#try both out why not? the mini desk one is so fucking horrible. the way it sucks shit up isnt closed so if you tip it forward everything

[bunnyb34r]

I finally used my "world's smallest" mini shop vac and let me just say... this thing fucking rules. I LOVE IT

It's quieter than a handheld vacuum AND quieter than a mini desk vacuum. It is hilariously fun to use. It sucks!! It sucks shit up!! Way better than the mini desk vac!

10/10 product 😘👌

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[3] conflicts of interest | into it (pjm)

session three: conflicts of interest

⇢ this is part of the ‘into it’ mini series

summary: this shit should have never gotten this deep.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: grad school au, idiots to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, some fake dating (in a sense?) | angst, smut

words: 7.5k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, cheating/infidelity >  **i apologize in advance - please do not read if this is triggering for you** < oral (m. receiving), slight choking, fingering, cum eating, lots of sexual tension and flirting, bar scenes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, smoking weed, getting high, mentions of getting high, mentions of being cross-faded, praising, slight begging, dancing/grinding, making out, if there are any mistakes pls ignore ty, & yes the first cocktail oc drinks is a fucking AMF i am sorry if i am bringing back horrible memories and hangovers~

note: pumped this out so i can get cloud nine ch 7 out for you all this weekend, enjoy ✨

"Alright, let's talk about the importance of finding common ground and meeting halfway. From the previous two sessions, a big theme I picked up on was not being able to compromise due to different interests." Jimin sneaks a quick, flirty glance at you while Dr. Young's back is facing the both of you. His fingers gently pinch at your thigh, causing you to blush and brush his hand away. "It's not uncommon, of course." Dr. Young turns to look at you two.

Fucking flirt.

"Yeah." Jimin responds and meets Dr. Young's eyes first before you do.

"Do you feel like you two are complete opposites?"

"Yeah, she's a little more tamed than I am." Jimin chuckles.

"Hm, interesting choice of words." Dr. Young now has lines across his forehead from how furrowed his brows are. "Tamed."

"I mean, she is." Jimin shrugs, looking at you then back at him as he leans over onto his knees.

"How so, then?"

"She's, I don't know— she doesn't like to go out much. Doesn't like to meet new people as often as I do. Doesn't like to drink, doesn't like to smoke a bit. Doesn't enjoy being at bars, clubs or loud places in general."

"Do you agree, Y/N?"

"I guess? I just don't think it's bad, though."

"No, it's not. Which is why we should be careful about how we describe each other. Tamed might be the word for you, but it may not be the word for Y/N. Same thing goes for you—" He opens his hand and points it towards Jimin. "If Y/N calls you wild, that's probably how she sees it but it may not be for you."

"I am pretty wild though. I can be."

"But not always are you going to be 100% on how she describes you. Same with her. It's just what you both are comfortable with, right? Can't really force someone out of their bubble if that's just not how they work, and that's okay. We also can’t place the expectation on our partner that says they can and should meet all of our needs. We should respect that."

"But it'd be nice to have fun together once in awhile."

"So, let's try and find a common ground then." Dr. Young nods. "Just because we have differences doesn't mean we have to shut it down immediately. This will help further your communication, help you two find ways to meet in the middle instead of turning your backs on each other." He gives you both a reassuring nod before leaning back against his desk, hands resting against the edge, one foot crossed over the other. "For example, let's say Y/N, you wanna have a night in but Jimin wants to go out and have a good time. What do you say?" You shrug.

"Have a good time?" Jimin bites onto his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing out loud. "Cause I'm not going out."

"Right, you shut it down. Expected." You raise an eyebrow. "Jimin, how do you respond?"

"Text you later?" Dr. Young chuckles and nods.

"See, you two are turning your backs on each other already."

"Well, you said we can't really force each other out of our comfort zones." Jimin adds.

"Right, but you two could also come together and discuss ways where you can spend time together and be happy. You could suggest that you have a night in with her, as long as you pop open a few cold ones during the movie." Dr. Young says, trying to act all hip. You smile a bit, but it quickly fades when he looks at you. "Or, you can have Y/N accompany you for an hour before you two head home for a night in."

"She wouldn't—"

"You haven't even tried." You cut Jimin off and look at him.

"She's right." Dr. Young shrugs.

"Fine." Jimin clears his throat to get into the role. "Would you really, though?"

"If you sat down and talked to me about it this way, yes."

"Hm." Jimin hums. "I've suggested it before and it hasn't done much." He subtly smirks at you.

"Maybe because you give up so easily." You fire back, staring deep into Jimin's eyes while he cocks his head to the side. You watch as his tongue swipes the surface before his teeth gently nibble on his lip. God, it's taking everything in you right now not to jump on this man. And he knows it too, he fucking knows it. The best part of it all? He feels the same exact way.

He's purposefully keeping the tension high, just to see what you could do it with it.

He can tell you'd do a lot, and that's turning him the fuck on.

"Okay, let's reel it back in." Dr. Young nods and moves away from his desk. "We're not here to point fingers. We're working on compromise, remember? Meeting halfway?" He pulls his chair closer to you both. "Let's face each other and run through some exercises." It's funny, because this is supposed to be just a project. Quite frankly, Jimin and Tae have more than enough data gathered to at least get a passing grade. Could call it quits and walk the fuck up out of here without turning back. But, you both turn to each other and run through the exercises as if it could actually help.

Help what exactly?

This weird, invisible yet undeniable attraction you had for each other? Like you two could lean on each other, help each other grow and learn? Be there for each other. Put some tips to use for future reference. It was wrong, but part of you kept on with it because it gave you time with Jimin. It gave you time to be alone with him, in this intimate, vulnerable setting. And yeah, it's fucked up because you felt like he had trusted you more than Kaori. Hell, why did you know his darkest secrets when she didn't?

It was no competition, but if you weren't mistaken, you were definitely wearing the crown at the moment.

You turn a bit to face Jimin, knees almost touching as you dart from his eyes and back down to his plump lips. Which, yes. He catches. He catches everything. The tip of his finger subtly brushes against your knee, back and forth.

Back and forth.

Just enough for you to feel it, sending tiny jolts through your body; not enough for Dr. Young to catch it.

You run through the exercises per usual, practicing trying to meet middle ground as intended. Dr. Young has you both try it a few times being that you both either a) get defensive or b) laugh a bit and can't take it seriously. He gives you two a look, almost like he wants to ask if you two will get it together or if it's a joke. But he has patience, much more than you have. Much more than Jimin does. He doesn't question it further besides the looks he has given off, instead brushes it off and continues on.

It takes a couple of tries before you two are able to knock down the exercise, being able to approach the conversation without pointing fingers, placing blame. You finally learn the right timing to slip in keywords and certain phrases to segway into a proper discussion to meet in the middle, find ways to compromise to keep each other happy.

And it works, you do make each other happy, even beyond this. Jimin smiles to himself a bit when Dr. Young starts to go off on one of his talks. He smiles because now, he can think a little bit more about you, can feel a little bit more about you even when you're literally right next to him. He feels relieved when he can talk to you like this. He feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of his shoulder every time he can be honest with you, be real with you. He feels comfort when you don't judge him, when you smile at him, when you don't blame him for feeling the way he does. You were just so real, so raw. So, so real that he had to remind himself you weren't his. So unrealistic, too good to be true.

That's when it hits him again, because after all of this, he would go his own way and you would go yours. Even though he doesn't want to. It could be a phase, could be something he's enjoying momentarily cause it's new and thrilling. You're new and thrilling. But he doesn't think it is, not at all. He vibes with you, wants to ride with you, have some good times and chill with you. So real, so raw, too good to be occupying his mind all the damn time.

Once the hour is up, Dr. Young takes a big sigh before pursing his lips together and bidding you two farewell. He suggests coming in next session with a clearer mind, a more 'strict' mindset to continue tackling your relationship issues as a team. He proceeds to say that 'we work together, not against each other' with that weird little smirk of his before he proceeds to write in his notepad at his desk. Jimin shuts the door behind him, eyes immediately darting to you when he sees you walk ahead towards the elevator.

"Wait up." He chuckles, hand gently grabbing at your wrist.

"Or what?" You tease.

"Hm, don't think you'd want to test me like that, princess." He does a slight head tilt before smiling down at you. "Way to go with keeping us under wraps."

"My fault again?! You started it!"

"Hey, what did we learn about pointing fingers at each other?" He presses the button before leaning back against the rail as the door closes. You stand a few feet ahead, looking at the reflection against the silver elevator doors, looking at the way Jimin holds onto the rails with his head cocked to the side while staring at you.

He knows you see him.

He wants that.

Wants to continue seeing you squirm, see you fight against your own conflicts of interest just to keep him at a distance like you should. Even though you know that side is losing terribly, even though you've already determined you don't want to.

"So." You clear your throat when the elevator dings, signaling that you've reached the lobby floor. "Any plans tonight?"

"Just gonna hang out with the boys."

"Like always. Do you ever do anything different?"

"Wanna hang out then?" He laughs.

"Why don't you go see your girlfriend?"

"She's hanging out with her friends."

"Do you two ever see each other?"

"Yeah, we do." He looks at you, a little unsure at what you're getting at here, but he brushes it off. "Why, what are you doing tonight then?"

"It's bar crawl night for grad students." You pinch his side, making him yelp before attempting to pinch your arm. "Why don't you go with Namjoon and Jungkook?"

"Ah, we'll see. Jungkookie hates going out to the bars like that. Joon doesn't mind but sometimes he gets in a mood. Doesn't wanna do shit. Just wants to get high and be lazy."

"Well, getting high to be lazy sure does sound nice."

"Come over and get high with me."

"Not a good idea." He pouts. Which is the truth. You remember getting high with Yoongi and being incredibly flirty and needy all night. He liked you enough to give you that attention, cuddling you the way you wanted, fucking you the way you wanted. You'd sure it'll be the same [more or less] around Jimin, it's no doubt you were feeling him.

"Why not?"

"Stoooop." You whine cutely, making him giggle.

"Cute."

"Just swing by a bar or two tonight. Promise it'll be fun."

"You don't have to convince me, Y/N." He says with a tiny, tight-lipped smile. "But I always keep my word and I told the boys we'd hang out tonight."

"Mmkay, well. I'm sure you won't have trouble finding the group if you do decide to head out with Namjoon and Jungkook." He nods.

"Be good."

"Be good?" He doesn’t respond, just smirks again like the frustratingly attractive flirt he is. "Stop doing that." He laughs, making you push him away.

"Just saying. Want you to be safe."

"You're unbelievable."

"Hm." He hums. "Kinda hard to believe you don't like it though." He bites onto his bottom lip and gently caresses your chin.

