most of the members anymore. You’d even started drunkenly arguing with Minghao in Chinese, which Dino had embarrassingly caught on video.

Deep down, you knew you were being obvious and idiotic about this stupid, dead-end crush. You were both adults! And you worked together! You could be friends!! Why was this so difficult!?

The lines of text in your contract kept flashing before your eyes, despite how much you told yourself this was going nowhere.

Romantic relationships between employees are strictly prohibited and will result in the immediate termination of your position.

You tried to repeat this to yourself like a mantra until you realized that you were being completely delusional. Jeonghan has never said that he wanted to form a romantic relationship with you. You just got drinks the one time and got a ride home with him. He was being nice for your birthday, that’s all.

These were the thoughts rushing around in your head when Jiyeon snapped her fingers in front of your face.

“God, wake up! Did you not hear me? Dino asked specifically for you for some reason, so hurry down there!” she said, annoyed.

“Sorry!” You said frantically as you rushed downstairs. Jiyeon was being annoying, but you knew she was right: you were here because it was your job. You needed to stop spacing out and focus on what you were paid to focus on: helping the members with their content.

“Nunaaaa!” Dino said as soon as you entered the practice room. He and Seungcheol were going to do a cutesy challenge together. A favorite fan combo: the youngest and the oldest.

“Dinoooo,” you said in a silly voice. You and Dino had become friends at this point, which made you feel so relieved. He was like your cute little brother who came to you for advice, not to mention for help with his English and his dance challenges. You turned to see Seungcheol sitting against the wall, looking at his phone. He looked up and smiled at you. Seungcheol was easy to talk to. He was committed to being professional, which you appreciated, and you’d gotten to know him a bit more than some of the other members since he often spoke with the staff and was more involved in some of the content and scheduling. He really acted like a leader, on and off camera. You bowed slightly at him.

And then you saw someone sitting not too far from him—a designer bucket hat covered most of his face, but you would recognize those lips, that hair, that frame... you would recognize Yoon Jeonghan anywhere.

“Ah, hello,” you said, switching to a more formal voice and bowing.

“Y/N-nuna, why are you getting all formal with me!? Just say hi!” Jeonghan jokingly chided you and you felt like your chest was going to explode.

“Sorry,” you said, still using the formal language, “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, he won’t leave me alone about getting something to eat,” Seungcheol said, standing and putting his phone away.

“I’m hungry!” Jeonghan whined in a cute voice. God, you both loved and hated it when he did that. He was too good at being playful—he was able to get almost anything he wanted out of the staff, you included of course.

“I have to go to the gym first!” Seungcheol whined back. “Let’s get this over with.” He turned back to you, and you took out one of the many phones that the staff shared for this kind of thing. If the members kept everything they filmed on their own phones, they’d be overheating so much they wouldn’t be able to communicate when needed. So there were a handful of phones that were used for challenges and other random stuff, most of them only had social media apps installed. 

“I’m just here to watch,” Jeonghan said, and he went back to leaning against the far wall of the studio.

You looked at him, and he lifted his head slightly to reveal a devilish grin underneath his bucket hat. He was looking right at you.

How am I supposed to keep my hands steady to film this challenge while you’re here?? You thought desperately.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” you said quietly. The challenge was an easy one, it only took a few takes—mostly because Seungcheol kept cringing at himself, which made Dino and you laugh, and then made Jeonghan laugh. You felt the tension start to mercifully dissolve.

“Let’s go eat!” Jeonghan said as soon as you decided on a video that would work. “Nuna come with us!” He looked at you so decisively that it took you a second to understand.

“Ah, yes,” Seungcheol said, giving you an unmistakable expression of relief, “you take him! I have to go work out first.” What is he, our shared toddler? You thought, even if you were already starting to get excited and nervous at the thought of eating with Jeonghan.

“I want to come!” Dino said. Okay, probably for the best, you thought. But some small part of you was... disappointed? This is getting out of hand.

“I can’t!” you said reflexively, your heartbeat in a frenzy. Your face had flushed as soon as you saw him, but you could feel it growing a deeper and deeper shade of red.

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t?’” Dino asked.

“That’s right,” Jeonghan said, “I thought nuna liked hanging out with us.” He was looking right at you again, standing now as Dino and Seungcheol gathered their things.

“I can give you a ride home again,” Jeonghan’s voice was lower, and more direct. You looked at him, and realized how close he was... He was looking at you so expectantly, one corner of his mouth turned up into the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen.

Jesus.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said, finally relenting. “But I’m not drinking!”

“Ugh, no fun,” Dino said as he walked ahead of you, leaving you and Jeonghan trailing behind.

“You don’t have to drink,” Jeonghan said, clapping you on the shoulder. You practically jumped at the sudden touch, and you swore you could see Jeonghan laughing to himself out of the corner of your eye. “I’m just glad you’re not ignoring me anymore.”

Your head snapped toward him at his words, purred out in a low voice right next to you.

“I haven’t been ignoring you,” you said futilely.

“You’re such a bad liar,” Jeonghan chuckled at you, his smirk still glued to his face as his dark eyes roved over you. “It’s so cute nuna.”

This was a bad idea, you thought. Your nerves couldn’t handle going out to dinner with Yoon Jeonghan.

He smiled beside you, his own chest thrumming quietly with relief.

***

The place was fashioned in the style of a Japanese izakaya, tucked away on a side street, on the basement level of a narrow building. There was almost no one there. You wondered how the members knew which places would be quiet and deserted. It must be knowledge that grew over time when you’re famous. It was probably second nature for them.

“Let’s drink beer!” Dino said excitedly, waving the bartender over as you sat between him and Jeonghan at the sleek but cozy dark wood bar. The bar stools were crammed together in the small space, and you felt your leg almost touching Jeonghan’s.

Once again, you wondered how you ended up here. How did you end up getting invited out like this? Why had Jeonghan been looking at you so much? Why had he clapped you on the shoulder?

You were deep in your thoughts, pretending to look at the menu, when you felt Jeonghan’s thigh press gently against yours. Your head jerked in his direction by reflex, but he was just smirking to himself and pretending to look at the menu. You tried to pull your thigh away, but he kept pressing his leg further toward you.

You let out a nervous laugh involuntarily.

“What?” Dino said, having completely missed your little vying-for-territory exchange.

“Nothing,” you said, your heart hammering out of control.

“Whoa, you’re already red nuna,” Dino said, “we’re not even drinking yet.”

“I overheat easily,” you said, trying to cool off your cheeks with the back of your hand. Jeonghan was leaning on the bar now, giving his order to the bartender.

“Two of these,” he said, pointing to the menu, “one for her and one for me.” You could only stare at him.

You may have been inexperienced in the romance department, but you weren’t an idiot. He was definitely flirting, and it was driving you insane.

You tried to maintain your composure, focusing mainly on having a conversation with Dino. But occasionally, you would feel Jeonghan’s thigh pressing against yours, making you stutter or blush and snap your gaze in his direction—only to be met with his typical smirk. You nervously downed more and more beer, Dino at least two glasses ahead of you.

“I have to piss,” he said suddenly, his face beet red.

“Uh oh,” Jeonghan said, “Dino’s drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” Dino said, “you’re drunk...” and he staggered off toward the bathroom.

“Should we—” you started to get up to follow Dino, mostly because you didn’t want to be left alone with Jeonghan, but also because he really did seem wasted.

“He’s fine,” Jeonghan’s hand closed around your forearm, gently pushing you back down into your seat. You were so close to him that you could smell his perfume. He was looking right at you—staring at your face again. You felt yourself start to panic and looked away.

“Nuna’s so pretty,” Jeonghan said softly, and you turned to stare at him, incredulous.

“Stop making fun of me,” you said, your heartbeat skyrocketing to dangerous levels.

“I’m not!” his eyes got wider, and he straightened up a little in his barstool.

“Then what are you doing?” you asked, your tone coming out more bristled than you meant it to. Jeonghan paused, his face falling ever so slightly.

“Ah, nuna do you hate me?” He was using a playful tone, but you weren’t sure if he was asking as a joke or not.

“No!” you said firmly, now feeling panicked for an entirely different reason, “not at all!”

“Then why were you ignoring me?”

Is he drunk? You wondered as you watched his face fall into a full-blown pout. He was leaning kind of close to you... Did I hurt his feelings? You couldn’t help but wonder. He was playing idly with the edge of a napkin, glancing in your direction... and reality started to settle in your chest.

Holy shit, he’s not kidding. You thought.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited by this. You tried to calm your thoughts, already careening out of control. Was he interested in you? Was he messing around? Did he do this with new staff? It’s not like he got a lot of opportunities to flirt or even talk to women outside of the staff or other people in the industry... Was he just being playful? Your mind was so muddled with all of the possibilities, overwhelmed by any one of them... but you did your best to breath steadily, finally facing him and gazing directly into his beautiful, dark eyes.

“Yoon Jeonghan-shi.”

You had never used such a straightforward tone with him, and he stopped playing with the edge of his napkin—staring at you instead, stock still. His gaze was expectant, and you held it for a long time. You’d said his name so seriously, but now you weren’t sure how to ask what you wanted to ask...

“I’m bored!!” Dino came crashing back to where you were sitting, throwing one arm around Jeonghan’s shoulders.

Your timing!! Dino!!! You couldn’t help but scream inside. Jeonghan looked visibly annoyed, which you hadn’t seen before.

“Ya~!” He said in a raised voice, and Dino stood up straighter. He looked at Jeonghan, then at you, then back at Jeonghan.

“What’s going on here?” he asked. Even wasted, he could’ve cut the tension between the two of you with a knife.

“Nothing,” Jeonghan said before you could interject, “nuna and I were just chatting.” He looked at you seriously, and you understood that you should keep... whatever that was between the two of you.

“You both look like someone died, snap out of it!” Dino yelled, “let’s go to karaoke!”

“Let’s get you a car home,” Jeonghan said, pulling out his phone.

“I’m fine!” Dino insisted, but he was literally hiccupping like a cartoon. After some bickering, Jeonghan convinced him to go home—almost actually pushing him into the car.

The two of you were left standing on the deserted street, the warm glow of the izakaya’s lights hitting your backs. Jeonghan looked away from you, but you could tell the vibe had shifted. You were both a little tipsy...

“I’m sorr—”

“Nuna—”

Just as you were about to apologize for what happened inside, Jeonghan turned to you and spoke in a deeper, softer voice than you usually heard from him. You froze, licking your lips out of nervousness and feeling hesitant to continue.

“Nuna,” Jeonghan said again, then stopped. He exhaled sharply from his nose and looked across the street. Whatever it was that he wanted to say was not coming easily to him, which made your heartrate accelerate at an alarming pace.

“...Yes?” you asked, feeling awkward and exhilarated at the same time.

You stood there, until Jeonghan turned directly to you—staring right into your eyes.

 “I think you’re beautiful.”

All you could do was stare at him in stunned silence.

“I think lots of things about you, actually. I want to talk to you. I want to spend more time with you. I think about you when we’re not at work. I wonder what you’re doing, who you’re with, what your house is like, what you do for fun... I try to find you when we are working. I wonder what you think of me. I get sad and frustrated when you avoid me.”

He was stepping closer and closer to you, as this stream of words that you could barely understand or believe came pouring out, all while he held your gaze.

“I don’t think I can say that I have feelings for you, but I am very interested in seeing you.”

He looked at you, the air between you now full of anticipation. You didn’t know what to say, or even what facial expression you might be making... This was... was this really happening?

“Is this really happening?” you barely whispered.

Jeonghan smirked, and your heart felt completely overcome.

“Jeonghan-shi...” you said slowly, “... I'm...” But the words couldn't come. Your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest, and your legs were threatening to give out...

"I'm sorry—"

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Web of Lies.

Spencer Reid has always been good at keeping secrets. You just never thought he'd keep any from you.

Pairing - Spiderman!Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word Count - 3750

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing. mentions of violence and blood. potentially smut in the next chapters.

Author's Note - i am so excited to share this with all of you!! i saw a tiktok comparing marvel characters to criminal minds characters, and couldn't get the idea of spencer as spiderman out of my head. this will absolutely have more than one part, but i'm not sure how many just yet. please let me know what you think!! as always, reblogs, comments and feedback are always immensely appreciated <3

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You probably should have noticed something was wrong way before you did.

That's the thing about elusive people - and Spencer Reid is one mysterious man.

In many ways, he wears his heart on his sleeve. He doesn't filter his words like most people do - he'll tell you exactly what he thinks, exactly what he feels. He doesn't sugar coat, he doesn't exaggerate. You can always count on Spencer to tell it to you straight.

But he's not exactly an open book. You know he had a difficult childhood - you've pieced some of it together based on anecdotes and passing comments. You know he's the youngest person to ever work for the FBI, never mind the esteemed Behavioural Analysis Unit. You know he's gentle, kind, loving, supportive, and the best friend and colleague you could ever ask for.

It's just that some days, it feels like there's still so much you don't know. Which is why you never really saw this coming.

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It's Monday.

Spencer Reid has a black eye.

It's not unusual for you to show up to work on Monday with Fridays injuries. Bruises, scrapes, broken bones. They all come along as a part of the job. But the last case you worked didn't involve any physical altercations. No, in fact, it was a surprisingly easy arrest. So why is Spencer black and blue?

He sits down at his desk and turns on his computer, unaware of the way you're watching him like a hawk. Reading him like a book. You're replaying the events of the last case, trying to piece together exactly when Spencer had gotten hurt without you knowing.

"Hey, Spence?" you call, making your way over to where he's sat cross legged in his chair.

His eyes flick up and meet yours, and something in you churns. An alarm bell goes off somewhere in your distant mind, but you silence it, perching on the edge of his desk.

"Are you okay?"

He smiles at you gently, enamoured with the care you reserve just for him.

"I'm good. How are you? How was your weekend? Did you go to the new farmers market in the end? Did you start that book I got you?"

It's not unusual for him to ask you twenty questions at once, so you try to answer them as best as you can, eyes still glued to his shiny bruise.