"I'll see you later, maybe?"

"Eh, yeah sure." He shrugs before tapping his cheek. "Missing something before you go?"

"No, I think I'm good for now. Maybe tonight I'll find it." He smiles as he watches you walk off. God, you were bad news. He wanted to go tonight, just to see you, just to get some time with you. The only thing that was putting him off was the fact that you wouldn't be alone, he wouldn't be alone— you'd be with your boys, he'd be with his boys, you'd all be surrounded by loud, drunk grad students who most likely wouldn't remember a thing or two the following day, but fuck, it was risky.

It was risky, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Even when he sees Kaori for a minute before she's off to spend more time with her friends. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly like she hasn't seen him in a long time and he does the same, except he can't reciprocate the feelings behind it this time. He likes seeing her, likes having her in his arms, but part of him always begins to wonder what it would be like if you were in his arms, if you were the one he was seeing. Kaori kisses him like there's no tomorrow, the conflicts within him arising at a fast pace. Should he pull away? Should he continue? Should he deepen this just to continue feeling her, see if this could change anything?

He continues to kiss her, but eventually pulls away, eyes locked onto hers while she stares at him like he's her entire universe— not knowing that she was no longer his, that she had merely become a small star rather than his entire galaxy in a short amount of time. But he smiles it off, caresses her chin like he did with yours before sending her off. When he drives off to Namjoon's, the boys can tell something has been a little off, but no one has cared enough to mention it or bring it up. They figured Jimin could make it work, whatever the hell the problem was. They'll intervene if it's obvious they're needed.

Like Hoseok—

Who is giving you the biggest,most confusing stare-down of the century when he sees you walk into Taehyung's with a huge smile on your face and a big burst of energy that you had consistently been keeping up with the past few weeks or so. He picked up on the chemistry between you and Jimin quick, but kept it lowkey, never said a word. But he saw you that night at the restaurant. Saw how you glowed when he sat next to you, saw how your entire body language shifted when Kaori came, how you sulked next to Yoongi.

He's got you. He's just hoping he doesn't have to say shit for you to realize how wrong this is. But that's the terrible beauty when it comes to conflicts of interest, right? You win some, you lose some.

After a few rounds of pregaming, Taehyung finally drives your crew over to the meeting spot so that you could walk down to the first bar with the rest of the grad students participating. There was a good amount of grad students and their friends gathered around, yet the only face you were looking for wasn't there. You didn't think he'd come at this point, or else he would have been here by now. Or so, you had assumed.

Bummer.

But you were going to keep the fun alive for tonight, no expectations, no debbie-downer business. Just you, your boys and the rest of the students who decided a bar crawl would be the best way to let out some steam.

"Beers for my guys, and—" Tae passes you an AMF with a smug, shitty, devilish smile on his face. "An AMF for my favorite lady."

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Oh boo fucking hoo, ma'am. You took shots of vodka, this wouldn't be crossing any lines." He nudges the tall glass full of light blue liquid towards you. "Cheers, baby."

"I hate it when you say shit like that." You roll your eyes, taking a huge sip of the AMF with Tae nodding as he sips his beer.

"She's gonna yack tonight." Yoongi chimes in, scrunching his nose at you.

"Am not! I never get that sloppy."

"Never?"

"Once or twice. Accidents happen, have a little faith." Yoongi nods with a sarcastic 'mhm' while Hoseok laughs loudly next to him.

"It's okay, he'll still hold your hair and rub your back anyways."

"Fuck off." Yoongi blushes, making Hoseok laugh even louder. Unbelievable. Leave it to Hoseok and Tae to never let the topic die.

"I wish Jimin and his friends were coming, they're cool people. Would be fun to get together like this."

"Is he busy with his girlfriend or something?" Hoseok asks, eyes quickly darting from yours to Taehyung's as he sips on his beer.

"Dunno, just said he had plans." Tae looks at you.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You saw him earlier today."

"And?"

"And sooo why didn't you convince him to go?"

"I'm not going to force someone out of their own plans just to come to the bar, Taehyung. He has his own life to tend to."

"Noooo fun." He whines. Eventually, you feel at ease again, off the hook, because Taehyung finally lets the topic go and moves onto something completely random [and perhaps stupid, let's just say]. The night is also suddenly becoming much more of a bore than you expected, with Taehyung entertaining girls left and right, Yoongi being the quiet, introverted person he is even in a room full of noise, and Hoseok being a social butterfly.

Yoongi is in the middle of explaining to you why he thinks we aren't alone in this universe, and you give him your undivided attention. You loved Yoongi, always kept him close, always loved having him near. You would give him your attention even if he didn't call for it, you were just drawn to him like a magnet. And even if he made absolutely no sense in his sudden crash course about human beings, the universe and space, you still looked him in the eyes and nodded. Nodded along like you understood, nodded like he was the only person in this room.

That is— until you see past him and your heart rate increases. Hands feel clammy, Yoongi's voice starts to drown out within the crowd. Yoongi was no longer the only person in this room to you.

It's fucking dumb, really.

It's fucking dumb that you feel this way when you see Jimin and his friends walk into the bar because you shouldn't be feeling this way. Not for him. It could be for anyone else, but it surely can't be for him. Regardless of the shit he's said in session, regardless of the moments you two shared.

And it's fucking dumb that part of you feels so persistent because you feel the way he looks at you, too. It isn't just a look. He means more behind it, a lot more. You see it in his eyes, and you're sure he sees it in yours.

Now you're at this grad student bar crawl thingy [whatever the fuck you wanna call it, you've been posted at this same bar for what seems like hours now], your pussy clenching around nothing just because Jimin walked up in this dimly lit bar, looking the way he does.

"Oh shit, Jimin's here!" Taehyung says, perking up beside you as the both of you stand alongside Yoongi and Hoseok, sipping on more beers and cocktails. "He said he didn't think he was gonna make it cause he had plans! That liar." Taehyung jokes as he excitedly makes his way over to Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon. To be fair, it honestly doesn't even look like they had planned on coming, being that Jimin is in black fitted joggers, a white crewneck and a black hat. Jungkook and Namjoon aren't that entirely dressed for the occasion either. Another part of you starts to feel even more dumb for thinking that maybe, he came just to see you. Maybe, just maybe.

You watch as Taehyung becomes the social butterfly that he always is, loudly walking alongside of them and leading them over to your group. You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and shift your weight from left foot to right foot.

"Yoooo, guys!" Hoseok says, also being the social butterfly that he is. You give off an awkward, tight-lipped smile while the guys are all saying their 'wassup's' and all, not really sure why you're making it this awkward. It's almost like you're asking to get caught up.

"Hey." Jimin gives you a small smile, pulling you into a hug. You take him in, breathing every bit of him in. His scent hits your nostrils the most, but you can faintly pick up on his girlfriend's strawberry scent, too. His arms are wrapped around you a little tighter than usual, hands slowly grazing down your back as he pulls away.

Chills.

That's the dumb fucking feeling that you have been trying to tuck away. The looks, the way his hand brushes against yours, fingers close to intertwining with each other, the way he closes the space in between you two.

"Hey, didn't think you were coming."

"Didn't think I was either, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to stop by. Finally convinced them to head out." His teeth lightly bite onto his bottom lip before his tongue swipes through to wet it. You can't help but stare and he slightly smirks, catching you in the act.

"Well, I'm glad you guys made it."

"Yeah, should be fun." He says softly, eyes still locked onto you before Namjoon comes to greet you and pulls Jimin away to grab some drinks at the bar. He politely excuses himself, his hand pressed against your hip to brush past you.

Chills.

"Behave." Hoseok shakes his head and chuckles before sipping on his beer. He does have to say it, after all.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Y/N, I see it. I'm not stupid. These two might be, but I'm definitely not." He laughs. "He has a girlfriend."

"Yes, I'm very aware Jung Hoseok, thank you." You roll your eyes even though Hoseok is right. This shouldn't be happening. You shouldn't be having this conversation.

"Mmmmkay." He says in a sing-song manner because he honestly doesn't believe that response one bit. You're aware, but at the same time you aren't.

This event starts getting turnt quite quickly, more grad students showing up than you expected, this first bar on tonight's agenda becoming hot and congested. You go from standing near the bar to suddenly being pushed towards the back corner of the bar with your friends. The alcohol starts getting to most people in attendance already, a huge dance circle starting in the middle of the bar, people going wild left and right to the dj's choice of music tonight.

"Oh shit." You say, blocking yourself from the figure in front who almost backs into you and your drink in hand. "Watch out, jesus fucking christ." You push the guy forward and he simply looks at you, then looks back at the crowd without apologizing. "Rude." You turn, no longer seeing a Hoseok, a Yoongi or a Taehyung nearby. You spot Taehyung's wild hair a couple of feet away, but he's whispering in some chick's ear, while Hoseok and Yoongi are closer to the chaos near the middle. You accept defeat almost immediately, thinking there's no way you're gonna make your way towards them while all of that is going down.

"You okay?" Jimin comes from the side to stand next to you.

"Yeah, just lost my friends."

"Same, got pretty crazy over there."

"It did." You get into fight or flight mode again, the male in front of you almost backing into you yet again.

"Bro, watch out. Come on, now." Jimin is now behind you, putting out his arm to push him forward with a little more force than what you gave earlier.

"Fuck, thank you."

"Yeah. I got you." You tense up at the feeling of his chest lightly on your back. His hand is now on your hip— to better protect you, keep you close, just to touch you, whatever the hell the reasoning is— you don't care. You don't care enough to the point that you sink your body into his, now feeling more of his body and his warmth on you. His chest is pressed against you, pressed against you snuggly, like suddenly, he was no longer making room for his girlfriend in this situation. No longer slipping her in because you were here.

"Am I making you nervous?" He asks near your ear, lips barely grazing your skin. Although you've made the move to get closer, your body is still tense and he feels it.

"A little." You slightly turn your head to lock eyes with him.

"Don't." He responds, his eyes moving from yours to your lips, back up to your eyes. His hand now traveling up to a certain point on your side, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Just have fun with me tonight."

You want to, but you know you can't. You shouldn't.

Doesn't mean that you don't, though.

You wave the white flag, surrendering all self-control after the words spill from his mouth. You get even more comfortable, allowing Jimin to fully wrap his arm around your waist, fingers playfully intertwining with yours or tugging on the belt loops of your skirt. A whole lot of flirty shit, but the least you could do is keep it that way while tucked away in the dark corners of the bars.

For now.

You don't know how much longer you have. How much longer you have until the crowd settles, how much longer until your friends find you both in a corner, dancing up on each other. The risk, the thrill with Jimin though? You felt like you could give it a pass tonight.

His hand gently squeezes at your thighs, pushing your ass against him as the music continues to pick up. He lowers his head to the side, eyeing you, trying to read you as he keeps you close. The temptation to kiss him right then and there skyrockets, but you continue to keep him at bay, even though those lines have clearly already been crossed. You don't push him away though, no. Not at all. You continue to sink into him and he feels you ease up. He feels your hips sway to match the rhythm of the music causing his hands to grip you tighter. You're surprised and you have no idea why, being that you expected Jimin to be able to keep up with you, dance with you, rock with you. He knew what the fuck he was doing, you've been known that. The liquid courage surging through your veins lets you unwind, feel a little more loose in his grip. Your pace picks up, Jimin keeps up. It's fun dancing with him, and you enjoy being in his company while your friends were off doing their own shit. That thought of getting caught? Out the window. It felt like you and Jimin were the only two in the room at this very moment.

As the song comes to an end, you find your hand resting on his cheek while his face, his lips, are only inches away from yours. You try to remove yourself from the hold he has on you, but he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you back towards him.

"Where are you going?" He chuckles.

"I didn't know if you wanted to dance some more."

"Of course I do. Just wanna spend time with you while I can."

"While you can?" You turn to face him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. The dancing has pushed you both deeper in the far, dark corners of the bar as the rest of the floor is packed with drunk grad students either making out or dancing crazily. There are people around you, but they could give two fucks about who you two were or whatever your business was with each other.

The temptation.

"Yeah, without our friends around."

"Why can't we be around our friends?" You tease him again, your hands now resting on his biceps. You feel yourself get backed against a wall with Jimin's eyes still locked onto yours.

"Because there's things I can't do with you while we're with our friends."

"Hm." You hum. "I didn't know it was like that?" You lick your lips and he smirks.

"You sure?"

"Pretty positive, yeah. Care to tell me what that is?"

"As long as you don't mind."

"I don't. I'm asking, aren't I?" He gives off a tiny chuckle before his hands move up to your sides, lightly squeezing them as he inches closer.

"Positive? Don't think we can go back if we move forward." You silently nod, watching as he pauses, lips nearing yours. He lets the surface of his soft, plump lips graze yours with a gentle nudge, breath hot against yours. You give in, you give in like you have been doing with Jimin lately. The moment his lips press against yours, you feel the tingles radiate from your lips, all the way down to your spine, knees buckling at the sensation. You pull away from a quick minute just to read him, to read your surroundings, but no one has called for either of you— and so it continues. You kiss him once more, bringing him back towards you by his elbows, his hands pushing your hips against his. He deepens the kiss quick, tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to enter.

You give that to him, just like you give him everything else. The attention, the need to fulfill his cravings— his desires, knowing he can't, shouldn't.

The conflicts of interest.

His hand travels up your skirt, making you lightly gasp into the kiss feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin. In the midst of your tongues fighting for dominance, you feel his finger lazily hook onto your lace panties, giving it a gentle tug to tease you. You whimper, catching a glimpse of the way his biceps flex while his hand continues to linger underneath your skirt. He pulls back, biting onto your bottom lip before moving down to place light, feathery kisses below your ear.

Down to your jaw.

To your neck.

You let out a small moan, thumb now rubbing circles against your clothed clit. Your grip on his bicep tightens, eyes wide as they stare back into his own.

"Jimin."

"Hm?" He continues to tease you slowly, painfully, the soft pad of his thumb working in slow motions.

"W-we shouldn't d-do this here—"

"But I thought you wanted to know, princess?" He says against your ear and you suddenly feel weak again. All 5% of self-control that was coming back to you was out the window in a quickness. "Can you let me feel you? Wanna know how how I make you feel." You nod, your cheek rubbing against his while he manages to stay posted near your jaw, planting wet kisses. He tugs your panties to the side, giving him the full opportunity to rub at your aching nub while inserting two fingers inside of you.

"Ohhh shit." You manage to spit out before resting your forehead against his. He picks up his pace when he notices Taehyung looking around the room, not able to catch you two in the dark corner from where he's standing. Another student stands near a mic, announcing that the group will be moving onto the next bar within the next 5 minutes. With that, Jimin's focus shifts to solely finger-fucking you to cum before time is up. "Jimin—"

"Not going anywhere unless you cum for me." He smirks.

"Fuck." You let out, hips slowly grinding into his hand to feel more friction.

"Y/N, where the fuck are you!" You hear Taehyung call for you. He sounds far, but you're in a tight space— there's only so much he could explore before he finally spots you.

"I'm—fuck!" You whine, causing Jimin to nod and egg you on. It's embarrassing how fast he's able to make you cum right now, but you could care less. He was making you feel good, he was good. With a little bit more encouragement, Jimin feels your body tense up before he feels your walls clench around his fingers.

You're so pretty.

So fucking perfect.

You're so wet for me.

Just wanna keep making you feel this way, princess.

"God, Y/N." He says, slowly slipping his glazed fingers from your wet pussy. He bites onto his bottom lip, watching as you take his fingers into your mouth, tongue licking all around to get a taste of yourself. "You're so fucking hot."

"We should go find them before they worry." You sigh, letting his hand drop back down to his sides. He nods in agreement, but only lets you slip away after he plants a quick kiss against your lips. He watches, waits until you manage to meet up with Taehyung first before heading out into the crowd to meet his own friends.

This shit was too fucking fun. Too fucking fun for his own good, too good to be true.

Your friends are all too drunk, too high to care about the long period of time you both were away. The entire group is at that stage where everyone is drunkly mingling with each other, whether you personally know them or not. The walk over to the next bar is a chaotic, loud mess, but you stick by your boys with Jimin eyeing you as he walks behind with Namjoon and Jungkook. It's wild the way you both are keeping shit under wraps, like you didn't just kiss each other in a dark corner of the first bar, like he didn't just make you cum in a certain amount of time with his fingers. Everything within you called for Jimin, lusted for him. And that alcohol? None of that shit made it any better.

The next bar or two is much more the same as the other. Grad students getting even more fucked up, hiding around the alleys to smoke a blunt or two, dancing, chanting, being a loud drunk mess. You, Jimin and your group of friends were dancing along to the music, taking a shot in between to keep the intoxication at a certain level. Jimin sneaks more glances at you, giggles and teases you with his looks from time to time, fingers locking with yours when the group is too busy to notice.

It's not until the next bar where you're telling Yoongi you need to break the seal and head to the bathroom, giving Jimin a look as he watches you walk on by. He watches your hips sway, watches as you look over your shoulder once more before you turn the corner to head down the hallway towards the bathroom. He clears his throat, excuses himself and says he needs to get some air, maybe take a hit from his pen for a little bit, before coming back in.

But he doesn't get air, no— he heads straight to you. Straight to one of two bathrooms, where he finds you leaning towards the small mirror above the sink, adding lip gloss to your lips. He comes behind you with his hands resting on your hips, lips lightly pressing against the back of your head. You turn to face him, your own hands resting around his neck while you smirk.

"You got my signal."

"Why wouldn't I?" He laughs. "Wanted to be alone with you anyway." He kisses at your jaw again.

"Wait—" You tap his chest. "I want to make you feel good."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to."

"Here?"

"Thought you wanted to know, princess?" You mock him as you have him rest his back against the sink, lowering yourself down to the where the strings hang from his joggers. You begin to palm at his cock, feeling it hardening quick beneath his clothes. You glance up, watching as Jimin's head tilts back, already letting out small pants of pleasure at your touch. He hisses when you release his aching cock from underneath his boxer briefs and joggers, cock perfectly thick in size, in length. Just enough for you to swallow him whole and make him beg for it.

You look up at him from below, hand stroking him at a steady pace before licking a stripe from the base up to his tip. You place your lips around his tip before letting your tongue circle the reddened head, sucking gently to gather the pre-cum building at the top.

"Jesus— fuck, Y/N." His head tilts back in pleasure again, low moans leaving his lips the more you tease and lick around the head. "Gonna make me cum?"

"You want to?"

"Fuck. Yes, please." He lets out breathily.

"Tell me what you want, Jimin."

"I want you to make me cum."

"How do you want me to make you cum?" You smirk, placing feathery kisses along his length. He groans a bit, his hand now brushing through your hair, edging you to move closer and do more to him.

"You already know."

"No, I'm afraid not." You stare at him while your tongue licks at his head again. "Say it."

"Want you to take me whole, princess. Can you do that for me?"

"Maybe, if you don't forget your manners." He groans again.

"Shit, pleeeease." A moan follows when you finally wrap your lips around him, sucking him steadily while your hand strokes his shaft. "If you weren't so fucking hot, I'd probably bend you over on this sink and fuck you until you can't walk." You moan. He finally meets your eyes, hands now gripping at your hair with the right pressure. He moves the hair out of your face, giving him full view of you— sucking him dry in a public fucking bathroom.

You were bad news. So much bad news.

So much fucking fun, so, so good.

Too good to be true.

"Take me." He says, close to a whisper but you catch it. You loosen up a bit, giving him leverage to push your head all the way down his length. He feels you gag, feels your throat constricting against his tip and fuck— he almost wants to blow his load right down your throat, but he doesn't wanna be done with you just yet. Not yet.

He pulls your head back, watching as a thick saliva trail connects from your lips to his tip messily, tears threatening to spill from your bottom lid. His cock twitches at the sight and it's taking everything within him not to fuck you in this bathroom.

"Hurry the fuck up!" A familiar voice, Taehyung's voice [speak of the devil, right?], comes from the other side of the door with loud bangs. "I need to fucking piss— Y/N, are you in there?! Are you yacking?! Do you need Yoongi to hold your hair? Cause I sure as hell won't." He laughs loudly before you hear an 'oh fuck' and a loud thump against the door. "Nevermind, I'm gonna use this other bathroom!" You hear Tae say. You giggle and bite onto your bottom lip, continuing to stroke Jimin at a consistent pace while lapping at his balls a few times.

"Make me cum."

"Say please before I don't."

"I swear to god." Jimin hates begging. He's never had to beg in this sense, never had his dick down someone's throat so deeply. Never had to experience being in such a vulnerable state. But for you, he'll fucking do it. "Please make me cum, Y/N. Just wanna cum in your mouth." He takes the base and runs his tip along your lips, giving it a few taps against your tongue when you open wide for him. He slips his cock into your mouth with no hesitation for the second time, hand now coming to your throat to feel himself sinking deeper, making you gag again. He lets out a loud moan when you hears you whimper, cock twitching a little more when he praises you. "That's it. Doing so good. Take me a little longer, yeah? Fuck—" He pants quickly. "Gonna cum—" He says in between long, hard pauses. Another loud bang comes to the door as he lets himself go, keeping yourself steady by holding onto his thighs while you swallow his load. He lets out a few more moans before he’s panting heavily, trying to gather himself. "Y/N, shit. You're—"

"Don't." You stand after tucking him back in, wiping the corners of your mouth. He lazily brings you close, pecking you on the lips before brushing the hair out of your face.