"Yeah, I'm good. It was good, despite all that rain we had. Luke took me to the farmers market, and we tried these new grapes. Did you know they made grapes that taste like cotton candy? I saved you some, they're in my bag. I'm on chapter three of the book, so nothing has really happened yet. Where'd you get the bruise, Genius?"

You're hoping that your rambling will catch him off guard, and he'll answer without thinking. He looks at you carefully, considering his reply. No such luck.

"Fell in my kitchen. Tripped over my own damn shoes, smacked my face straight into the counter," he chuckles.

It does sound like Spencer. He's clumsy on the best of days, always dropping something or stumbling next to you. It's not far fetched that his own feet have caused him an injury.

You drop the issue, and laugh along with the team when they tease him about his physical ineptitude.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It's Tuesday.

Spencer Reid is a bad liar.

You're both settled into the cushions of your couch, eyes glued to the television screen. You're watching reruns of a 90s sitcom, the laugh track echoing around the apartment.

"That paramedic was totally checking you out today," you tease gently, poking him with your foot.

A blush instantly rises to his cheeks, the rosy tint a familar picture.

"No she wasn't," he counters, tripping over his words. "She was just doing her job."

"If by doing her job you mean undressing you with her eyes, then yes, she was doing her job."

You're both laughing - you at Spencer's bashful expression, him at your obliviousness.

"Are you jealous?"

He means to tease you, but it comes out more serious than intended. Your smile drops into a surprised smirk, eyebrows raising in shock.

You sit in silence for a minute, before you confess quietly.

"Maybe a little."

Spencer tries to process your words, but his brain doesn't want to work, apparently.

"Wait... you are?"

"I guess," you mutter lowly. "I just... forget I said anything. She was really pretty. Maybe I was just a little intimated."

You jokingly nudge him with your shoulder, and go back to watching the TV. Spencer's brain finally reboots and starts running a mile a minute, thoughts flying around like comets shooting through the night sky.

You sit together for hours, slipping into sleep gently. It isn't unusual for the two of you to doze off on the couch. Sleepovers happen regularly, both of you completely comfortable with the other person.

It's 3am when Spencer shoots up, pulling on his converse frantically.

"What's wrong?" you panic, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Nothing. I just, uh, I have to go."

He grabs his bag and beelines for the front door without so much as stopping to explain himself.

"Spencer!" you call after him, willing him to slow down for minute. "Has something happened?"

"No, it's fine. I'll, uh, explain some other time. Just... just get some sleep. I've really gotta run."

And with that, he's out the door, leaving you bleary eyed and confused in the middle of your living room.

You fall asleep on the couch, head resting on the sweater that Spencer left behind in his rush to leave.

You're half convinced you've dreamt the events of the evening.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It's Wednesday.

Spencer Reid isn't at work.

Spencer Reid is always at work.

Emily regularly has to remind him to take time off. Luke teases that he'll steal his vacation hours if Spence doesn't use them. He's always sat at his desk, waiting for everyone else to arrive every morning.

Which is why his absence is making you worried.

The occurrences of last night are still replaying in your head like a stuck video tape, repeating over and over again. You're over analysing every word he said, every move he made. Leaving in a hurry without reason is so unlike Spencer. You consider supernatural forces, or possession, or Freaky Friday style body swapping. There's no logical explanation for his behaviour, you're convinced. Monday's black eye floats back into your mind, and your heart rate rises ever so slightly.

You march up the stairs and knock on Emily's office window with a bit more force than originally intended.

"Come in."

You swing the door open and slam it shut behind you, anxiety coursing through your veins.

"Hey, hey. Are you alright?" she asks, watching the way your eyes are flicking around the room, looking for clues.

"Where's Spencer?"

"What?"

"Emily. Where's Spencer?"

She gets up from her chair to stand in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders.

"He's sick, some sort of flu, he thinks. I've told him to go back to bed, and to call if he needs anything."

Her words don't reassure you like she thought they would.

"Did he sound sick?"

"Huh?"

"Did he sound sick, when he called?"

"I don't know, really. I guess so."

"You're a profiler, Emily. You should be able to tell if he's sick or not," you snap.

"Woah," she counters. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

You sit down in the nearest chair, and run your hands over your face.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she reassures, kneeling in front of you. "Tell me what's going on, and I can try to help."

"It's nothing, I'm sure," you rationalise. "I'm just worried about him. Something's off, but I have no idea what it is."

You take a deep breath, Emily rubbing soothing circles into your knee.

"You know, if he were to talk to anyone about what was wrong, it'd be you."

"You think?"

"I don't think, I know."

It's no secret that you and Spencer are close. You've been best friends from the minute you joined the team, forming a connection instantly. As the years have gone by, the feelings have gotten stronger, but the both of you are too scared to admit it to yourselves or each other. You'd do anything for him, and he would do anything for you.

"Maybe you're right. I'll go over there after work and talk to him, see if I can get him to open up."

Emily leans down and gives you a hug, squeezing you a little tighter than usual.

"I'm always here for you. Both of you."

"I know," you smile gratefully. "I appreciate it, boss."

Just as you're leaving her office, Penelope calls you all into the briefing room, giving you no time to think about what could potentially be going on.

You look at the victims faces on the screen, and every single one seems to look like Spencer Reid.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It's Thursday.

Spencer Reid is having a panic attack.

He's back at work, making a seemingly miraculous recovery from his short lived illness. You went to his apartment last night after work as promised, but your knocking went unanswered. You don't know where he was, but you're worried.

You've been watching him across the bullpen all morning. You're surveying him carefully when his breathing becomes rapid, eyes flickering around the room. He stands up abruptly, practically running from his desk. You follow him instinctively, all the way into the men's bathroom. He's leaning over the sink, hands gripping the porcelain, knuckles turning white. His eyes are locked on himself in the mirror. He looks as if he doesn't recognise who he sees.

"Spence?" you urge gently, careful to keep your voice low. "Are you alright?"

His gaze meets yours over his shoulder, and he tenses even more. A wave of anxiety rolls through you. Usually, Spencer sees you and relaxes - you're like a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, you're not sure where you stand with him.

"Spence, please. Talk to me. I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine," he snaps.

He's never taken that tone with you before. It doesn't make you as sad as it probably should. No, it makes you angry.

"Don't you dare speak to me that way," you hiss, pointing your finger at him. "I am trying to help you. Don't push me away."

"What's it gonna take for you to leave me alone?" he asks viciously.

Your mouth drops open in disbelief, shock painting your features.

"You know what? Fine. Message received."

You turn on your heel and stride towards the door, stopping when you've swung it open. You look at him over your shoulder, and shake your head, a humourless laugh escaping you.

"Fuck you, Spencer Reid."

You slam the door behind you, leaving him alone, chest heaving and hands shaking.

✵

You're marching back to your desk when JJ calls the team together. You take a deep breath and try to release the anger from your body, but it proves difficult. It's tangled itself around your bones, running through your blood like a flash flood. You paint a smile on your face, and take your seat in the briefing room.

Spencer joins a couple of minutes later, choosing to sit across the table, rather than in his usual chair next to you. Luke takes the place instead, and reaches over to rest a hand on your thigh.

"You okay?" he murmurs lowly, careful to not make a scene.

"Yeah," you whisper back, fingers tangling with his where they rest on your leg. "I'm okay."

JJ pulls up the case details on the screen, and Luke doesn't let go of your hand.

"Where are we jetting off to today?" Matt asks, all eyes on the blonde at the front of the room.

"Nowhere, actually. Local, this time."

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, glad to stay close to home.

"Okay, the nearest PD have just sent this case through, and it's... weird."

"Weird how?" Tara enquires. It's not often that JJ comments on a case before she's shared all of the details.

"It's a man hunt, of sorts. They're calling him a vigilante."

"Ooo, like a supervillain?" Luke chuckles.

When JJ doesn't laugh, he doubles down.

"Wait, we're not actually catching a supervillain, are we?"

Everyone turns to JJ, who looks just as confused as the rest of you feel.

"Well... kinda?"

You allow your eyes to flick to Spencer, who's still breathing heavily, hand gripping the edge of the table. JJ clicks the remote in her hand, and a picture of a man in a red suit appears on the screen.

"This is the guy they're calling Spiderman. He's been spotted at multiple crime scenes over the last few weeks. He's making a hell of a lot of people very suspicious."

"Spiderman? Why is his costume red?" Tara asks, a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Aren't there red spiders?" Rossi counters.

"Reid, are there red spiders?"

All heads turn to look at Spencer, who's gone completely pale. He tunes into the conversation, clearly not listening.

"Hmm?"

"I said, are there red spiders?"

"Yeah," he replies shortly. Everyone waits for him to spit his facts, to explain the different species, but he doesn't. His head drops slightly, a signal that he's done talking.

Everyone watches him in puzzlement, confused by his sudden silence.

"Anyway," JJ starts, "he's been linked to a number of local crimes. It started off as battery, assault, GBH - but last night there was a murder downtown, and he was spotted at the scene. He's prime suspect."

"Apart from, we don't know who he is," Matt adds.

"Exactly. That's why the police department have called us in. They can't handle it on their own."

Penelope starts to pass around case files, everyone flicking through at their own pace. Spencer doesn't even open his, just stares at it where it sits on the table.

"Reid, are you alright?" Emily asks, concerned.

"I'm fine. I just need some air," he replies quickly, taking his papers and striding out of the room.

You watch him go, squeezing Lukes hand a little harder.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It's Friday.

Spencer Reid is in trouble.

He's in too deep.

He can't remember the last time he took a deep breath.

His shoulders are so tense, it's a struggle to pull his sweater on.

His hands shake as he reads the case file from yesterday again.

Spiderman. Male. Mid twenties to early thirties. Slim build. Tall. Local - knows the area. Must have a connection to the police - perhaps his own radio.

Spencer accidentally knocks his knee into the desk, and winces. The wound he haphazardly stitched throbs beneath his corduroy trousers, and he prays he's not about to bleed through the material. People are asking enough questions as it is.

"Reid, Alvez, grab your jackets. You're going to the crime scene," Emily calls from up the stairs.

You watch as Spencer rises from his chair, making note of the way he's carefully putting more weight on his right leg. He rolls his shoulders once, twice, three times, before picking up his bag and heading out the door. Luke shoots you a wink as he follows him out, making you smile gently.

You decide to take a trip to see Garcia. She always knows how to take your mind off things.

You cruise into her office, instantly sitting in her spare chair, twirling in circles.

"God, you and Genius are like the same person," she giggles. "He does the exact same thing when he comes in here."

You smile instinctively, and then remember the way he spoke to you yesterday. The way he's treated you this week. The way he's acted as if you didn't exist all day. Your smile fades, and she notices.

"Is everything okay with you two?"

You sigh, and take a deep breath to try and prevent yourself from crying.

"I don't know."

"Oh, honey."

Penelope rolls over to you in her chair, wrapping her arms around you tightly.

"He won't tell me what's wrong, and pushes me away when I try to ask. We had a fight yesterday, and now he won't even look at me. I don't know what I've done to make him hate me all of a sudden," you sob, tears running down your cheeks.

"He doesn't hate you," she murmurs soothingly into your hair. "He loves you more than anyone in the entire world."

"I'm not so sure that's true," you whisper.

"It is. I promise you. He's never been good at talking about his feelings. I'm sure whatever it is, he'll tell you soon enough. You'll work this out - you always do."

You let her hold you for a little longer, sinking into her embrace. Maybe she's right. Maybe it'll all be alright.

✵

After work, you try to relax.

You cook dinner, run yourself a bubble bath. You watch a cheesy movie, eat the good chocolate you've been saving. You snuggle into the couch, pulling a blanket over your legs. But you can't settle.

Usually, a Friday night would mean a sleepover. You and Spencer order takeout, tangle your legs together and fall asleep, chattering about nothing and everything. But tonight, you're alone. You can't stand it anymore.

Throwing on the sweater that Spencer left on Tuesday, you slip on your shoes and get in your car. You drive on autopilot, mind zoned out completely. Before you know it, you're parking on the street below Spencer's apartment building.

You're met with silence when you knock on the door. You try again, and still, nothing.

A choked sob escapes you, and you rest your forehead against the wood. The tears flow freely, forming a puddle on the welcome mat.

The welcome mat.

You pull it back roughly, and find the spare key that he irresponsibly leaves there. Letting yourself into his apartment, you inhale deeply. It smells so distinctly like Spencer. The familar scent used to bring you comfort. Now, it just makes you cry harder.

You collapse on his kitchen floor, letting your head fall back against the cabinet. After an hour or so, you allow your eyes to drift closed, knees hugged tightly to your chest.

✵

You're abruptly awoken by a door slamming shut.

You jump to your feet, and let out a startled sound. Running into the living room, you expect to see Spencer, but he's nowhere to be found. You tune in to the sound of running water, and assume he's in the shower. You perch on the edge of the couch and wait.

"What are you doing here?" Spencer asks as he makes his way into the room.

He doesn't sound scared, or confused, or shocked. It almost feels like he knew you were here.

"I couldn't sleep," you reply cautiously. "Where have you been? It's 4am."

"I couldn't sleep either."

"Yeah? Then why are you bleeding?"

He turns towards the mirror on the wall, and lays eyes on a gash across his cheekbone. He definitely didn't see that before.

"Slipped in the shower."

You jump to your feet, rage fuelling your movements.

"Stop fucking lying!"

Now he looks shocked. He's taken aback, stepping away from you slowly.

"I... I'm not," he says meekly. He doesn't even believe his own lie.

"You're doing it again! What did I do, Spencer? What did I do to lose all of your trust?!"

He tries to calm you down, but it just makes you angrier.

"Tell me!" you scream at him. "I'm going insane, Spencer! I'm going fucking insane!"

"It's not your fault," he tries to explain. "You haven't done anything wrong, I promise."

"Then why don't you love me anymore?" you sob. Your knees give way, and you fall to the ground, cries wracking your exhausted frame.