"Come home with me." He nudges the tip of your nose softly with his before you shake your head.

"No can do."

"Cooome on." He pouts. "Please?" He begs again. Begs like it's so easy to do around you. Begs because you give him what he wants, what he needs.

What he's longing for.

"No." You say lowly close to his lips before running your thumb down his bottom lip and walking off. "A minute or two." You give him a look as he watches you walk out, while another person [or two] heads in.

"The hell? I need to fucking yack. Move." Some drunk girl stumbles in with her friend behind her.

"Have at it." Jimin throws his hands up in defeat, finally walking out to smoke a bit seeing that Jungkook had texted him asking about his whereabouts. He sees the two sharing a blunt, Namjoon furrowing his brows at how long it took him to finally respond, at how long they couldn't find him within the bar.

"Dude, where the fuck have you been?"

"Sorry, I got caught up talking to some people."

"Yeah, bullshit. Take this before I finish it." Namjoon says, handing him the blunt. The three take a few hits before they finally finish off, retreating back to the bar before they're off to follow the crowd to the last destination.

Jimin's a little higher now, a little more drunk. Kinda walking on cloud nine post-head game. But, it dies a little, brings him back down to reality when he sees you on Yoongi. When he sees you latching onto his arm, Yoongi brushing your hair back and getting touchy. It fuels something within him, makes him a little jealous, a little annoyed.

Now, it's fucking dumb on his part because he shouldn't be feeling this way. He hates feeling jealous, hates knowing how much he wants you but can't have you [right now]. It bugs him all night, like the typical annoyance gnawing away at him— enough to kill his mood, enough to have him fake it until it's time to leave. The entire night on, you haven't done much besides steal a couple of glances at Jimin, subtly lock fingers in passing. The entire night on, you keep to Yoongi because you think it's the proper thing to do, being around your friends and all. Just like Jimin sees. When you split ways at the end of the night, he hugs you tightly and doesn't say much besides give you a pursed smile— in which you return before jetting off with Tae, Hoseok and Yoongi, riding Yoongi's back and giggling like you love to do so much.

Jesus fucking christ.

What the fuck now?

The question plagues Jimin's mind more than yours because even though you're pretty intoxicated, you're making sure to keep the fun alive for yourself just like you had vowed at the beginning of the night. The question plagues Jimin's mind even when Kaori calls him, whining and asking if she can finally come over and cuddle, the question plagues his mind even when she slips herself into his arms late night.

Fuck.

Things don't feel right, they obviously aren't right. The biggest thing about conflicts of interest for Jimin is the idea of working against one interest to fulfill, to serve another. Working against one interest to fulfill his desire, his interest in you. Now, a different question plagued his mind, even as he laid still behind Kaori while she slept peacefully. Peacefully, like things were okay. Peacefully, like Jimin was still her universe. Peacefully, like no wrong can be done.

You win some and you lose some though, right? It was just a matter of what was worth losing, and what was worth gaining in return. 

Question is: what exactly was that?

tags: @jimidol @miinoongi @sunflwrxclouds @thebeebi @ggukkieland, @bluesharksandfish @unicornbabylover @preciouschimine @codeinebelle @shesoldbutcute @jikookiekosmos @awhnamjoon @namjooningelsewhere @bunnybearrj @babycoffeefire @bri-mal @sintaethick @taejkjoons @missbickerbocker @seokjinniewaifu @eektaetae @writtenwhalien​ @ppeachyttae @bloopkook @yesalexus @siredsong @maknaechu @kaepjjangiya @jeoniscool @ajlooo21 @clicheaulait @awseokjin @banqtanbby @maplelore @jj134340 @parkdatjimin (couldn’t tag!)

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not a request just sharing bc i couldn't stop thinking of just "what if lucky called heis good boy" like how he calls her good girl sometimes but like.. i'm pretty sure he would break

This was supposed to be a mini-fic....but...uh....it'll likely be the first chapter of "Divergence" instead LMAO But hope you enjoy!

Good Boy

Karl Heisenberg x Reader, Explicit

CW: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Happy Ending, Virgin!Karl Heisenberg

An AU happening during chapter 19 of "Heavy Metal Lover" but can be read without reading the main story.

"Unfh..."

That had been the first noise from Lucky besides the scratch of a pencil against paper that he had heard in about an hour.

Stuck in his office with her as he searched for a misplaced - not lost, just misplaced! - core schematic, Heisenberg tried to ignore the nagging thought of how domestic the space had become. Lucky never moved his things - something he was infinitely grateful for. He could recall too well his ever boiling frustration at having his room "cleaned" when living in the castle. The maids were well-meaning, but always adjusting. The room he had held would have felt more his own had he been able to move his own furniture around without the chambermaids fawning over him.

"No, no, young Lord Heisenberg! This is all wrong...off you go...go play...we will fix this mess."

Now on his own and in his element of chaos, he felt comforted, even if secretly so, that Lucky never seemed to complain.

Comforted...but cautious.

The day at the stronghold seemed stamped into his memory...right in the front for all to see. It remained a wonder Lucky didn't see it on his face.

The knowledge.

The horrible, horrible knowledge.

Love.

Staring at an old newspaper clip-out that he had saved with a picture of a modern car on its faded pages, he absently pushed the glasses back up his nose.

It tired him - the constant need to flip back and forth between acknowledging his feelings and thrusting them as far down as he could manage. Drowning them out with that beautiful sound of cinching machinery. Allowing them to seep into him with every laugh from her lips.

Heisenberg was starting to fall in love with the woman. The woman he had failed to kill - the lucky one to survive his maze. The woman his mother expected him to impregnate in order for Miranda's mad vessel to be born and to be killed all in the name of misery.

Misery otherwise known as Eva.

Slowly but certainly, Lucky was driving him insane. Reminding him of things he could never, ever have. Teasing him over and over for days on end.

Heisenberg remembered all too well his reason for entering the office. He had nearly sliced his own arm clean off his shoulder when he lost himself to his situation. To the possibility that, despite his body being so ill-suited for the task, Lucky could have his child. Would want his child. His thoughts, as they so often did, snapped back to the need for freedom - for the need for the arms to come loose from his latest corpse to transform them into one of his many soldiers.

But the more he thought of freedom, the more she sat in the background of his mind.

The more she sat there, the more his tired musings began to stitch together.

The more freedom and Lucky - the two dreams of his world - became intertwined.

He had been thinking of her - of Lucky - beside him the day that he won freedom from the village.

Won freedom...and her.

"You did it, Heis! You did it!"

Lucky would never know how dear it was to him...the fact that her emotions ran so freely with her very being. Beaming. She would do nothing less than beam at him. Her eyes would glow and crinkle at their tails as they did when she gave him her most genuine smiles.

"You did it. You're free. Our...our family is free."

"...family?"

She would grab his hand. Just one. He needed the other steady on her cheek.

Lucky would bring that hand clasped in her own to her belly.

"Our family..."

"Our...another...another Heisenberg?"

In his dreams, she shyly escaped his gaze to nod.

"You...you haven't been alone. Not with me. Not with the start of our family. But now...now, Heis..." Her eyes popped back up all soft and sincere. "Now you'll never be alone again. Not with our baby Heisenberg on the way..."

The only break from his reverie was the slice to one of his favorite stained t-shirts. Only the fact that it was Heisenberg's powers directing the saw had it falling to the floor instead of through his tensed skin.

Heisenberg could only stand in shocked silence. The arm that had been spared from the violence came to grab his shoulder. Though no injury had occurred, he felt stabbed all the same.

Family...and joy?

Lucky...with him?

Another Heisenberg...alive?

A thought washed over him like ice entering his veins.

A boy or a girl...would we have a boy or a girl first?

First.

As if Lucky wished to be objected to more of his perverted and preposterous daydreams.

When he left the room, the metal was still shaking.

"Gotta get that fucking schematic...keep forgetting it...keep going to the office and...fuck...keep talking to her. Gotta stop fucking talking to her. Schematic. Get the fucking schematic."

Lucky had been asleep in bed when he first entered. A rushing relief to his soul. But as the search for the schematic went from flipping through one file to frantically reshuffling the wayward stack the paper should have been in, he knew it was only a matter of time before she would appear.

"Oh...ah!" Lucky yawned all cute and squeaky. "Good morning, Heis."

"Morning," he said flatly. "You...you move any of these lately?"

"No," she said sleepily. "I don't touch those...way above my pay grade. What are you looking for?"

"Core schematic," he grumbled. "Not fucking here...where the hell did I put it?"

Though Lucky made a very pointless questioning noise, she said nothing as she sat down and began her daily transcriptions. Hell, he had been grateful. She showed concern because she was simply a good person beneath all of the trauma and the terror she had reigned on his self-image. But she didn't pry or attempt to enter his space afterward where she would clearly only be in the way.

But that was before her second moan filled the office.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, never looking up from his stack of papers.

A frustrated sigh and a grumble came from the desk chair.

"Think I slept on my neck funny last night," she said. "Doesn't help that my posture is shit. Just making it impossible to find a good angle to work in."

Growing agitated at his fruitless search, Heisenberg whipped around to look at her. "Want some help?"

"Mmn?"

"Want a massage or something?" he offered. "A...ha! You'll find this funny. Supersized one up in the castle? Used to love to make me massage her neck when I was a kid. Fucking manual labor when I was barely old enough to write. Had maids to do it - an assload at that - and forced me to instead."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Lucky frowned. "Was it...did she...did she hurt you? Like...if you didn't do it?"

"Ah nah," he said, taking careful steps over to Lucky. "Told you...when I was a kid, I was off limits. I whine about it now...but...well...I was a kid. Bitch loves kids. So I had to massage her back...but only part of this stupid salon thing we used to do together. It was nothing. Stupid. Just like her."

He did not know what to make of Lucky's face. Tilting her head, she steadied a look on him that could only be called curious.

"It's...it's a good memory? Of Alcina when you were small?"

Heisenberg scoffed.

"It's a memory," he said, standing behind Lucky with a wide stance and an even wider stare at her neck. "Not good or bad...just...there. Now...where's it hurt, kid?"

Raising a hand, Lucky placed her fingers on a section of her neck before swirling her touch.

"Ah...there...like just this one spot, but fanning out..."

"Okay...looks like your C7."

"My what now?"

Chuckling, Heisenberg moved her hand out of the way. "Your C7 vertebrae. Duck your chin down so I can get in here properly."

Doing as she was told, Lucky's head moved forward and Heisenberg placed his gloved hands against her neck. His thumbs encased the pained area and began to move in slow yet sturdy circles.

Lucky immediately began squirming.

"Can you maybe try without the gloves?" she asked. "Those are like...rough or something."

Casting off his gloves quickly, Heisenberg rolled his shoulders before trying again. "Wah, wah, wah...doing you a favor and you're out here complaining. That better, your highness?"

"Yes, actually," she said, relaxing. "And thank you. Asshole."

Puffing air out of his mouth, Heisenberg merely shook his head as he kneaded her skin.

"Mmn!"

Heisenberg tried to hide his stillness by immediately starting to massage her skin again.

But the noise could not be ignored.

"What was that?"

"Your hands...they're so warm. Fuck...feels good."

"Oh..." he said dumbly. Blinking down at her, he turned his head away as he kept his fingers in motion.

The fact that his cock had begun to waken in his pants was not lost on him.

"Are you using your electric powers? Is that why it feels so good?"

"Nah...really shouldn't do that on the living above the waist."

Above the waist...but below the waist...

"Ah," he continued, running his teeth over the scar on his lower lip. "Cause of the heart or whatever. Probably your brain too from this angle. Could fry both without meaning to. And I was working...earlier. Probably why they feel hot."

Lucky sighed as he continued to work her neck. His fingers were sweeping but slow. He had started off so intently and so rough. What had happened?

I felt her skin. Felt her beneath me. Felt her neck...for all she knows I could snap it right now and instead of being afraid she's welcoming me...she trusts me...trusts me enough to let me do this...

The next round of his fingers on her neck dipped into skin purposeful in their worship.

Her response was immediate.

"Oh...oh...good boy," she whispered.

To say he was lost for words was like calling water wet.

Though he kept his massage in a rhythmic round, his eyes were wide as they could possibly be behind his glasses. So wide that they hurt.

What the hell did she just do to me?

If he had to go off of physical injury, he would say she punched him in the stomach with all the force of a train running at full speed.

If he had to go off of an attack to his psyche, he would say she wormed her way into some long buried and forgotten wire that sent his entire brain into overdrive.

If he had to go off the erection now straining against his paints, he would say that he was royally fucked.

"You really are so good at this," she said, her voice still breathless. "Good boy...my good boy, Heis."

Heisenberg snatched his hands away as if Lucky were lava.

"Wait! No...what's wrong?" she asked, turning slightly to look at him.

If she looks down...if she sees...

"GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!" he exclaimed suddenly.

Lucky's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him.

Then she nodded with a laugh playing at her lips.

"Yeah. Go. Just come back and finish your massage."

Before he could finish blinking, he found himself storming down the hallway.

Well...intending to storm. His gait was impacted a bit by his dick standing at full mast and his hands hurriedly attempting to unbuckle the straps around his pants.

So FUCKING dumb. A shit? Really? he thought, visibly grimacing. It would have probably been less embarrassing to admit I was about to jack it to her calling me hers.

Hers...her good boy...good...I'm her good boy...hahaha...

What am I? A fucking dog?

...don't answer that.

Rushing into the break room, he considered the couch before catching sight of the bathroom. With a flick of one wrist as his other hand pulled his cock from his underwear and pants, Heisenberg slammed open the bathroom door.

He managed to slide his pants down his legs as he sat on the toilet and closed the door with the weakest of hand movements.

Finally free from judgment, Heisenberg hissed as he fumbled his glasses to the nearby counter and took himself into his hand.

"Good boy...her good boy...fuck...fuck yeah I am, baby..."

A groan and a grunt fell from his lips as he jerked his hand along his shaft.

All too often this act had been nothing but release from tension. An exploration so technical and so tedious as to be boring. But now with Lucky at his side and in his bed - however platonically she slept there - the images that plagued him seemed vibrantly real and tempting in their joyful teasing.

Imaginings - hopes and dreams and fantasies - that he could only cling onto in the moment.

The desk.

He would take her right on that same desk she was taking notes on.

"Oh, Karl," she would say, despite not knowing his first name. "Gonna be my good boy?"

"Yes," he said aloud, eyes closing and mind prickling with sights of her and waves of pleasure.

Lucky would be splayed on his desk - lying on her back and presenting herself to him as if she were a meal to be consumed instead of a darling treasure to worship.

"That's good...only good boys are allowed to fuck me. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes...yes...god fucking damnit. YES." Huffing and hating the tremble in his thighs, Heisenberg bucked into his hand. "Yes...only me...wanna be your good boy. I'll be so good for you. Only you, Mein Schatz..."

A dirty laugh from her lips. The Lucky of his dreams becoming more and more defined as she palmed one breast and teased her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

"Mmm...know what you're saying you know...my treasure...that's so cute...been feeling the same way about you lately...thinking of you...dreaming of you...my good boy want to tell me what else he's been feeling? Mmn? Big boy wanna tell me before you put your cock inside of me?"

Lips loose along with his pleasure, Heisenberg found he could not build his voice to say the words aloud.

So he mouthed them instead. Mouthed them and stuttered in his quest for pleasure as his hand curled about his shaft at the "lah" tipping silently from his tongue.

"Oh, darling..." A smile. She'd smile. Genuine and sweet and sincere and all for him. "I love you too, Karl."

"Mmnnn....ah...fu-UCK!" With a panicked inhale, Heisenberg quickly pinched the head of his cock to prevent his end from coming too soon. "No, no, no...not yet...not yet...please..."

Though the pleasure was unlike anything he had previously experienced and his calves clenched in protest of a release delayed, his oncoming orgasm stalled and began to fade.

"Such a good boy," said Lucky, eyeing him in his fantasy like she would look at a drink of water on a hot day. "That's right. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"

A nod of his head.

"Good, good boy. My good boy. Good Karl. Come on...think it's time you got your treat...here...I'll help you..."

With her fingers moving to fully expose the inside of that wet and preciously pink pussy of hers, Lucky looked up at him with a lidded look.

Heisenberg had no experience with another person when it came to handling his physical pleasure. Hell, with any pleasure or positive feeling at all. Except maybe the triumph of victory over others, he had never had the chance to experience happiness - true happiness and trust and faith in another soul.

Until her.

And for her...for her he would indulge and give himself freely...if only locked away inside of his mind.

Inexperience taking a back seat to passion, he pictured himself guiding his cock into her waiting and welcoming body. Maybe he would steady himself with a hand on her hip or simply with a heated stare into her eyes.

He all but strangled his cock to try to mimic a feeling he had never known and had never thought to miss before her.

"Uh-huh," whined Lucky in his dreams. "Oh...you're so big...fill me up just right. So fucking thick..."

"Hah...ah...your good boy big enough for you?"

"Yes...oh yes...yes...so big...such a perfect dick...please...please Karl...Heis...please, baby, please...Heis?"

When he began to rut into his own hand with a purpose, he felt flames like that of standing directly beside the blaring crucible dancing across his cheeks. Though some of his daydream seemed vague and hard to read, he had enough to know that he could not delay the inevitable for much longer. Lucky - the real and actual Lucky - was still waiting for him back in the office. Waiting and none the wiser to his desperate need for her affection. It sickened him - the want for anything and everything to do with her.

Sickened him...and sent electric shocks of white pleasure down his spine.

"So fucking perfect...you're so fucking perfect for me, Lucky...oh..."

"Heis..."

"Huh...ah...already so close...so damn worked up...can't stand it...can't stand you looking like that..."

"Like what?"

Heaving and heatedly squirming where he sat, Heisenberg noticed for the first time that one of his boots jutted up and down on the floor beneath him. As if his entire body refused to be still.

"Most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen," he bit out. "Please...please, Luck...I know it's soon...but please..."

A tilted head and a gentle grin. A pointer finger that danced around her clit and drew his eyes away only long enough for her to breathe out shallow and short. His eyes snapped back to hers immediately.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come...let me come inside you...wanna...wanna take you...claim you...don't want you with anyone else ever again."

Glinting eyes and lush eyelashes.

"You're gonna be all that to me, Heis? Well...in that case..."

Her lips finding his own. His very first kiss - albeit imaginary. Her lips soft but without taste. His own lips puckering even as they trembled from the need for more.

"In that case," she continued, taunting him in his ear. "Come, Heis. Be a good boy and come for me."

Hindsight would have him chastising himself for not thinking to grab some tissue. In the moment, however, he was too busy panting and watching his cum dot the floor in thick strips. Heisenberg growled...tried to hold on to the image of her with one eye still closed.

Reality settled in on him. Settled in even as his stomach quivered underneath his shirt and his orgasm began to relax into his bones. It was pleasant and his every nerve seemed to stand on edge. Tingles of pleasure radiated from his chest to his feet flat against the floor. Gulping in air, he knew he had never come so hard before in his life. It was good...great even.

But it was not her. It was not enough.

Clean up was a quick and tedious affair. Lucky could not know what he had done in her quarters. The tissues he found too late to wipe his seed from the floor were tossed and flushed away. He checked the room once and then again once his shades were back on his face.

Finishing the belt at the top of his pants, he cleared his throat before exiting.

The television in the break room still hummed though it sat completely dead in the meager light from the ceiling.

Shit...glad she wasn't in here. Never had anyone here to care about when I got down to business...no telling what my powers do with electronics...

The schematic. He had to find that damn schematic.

Trying to level his breathing as he stalked the hallway, Heisenberg considered the day before him. Lucky had not wished to attend a revitalization attempt with him yet. While he didn't intend to push her into seeing something that might scar her again, it might be worthwhile to have her eyes in the room at some point. She hadn't complained about the notes yet. Maybe he should offer? Make it sound like a small deal and let her in when it was near completion? Give her a taste before exposing her to more?

Fucking stupid...it's all so fucking stupid...what happened to me? If she were any assistant, I would just drag her ass there and have her record the whole thing. Fuck me with all this concerned shit.

But she's not just any assistant...

Entering the office, he stilled at the doorway when he saw Lucky facing him from her chair.

"Uh...hey," he said, licking his lips. "Sorry about that. Took...ah...let's just forget it."

"Actually," she began. "I need to be honest with you. Because of what happened before..."

Eyebrows shooting up, he stood in silence before she continued.

"Um...so...I was sitting here...sitting here and trying to rub my neck or whatever..."

"Yes?"

"Well...the radio came on and it freaked me out a little bit..." She paused, her fidgety look dropping to the floor. "But...the more I listened...the more I...recognized your voice."