Spencer's heart breaks so hard, he's convinced he can hear it shatter.

He strides over, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he can. The contact makes you cry more, tears soaking into his t shirt.

"I could never stop loving you," he whispers. "Nothing in the world could ever make me stop loving you."

You pull back to look at him, astounded by his confession.

"I'm trying to protect you," he continues quietly. "I'm doing this because I love you."

You thread your hands through his hair and pull him towards you, pressing your lips to his urgently. He cradles your face and kisses you back, ignoring the way your tears drip down his face. You tug him closer, desperate for this moment to never end.

He's finally here. Back in your arms, where he belongs.

Eventually, you pull away, gasping for air. He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and his eyes well up with emotion.

"Hey," you soothe, stroking his cheek with your thumb gently. "It's okay. You're okay. We're okay."

"I feel like I'm drowning," he whispers.

"Whatever it is, Spence, we'll figure it out. We always do."

"What if we can't this time?"

"Then we come up with a plan B. And a plan C. And a plan D. We've got at least 26 plans before we run out of letters."

He chuckles, but there's no laughter in it. You tilt his chin towards you, so your eyes are locked.

"I'm not going anywhere," you murmur. "No matter what it is, I'm not going anywhere."

He takes a deep breath, and releases it shakily.

"Promise?"

You smile gently, and take a deep breath to mirror his.

"I promise."

He nods slowly, and moves to sit in front of you cross legged. You match his movements and do the same, facing him assuredly.

"I have to tell you something. And you can't tell anyone, ever," he begins. "It's going to change the way you look at me. It's going to change the way you love me. It's going to change everything."

"You can tell me, Spence," you reassure. "You can trust me."

Spencer takes a deep breath - and then a second, and a third. His eyes bore into yours, and he inhales again, before uttering the words that will undoubtedly change both of your lives completely.

"I'm Spiderman."

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[jeonqkooks]

a little taste | jjk (m.)

the one with just the tip.

[ ‘ a little taste ’ series masterpost ]

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: established relationship, smut (pwp), unprotected s✩x (this is fictional, don't do it irl folks), cre✩mpie, jungoo is an ✩ss grabber, he's also a lil shit, 2 secs of dirty talk?, swearing, they're both frustrated lol, zero editing pls forgive me

word count: 1.3k

note: happy sunday errbody! we got a surprise ALT drop 🥳 i have no excuse, i woke up this morning and wrote this in one sitting before i even got out of bed lmao. have fun all u horndawgs <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

You know how you got here, and the reason is very stupid.

It always starts with a meaningless discussion, really.

You two were having a quiet night in, cuddling on the couch and watching a rerun of your favorite TV show when a raunchy joke popped up, which somehow (because bless Jungkook’s brain and his useless ability to jump from point A all the way to point Z in a blink of an eye) led to the infamous “Just the Tip” debate.

You were taking the Negative, for obvious reasons, and he was on the Affirmative side. Jungkook wasn’t arguing that all men could handle themselves when their literal dick is inside of a woman; more so that he, this one specific individual, easily could.

And you suppose that’s why you’re here, trying to settle the argument, the both of you naked from the waist down. His hard cock pokes at your entrance as his eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint. Jungkook is always so competitive, but he sometimes forgets that you are too, and you’ll try your goddamn hardest to make sure he loses this one.

Okay, maybe it’s not just a silly little debate. It might have escalated into a silly little bet, one that involves the loser having to fold the laundry for a whole month.

Which so happens to be your least favorite chore.

Which only gives you more incentive to win.

Men are simple creatures, how hard can this be?

You bite your lip as he pushes in, just the tip, then stills. The stretch is a little dry at first, and a tad uncomfortable. You barely prepped before both of your shorts flew off somewhere in favor of you wanting to prove a point. Jungkook’s fingers slip through your folds to find your clit, fondling the nub until he could feel you getting wetter by the second, coating the tip of his cock in your slick.

“Ready to lose?” you ask coyly, to which he only responds with a playful scoff before he pulls his hips back, nearly slipping out of you in the process. He bucks forward again, and you can already tell that he’s trying to hold back, to be mindful of how shallow his thrusts have to be lest he wants to give you a few more inches than necessary.

“Fuck,” a tiny, whiny, moan escapes your lips, barely audible to your own ears but Jungkook catches it. He smirks at you triumphantly, never stopping his movements down there. God, you’re really not used to this. Whenever you two are on each other, it’s always hard and unrestrained, purely focused on making the other feel as good as possible.

How the hell is he so good at this? 

Maybe you should’ve known. What can’t Jungkook do?

You keep expecting more every time he pulls back, anticipating that his cock will fill you to the brim like it always does. But then he gives you just the fucking tip - which you suppose is fair; that’s the whole point of this idiotic bet after all - and you swear you could burst from frustration.

Jungkook senses your inner turmoil, how you’re trying to keep yourself from begging him to fuck you silly. You can’t say you’re surprised when he tugs his t-shirt over his head - in that insanely hot way that guys do! - and throws it recklessly across the room, flexing his abs and biceps at you. It’s like his tattoos have a mind of their own, the intricate ink winking at you with his every move like it’s mocking you, tempting you.

What’s on the line again?

Oh, right, laundry. Fuck!

You’re positively dripping with arousal, a want - no, a need - that he just won’t satiate. “That’s not fair,” you complain, even though your hands are already reaching for him, pulling him closer so you could touch him all over. 

“Who said anything about fair?” he says before he kisses you, his tongue slipping past the seal of your lips to taste you. He moans against your mouth as his fingers sneak down to squeeze your bare ass.

So he wants to play dirty? Well, you can do dirty too.

You time his thrusts so that when he ruts forward, you clench around his cock. 

That’s when you feel it. Him, deeper and throbbing inside of you.

For the first time since this started, you have the upper hand.

You break the kiss only to narrow your eyes at him. “That felt like more than just the tip,” you purr.

Jungkook groans, but it sounds more like a growl than anything. Okay, he’s really competitive. His hands dig into your ass so roughly that you’re pretty sure it will bruise in the morning. His hips stop moving entirely, trapping his cock within your walls where it’s achingly, deliciously hard.

You can practically feel his self-control slipping away, and all over a single clench?!

It might’ve taken you a bit longer than expected but alas, men are simple creatures.

You squeeze around him again, just for kicks. “What’s the matter, baby?” you tease, enjoying the way his eyebrows knit together tightly, almost like he’s angry. “Ready to admit defea– Oh!”

Then, that motherfucker shuts you right up. Jungkook shoves his whole length inside of you until he bottoms out, aided by the wetness that gushes out of you. He gives you a single grunt as the base of his cock rubs against your clit, the tension in your belly amping up tenfold when you feel him, so fucking deep in you because that’s where he belongs. This is what you wanted.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he mocks you with a sly smirk, though he doesn’t give you any time to answer before he starts fucking you with fervor, pounding you into the couch - or the next dimension - like he’s got a personal vendetta.

“I– fuck–!” If you could formulate a coherent response, you would shoot him back a retort - You lost! - but whoops, all rational thought flew out the window the second he rewarded you with his cock. It’s absolutely insane how easily he’s able to render you speechless just like that.

You struggle to even moan his name, for crying out loud. Jungkook holds your legs open so he could fuck you better, the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with every thrust, sending you embarrassingly quickly to the edge you’ve been looking for. You hold onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders and making him grunt from the added pain. It’s right there, you’re so close…

“C’mon,” he purrs, ducking down to suck a mark into the skin of your neck, “come for me. I know you want to.”

Just a few more thrusts and you’re falling right into that sea of bliss that awaits you at the bottom of the cliff. You come hard around his cock as a shout rips itself free from your throat - not even of his name, or anything in particular - and Jungkook is falling right behind you. He empties himself inside of you with a broken moan, warm ropes of his cum painting your velvety walls white. 

You hold onto each other like that for a while longer, neither of you caring about how his softening cock is letting your combined release trickle out of you and onto the material of the couch. You play with his hair as he kisses your neck softly, and when he finally props himself up on his forearms to look down at you, there’s something so sweet in his gaze that makes you flush all over.

It almost makes you forget about what you’ve been playing for. Rationality starts crawling back in again after the dicking down you just had.

Almost being the keyword. Too bad for your boyfriend though.

“I won,” you say happily, giving him your brightest grin.

“Did you really win though?” he asks, eyes narrowing playfully at you. Always the negotiator, this one. “Or did you want me to fuck you so badly that I let you win?”

“I won. You said just the tip and then you gave me your whole dick. Now prepare to fold the laundry for a whole month.”

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 14.05.2023]

[littlestarbigsky]

found this cutie lil fic in the depths of my notes and i’m kind of obsessed with it???

anyways here’s some stevepop cuteness from darry’s point of view for tonight :)

it was nothing darry hasn’t done before. he’s pulled double shifts before, knowing that if they just work on the house a little longer then the hardest parts will be over and they can breeze through the rest of the job the next day. he’s no stranger to coming home well after dinner and long after the sun had gone down.

he pushed the front door open, heading straight to his bedroom to shower, noting the tv playing some cartoon in the living room and someone piled up on the couch. he glanced into soda and ponyboy’s room, grinning when he saw pony reading on the bed.

pony was laying on his stomach on the bed and propped up on his elbows. he looked up when darry’s frame blocked out some of his reading light from the hallways, “johnny and soda made a pizza for dinner.”

“jeez, i’m surprised the house is still standing.”

“wasn’t too bad either, there’s a couple of slices left in the fridge if you want any.”

“thanks, kiddo, don’t stay up too late, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah,” pony waved him off, and darry chuckled.

assuming it was soda on the couch watching tv, darry headed back to his bedroom. he ripped his sweat-soaked clothes off the moment his door had shut behind him, showering quickly and throwing on a pair of his old football sweatpants to sleep in.

with the shower out of the way and the promise of his bed making him even more sleepy than he already was, he dragged himself back out to the kitchen to get a glass of water before knocking out for the night, stopping when he heard voices coming from the living room.

“i fell asleep, didn’t i?”

“just for a little bit, it’s okay, pepsi.”

“shoot, i’m sorry.. what happened? they’re probably not gonna play a rerun of this for a while...”

darry looked around the corner to see who was talking, only to see that the person he had seen on the couch had been soda and steve. steve was laying across the couch, propped up on a pillow, and soda was sprawled out on top of him. soda’s dx shirt was balled up at their feet and both of their hands were still covered in grease and motor oil, a tangle of arms and legs on the sofa, not doing a thing to hide their clasped hands, steve’s thumb gently running over the back of soda’s hand.

“it’s okay,” steve whispered gently, his voice sweet and soft in a way darry wouldn’t have thought possible from him. “go back to sleep, i’ll catch you up when you wake up.”

darry could have imagined it, but he was almost sure that he saw steve kiss soda’s forehead.

“mm, ‘kay,” soda mumbled, snuggling closer to steve’s chest, clearly not minding the dirt and grime caked onto both of them. “love you.”

it was muffled between his sleepy haze and the material of steve’s shirt he was pressed up against, but it was there. steve blushed, pulling him up so soda’s head rested comfortably over his heart, and started combing his fingers through soda’s hair, the grease from the morning all but gone after their shift.

darry waited a moment before walking into the kitchen, trying his hardest not to make eye contact with steve, even if it was painfully obvious what the two of them were doing. when he turned around from the fridge, he was met with steve’s horrified stare, instinctively holding soda tighter as if that wasn’t what he was scared of being caught doing in the first place.

darry just shot him a small smile and nodded shortly, and enjoyed feeling the tension dissipate as steve relaxed back into the couch, smiling gratefully back at darry. he pulled soda impossible closer and kissed his forehead again, going back to watching the show.

darry didn’t bother saying goodnight, knowing it was so rare for soda to get good sleep, with pony’s nightmares being so bad lately, and he just looked so peaceful, a small smile on his face as steve held him close.

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Fuck buddies III

Warning: smut, swearing, rough sex Author's note: I'm sorry Colson is still being a dick but I promise, he'll get better! Thank you for all the love on this story ❤️

It’s been a week since you confessed your feelings to Colson and he walked away. You’ve never felt humiliation like that in your entire life. You stood there for what felt like an hour, trying to process what had just happened. You still have no idea why he was so annoyed at you in the first place. You could understand him not wanting to kiss you because all of your friends were there and you haven’t exactly told them about your friends with benefits arrangement but why was he so distant, cold even?

It’s not like he doesn’t like displays of affection. Even when you’re around your friends, he’ll often snuggle up to you on the couch while you’re watching a movie or ask you to play with his hair. No one has ever really questioned it because he’s a pretty affectionate guy. He likes to hug people hello and goodbye, he kisses you on the lips all the time when he comes to your apartment late at night. Why did your touch bother him so much?

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Rook waves his hand in front of your face and you’re drawn back to reality.

Rook didn’t like your radio silence, so he decided to come over and hang out on an unseasonably cold LA Saturday. You’ve been sitting watching old reruns and eating greasy pizza, neither of you really talking. You’re praying he doesn’t bring up last weekend but you just know you’re not that lucky.

“Sorry, just in my own little world I guess,” you apologise and turn back to the TV.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up or are you just going to keep pretending like everything’s fine?” he looks at you, his brows knitted together and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“There’s really nothing to tell. Colson and I got into a dumb fight last weekend and we’re just being stubborn and waiting for the other to apologise first,” you shrug. 

You’ve been practising that explanation all week in the shower. Making sure you sound believable, making sure your voice doesn’t waver, your eyes don’t give away your pain. You know for a fact that no one will question because you know damn well that Colson will never tell anyone what actually happened. He’ll want to pretend that it didn’t, the same as you.

“So you didn’t tell Kells that you’re in love with him?” you choke on your own breath and stare wide eyed at Rook. “He told me when he stormed back to the booth after you left,” Rook explains and continues talking when you don’t say anything. “He was this weird mix of angry and sad, it was weird. I asked him what was wrong and where you were and he just exploded. He told me he’d fuck up and he doesn’t know how to fix it but he didn’t expect you to say what you said and he didn’t want to be the reason you cry. I was confused at first but then he explained what you guys have been…doing.” 

Blood rushes to your cheeks and you look away as you realise that he knows everything. You’re filled with surprise and shame that Colson would open up like that to Rook. You’ve been fuck buddies for almost 6 months now and the whole point of doing it late at night was so no one knew. It wasn’t like it was a ‘rule’ the two of you made, it was more like an unspoken agreement. You made sure not to make it obvious in front of everyone else that something was up, which was hard to do when sometimes you couldn’t sit down the next day because your ass cheeks were raw. You would catch Colson smirking every now and again when you grimaced whenever you tried to sit or stand. 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything, I mean it makes sense,” Rook misunderstands your silence as embarrassment instead of shock.

“No, it’s not that. I mean this isn’t the most comfortable conversation I’ve had with someone, close friend or not. It’s just…well I’m surprised he told you everything. I guess I just thought he was ashamed of what we were doing and that’s why we’d only hook up late at night when he was drunk and horny.” 

Rook laughs and you scowl at him angrily. He holds his hands up in surrender and your expression softens. You’re not really sure how he could’ve possibly found that funny but his phone ringing interrupts you before you can ask him the question on the tip of your tongue.

“Hello? Oh hey you! I’m just hanging with…a friend,” he looks at you with an apologetic smile.

You assume he’s talking to a woman and he doesn’t want her to know he’s hanging out with another female. You silently excuse yourself and head to the kitchen to pretend you’re getting a drink to give him some privacy. You stare at your embarrassingly empty fridge and make a mental note to go grocery shopping at some point this weekend. You grab out a beer for you and Rook and poke your head around the corner to see if he’s still on the phone. He’s scrolling through the TV channels so you come back in and sit beside him. You silently hand him his beer and watch the basketball game he’s put on.

Rook leaves after the game finishes, and he’s drunk half the beers in the fridge, and you continue to half pay attention to the TV. you’re starting to feel the loneliness begin to creep in so you decide to grab your phone to make a grocery list to keep your mind busy. You have a missed call from a number you don’t recognise but they didn’t leave a message so you decide to ignore it. 

Once you’ve made your grocery list, you grab your house keys and head out the door. You open your front door and squeal when something falls onto you. You look down and see a lump of a human at your feet. You bend down to take a closer look and shoot straight back up when Colson’s bleach blond hair spills out of his dark beanie. His eyes are closed so you assume he’s either asleep or passed out until he speaks.

“Are you going to let me in or are you just going to stand there watching me?” he slurs out and your heart sinks when you realise he’s drunk.

“Don’t know if I really want you to come in to be honest,” you mumble as you stare down at him.

He opens his and they’re a strange mix of hurt and bloodshot. He sits up so he’s now leaning against the door frame and you awkwardly stand there, watching him like a caged tiger. You’re waiting for him to say something but when he doesn’t you begin to feel impatient and unsure of yourself.

“Listen Colson, I was actually going out and you’re kind of blocking me in so if you have something to say, just hurry up and spit it out.” 

You switch from one foot to the other uncomfortably and he laughs. Your cheeks flush and you’re tempted to kick him but you resist as it would probably just make things worse. He hauls himself to his feet with a grumble and you step back to create some distance between the two of you. Colson misreads this as an invitation to come in and closes the door behind him. 

You don’t even see him coming until suddenly his hands are wrapped in your hair and he’s slamming you against your front door. He collides his lips with yours and the breath is literally sucked from your body. His lips are desperate against yours and you’re trying so hard to resist him until he bites your bottom lip. You yelp and he rams his tongue into your mouth. He’s fighting with your resistance, using his strength and the weight of his body to hold you against the door. You want to hate every second of it but you love dominant Colson so much that it’s hard to fight back.

“Stop fucking resisting,” he growls against your cheek.

He grabs a handful of your hair and tugs. You cry out and he grins, pressing his crutch against your pelvis. He runs his teeth against the skin of your neck and you shudder. He flicks his tongue out every now and you shiver with pleasure. You shove against his chest and he tugs your hair again but you don’t cry out this time. Instead you grit your teeth and scowl at him. He flips you over suddenly and slams you back against the door. He holds the back of your head and reaches around to unbutton your jeans. He pulls them down roughly until the pool at your ankles. He runs his fingers up the back of your leg before swatting at your ass cheek. You call out and he presses you harder against the door.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he orders you as you scrunch your eyes closed. When you don’t say anything, he pulls your panties down and smacks you again, harder this time. “Say it!”

“I love when you spank me Colson!” you cry out as your eyes water.

“Call me daddy,” he groans as he presses his hard dick against your butt.

“I love when you spank me, daddy.” 

He groans louder before pulling away and smacking your ass cheek again. You yelp at the sting and he hits you again. He lets go of your head and kneels behind you. He lifts your leg to pull your jeans all the way off, doing the same with the other leg. He stands back up and grabs you by the back of the neck and leads you to your bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind him and pulls his t-shirt off.

“Kneel,” he instructs you as he kicks his Converses off. You follow his instruction and kneel beside your bed. He stands in front of you and you look up at him, waiting for him to speak. “Unbuttons my pants,” you do as you’re told. “Take them off,” he points to his black briefs and you do it. “Suck him,” he grits through his teeth.

You grab his throbbing cock and wrap your lips around the tip. He sucks in a sharp breath and you flick your tongue against his throbbing vein. You tease him, sucking softly, working your tongue lightly over his tip and just below his tip. As soon as he moans, you stop sucking and flick your tongue. You’re enjoying your new game until Colson grabs you by the throat and hauls you to your feet.

“I said fucking suck it, not make out with it!” he yells, throwing you onto your bed. You try to get up but he jumps on top of you and holds your arms down. “Do it properly or I will spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a month. You got it?”

“Yes daddy,” you spit through gritted teeth.

He straddles your chest and you lift your head so you can take his dick back in your mouth. You suck hard this time, bobbing your head up and down while Colson moans above you. You press his cock so far down your throat that gag on it and this only turns him on even more. He begins to throat fuck you, ignoring your gags and choking. Finally he pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for breath, rasping and coughing.

“That’s what you get for teasing me, don’t ever fucking do it again,” he threatens you and pulls himself off your chest. 

He tears your t-shirt from your body, literally rips it in two, and throws it to the floor. He pulls you up by your arms so he can unhook your bra and then he pushes you back down. He uses his thumb and forefingers to pinch your nipples and you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He flicks your nipples, making you convulse off the bed. You’re writhing and moaning under his skilled fingers. He attaches his lips to your neck and sucks hard, marking you. He flicks his tongue to soothe your tender skin. He kisses his way up to your ear and nibbles your earlobe. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him on top of you.

“Just so you know, this is the last time, so savour the moment,” he whispers in your ear and your eyes spring open. 

You try to sit up but Colson’s body is holding you down against your mattress. You try again but he won’t let you move. You’re trying so hard to thrash against him, you don’t care if he spanks you so hard you can’t sit for a month, you need to look at him, you need him to not do this.

“Let me up!” you scream at him but he doesn’t budge. “Colson, get the fuck off me!” 

You push your hands against his chest but he just wraps his hand around your wrists and holds them above your head. You can feel the tears threatening to spill over and you’re trying so hard to hold them back. Even though you hate just being Colson’s fuck buddy but having any type of intimacy with him is better than nothing. You know you’re just torturing yourself but you don’t care. Colson finally looks at you and for the first time, you notice the dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week.

“Wh-why? I don’t want to stop,” you know you sound desperate but you can’t stop the whine in your voice.

“I’m not…what you want. I’m not good for you,” he looks away from you and your stomach twists. 

“I don’t give a fuck! If this is about what I said the other night, I didn’t mean it. I take it back!” 

His head whips back to you and he lets your wrists go. He scrambles off you like you just burnt him and you’re so confused. You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest, and watch him. He grabs his boxers and pulls them on. He yanks his jeans on next and you want to say something but you’re not sure what. You don’t want him to leave. This is what he always does. As soon as things get too real, he runs.

“D-don’t l-leave, p-please?” your voice cracks as you beg him. 

He looks at you and his eyes soften. The tears you’ve been fighting to hold back finally slip from your eyes and you’re so utterly embarrassed and broken. He takes a tentative step towards you and the floodgates break. A soft sob crawls its way up your throat and your body begins to shake. Colson sits on the edge of your bed and hesitates for a second before he pulls you to him. You swing your leg over his lap so you’re straddling him. He holds you against his chest and you bury your face in the crook of his neck and he strokes your hair.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, I’m here. I’m not leaving,” he soothes you softly.

You let him hold you, soaking in every piece of information so that you can remember this moment forever. The feeling of his fingers in your hair, the sound of his breathing in your ear, the smell of his cologne mixed with weed, the rise and fall of his chest against yours. The moment is borderline perfect and your mind is turning to mush from the pure endorphins coursing through your veins.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup against his throat.

“For what?” he sounds confused but he keeps stroking your hair.

“Telling you I love you.”

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans and throws his head back.

“What?” you pull back to look at him and his angry glare is back.

“I-I don’t want you to take it back! I don’t give a fuck that you said it! It doesn’t mean shit to me either way. Love me, don’t love me, it doesn’t change a fucking thing!” he screams and shoves you away from him.

You scramble to your feet, covering your bare chest with your arms. He's so angry, you hardly recognise him. Where did the fun, easy going guy you fell in love with go? He just seems so cold now. You stare at him stunned, the tears coming in wave after wave now. You feel your chest tightening and breathing is getting harder and harder to do. You imagine this is what a panic attack may feel like but you can’t be too sure. You’re too focused on watching Colson dress, mumbling and cursing under his breath. You just stand there dumbfounded, trying to find the words to make him stop but not having the physical strength to say anything. You feel this overwhelming weight begin to crash down on you and all you can do is stand there and take it. Colson doesn’t even look at you as he storms out of your bedroom. 

‘This is the last time, so savour it.’

[spideybatsy]

A+B | Chapter Five

Summary: GN!reader is falling in love with Bruce Wayne, even if they won’t admit it. Everything takes a turn for the worse when Bruce’s biggest secret comes to light.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: na

Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3

Masterlist

For the next few days, I feel helpless. It’s like I’m on autopilot. Waking up, going to work, coming home, and going to bed. I can tell Stacey is concerned about me but thankfully, she never pushes me to talk. She just gently reminds me that she’s here for me when I’m ready.

“Don’t take no for an answer.”

The voice on the TV catches my attention, it was a cheesy talk show. I don’t even remember it starting, there’d been reruns of Friends playing seemingly seconds ago. I turn to Stacey, who is staring down at her phone screen.

“Some people will try and hold you back from what you want. You can’t let that happen.” The live audience hollers in response as the host walks to the woman on the couch. “What do you want?” She puts the mic up to the woman’s mouth.

“I want love!”

“So, what are you going to do?”

The woman stands up. “Go out and get it!”

The screen turns black as Stacey gets off the couch. “Come on, time to go to bed.”

“Stace.” Her eyes shoot to me, and she turns off the phone. “I have to do something.”

“What?”

“I have to let him know he can’t just cut me out like this,” I said. “That I deserve more than that.”

She takes a seat next to me. “How are you going to do that?”

--

Now that I’m standing outside of Wayne Tower, I’m not sure that this is the best idea. What if he calls security on me?

No, I can’t back out. If he won’t talk to me after today, at least I’ll know I’ve done everything I can. The ball will be in his court.

I take a deep breath and push open the door and walk inside. I’ve never actually been here before, so I take a second to look around. Despite the building having been here for decades, it’s modern and sleek. Clearly renovated recently, it reeks of wealth.

There’s a receptionist at the front desk and a part of me feels the need to hide away. She’s stunning. I’m surprised she isn’t on the front page of a beauty magazine. Or on Bruce’s arm.

“Hi, I’d like to see Bruce Wayne.” I’m grateful my voice doesn’t shake.

She looks up at me through her glasses. “Do you have an appointment?”

“No, I was hoping you could call him and let him know A is here.”

She looks me up and down, and an almost condescending smile crosses her face. “Mr Wayne doesn’t see people without an appointment.”

“Please.” This time my voice does crack. “Just let him know A is here.”

She sighs and picks up the phone, dialling as she stares up at me.

“Good morning, Mr Wayne. I have an A here to see you.” A cruel smile lifts her lips. “Yes, yes. I’ll get security to escort them out.” She flinches, the voice on the other side of the phone is so loud that even I can hear it. “Of course, sir. Sorry sir.” Then she puts the phone down.

“Mr Wayne can’t see you at the moment, but you are welcome to wait.” She gestures over at the couches. I note that she won’t look me in the eyes anymore.

--

I’d been prepared to spend hours waiting for Bruce, having packed several books and even some yarn and crochet hooks. After half an hour I glance up and notice the receptionist looking over at me. She hurriedly looks away and whispers something into the phone before hanging up.

It was only 10 minutes later that I looked up and notice the man making his way to me. It’s not Bruce but I’m happy, nevertheless.

“Alfred!” I stood from the chair.

He smiles and draws me into a hug. I notice the receptionist staring at me again and whispering something else into the phone.

“Good job,” he says as he pulls away. I can tell he’s talking about my showing up here.

I can’t help the smile on my face. “What are you doing here?”

“Master Wayne called me to drive you home.” He must see the conflict on my face because he adds on. “We’ll talk about it more in the car.”

I nod, grab my bag, and follow him out to the car. I’ve been in this car a few times now but something new catches my eye. There’s always been a small assortment of snacks behind the driver's seat but they’ve all been changed out. They’re all my favourite treats.

“Alfred, what happened to the food?” I notice his smile in the rear-view mirror.

“Master Wayne wanted to try something new.”

The warmth that fills my chest is quickly darkened when I remember the situation.

“Why won’t he talk to me?” My voice is so soft that I’m worried he won’t hear me.