"My...my voice?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg could not move. He shouldn't be looking at her, but he was afraid if he blinked that the tension would break and she would begin laughing or cursing or, worst of all, apologizing.

"Umm...it...I heard you. And I guess you were...I guess it was real time." A tent of her fingers and a swallow in her throat. "I heard your comment and responded and...I think...I think you could hear me too. Possibly? You seemed to...seemed to be replying to what I said directly."

Shame. Shame for a million years fell on his shoulders that had felt so light before.

"Where?" he managed to say. "Where did you come in? What comment did you respond to?"

How she looked at him, he had no idea. She was far braver than he could ever be. Heisenberg planned to face down Miranda without a single hesitation one day on that glorious battlefield where his freedom could be won.

But now? Faced with Lucky standing and walking toward him with the full weight of her eyes upon him?

He looked away.

"You said...you asked me if my good boy was big enough for me."

The purr in her voice. The sound of her steps growing closer. The burn in his throat.

"After that," she said. "I called your name...I...responded to you and you to me."

"That didn't...I..." He shook his head. "I...umm..."

"Can I hold your hand?"

Head shooting up, Heisenberg caught her heated look. The same heated look she had worn in his dreams.

He nodded. Nodded even though he barely registered it until she took his hand and steps to press herself flush against him.

When she spoke, it was hushed and low.

For him and him only.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom...freshen up. Since we know you can communicate from the radio to the television...I want you to tell me when it's okay to come back here. I'm giving you two options."

Heisenberg hung on her every word and looked at her as if she controlled his every movement.

"The first...you can leave. Can give me enough time to go there...find what you were looking for...then tell me you're off to do whatever. I won't mention this again. We won't mention it."

Silence fell between the two of you. A crackle of the radio to the side of the room.

"And the other option?" he asked, voice nearly breaking.

A shy look. A happy tilt of her lips.

"The other option...you can rest for a bit before I come back here and make whatever fantasy you were having come true."

A mouth drier than dry left his tongue feeling too large. Too large and too needed to swipe across his lips.

"You don't have to answer now-"

"The second one," he said. "Second one. Want that one. Screw the first one."

A bright and happy smile. A smile that crinkled the tail of her eyes and lit up her face.

She was beaming at him. Squeezing his hand before parting from him.

Not for long...not for damn long if he could help it.

"You give me the word then, good boy," she teased, walking out of the room.

Legs nearly buckling and sending him to the ground, Heisenberg took uneasy steps to his office chair before throwing himself on it. His entire body buzzed, though it seemed far less like electricity and far more like promise and hope. Not love on her end...not yet. But a maybe. Potential.

More.

Grinning stupidly and looking at the desk, he made quick work of clearing the area for the fun he planned on having from his daydream to come true.

As soon as he picked up the recorder Lucky used to transcribe his notes, Heisenberg saw it.

That damned schematic.

His last visit to this same room. A note on said schematic stating "DON'T FORGET" in large words. A note he carelessly put there before guiding Lucky to sit down to look at her transcriptions and laugh with her over the sixth stable boy in one week to die of drunken stupidity.

Quietly and contentedly, he opened the desk drawer to stuff the schematic inside.

"Mmn...don't think I'll need you for a while yet actually..." Eyeing the radio on the wall, Heisenberg tossed his glasses to the table and tried to slick and perfect the wiry hair about his head. "Oh, Lucky, honey...room is ready whenever you are...and so is your good boy."

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 17 second part

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Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!!

Breaking Good

Wen Qing comes to visit Wen Ning in their backyard meth lab, and tells him that he fucked up a recipe, merely by taking a whiff of the concoction. She uses the approved "wave fumes toward self" way of smelling that you learn in high school science if you live in a country that believes in teaching science, which OP does not.

Wen Ning wants to know if they are going to have a feud, and she tells him there already is one. She tells explains to him that they're good Wens, not evil Wens, and that Jiang Cheng is fucked, and they should send the Jiangs away in the morning before Wen Chao comes around. 

Wen Ning whines at her about all of this, shifting into little-brother persona and acting like he didn't just take down 40 of Wen Chao's soldiers in a single night. He does this same persona shifting in his later unlife, with Wei Wuxian. When there is trouble, he's extremely effective, and can even tail WWX and Lan Wangji without getting caught, but then he is hopeless when dealing with turnips or children. 

Here, it seems like a version of Wei Wuxian's own little-brother persona, in which he pretends to be helpless so that his sister can take care of him.

#studyblr

Wei Wuxian comes into Wen Qing's head shop to ask her for medical books. He loves his brother so much he's volunteering for a research project. We've seen him be clever before; we've seen circumstantial evidence that he's a good student, but now we're going to see him actually buckling down and doing intellectual work.

Wen Qing thinks its hopeless and wants Wei Wuxian to get some rest. But he gives her puppydog eyes, so she sets him up in her library.

Wei Wuxian reads a huge pile of medical books and learns interesting things about the human body.   

(more after the cut)

Hopefully he does not splotch ink all over them while he holds this wet brush directly over the page. Why does he even have a brush in his hand? Is he taking notes in the margin? 

Wen Qing eventually tells him to take a break and go see Jiang Yanli.

Segmentation fault (core dumped)

Jiang Yanli is tending to Jiang Cheng, gently telling him to suck it up by citing their father, which is probably not the greatest idea. 

Yanli's wearing dark blue with white and looks awesome.  It's not Gusu Lan blue, but the blue and white is an interesting choice for the excruciating heart to heart they're about to have.  

Wei Wuxian shows up looking terrible, or the Xiao Zhan version of terrible, i.e. handsome and a little scruffy. But also worn out, unhappy, and fragile.

Jiang Yanli wants him to rest, but he wants to find a way to repair Jiang Cheng's core, and his mind races, trying to think of where he can get books and who can help him. His thoughts instantly go to Cloud Recesses and Lan Wangji. His face lights up at the thought that Lan Wangji will help him, and he hops up, ready to dash off and find him.

The first time I watched this I was like, dude yes you’re in love, but you can’t just dash off to find Lan Wangji, not when there’s a war on.  This time I was like, actually wow things would turn out a whole lot better if you got Lan Wangji to help you, instead of coming up with your own plan.

Mother Mother Can You Tell Me

Jiang Yanli tells him to slow his roll.  He's pushing himself too hard and she's afraid he will collapse. Then Wei Wuxian comes out and says what's driving him: maybe all these disasters are his fault.

It's telling, I think, that he cites Madame Yu, not Jiang Cheng, in this moment, even though Jiang Cheng has blamed him much more thoroughly and consistently. He's talking about one mother figure, to another mother figure, and looking for absolution.

He super does not get what he's looking for.

Jiang Yanli slowly lets go of him and goes the fuck off. She asks, rhetorically, what he's to blame for, and then lists off all of the shit that's happened.  She finishes up by saying, look at our situation; blaming won't help anything. 

It's unclear, because language/translation, if her answer is "it doesn't matter who's to blame" I.E. "yes, it's your fault, but I'm letting it go" or if she is saying "how does blaming yourself help anything?" I.E. "it's not your fault, stop being a drama llama."

Her body language, though, seems pretty blameful - she lets go of him, yells at him, sits down and turns away from him.  And his reaction is not one of shared grief, or of someone who is trying to get over himself; he's totally crushed, and he literally never unburdens himself to her again.  Even when he asks her, much later, about love, he immediately backs out of the conversation. 

There is no violence in this moment and her reaction is understandable, but this is kind of similar to that one time when his brother choked him in a beautiful field of grass, in order to make himself feel better. 

Then she kind of relents and takes his hand, telling him that she needs him and reminding him that he promised that they will go back to Lotus Pier. I don't remember him promising this, but okay. 

He puts his head on her lap and he cries, she cries, comatose Jiang Cheng cries; FUCK this episode.  

Jiang Cheng manages to cry only one tear and does it on the side of his face that his siblings can't see because he's not going to give them the satisfaction of sharing this moment with him, I guess.

When Wei Wuxian puts his head on Jiang Yanli's lap, it's part of a ritual for them, that they both are comforted by; he does it again much later, after they return to Lotus Pier. But this ritual does not actually do anything to relieve his burdens. As a male adult, and the only Jiang Clan disciple with any abilities, it falls to him to save the clan, whatever it takes, and he is heavily aware of it.

Wen Qing comes along and sees the sweet part of this complicated Shijie-Shidi dynamic, and decides to help with Wei Wuxian's research project. When the trio had just lost their parents, gotten sick, been pursued by enemies, & had one of Yanli's little brothers horribly wounded, Wen Qing was like, eh, I'll do the doctor stuff but that's it. But lap-crying is another level. 

Wen Qing: Nooo don't put your head on her knees I failed my saving throw

Group Project

Wen Qing goes and cleans up the mess in the library, putting everything in order and settling in to read systematically. Wen Qing probably has the prettiest bullet journal. (OP looks proudly at the 100 loose slips of paper and piles of random stuff on her own desk)

Wei Wuxian has shaved and rested and comes in with a tray of food for Wen Qing, and then goes to his table in the back to start working. He claims he made "porridge" for her and that she has to eat to gain strength, and she gives him an intrigued expression.  This moment is just blatant het baiting.  

In fact the food he brings her is clearly not porridge, which might just be a translation error, but also he totally can't cook, so it's not clear if he's joking and Yanli or Wen Ning made the food, or if this is just inedible.

The Things We Do For Love

Yanli is working in the meth lab and coughing a lot. Yanli's chronic illness is a sign of what's to come for Wei Wuxian, because strong cultivators don't get sick. Yet Yanli, as a physically vulnerable person, who has either a weak golden core, or none, is still intrinsically valuable.  Her presence in this scene is a reminder that Jiang Cheng's life is not, actually, over; he just feels like it is.

While Yanli cooks the meth, Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing have a study montage that is the equivalent of a training montage, except without "Eye of the Tiger" on the soundtrack.

Jiang Cheng remains unconscious. Apparently if you stick nails in the top of someone's head, you make them sleep, and in the back of their head, you turn them into part of your zombie army. Fortunately Wen Qing's aim is good. Jiang Cheng is looking devastatingly handsome as usual the TV version of unwell, and has grown a perfect Dorito-chip of stubble on his chin to go with his new 'stache.

Eventually Wei Wuxian changes back into his non-vampire robe and he finds the answer in an old scroll book. The Ikea instruction picture shows arrows going from the guy on the left to the guy on the right.  Clearly it's not a great procedure for the guy on the left.

Wei Wuxian's face shows us exactly how not great. 

Like walking in the rain and the snow and there’s no place to go and you’re feeling like a part of you is dying

He goes outside and gazes up at the trees and the sky as he contemplates the sacrifice that circumstance is forcing on him. He's not even making a choice at this point; his choice was made the moment he found the procedure. But it's going to be a tremendous loss for him. He values sword cultivation at least as much as Jiang Cheng does; he even fell in love with a boy over crossed swords. So he sits and just kind of comes to terms with this new understanding of his future. (Big gifs here)

Wen Qing finds him sitting, stunned, on the porch. She doesn't know what's up so she just sits quietly with him until he's ready to tell her.

She doesn't love the plan.  

Thunder, Th-th-thunder

Wen Ning is bringing food up when he sees them arguing, and he is startled by situationally appropriate thunder and lightning. Having recently watched The Lost Tomb Reboot I've come to expect thunder and lighting to appear on cue in any possible situation, so the fact that this mini-storm clears right up again doesn't bother me.

What About You?

Wen Ning dashes inside to see what Mom and Dad are fighting about. They're having a polite shouting match because Wen Qing refuses to yank out Wei Wuxian's core. 

Wen Qing: I hate the idea of harming you Wei Wuxian: I don’t even understand that sentence

Wei Wuxian doesn’t, of course, feel that he is important in any way, and ignores her concerned and appalled expressions in favor of telling her to just do it anyway. Amazingly, this does not convince her. 

OP’s 177cm-tall son keeps telling her this

Then Wei Wuxian plays the "you know Jiang Cheng" card, which...I guess she does? Maybe he was chatting her up more than we saw in Cloud Recesses? He hasn't given her the comb or anything yet. Wei Wuxian explains that Jiang Cheng cares about gain and loss, and cultivation is his life. If he can only be ordinary the rest of his life will be ruined.

Wen Qing asks the question that nobody ever asks him: What about you? 

Wei Wuxian has literally nothing to say to that, possibly because the question is so new to him. 

Wen Ning doesn't know what's going on but comes squarely in on team Wei, of course, and begs his sister to Do The Thing.  How fucking horrified is Wen Ning going to be when he learns what The Thing is? What he is personally going to help do to his beloved friend? Yikes.   

Wen Qing caves, warning them that the chance of success is only 50 percent. Wei Wuxian is happy to take those odds.

Lan Wangji, projecting his voice from Episode 46: fifty percent, are you fucking kidding me?

Soundtrack: 1. Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham 2. The Things We Do For Love by 10cc 3. Thunder by Imagine Dragons

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 11

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some voyeurism. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Wanting to turn round and get the hell out of there, Madani found herself rooted to the spot. It was like car crash TV... she just couldn’t bring herself to look away. So, she stood there and just watched.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she just stared at the scene in front of her. The room door was at her back and she went along with it involuntarily as it swung closed behind her. Coming to rest against it, she drew in a long breath.

Her eyes were glued to that damn cute ass of Billy’s. Watching it... relentlessly, hypnotically moving up and down, up and down, up and down. Listened to his breathy moans and low grunts as he pounded in and out of her. Uhh, uhh, unnhhh, unnhhh. Caught glimpses of his balls between his legs, snapping backwards with each thrust. A sheen of sweat visible across his shoulders and back. Saw one hand making its way down to where their bodies were joined, his other running gently along her thigh.

Her! she thought venomously. It should be me... he should be on top of me in that bed!

But still she watched. And watched. It was really dim in the room, and she realised the curtains were almost fully closed. She found herself craning her neck forward slightly to get a better look.

She watched as he kept on thrusting, then she noticed the muscles in his ass eventually tense up. Another three or four shorter thrusts, then she heard Billy cry out. Heard him breathe her name, saw him lowering his head to rest on her shoulder for a moment before bringing it up to her face; she just knew he was kissing her now. “I love you,” Madani heard him say, and more kisses followed.

The breath she’d taken in left her lips in a long hiss. This was just so not fucking fair!

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You reached up off the pillows to kiss Billy’s beardy chin above you, but a sudden movement near the door caught your eye. You let out a small shriek as you saw a shadowy figure standing there and Billy leaned back immediately, looking at you anxiously. You pointed towards the door and his head shot round in that direction. A snarl appeared on his lips and he roughly grabbed the bedcovers, quickly pulling them over the two of you. He leaned up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder at the intruder.

“Madani!!!” he yelled, “You... you fuckin’.... Get the fuck outta here!!!”

You heard the door slam, and raised your face from where you’d hidden it against Billy’s chest. You hadn’t been able to make out who it was in the low light. “That was her?” you asked him, and he nodded, throwing back the covers and sitting up against the pillows, running both hands through his wayward hair. “Yeah,” he replied, “yeah, it fuckin’ was. That crazy fucking bitch.”

You also sat up, bringing the sheet across you and under one arm, “What the hell was she doing in your room, Billy?” You were glaring at him, and he quickly put his hand on your cheek, “I have no idea, angel... truly I don’t. Please don’t be thinkin’ this was some kinda hookup, cos it wasn’t! I’m gonna fuckin’ strangle her.... urrrhhhh!!” You could see that he was absolutely furious.

Reassured, you softened your gaze. He carried on, “We’re not due to meet up with her for another half hour. She musta been given a pass key and for whatever reason, came chargin’ in here.”

You ran your fingers up through his hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, “Billy, I swear I’m gonna nail Agent Madani’s ass to the wall when all this is done!”

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Billy said grimly.

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Billy had got up and showered (with you) after that, then he’d unpacked his black tactical suit and got into it. While you were busy admiring how he looked in it - like, really damn sexy - after a long and passionate kiss, he’d left you in the room, telling you to doublelock the door and not to open it for anyone except him.

You’d been made to promise on the lives of everyone you held dear that you’d stay there, until he got back. He didn’t know exactly when that would be, which you had to admit pissed you off a bit but you understood he couldn’t give you a precise time and why. It’s just you didn’t like the thought of being cooped up in the room all day.

Oh well, you had the TV, the movie channels, the mini bar... and room service. Your eyes lit up. Room service!!

Eager to get ordering, you started looking for the menu in the pile of hotel stuff on the funky reclaimed wooden desk, which was underneath a huge ornate mirror. You caught sight of yourself in it as you did so. Ohh... okay, you’d better lose the “I’ve Just Been Fucked Senseless” look before the room service guy arrived, otherwise you might just give him the fright of his life.

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Dinah Madani had stumbled out of Billy’s room, letting the door slam behind her. She took off along the corridor at a cracking pace, face flaming red, heading for the fire exit stairs. She smoothed down the fabric of her jacket with her hands, then ran them down onto her trousers, trying to calm her breathing as she went.

She replayed the vision of Billy’s naked body in her mind, of him having sex, blocking out the inconvenient fact that he’d been in bed with someone else.

Damn, she was aroused. She could feel how damp her panties were as she walked. How was she supposed to get the handsome big bastard out of her head now, after seeing that display? In her head, she transposed herself into that bed, underneath him. She could almost feel him inside her.

And every time she looked at him from now on? Yes - she was going to be imagining him naked. And it wouldn’t be to give herself more self-confidence in front of a bunch of people, like they taught you to do in those self-help courses.

As she started making her way down the stairs, she mentally shook herself - she’d better get her head back in the game or this could all go horribly wrong.

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Billy had taken the same route down a couple of floors to the room being used as the base of operations. He was still fuming about Dinah’s little voyeuristic visit to his room. What the fuck was she thinking, coming into his room unannounced? If he hadn’t been otherwise engaged he could’ve shot her! And just how long had she been standing there, watching him make love to his girl?

Weird bitch, he thought, but I’ll settle the score with her once this is all over.

He knocked once on the door, saw an eye appear in the spyhole and then the door opened. Frank and the rest of the Anvil team were already there, along with Madani and her Homeland agents. He glared at Madani but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Frank winked and grinned at him, fully aware of the ‘operation’ Billy had been on prior to arriving. Wait till he told him about Madani’s latest little stunt!

They got down to business, running through the details of the op and all the ‘what if’s’ and Plan A, Plan B, Plan C scenarios once again. Everyone was given their positions, tasked with certain duties, told to make sure their earpieces were in and working. The two teams started leaving the room and dispersing to their designated locations. The undercover agent remained to get a further briefing from Billy, Frank and Madani, then he too left to go to his room where the meet would take place.

That left the three of them, plus the Homeland agents who’d be monitoring all the comms and security cameras. Billy marched right up to Madani, towering over her and glaring so furiously at her that it was a wonder she didn’t catch on fire. In a very low voice that only the three of them could hear, he bit out, “I’m sayin’ nothing right now about what happened earlier, Dinah - we need to be totally focused on this fuckin’ op - but we’re gonna be having a conversation about it at some point.”

He caught sight of Frank’s puzzled face but just gave him a small shake of the head. “Right,” he said, “c’mon Frankie, let’s go and check the perimeters.”

The two of them left, leaving Madani to pace the room and watch the CCTV screens over the shoulders of her agents. She hadn’t said a word directly to Billy or looked him in the eye during the entire briefing.

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Billy strode along the corridor so quickly that Frank had to really hurry to catch him up. “Hey, Bill! What’s up with you and Madani now?” Billy shook his head, “Dunno that I should talk about it, Frankie, I’m still fuckin’ furious with her, and I really gotta concentrate on all this shit that’s goin’ down today.” They reached the stairs, Billy opening the fire door and they started down the steps.

Frank grabbed his arm and they both stopped walking. “Don’t forget I know you better’n you know yourself, Russo. If you don’t get this off ya chest, you’re gonna explode. And that ain’t what we need right now.”

Billy leaned his back against the wall and sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.” He broke eye contact with Frank, saying, “She’s got a master key for the rooms.” Frank said warily, “Yeah, I know she does... and?”

“Came crashin’ into our room, when I was... we were...” Frank’s eyes got huge, “havin’ sex. Stood there for fuck knows how long watchin’ us, till we finally noticed her after... after we finished, an’ I yelled at her to get out.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Frank said through gritted teeth, “What the fuck’s wrong with that woman?!”

Shaking his head, Billy shrugged, “I dunno, Frank. She’s got issues, that’s for sure.” He turned and started down the stairs again, “C’mon, let’s get this shitshow on the road.”

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You’d ended up having the most pleasant day to yourself. Leisurely soak in the spa bath, several room service orders (repairs having been carried out before the waiter’s first visit), several little trips to and from the mini-bar for G&T’s. You’d finished the gin now, and had moved on to vodka & coke. Not your favourite but beggars, choosers etc.