“Master Wayne is a strange man.” Alfred takes a second. “He thinks everyone is better off without him, especially when it comes to his alter ego.”

“I don’t feel better off.”

“I know.” We sit in silence for a moment. “Master Wayne has a date planned tomorrow night at Alexandros. It would be a shame if you showed up at 6 pm with a date of your own.”

“A date?”

“Master Wayne is a very… protective man.”

I take his words in for a moment. “Are you saying I should make him jealous?”

“I’d never say such a thing.” I can see his smile in the mirror again. “But we must all turn to dramatic measures when the times call.”

--

Even in my best clothes, I feel underdressed for Alexandros. Nick leads me inside, his hand holding my own. He’s one of the only people from university I kept in contact with. When I reached out about dinner, I was honest and explained the whole situation to him. Well, most of the situation. I left out the whole Batman thing, obviously. He instantly jumped on board, partially to help me and partially to see the great Bruce Wayne in the flesh.

“How are we going to pay for this?” Nick whispered into my ear.

Alfred had insisted that Bruce would pay for dinner and if worst came to worst, I was to call him. I don’t think I could ever ask Alfred for money, so I hoped he was right about Bruce wanting to show off.

“It’s covered, don’t worry about it.”

We smile in unison as we approach the host. He is searching for our reservation when I feel the back of my neck tingle. He’s here.

He says my name and I can feel his shock in every letter. I put on my best-surprised face and turn to him.

“Bruce?”

Nick’s eyes widen as I quickly squeeze his hand in mine.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce takes a step forward, seemingly forgetting all about his date. She’s beautiful, tall with the perfect amount of curves. I recognise her instantly, she’s a lingerie model.

“The same as you, it seems,” I reply.

The guilt in Bruce’s eyes goes as quickly as it comes. He introduces me to his date; her name is Nicole.

“Well, Bruce and Nicole this is Nick. Nick, Bruce and Nicole.”

Nick and Bruce shake hands and I can tell Bruce squeezes hard. Nick's hand is red when he pulls away.

“You must be the friend from university.” I’m surprised Bruce remembers. “Finally made your move?”

“Better late than never.” We share a cheesy romantic look and I’m proud of us for being such convincing liars. I’m also happy I never told Bruce Nick’s gay, otherwise this could’ve gone south very fast.

“Your table for two is now ready.” The host comes to our rescue.

“Nice seeing you again Bruce, until next time.” We go to walk away but Bruce acts faster.

“What if we sit together for dinner? A nice double date.” He says it like a question, but I know there’s no room for dispute.

“Unfortunately, Mr Wayne, there are no tables for four available.” The host responds.

Bruce pulls out his chequebook and starts writing.

“This isn’t a question of money, Mr Wayne. We are fully booked.”

The smirk Bruce responds with is so unlike him that it sends a shiver down my body. I hate it.

He hands the cheque to the host. “I’m the owner now, get us a table for four.”

--

To say dinner has been awkward is the understatement of the year. When Nick had gone to pull out my seat, Bruce had basically sprinted to get there first and help me sit. Poor Nicole looked astonished when Bruce then sat down, completely ignoring her. Thankfully, Nick went over and helped her to her seat. I thanked him when he sat down, which just made Bruce agitated.

I’m not sure what his game is. The only thing I can think of is maybe he wants to show that he’s more interested in me than her. All it does is make me feel bad for her.

Bruce starts asking question after question, basically all of them directed at me. Most of which I know he already has the answer to. As soon as I can get an extra word in, I ask Nicole how her week has been.

While we chat, I can see Bruce staring daggers into Nick. I feel so bad for the guy, I might have to buy him a gift basket after this. I can tell he’s uncomfortable by the way he grips my hand under the table. I try to squeeze back in solidarity.

“How has your week been?” Nicole asks me.

I can’t stop the hurt that floods my eyes but try to blink it away. “I went to see a friend and he wouldn’t talk to me. He just sent someone else to come deal with me.”

At least Bruce has the decency to look down in shame, even if it only lasts a moment.  

“I’m sorry, that’s horrible.” Nicole reaches over the table and takes my other hand. I smile, grateful for her empathy. “Have you spoken to him now?”

I feel Bruce’s eyes on me. “Kind of? We haven’t really spoken. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s worth it anymore.”

Before anyone can respond, the waitress brings out our mains.

We eat mainly in silence, sometimes commenting on the meal. The tension is palpable, everyone can feel it.

“Do you want to try some of the soup?” When no one responds, I look up and notice Bruce gazing straight at me. “I know you love it.”

Nick can’t help but laugh next to me. “You hate soup.”

Bruce’s face scrunches, in the same way I imagine a toddler would mid hissy fit. “No, they don’t.”

“They certainly don’t like pumpkin soup.” Nick laughs even harder, and I can’t help but join him. It’s so stupid but with all the tension that’s been suffocating us all night, something just snaps.

“I-I,” I struggle to get the words out between, “hate pumpkin soup.”

Bruce looks down at his soup, which is definitely pumpkin, and crosses his arms.

“I feel like I’m missing out on an inside joke.” Nicole pipes up.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I finally gain some sort of composure.

“Back in university, I ate pumpkin soup all the time.” Nick starts laughing again, burying his head in my shoulder. “Then one day I ate an out-of-date can and spewed everywhere. Haven’t touched canned pumpkin soup since.”

Bruce tries and fails to hide the upturn on his lips. “I’m sure this isn’t canned.”

“I’m sure it isn’t. I’m still not willing to risk it, though.” I lean over and place my free hand on his arm. “But thank you for offering.”

This seems to lift his spirits even higher, as he instantly grabs my hand with his own. “I’ll get Alfred to make you some pumpkin soup. He loves making it.”

“That sounds nice.”

We stare at each other for a moment, and it feels like our first real interaction since that night of the robbery. Unfortunately, it’s cut short when Nicole coughs. I quickly take my hand away, even though his remains still.

Nick, sensing the tension beginning to rise again, quickly steps in. “God, I can’t wait for dessert.”

--

As Alfred expected, Bruce picked up the bill for dinner. Both Nick and I thanked him several times, but Bruce brushed it off.

Nick went outside to get the car while Bruce, Nicole and I waited inside. Bruce pulled me aside, just out of Nicole’s hearing range.

“I wanted to say,” he took a breath. “I’m sorry.”

Nick called for me, waiting by the car. As I moved to him, I turned back to Bruce. “Call me later, we’ll talk about it.”

[cometcrystal]

i had two very vivid peanuts dreams last night. it was in 2 halves, in the first they were canon age, in the second they were in high school

Lucy focused. There's narration to this one but I can't remember most of it. Someone in the neighborhood made a wish for everything to be perfect? And it starts having adverse effects? Lucy is walking around the neighborhood and things keep going wrong for her. I can't remember specifics but it gets so bad she runs home crying. When she gets home, it's revealed to us that she's afraid of butterflies and allergic to birds? These get mixed up some. But they realize, bc of the wish from before, birds and butterflies are gonna swarm the house. Idk why. She, linus, and their mother lock all the doors and retreat to a bedroom after grabbing rerun and their pet caterpillar. (??) While taking refuge in the bedroom, their mother is suddenly possessed and wants to open the door and let the birds and butterflies in. Lucy and linus have to physically restrain her by laying on top of her and holding her down. Meanwhile, the pet caterpillar morphs into a butterfly. End of this section. What does it mean what does it all mean.gif

2. Linus focused. He and cb are sitting in class at a table next to the table that heather and her friend are sitting at. Note that this heather is VERY different from real heather. Dream heather is really mean. Note passing happens, and heather gets the memo that cb likes her. She and her friend are texting about it. They start silently making fun of cb for it during class by gesturing to him. Linus moves his seat so that it's blocking cb's view of heather and tells him to just ignore her. Heather starts to do some sarcastic flirty gesture, and with linus in his line of sight, cb looks like he has a realization that he likes linus instead. Linus gets up to leave the classroom and gets ambushed by two male bullies who start to beat him up. Class ends and lucy comes to the rescue. She physically drags the two bullies to the gym and beats the living shit out of both of them. When she's done, before the teachers catch her, she goes to sit by schroeder in the bleachers (this is his gym period) and he lays his head on her shoulder while she explains why she beat up those guys (they were calling her brother homophobic slurs)

[shatterspin]

Hey, it's me again. I just re-read what I sent yesterday, and, dude (gender-neutral), I was fasting when I sent that, and I was barely awake, and it sounds like I was hating on the Arabic dub...? I mean, sure, I think they're horrible, and part of me dislikes them, but they were still my childhood.

And about the jokes thing, I get that not every single joke can be translated, but at least they can replace them as you said, or when they translate them, they should try to make it less of a mess than they end up being (like the tashkeel usually ends up wrong when they translate everything literally, and you'll have me, kinda likes e3rab, being like, "No, that should be mansoob, it's maf3ool behe?")

It's been a long time since I watched Zane's Sacrifice in Arabic, but I remember little me found it really funny (on an unrelated note, I have a cousin called Zain, and I hated him, so that might have contributed). With Garmadon getting possessed, his screams were... well, I found them funny. It sounded more like he was pooping than getting possessed.

I watched Ninjago on CN Arabic. I don't remember that much of it since I was little (again, I was about 4-5 when it started, and I started watching it on CN MENA in English when I was about 11; I'm almost 17 rn), and I asked my little siblings about it, and they barely remember anything. But I remember most of what @localguy2 said. I don't think they aired the pilots as I didn't know about their existence recently. CN was obsessed with replaying the same episodes over and over again. They also skipped many parts in the episode itself (like any romantic parts), and they ended up cutting some other parts of the episode, where it got confusing. But I do remember S1's finale airing, like I vividly remember watching Wu get out of the Devourer, sipping his tea, when I was little, so I think @/localguy2 just missed it or something. Which just reminded me of another thing. CN Arabic was so inconsistent with its timings. Like let's say, they would air Ninjago from Sunday to Thursday at 5pm. They would randomly decide to put the new episodes on 1 pm on a Friday, and they'd repeat the old episodes between Sunday-Thursday. So, even without CN itself skipping episodes, we already lost many episodes because of that, and catching up with the plot was practically impossible. I don't think I ever watched SoG on CN Arabic, so I either missed the episode, or for some reason, CN decided not to air that one. And wait, DotD got released in Arabic? I never saw it, and I was so confused how Cole was human again. But I never watched DotD in Arabic.

As of Hunted, I switched to watching Ninjago on CN MENA where they air the episodes in English. They still have the thing where they cut out "romantic" scenes and other stuff (for example, in Crystallized, you know the scene where Harumi is getting the Overlord back? They skipped the whole thing. Like you had Lloyd begging Harumi to be good or something idr, and one second later, the Overlord was walking towards Lloyd). They still skip some episodes (not sure if that happened with Ninjago there, but it's currently happening to Monkie Kid). I recently watched some Ninjago on MBC3 (in Arabic obv because I was bored and they were there, so yk?), and I think they're doing a better job than CN Arabic.

Anywayyy, I should probably go back to sleep; I woke up for su7oor, and I ended up typing my whole life story... sorry

ah it’s okay to be a bit mean to such things

i get what u mean abt the jokes thing needing to sound properly but the fact that ur even MENTIONING e3raab to me should be illegal. i already graduated i should not be subjected to thinking about e3raab anymore 😭😭

mbc3 and CNa had unusual rerun times and it was always a mess trying to figure out when the rerun of an episode of a show would air and would require watching the channel for so long (oh the days of me trying to find out when son//ic x reruns were on mbc3 bc they used to show the new episodes when i couldn’t watch tv (i still remember that it’s reruns were at 3 am 😭)) so some of tkose repeating episodes could’ve been the reruns.

even on netflix when i was looking thru the arabic dub for double trouble they just cut the whole scene between nya n bizarro jay which i thought was weird of netflix but i guess that’s just because these episodes were the ones that were shown on TV. but i remember seeing a video on youtube abt the cut off lmk really weird and random scenes off?? i get the whole thing abt the arab world and not showing kids any sort of pda but they used to sometimes allow non-pda but still implied things thru? the cut offs r more lenient these days but they’re still extremely weird and very obvious. i remember spacetoon used to rewrite scenes and edit the scenes so heavily just to not let any romance plot thru, it usually just made them funnier but kids wouldn’t notice much of a difference

[mayullla]

Title: Genshin Banners and Pulls

Character(s): Childe, Kaeya, Hu Tao (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Sagau; The new re-run banners are up and Aether and Lumine are desperately searching for their little lucky charm sister.

Note: This is inspired by Starlight anon ask~! Writing this instead of music I was listening to Kaeya and Hu Tao's dialogue.... (it is hard to write dialogue alright guys ;-;)

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, child!reader, purely platonic, yandere themes (platonic yandere), mainly fluff

Links: The first part; Siblings' Account

It is not like the twins are cheating when they grab their little sibling placing her on their lap when the new character comes out or there was a rerun for a character they didn't have. The first one to grab you while you were probably drawing or doing your homework, tossed in their arms as they ran to their room while the other sibling screamed that it wasn't fair that they got to you first.

"Aether, you pulled the character first last time! Give _____ to me!!" Lumine yelled as she tried to catch Aether who had you on his shoulder carrying you like a sack of potatoes running to his room's computer. "Sorry Lumine, I got her first!"

Taking a seat with you on his lap he showed you the screen, "Sis don't you wanna see this character more often? If I get them you can make another friend here~ so long as I get them here alright?"

That caught your attention as you looked at the screen, wondering which character was on the banner. "Ohh it is Hu Tao!! You don't have Hu Tao Aether?" You asked rather happy to see Hu Tao again, it was nice to see her again as you waved at the picture. "Lost the 50/50 last time" You heard a small mumble in pain.

"You can meet Hu Tao again in the teapot if you just click that sis!" Aether told you as he pointed at the screen a button that was for a ten pull. Lumine leaned on Aether's shoulder as she and Aether watched you grab the mouse moving the arrow towards the button.

It has been a while now since they started taking you away from whatever you were doing and making you pull almost everything in the game. So often did it happen when you grabbed the mouse and click the wish button did the character they wanted show up in the wish.

It wasn't like your luck was absolutely amazing that you would get like 10 5 stars in a row. But when the two try to wish luck would only let them get a 5 star past 70 wishes with that 50/50 percent chance to worry about But whenever you pulled the character come home a little sooner and almost 80 percent of the time they actually get that character they were hoping for. 

It was at around 40 pity most of the time when the wish turned gold did Lumine and Aether jump in excitement.

Hu Tao was ready to show up on the banner stretching her legs. Lumine already have her on her account so it was only Aether that didn't. She already has a bond with you but it is nice to see you on both accounts.

"Well time to get rea-..." She noticed Mona walking over did Hutao quickly notice what she was planning.

"No, no Mona it is my turn to show up don't you think so?" Hu Tao said walking up to the hydro girl with a smile on her face. Mona sighed telling Hu Tao that it was basically fate and that it was her turn to appear in game right now. 

It was only natural for a fight to happen right after no?

This is what always happens while you wish, the banner characters would have a fight with one or two standard characters before appearing. Not to the point of death no, no, but more so like a race on who gets to reach that door that was basically the way to that gold wish.

"HU TAO!!! I GOT HUTAOO!!!" Aether jumped as he tossed you into the air cheering that he finally, finally got Hu Tao after so long. You giggled, laughing as you got launched into the air only to get snatched by Lumine who ran to her room asking you to help her pull for Tartaglia and later in the standard banner for Amber. "Just say their name and they will show up, alright sis?" Lumine told you.

Lumine was able to get Childe after 30 wishes which she cheered over but was a little let down when she got another character than Amber when you pulled that 10 standard wishes she saved but she shall take getting another constellation for Kaeya a win!

It was around then when Aether who was also in Lumine's room did the two started talking about how to build Hu Tao. Childe was a character that Lumine already have but wanted a constellation for so she already kind of built him, but Aether needed a little help from Lumine about Hu Tao and asked her to move to his room for a moment.

"Psst! Pssst!! Hey, girly!" You looked at the screen of Lumine's computer and smiled waving at Childe, Hu Tao and Kaeya who were at the screen. 

"Hello big brother!"

"...why are you so cute-" Childe asked, covering his face when he heard you call him big brother. Really you remind him so much of his siblings, especially Teucer, if he could just grab you right now, hug you and introduce you to his family you would fit right at home.

Should he do it?

You are just a few steps away for him to just grab you and bring you here. How unfortunate it was when that Kaeya had somehow read his mind, placing a hand on his shoulder as a warning with a smile on his face.

Too bad… This was Childe who we are talking about who just smiled right back.

"Hello, little one. How are you?" Hu Tao greeted and smiled when you called her sister. Really you started calling many characters sister and brother if not that then aunty or uncle. It is funny when Zhongli tried to make you call him uncle yet you continually called him grandpa.

"Isn't Amber a bit mad right now because of you Mr. Kaeya?" Hu Tao asked slyly.

"She was so close to releasing that arrow on you comrade." Childe chimed in.

"Brother Kaeya just wanted to tease Sister Amber a bit!" You said cheerfully, mentally you already knew that you will be seeing Amber in the next 10 or 20 wishes or even less if she is that determined to push the 3 star weapons away somehow.

"You know me very well, _____." Kaeya nodded at your words, a smirk still on his lips. "I am sure she will forgive me. I just have to get her a drink or two."

"Sister, where is the ghostie?" You asked soon changing the topic, you could not see the little ghost. Hu Tao giggled when you asked her hat moving a bit till you saw the small ghost peeking from the cap.

The two of you, started to talk as Hu Tao started to ramble about the things that she has done to make a business. If Zhongli was here he would have tried to stop her from talking anymore in fear that you might become like her but unfortunately, it was only Childe and Kaeya who could stop her.

Which unfortunately they won't, they find it too amusing to stop the two of you when you were only having fun.

“You know comrade, you shouldn't stop me like that I would have taken it as a challenge when I noticed your glare,” Childe said in the background small enough for you not to hear it, with a smile but Kaeya could hear the threat behind it.

“Don’t think for a second I didn't see your hand flinch when she removed her attention from you. Be honest comrade, you are jealous when the attention isn't on you.”

“Is that why you took Amber’s place on the standard wish banner? How sad my friend.” Childe was smiling, yet his eyes were mocking and cold. “How sad really that we could only ever see you in the standard banner. You will never get a rate up, unlike others.”

Kaeya looked at you his eyes hardening at every insult thrown at him, he started to understand Diluc’s hate towards the harbingers now. Should he join him one time to clean up Monstade of them soon?

He also had a smile on his face, “You are rather good at jokes it seems for a fatui. I only want to tease Amber and Lumine a little, nothing wrong with that.” Kaeya chuckled a bit, “I was just worried really seeing such…odd behaviors coming from the 11th harbingers, I was worried that he was dumb enough not to understand something as simple as not doing something entirely stupid.”

“You must be in a bad mood today just to appear here in the banner, you had to fight with master Diluc no? To be honest I thought that you would lose seeing how much hp you lost compared to him. Barely managing to scrape by.? You aren't much are you.”

“Hmmm, it seems that there is a quarrel between the two boys.” Childe and Kaeya looked towards Hu Tao and you behind the screen. “We should not fight when it is a happy occasion that we get to talk to _____.” There was a glint in Hu Tao’s eyes, telling them to be careful of what they say.

Watching them argue like this Hu Tao wondered if maybe it was the stuffiness that they were nothing but a puppet to many. The words that they must repeat over and over for others, and that even with you they must be careful.

And you. You who are are like a little sister to all of them, a family, yet a sister who they adore so far out of reach.

“Not it is nothing of that sort I assure you,” Kaeya said, his voice airly as if it didn't hold that sharpness it had earlier.

“Yes, nothing wrong here.” Childe too had a smile on his face, natural in your eyes yet his lifeless eyes were still so obvious to the other two.

[mooodyblue]

trying to get to you | 50s!elvis x fem!reader

part one | part two

summary: you were supposed to hate elvis presley, but what happens when you get swept up at one of his concerts and you find yourself having feelings no girl like you should ever be having? originally requested by @thesandmanarchive

WC: 3.7k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, virgin!reader, mentions of god and church, angst, overprotective parents, slight daddy kink, smut smut smut once again. sorry if i missed any tags!

notes: sorry this took awhile to get out, i got hit with writers block and have been in a slump all week so this one's kinda a mess. slowly getting motivated to write again. as always, may contain mistakes and inaccuracies! i always enjoy reading comments regarding my work so i hope y'all enjoy! ty for the love <3

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elvis was glued to the phone. he took a shower, had lunch with his band and even spoke to his own mother on the phone. the difference between his family and yours was almost funny to him. gladys and vernon loved him to death and wanted the best for him, always calling and seeing if he needed anything. your parents were overbearing, overprotective and just wanted you to be their perfect child to show off. he didn't tell gladys about you, he wasn't sure how she'd approve of tearing someone like you of their innocence. there was a bible on the side table taunting him too.

he let out a sigh, throwing himself on his back onto the bed. he laid there for awhile and stared at the ceiling with only thoughts of you on his mind. then the phone rang, causing him to jump up and answer it with a frantic hello. he let out an annoyed sigh when he heard scotty's voice on the line. "this better be important." it wasn't, he was being invited out for drinks later which he declined. "sorry scotty, i-i just wanna be alone for awhile. i'm fine, just wanna catch up on some readin'. i'll talk to you later." he slammed down the phone and laid back down.

time went by so slowly that day. there was only so much to do in a motel toom, maybe declining drinks was a bad idea. it would have given him something to do. he watched a rerun of a show, read from his bible and practiced a few songs on his guitar. glancing at the clock then back out the window, he knew you weren't going to call. he accepted it. perhaps it was just a one time thing for the both of you. this was the sign he needed to move on. there was a church down the street that looked nice, maybe it was a good idea to take a trip and think things over with god.

but god had other plans for him.

pulling into the church, there weren't many cars around. he was happy to see it empty, meaning he wouldn't have to worry about being recognized while trying to have his personal time. he wandered in, looking around and admiring the glass windows and decor around the building before taking a seat at a random church pew in the middle. he sat there mumbling about you, praying that nothing bad would happen to you even if he never saw you again. in the midst of his prayer, the doors opened and the sound of someone being rushed in filled his ears.

"daddy, there's someone in here i can't just-"

"i don't care who's in here, you're going to sit there for an hour and think about the mess you've caused!"

she was shoved in the pew next to his on the opposite side, not making eye contact and only looking straight ahead. the man with her sat directly behind her, keeping an eye and making sure she wouldn't disobey him.

elvis recognized that voice, there was a hint of sadness in it. he slowly turned his head at you then quickly back forward after realizing it was you. he met eyes with the tall jesus state across the isle, "are you testin' me right now? is this a test? you're givin' me mixed signals here." he whispered. he didn't know what to do. there was no way for him to escape without you seeing him. he gave you a quick side eye, checking to see if you've noticed him yet. should he let out a cough? clear his throat? he couldn't just whisper your name, it'd be too obvious. he let out a small cough then looked through the corner of his eye to see if he got your attention. nothing. he coughed again, gently hitting his chest to make it look as if he had something caught in his throat. "good lord." he mumbled, trying to be more convincing. you finally glanced over at him and let out a small gasp, quickly turning your head back down to your lap to pretend you're still praying. elvis bowed his head down, slightly turning it to look at you. you turned yours the same way, giving him a small, sad smile.

"are you okay?" he mouthed, quickly glancing at your father then back at you.

you raised your head and turned your body towards your father. "daddy, can i go to the bathroom? i'll come right back." he furrowed his brows at you. "you be quick. i'm watchin' you." you nodded at him and got up quickly, shooting elvis a look before rushing off to the bathroom.

elvis waited a few minutes before standing up, doing the sign of the cross once more and leaving to go see you. he looked around for the bathroom, knocking softly once he found it. you opened the door and pulled him in quickly before locking it. "what the hell are you doin' here elvis?!"

he laughed softly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "what do you think i'm doin'? the same reason you're here. askin' for forgiveness, right?"

you shot a glare at him. "don't even start with that. this is your fault."

"my fault?" he scoffed. "i asked you over and over again yet you chose to stay the night."

you wanted to argue with him, but he was right. this was your decision and no one else's. what has gotten into you? this wasn't like you at all. elvis was like a drug to you, he was addictive and you found yourself going back to him everytime and you would be lying if you said you weren't considering sneaking out with him again.

"i should have never let you take me home. i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, my daddy was right about you! y-you're nothin' but trouble!" you snapped. elvis gave you a blank stare, arms still crossed. "a-and now i'm a disappointment to my family and to god! i'm going to hell because of you! robbin' me of my innocence, what were you thinking?" you continued on your rant as elvis stood there, staring at you and not saying a word.

"are you done?" he asked.

"huh?"

"i said, are you done?" he repeated.

you furrowed your brows at him. "y'know what, i don't have time for this!" you made your way to the bathroom door only for elvis to rush towards it, slamming his hand against the door and preventing you from leaving. "if you don't let me leave, i'm gonna yell!" he blinked, staring you down. "dad-!" he clasped his other hand over your mouth, shushing you and gently pushing you back as he leaned against the door. "you are not going to tell me to come back here just to yell at me then not let me say my peace." you rolled your eyes and gestured for him to speak.

"you are the most stubborn girl i have ever met yet i've been nothin' but nice to you. maybe you do need to be punished every once in awhile!" this was a side of elvis you didn't know existed, you were in shock. the words that left his mouth sent a small tingle down your spine. he slowly walked towards you, your back hitting against the wall as he inched his face closer to yours. "if i'm so bad for you then why do we keep runnin' into eachother? why here? at a church?" he whispered. he used the tip of his finger to raise your chin, moving his eyes to yours and down at your lips before kissing you gently. you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to explore inside. the two of you were interrupted by a loud knock at the door followed by the shout of your name, causing you to jump.

elvis grinned at you and placed one last kiss on your neck before whispering in your ear. "remember baby, gods always watchin'" he moved out of your way, watching you walk towards the door. "one last thing," he started. you reached for the handle and looked back at him once more. "be careful." you nodded at him before rushing out and muttering apologies to your father.

meanwhile, elvis waited until the coast was clear. he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. the night he first saw you, it was supposed to be a simple 'hey how are you doing?', get your name and possibly buy you dinner. not...whatever this was. this was only day three and he couldn't stop thinking about you. he even wondered how far you'd be willing to go with him, did you even like him? perhaps you had a point, maybe he was a bad influence on you. but he wasn't going to give up on you just like that.

he cracked the bathroom door open, looking around for you and your father before making his way out of the building and on his way back to his motel. elvis didn't drink often but god, he needed a drink. badly. once he pulled up to the parking lot, he was greeted by scotty who threw him a small wave. elvis quickly got out and rushed over to him. "where y'all headin'?" he asked. scotty cocked an eyebrow at him, "off to get a few drinks, which you declined if i can remember." elvis laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah uh....can i tag along?"

well, that was a mistake. elvis had one too many drinks. he had to be dragged back to his room and thrown back onto his bed, scotty asking him "you gonna be alright?" and him responding with a bunch of slurred, incoherent words. once scotty left, he laid there and wallowed in his own thoughts. he drank to forget about you for a few hours yet you were still on his mind. how beautiful you looked the night he took you home, the way you looked on top of him last night and how you looked at him earlier at church. he missed you badly, wishing you were there to take care of him. elvis was half-hard at this point, he didn't know if it was because he was thinking about you or if it was the warmth from the alcohol-maybe it was both. part of him felt silly for thinking about you in such ways. would he even see you again? who knows. he'll sleep off these feelings about you, play a show tomorrow and maybe find another girl to help him get over you.

he regetted those drinks the next day, barely making it through rehearsals and even dozing off during lunch. but he was going to put on a good show regardless. the announcer said his name, introducing him as he walked out to the crowd, guitar around him as he waved to everyone and flashed that beautiful lip curling smile he's so known for.

it was a beautiful crowd, everyone was enjoying the moment, no worries at all. it was interesting though, when you think about it, fans like him for his looks or his music but they didn't know a single thing going on in his personal life, they didn't know the moment he stepped off stage he'd go back to his room and stress over missing you and worrying if you're okay. and as if someone were reading his mind, he was looking out into the crowd, there you were, looking directly at him from the back, dressed as if you were hiding from someone. if he could, he'd jump off stage and run right towards you. hell, he wanted to sing the rest of the show in 2x speed just to make it go faster.

after a few more songs, it was finally over, saying a quick "thank you" to everyone in the audience and rushing off stage, tossing his guitar to someone and running to find you.

"y/n!" he shouted, running towards you. you took your sunglasses off, giggling at an out-of-breath elvis in front of you from running to you. "why are you here? thought i was nothin' but trouble to you. speaking of which, i thought you were supposed to be in trouble" he said, putting his hands on his hips.

you shrugged. "thought about what you said yesterday. maybe you had a point. i'm a fully grown adult anyway."

he raised an eyebrow at you. "is this a trap? why the sudden change?"

you looked around the venue, "can we talk? in private, maybe?" elvis nodded in response, taking your hand. "i'm sure i can sneak you backstage."

with elvis's growing stardom, the last thing he needed was for his manager to see him with a girl. 'the fans need to know that you're available' he once said. but he wouldn't admit that to you, at least not now anyway. you had your own problems to deal with and he didn't want to add on to your troubles. to his surprise, he did a pretty good job at hiding and sneaking you around.

he allowed you inside his dressing room, locking the door behind him and taking a seat on the couch. he spread his legs slightly and motioned for you to come sit. you took a seat in his lap, his hand immediately going to your back and keeping you secure on him. "what's goin' on, little one? talk to me."

"i think ive realized, when i'm with you, i don't feel the need to....i don't know...hold myself back?" he nodded, listening to you carefully. "when i'm at home, i have to live this strict life, i have to be perfect. i don't-i don't wanna do that anymore."

it may sound crazy, but all that time you spent locked inside a church or at home, it gave you time to think on your feelings. not just about elvis but about you. you were still true to your faith, still praying every night and seeking to your bible for guidance but the way your father has been towards you, it's not right. were you really doing anything wrong by messing around with elvis? would you actually go to hell for not having real sex with a boy that you technically weren't dating? there were still a lot of things you needed to figure out, but you'd be willing to figure it out with elvis.

"you wanna know what i think?" he moved his hand up and down your back. "you worry too much. god ain't gonna strike you down for sneaking around. shit, he may as well strike me down for the things i've done." he joked.

"and i don't wanna hear about the things you've done!"

elvis let out a laugh, "don't worry, i'll protect those innocent ears of yours." he took your hand in his, squeezing it softly. "but 'm serious baby, i ain't gonna let anything bad happen to you. i made that promise the second day we were together and i'm sticking with it. even if that means i gotta be face to face with your daddy."

"don't say that! i'm dreading the day you meet him, i just know it won't be pretty." you sighed. "how long till you leave me?"

he frowned, "leavin' tomorrow night."

you never thought you'd be saying this, but part of you didn't want elvis to leave. you didn't want to be stuck at home with your family again, you just wanted to be with elvis.

he noticed the sudden change in your mood, sneaking a hand up your dress to give your thigh a slight squeeze. "hey, you know i'll come back to see you. can't leave you behind."

you shivered at his touch, trying to shake the thoughts going through your head. "you promise?" his hand inched up more giving you the same butterflies as before, resisting the urge to close your thighs together. "mmhm." he hummed. "promise." he mumbled as he brought his lips to your neck, kissing you all over. you tilted your head to the side for elvis to get easier access.

"elvis?"

"mhm."

"c-can we...." you stuttered, not exactly knowing how to ask him to pleasure you. "what do you want baby?" he asked, taking one of his fingers and teasing you outside your panties. "c'mon, tell me what you want."

you took in a sharp inhale. "fingers, please." he smirked up at you. "only because you asked nicely." he moved your panties to the side, running a finger in between your slick folds. "fuck baby, need me that bad?" he shoved two fingers inside you, feeling you clench right around them. "so tight around my fingers, can't wait to get my cock in you one day." you moaned at his words, almost considering letting him fuck you that night, but you weren't quite ready for that yet, you weren't sure if you'd ever be ready. but the way he spoke to you in that manner, it made you want him even more.

he continued to move his fingers inside of you faster and faster, yours thighs tightening, panting heavily as you got closer to your orgasm. your hand went to his hair, tugging at it slightly as you threw your head back in pure bliss. "cum for me baby, cum for daddy." your toes curled as you let out a moan, juices soaking you and fingers. "that's my girl, so good. soaked right through your dress." he moved his fingers out of you and sucked on them, licking the juices right off.

you moved your hand from his hair and to his fully hard cock straining his pants, giving it a slight squeeze. "can i make you cum...." you rubbed your hand against his length, rubbing your thumb at the tip, grinning at the small wet spot forming through his pants. "...daddy?" he twitched under your hand, swallowing the lump in his throat. "oh fuck-yeah baby. c'mon." you hiked your dress up and placed yourself on his erection, probably making a mess of his pants, still in your soaked panties. you began rubbing yourself on him, back and forth, the friction of his pants and your wetness driving him crazy. it was driving you crazy too, feeling him against your clit and making you feel that fluttering sensation again. elvis noticed this, glancing up at you. "you gonna cum again? didn't know you had it in you." he smirked. "can i, daddy? please?" you said, riding him faster. "ah-god. yea, yea satin, with me. wait for me, baby." you nodded, more grunts leaving his lips as he felt himself throb under your panties, so soaked that you considered going home without them.

"goddamn!" he shouted, holding your hips still as he came, feeling him right under you, your second orgasm coming shortly after. you threw yourself next to him on the couch, breathing heavy and coming down from your highs. "you shouldn't say that, y'know" you panted.

he rolled his head to you, "say what?"

"that word, the g-d word."

"are you serious? after everything we just did, you're concerned about me saying goddamn?" he let out a breathy laugh.

you raised your head at him. "it's not a nice word!"

"fuck ain't a nice word either but you sure did like sayin' it a few minutes ago!" you rolled your eyes at him, laying your head back on the couch. "so i'm a sinner, sue me." he joked. you scoffed and looked over at the clock, sighing. "i have to get home."

elvis stood up, helping you up shortly after. you looked down at his pants, amused by the large wet spot on his pants. "you may wanna change." he looked down, eyes widened and rushing to change his pants. "thank god you pointed them out! that would have been embarrassin'"

he zipped up the new pair and held his hand out. you looked at him confused. "what?" he motioned his hand out, as if he was expecting something.

"i-i don't understand." he nodded his head down to your dress. "i want 'em."

"want what?"

"underwear. give 'em."

"you can't be serious!" you gasped. it was almost like he knew what you were thinking, and with no hesitation you took them off, handing them to him as he shoved them in his back pocket. "in case i don't see you tomorrow, want something to remember you by." he was dirty, but you loved it.

he opened the door, looking around and allowing you to exit first and sneaking you out before anyone could see you. the two of you walked outside, standing there for a minute till elvis broke the silence. "do you need a ride home?" he asked. "no, it's okay. i don't wanna risk it." you replied, sadly. he took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb against your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

part of him wanted to say he loved you, but he didn't want to scare you off.

"y'know i care about you." he said softly. "if i don't see you tomorrow, i'll be here next week. i promise. i'll find you and get you outta that house, baby. remember that."

you blushed. "thank you elvis."

he pulled you in for a hug, embracing you with his arms around you. "don't thank me. you deserve to be appreciated, it's okay to not be perfect all the time." he pulled away, looking in your eyes. "but you're perfect to me. this is the best week i've had in a long time, bein' able to see you next week is what's gonna help me get through the rest of this tour."

your heart swelled at his words, almost making you tear up. "i'm proud of you y/n, you're doing good." he said, patting you on the shoulder. you took in a breath, holding back your tears. "thank you." you made a note to cry about it when you got home.

"get home safe, alright? i'll see you soon, honey." he kissed you once more before and you began to make your way home, elvis standing by and watching until he couldn't see you anymore.

[ragingbookdragon]

What Is A Mother, But The Woman Who Loves Us Most?

A Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I know there is a story like this already (by a different author) but I should preface that this is a story that I posted a year or so before but deleted my previous blog last year, so it's not going to seem like it. I haven't copied any ideas, this is my own that I posted a year or so ago, and re-posting again now. -Thorne

You are not my mother!

The loathing words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he watched the cave go deathly quiet around him. Everyone's eyes were wide, even hers, but a millisecond later, they set in a hard stare as she stood straight, her jaw tightening.

She nodded, staring at him. "You're right Damian. I'm not Talia al Ghul. I'm not your mother. But I will tell you what I am." She raised her left hand, flashing the silver wedding ring on her finger. "I'm your father's wife. And what I tell you to do in this manor is what I expect from you."

He shook his head in anger, glaring at her. "This is my father's manor!"

"No Damian, this is the Wayne Manor. And I've been, to use a rather weathered term, the lady of the house for almost fifteen years. Long before you were even a thought in Talia's mind." He stopped and she crossed her arms. "I may not be your mother, but you are a child and your father and I are the adults. When you turn eighteen, you can make all the decisions you want. Until then, what we say goes."

His lips drew in a taut line and she added, "I've already talked about it to Bruce. You're not allowed on patrol after what happened at the gala. If you want to complain to him about it, he's going to tell you the same thing." Her eyes shifted to the others, then she looked back at him one last time before turning around and walking up the stairs.

When she was gone, he let out a shout in anger and threw silver coffee pot against the cave wall. It hit the wall with a clang and dropped, rolling on the ground a few times as it spilled its contents, much like his mood.

He felt their eyes on them and he whipped his head up, glaring at them. "What?!"

Tim and Jason simply narrowed their eyes at him, but Dick walked forward and knelt in front of him. "Kiddo, that wasn't a nice thing to say to mom."

Damian scoffed at him before shoving past, climbing up the stairs. “Like the three of you haven't said that to her before." There was no return to his statement, giving him all the answer, he needed.

***

He stepped out of the study stretching his arms and listening to the sound of his bones popping before he shifted, moving towards the door. The boys had left a few minutes earlier to catch a rerun of an episode of Vikings, leaving him alone in the cave.

Alfred walked up to him, handing him a sweater before motioning to the door. "Mrs. Wayne has taken a seat out on the patio. I suspect you'll wish to see her."

Bruce nodded, taking the sweater from him before thanking him and moving out of the study and towards the patio. He crossed into the living room as he did, stopping to stare at his four sons passed out on the couch. The TV was still going, so he leaned down, gently taking the remote from Dick's hand and shutting it off.

He set the remote down and started his path again, but stopped when he heard, "You going to check on mom?" He turned around, looking at a his oldest.

Bruce nodded, taking in the sight of Dick’s arms wrapped around all of his brothers. “After you boys told me what happened, I thought I should talk to her about it."

Dick nodded, reaching up and rubbing his eyes, careful not to wake the others beside him. "He didn't mean it...he'll see that when he gets over being angry."

Bruce nodded and leaned over, ruffling his hair. “Tell Jason that you two should stay at the manor tonight...it's too late for you to head home anyway."

Dick started to argue, but a look from his father and quick, “Your mother would have a fit if you two tried to drive home now or later…you know that.”

His son nodded and Bruce turned around once more, this time making his way to the dimly lit patio. His hand curled around the cool metal handle of the sliding glass door, and he quietly opened it, stepping out onto the deck. She lay on the porch swing, covered by a heavy hound’s tooth blanket, with a barely full wine glass in her hand.

He walked towards her and bent over, picking up the wine bottle; he shook it lightly before quipping, "I can't believe you've drank an entire bottle in one sitting."

As if finally noticing his presence, she tipped her head lazily to him and mumbled, "It's empty?"

He snorted and tipped the bottle upside down. "As it was the day before it was bottled."

Bruce paused and grinned as she huffed a laugh and brought the glass she had in her hand up to her mouth. He watched her down the rest of her red wine before she set the glass on the table; he set the bottle beside it and shifted her forward, easing his way behind her until they were both comfortable. She rested her back against his chest, her head dropping against his shoulder. His arms came up around her as he pulled the blanket up to her neck, keeping her warm.

He was quiet for a second then he murmured, "...The boys told me what happened earlier."

There was a moment of silence, then she whispered, "I know I should be used to it after hearing it come from each of them..." She stopped, then continued with, "But it still stings to hear it."

A sad smile crossed his lips as he pressed his lips to her temple. "Of course it stings (Y/N)...you're their mother and you love them." After he didn't receive a response from her, he tipped his head and looked down. "(Y/N)? Love?" She turned her head, and he took in the sight of the tears in her eyes; his face fell at the sight and he brought a hand up, cupping her cheek. "Oh…sweetheart."

(Y/N) choked out a sob and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she clenched a hand in his sweater. Bruce rested his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her back, comforting her with quiet words.

***

Damian watched them from the screen door, feeling his heart clench in his chest at the sight of (Y/N) sobbing. He swallowed thickly and stepped back, only to come into contact with someone—something. He let out a quiet gasp and spun around, seeing Dick staring sadly out at his parents, Tim and Jason behind him doing the same.

Damian looked at them and whispered, "What are you three doing?"

Dick glanced at him briefly before motioning to them. "We heard the sliding door open, and we went to listen."

"I didn't know you were eavesdroppers."

A hand came up and cuffed him upside the head; he held his head, glaring at Jason who bit out, "Shut up, two-bit. You were eavesdropping too."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but shut it and turned back around, looking at her. A moment passed, then he mumbled, "You said the same thing I did." He looked up at his brothers, who wore clouded expressions; each of them nodded after a few seconds, and he asked, "What happened?"

Dick was the first to speak, remembering a time from when he was a mere ten years old.

***

He stomped angrily through the house, not even caring about her following him; she called after him repeatedly. "Dick. Dick, honey, stop for a second."

He didn't listen, still moving. "No! You grounded me!"

"And I grounded you for a reason. You deliberately disobeyed me." He grunted at her and she called out, her voice ringing with authority, "Richard John Grayson. Not another step young man." He stopped at it and she continued, "You left the cave tonight and went on patrol without asking. As your mom-"

He spun around, his eyes angered as he spit, "You're not my mom! Stop acting like it!" Her mouth shut, and her eyes went wide from the declarations.

She blinked, obviously stunned at his words, and she stared down at her hands murmuring, "I may not be your real mother...but I...I am...I..." She drew off, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek. Dick's widened when she looked up at him, and he saw the tears beginning to spill, running down her cheeks.

He raised his hands out to her. "Wait! I—I didn't mean it!"

(Y/N) looked down and she brought a hand up to her mouth, moving past him, letting out a broken, 'excuse me'. He watched her go past him, then a few moments later, Bruce walked into the room and he turned to him.

"Bruce!" Bruce looked down at him, taking in the sight of Dick, who was almost in tears.

The lecture he had ready for him went out the window as he squatted in front of Dick. "Dick?"

The boy looked up at him, tears filling those big blue eyes. "I—I messed up B-Bruce."

He reached out a hand, wiping his tears away. "What happened Dick?"

Dick lowered his head and he whispered, "I a—accidently told (Y/N) that she wasn't my m-mom."

Bruce sighed at him and murmured, “Oh, Dick." The boy began to sob, and Bruce reached out, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, bud."

***

Dick looked at her and murmured, "I've never forgotten the look she gave me after I said it to her..." He looked down at Damian, and said, "And neither has she."

Jason nodded at that. "I'm sure she's never forgotten how I left the cave telling her I had to go find my real mom.

***

"What are you looking at baby?"

He jerked forward, clicking the screen to minimize the images. "Nothing!" He spun around to see her walking towards him, an amused smile on her face.

"And I'm assuming that nothing is not important?" She questioned.

He nodded. "Not at all."

She stared at him until he sighed and turned around, clicking the screen to reveal the images of the three women; she walked up to him. "Who are these women?"

He pointed to each one. "Sharmin Rosen, Lady Shiva, and Sheila Haywood."

(Y/N) nodded, looking at them. "They're very pretty women." She paused and looked at him. "But why are you looking at them." He dropped his gaze and picked at his fingers. "Jason? Hon?"

He looked back up at her. "One of them is my mom."

Her eyes widened as she said, "Like...your biological mom?"

He nodded. "I found out after I went back to my old apartment." He looked between the screen and (Y/N). "I'm gonna track them down." She was silent, her eyes moving to the screen, and he turned to her, rising from the chair. "I have to go find them...I have to go find my real mom."

***

"And those were the last words I ever said to Ma." They stared at Jason as he leaned against a table by the door. "And it got a lot worse when I came back...I said horrible things to Ma...about her not caring...about her not being a mother." He went silent and shook his head. "I fucked up a lot of things between us for a good couple years."

Tim watched him, then nodded. "I hadn't even realized I'd actually said it to mom...it was such an offhanded comment that I didn't even know what I said until she was gone."

***

He barely registered the sound of his bedroom door opening, let alone the sound of her footsteps as she walked up to him. He did, however, hear the disappointment in her tone as she said, "Timmy...you need to go to bed."

He shook his head, typing on the keyboard. "I'm fine."

"Honey, you've been awake for almost forty-eight hours." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "It's not good for your body if you stay up like this."

"I'm fine. Really, I'm good."

She squeezed his shoulder, the other hand reaching out to close the laptop. "You'll be good when you're asleep in bed." Skimming the top of this laptop, she stopped when his curled around her wrist.

He turned to her and said, "Will you stop mothering me? I'm fine. I don't need your help."

He let go of her and turned back to the screen, barely registering the way she quietly whispered, “Alright Timmy...goodnight”, and walked out of his room.

***

"The only reason I actually realized what I said was after a few minutes, I realized that she hadn't told me she loved me after saying good night." He paused, digging a groove into the carpet with his toes. "Mom didn't say anything about it the next day, but I could tell that something had shifted. She was more reserved when it came to me." He looked at Damian. "Look, I know you and I don't get along, but I'm going to tell you something brother to brother. Go apologize to mom and tell her that you didn't mean it."

It was all he said before he looked at the others and waved. "I'm going to bed.

Jason soon followed saying, "I'm with Timbers. I'm gonna go crash."

The two of them began making their way to their rooms when the sound of the screen door opening and closing brought their attention back. They looked towards it, seeing Bruce carrying (Y/N), her head pressed against his chest.

He stopped when he saw them, his surprised look giving way to a hard expression. "Were you four watching?" They all started making excuses, but he shushed them, nodding at their sleeping mother; they shut their mouths and he brought his foot back, sliding the door closed.

"Is mom alright?"

Bruce looked at Dick and nodded. "She's fine. Wine drunk...but fine." He looked down at Damian. "(Y/N) does a lot for all of us. You owe her an apology when she wakes up." Damian nodded, watching as he walked past them, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.

***

The dull throb in her head told her the migraine was something she was going to need some aspirin, water, and a heavy blanket to block out the light to fix. She groaned lightly as she burrowed her face in her pillow, then she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Immediately, she took in the sight of the four of her boys curled up like cats in the bed with her. A smile graced her lips and she reached down beside her hip, running a hand over Tim's head; he shifted in his sleep, burying his face in her side and she struggled to bite back the laugh that wanted to come out. She reached over again and ran her hands through Dick and Jason's hair, watching them do the same.

She smiled at them, then a voice sounded from beside her. "Are you awake, Umi?" (Y/N) looked to her side, seeing Damian curled up beside her. Bruce's broad shoulders made him look so tiny from where he was laying and she nodded, raising a hand and caressing his head.

"I'm awake, sweetheart." He nodded, then moved under her arm, resting his head on her shoulder. Her arm settled comfortably around him, and she brought up her hand, gently running her fingers through his short hair.

After a few moments he whispered, "...I'm sorry, Umi."

Her response was to press her lips to his forehead, and murmur, "I know, baby."

He swallowed thickly, feeling the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to say it."

She nodded; her lips still pressed to his forehead. "I know you didn't, sweetheart. It was something said in anger."

He moved to sit up, looking up at her as he whispered harshly, "But I have hurt you! I made you cry! I...did this." He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes, and (Y/N) watched the tears begin to fall down his cheeks. He looked back up at her a few seconds later and said, "You are my mother, Umi...you are the only mother I've known."

(Y/N) shifted, careful not to wake her sons, then she cupped Damian's cheeks in her hands. "Baby...it's okay...I'm not angry at you."

He shook his head in her grip. "But you're sad because I said you weren't my mother."

(Y/N) brushed her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the tears. "We all say things that we don't mean." He looked up at her and she searched his eyes. "What matters is that when they are said, we try our best to fix what we've done wrong."

Damian nodded his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Umi."

A sad smile crossed her lips and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I am too, baby." She pulled away and brushed his cheeks again. "I still love you though...with all my heart."

"You do? Even after what I said?"

(Y/N) nodded, pulling him to her; he rested his head under her chin, and she wrapped her arms around him as she murmured, "The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness." She brought up a hand, caressing the side of his head as she whispered, "Each of you has told me as some point that I am not what I am. But I know deep down that none of you meant it. And each time I heard it, it hurt...but forgiveness is a good thing when used."

"To err is human...to forgive...divine."

She smiled at his quote and squeezed him gently. "I love you, Damian...my beautiful baby boy."

The feeling of tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them away, his hand clenching in her shirt as he replied, "I love you too, Umi."

There was a moment of silence between them until, "How come the demon-spawn gets all the love? We were here first."

Damian raised his head, glaring at Tim. "I am Umi's favorite, Drake."

"The hell you are, Tater-tot. If anyone's the favorite, it's me."

"I think you're wrong, Little-wing. Iwas the first. I'm the favorite."

"No one asked you, dickhead."

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her two oldest as they began to shove at each other, and eventually, Tim and Damian got into the mess, and she watched their fists and feet fly at each other.

A grunt sounded from beside her and she looked down to see her husband glaring at her. "You just had to get them going this early, didn't you, Mrs. Wayne?"

(Y/N) let out a 'pfft' and leaned down, pressing her lips to his before laying her head on his arm, their foreheads touching. "Yeah...but I know that when they're fighting like this, they're giving each other love."

"Tough love."

She snorted and tickled his side, feeling him jerk away. "But love nonetheless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of someone grunting cut him off. "Mom! Jason won't let me out of this headlock!"

"Mom! Jason won't let me-"

"STOP MOCKING ME, JASON!"

"You're unbearable, Drake! I am Umi's favorite!"

"Keep telling yourself that, oompa-loompa."

"I am not an oompa-loompa!"

(Y/N) sighed and looked at her husband. "Never a dull morning, is it Mr. Wayne?"

He grinned at her but grunted when one of them hit his side. "No, it's not Mrs. Wayne. No, it is not."

[smittenskitten]

Ok I think I am mostly caught up with whatever was in the tag, still catching up. So far what I got from Day 1 -

They acted out some of the scenes from the show

They did the pier kiss 💏

Kinn gave Porsche a bar in the beach 🥺🥺 Kinn sung songs to Porsche while playing his guitar; activating all the singer!bartender!au

Bible in a crop top 💯

Tankhun in a flying carpet? He looked fabulous.

Sailor Perth with other Sailor bodyguards and Tuxedo Tong ✨

KinnPorsche national anthem with Slot Machine

When they said everyone, they really brought everyone in the concert. I wasn't expecting to see the parents but there they are.

Korn singing (!) with his son and son-in-law. Uff Ex Pia did some magic Mike dance number with his on screen kids, so yeah good luck 🥵🥵

And Annita (Porsche's Mom)! Like ma'am! Wow! Did I think she would dance to Doja Cat? No, but she did and looked amazing 🥵🥵🥵🥵

But what I want to know is where is Porsche's other mom? Where is Yok? [Edit: P'Sprite had covid so she couldn't attend. Hope she gets to appear in the next concert]

Mile finally got to see Apo as Zhan Zao 🤣🤣🤣🤣 So kids learn from P'Mile, if you insist enough times dreams do come true.

Time (JJ) and Tem (Pong) made out on stage

Build and Nodt did something I am frankly not able to recover from

The entire audience singing Why Don't You Stay making the cast emotional

Lots of crying of course 😭😭😭😭

EDIT:

THERE IS GOING TO BE A PERIOD MOVIE WITH MILEAPO AND I AM SO ON BOARD WITH THIS! [The official teaser is now up in Be on Cloud's YouTube channel]

NOTES:

Day 2 and onward live stream/reruns were "censored" version cause oh no! It's a gay musical! The leads kissing in front of live audience! The supporting characters also kissing in front of live audience! Think of the chikens 🙄🙄

Wish we had Day 1 for live stream and reruns but I will take what I can get. All the love for the fancam clips from audience. Without those clips we wouldn't get to experience a lot of the things that happened on stage.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake. 

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful. 

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much. 

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps. 

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok. 

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

💀

Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce. 

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way. 

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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@wtb fam this is our moment. so one of my mutuals and fellow judith light stan @trying-to-get-somewhere-real is binging who’s the boss for the first time. 

so basically i’m starting this thread for anyone who wants to give them their thoughts, episode recommendations, etc. @gracefarrell @cassiopeiasara @cordychse and honestly whoever else wants to join in is free to add to this thread. though i personally recommend watching the show in full to get the authentic slow burn experience(tm), here’s a list of my favorite txa-centric episodes. general notes: beware the season 6 finale. seasons 3 and 6 are my favorite, but 6 (which is the season for together-but-not-together vibes. like if you liked tony deliberately not going on dates because of angela, season 6 has this in spades. mutually.) the catch is that s6 ends on a pretty major roadblock (NO SPOILERS, GUYS) and the last two seasons are their own can of worms. that’s when my meta will give my thoughts better than i ever could off the top of my head.

but at the risk of making what was supposed to be an intro post be longer than it already is, here are my top ten txa episodes.

1. 2.01-2.02 it happened one summer (i count two-parters as one episode. this one is the definition of a classic, and my personal favorite from when i was a kid - i first saw the show in reruns in the early 00s and first binged it in full a few years ago.)

2. 1.22 first kiss - pretty much self-explanatory lol

3. 6.01 in search of tony - a game-changer and one of those episodes that makes the slow burn worth it.

4. 4.01 frankie and tony are lovers - another game-changer and judith’s best performance in the whole show. they really knew how to do a season opener.

5. 3.18 the proposal - this episode is the culmination of a half-season long arc. s3 is heaviest on the mutual pining.

6. 1.10 requiem - the first of a handful of 80s sitcom-style very special episodes(tm), and the first episode where they really connect on a deep emotional level. a big part of txa’s appeal is that they’re really only opposites attract on the surface. this is one of the episodes where they discover that they have more in common than they originally thought. tony danza’s best episode, for obvious reasons.

7. 3.06 wedding bells? - angela’s friends set up txa to walk down the aisle. that’s it that’s the episode. this one kicks off the geoffrey arc referenced above, and is as much about what the characters don’t say than about what they do.

8. 2.25 the anniversary show - another game-changer, but not. you’ll see what i mean.

9. 4.23 sleep talk, sweet talk - the sequel to the anniversary show. again, no spoilers, but you’ll see what i mean.

10. 7.10 starlight memories - the wwii au episode. “it’s a slow dance.” a gem in an otherwise not great season

i can also give you a top to worst - but i feel like that might spoil season 8. it’s a mess, tbh, but they stick the landing by the time the series ends.

fellow wtb fans - what would you say to someone watching the show for the first time?