You’d been on one of the big movie channels, and so far you were three fantasy films, two rom-coms and a heist movie into their list. In fact you’d started drifting off to sleep as you got towards the end of the heist movie, and made yourself sit up to make sure you didn’t doze off. You gazed back at the massive wall-mounted TV and tried to pick up whereabouts you were in the plot. Oh right - bank robbery.

The bad guys ran into the bank, firing shots into the air and getting everyone to lie down on the floor. But there was that one hero security guard, who drew his gun and tried to shoot the bad guy gang leader. Cue good guy getting shot, up rolls a police armed response unit, cue gun battle, various dead good and bad guys, oh and here’s the car chase as a couple of baddies got away.

Hey hang on, the gun battle’s still going on, but neither the cops or the bad guys are shooting at each other as they’re too busy doing handbrake turns and screeching round corners.

It dawned on you the gunfire you could hear was in your freaking hotel. Leaping up and zipping over to the window, you saw various black SUV’s parked randomly in the middle of the street, blue lights flashing and doors wide open, but apart from crowds of the general public running for cover, there was no-one in sight round the big cars.

You could still hear the rattle of gunfire, and then all of a sudden it went eerily quiet.

Breathing unsteadily, you had a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach and your hand wavered towards the doorhandle. The temptation to open it was huge. ‘No!’ screeched the sensible part of your brain, ‘for just once in your life.... Do. What. You’re. Told.” Your hand went back to your side. Okay, you win, you told your brain glumly.

You walked back over and sat on the bed, ended the movie - the bad guys were probably either A) going to get away or B) get caught - so you could live without seeing the end of it. Starting to flick through the programme guide, you finally found a news channel, but they had nothing about the hotel or ‘shots fired’.

So you spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the bed for 3 minutes then getting up and pacing, then sitting on the bed again for another 3 minutes, then pacing again... hit the repeat button on that scenario until there was a big knock at the door.

You headed over to the door but didn’t put your eye to the peephole, having seen a film once where someone got shot in the eye that way. Yes, you did watch a lot of movies, what of it! So you just called out, standing to one side, so you wouldn’t get shot through the door either (yes, yes, saw that in the movies too), “Who’s that?!”

Billy’s voice said, “It’s me, sweetheart. Can you let me in? And don’t get upset but I got grazed a coupla times by bullets so I’m bleedin’ quite a bit.”

Don’t get upset? you thought, he’s gotta be joking hasn’t he? You hastily unlocked and pulled open the door, and you saw a very pale-faced Billy leaning on the doorframe, blood on his face and on one of his arms. You could see ripped fabric on the sleeve of his tactical suit where the blood was coming from.

“Oh, Billy,” you said, worried, dragging him into the room and slamming the door closed.

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[fanficsandfluff]

Acting on the Truth

Fandom: DCEU, Zack Snyder’s Justice League

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Arthur Curry, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Clark Kent, Victor Stone

Words: 2,046

It wasn’t fair and everyone in the room knew it wasn’t. Most especially Bruce, since he was the one on the receiving end of the group’s taunts. 

“Guys,” Bruce’s own voice sounded a little too high for his liking, so he cleared his throat and resumed in a near Batman-esque growl, “Can you all just knock it off?”

“Big guy in a carbon-fiber suit. Take that away and what are you?” Arthur shot back with a horrible gleam in his eyes.

“Ticklish,” Barry mumbled in glee beside him. 

Diana smiled wide but then tried to tamp it down a bit when she saw Bruce glance her way. We don’t want to embarrass him too bad, of course. Keep it civil. 

“I still...” Bruce paused and took a breath as opposed to stuttering through his sentence, “I still don’t see why you’re all so gung-ho about this. Everyone is ticklish.”

Arthur actually chuckled this time, throwing his body into the deep noises for emphasis, “Because you’re the freaking bat, big guy! It’s so... perfect.”

“We should just get him already,” Victor chimed in finally after standing in silence, observing the scene. 

Bruce was in the center of the room, leaning against his desk. He was surrounded on all sides by superheroes, and he was far outmatched in the superpower department. He remained silent as he stood up straight and headed for the door. He made it through, only to be stopped by Clark on the other side. 

All morning. All morning they were pestering him and making comments and giggling amongst themselves all because they saw Diana accidentally tickle his neck when they were working. And he reacted. Rookie move. 

Bruce shifted his eyes upward so he wouldn’t have to tilt his whole head to get a look at Clark’s face. No weakness, come on, Bruce.

He suddenly felt a very strange, speedy tickle along both of his sides, but it was over in a flas-- oh, fucking Barry.

Bruce’s arms cinched to his alerted sides and he turned around to see Barry in exactly the same spot he was in before he left the other room. Then he had Clark smirking at him from the other side. 

“Children,” Bruce mumbled to himself in a whisper as he got past Clark, knowing full-well Clark could probably hear him what with super hearing or whatever it was. 

“Alfred,” Bruce’s voice was now louder, “Lock the Batcave. Security breach protocol. No one gets in,” and he nearly made it to the secret door to the cave, too. He would’ve. If Diana hadn’t sidled up to him and caressed his forearm with her nails.

“Bruce,” she spoke softly, “We meant no harm.”

The Bat clenched his jaw but he did look at her. Her touch sent chills up his arm. 

“I know you don’t. It’s humiliating to be tickled, even though I honestly probably wouldn’t mind if you all tickled me--Hey!” Bruce shot his whole body back as if he was shocked. Diana giggled innocently, the Lasso of Truth’s end wrapped around the hand she held Bruce’s arm with. 

Expecting his whole world to come crumbling around him from the sheer embarrassment of what he just spoke aloud for everyone to hear, it was Bruce who was stunned when he finally looked around at the group who had followed him into this new room from the study and observed their faces. What he thought would be followed by deep, mocking laughter, instead were the caring, understanding faces of the people he now cared about. His cheeks were dusted pink, and yes, they could all see it behind his stubble. 

“It--It’s not something...” he shut his eyes and exhaled through his nose, “That wasn’t an invitation.”

And then Clark laughed, and the things that happened next were in a quick blur that maybe spanned 15 seconds. 

When he stopped and really thought about what happened, this is what he came up with: Diana snuck up behind him and gave him a hug, or what he thought was a hug, but she slipped that Lasso around his wrists and cinched them. Then Arthur came forward and hoisted Bruce over his shoulder and unceremoniously dumped him on the couch only a few feet away. Barry blocked any attempts of Bruce trying to get up and run away. Diana used the Lasso and yanked his arms up over his head and Victor locked in on his now raised wrists, grip stronger than iron. And the next thing he knew, everyone was surrounding him, smiling like jerks. 15 seconds. This all happened too fast for him to even stand a chance.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t...” Arthur drawled out as he leaned against the couch, almost straddling Bruce, “... mind if I do,” and with a feral grin, he dug in. 

“Ow! You fuhucking--” Bruce clamped his lips tight. Arthur’s tickling was a little rough. Now Bruce was struggling, using all his meditative might to not break. He did growl a lot though. And curse through his teeth. 

“You’re not doing it right,” Barry admonished after a few seconds of unsuccessful no-laughter. 

“He’s a tough dude, I figured I’d also be tough.”

“Try his hips,” Clark spoke from behind the back of the couch. 

Bruce eyed the Kryptonian, wondering what in the sweet ungodly hell gave it away... the eyes. The glowing eyes of x-ray vision. He could see nerve endings??

Arthur’s thumbs were in his hip joints in an instant and Bruce bucked, unable to really do much in Victor’s steely, unmoving grip. He laughed, oh god he did laugh. It was a loud burst of something that honestly sounded more like a scream than a laugh, but then there was a forced smile on his face that he tried to hide by shoving it into his raised arm. 

“Ahaww,” Barry cooed aloud and blushed when he realized he, indeed, did it aloud. 

“He’s going to kill all of you,” Victor pointed out.

“You’re included in this, aren’t you?” Barry asked, “Or are those not your arms holding him down?”

“Shh, you’re going to miss it,” Diana quieted the bickering men as she kneeled at the side of the couch and she started skittering her nails across Bruce’s sides and belly as Arthur tried not tickling so hard that he might leave bruises if he kept going.

Bruce arched his back and now he was laughing more continuously. He tried to keep it to just huffs of air after that first screamer sound, but now with all their dumbass banter and Diana’s nails, it was a lot. 

His chest rumbly laughter started to ooze out and there wasn’t much of anything more Bruce could do to stop it. He was overpowered, over-weakened, and now over-tickled. 

“Bruce, you may need to think about breathing. You’re turning red,” Clark offered sage advice. Yeah, thanks, dickhead, really helpful right now.

He was red and he knew it was because he was still trying with all his might to hold a little something in. Just a piece. If he could prevent himself from really letting go, he could still say he kept a shred of his dignity. 

Next thing he knew, there were new appendages at his armpits. Well, fuck.

Bruce cackled some more, the metaphorical dam burst all for one log or two. Dignity, man. One piece.

Bruce hadn’t spoken for a while now. After cursing at Arthur, he became so focused on not giving fully in that he didn’t have it in him to verbally fight or protest. 

By now he had six hands on him. Arthur still at his hips (and by now he figured out if he switched between a harsh digging in to then a slightly softer massage motion of his thumbs, it got to Bruce the best), Diana’s mischievous Amazonian nails wreaking havoc across his taught but expansive belly and sides, and now Victor with his extra mini arms that sprout from his back, scratching methodically into the hollows of his armpits. 

And hey, that was honestly pretty superhuman of him. He could take six super-hands wrecking his ticklish body without fully breaking. And that thought that he was still a little powerful was the last straw in the dam of laughter that burst from him. They all knew and recognized that Bruce was strong in his own ways, he didn’t need to shoot lasers from his fingers or punch a guy into the next planet. And Bruce finally got to that thought himself, even though it took some extra time. He was ready to let go. 

Oh, I might mention that it might’ve also been the quick addition of Barry pinching his kneecap that did it, but we’ll agree to disagree.

The whole group wore identical grins when they got Bruce to laugh and succumb to his ticklishness. 

“Can I try?” Barry asked Arthur, looking over his shoulder.

“Yeah, g’head, speedy.”

And they switched positions, which gave Bruce a breather as Diana and Victor also stopped. There was the time to suck in oxygen.

Barry looked a little nervous to be doing what he was about to be doing. 

“Well?” Arthur nudged the kid’s back, “You gonna start?”

And just like that, Barry’s fingers were lightning. He took a much different approach than Arthur. While Arthur stayed in exactly the same spot and kept at it with forceful motions, Barry’s hands were everywhere. And he wasn’t even using his super speed because you could follow where his hands were going. 

Bruce’s laugh came out very surprised and slightly higher in pitch than the laughs he previously gifted them with. 

“Oho shit!” Bruce finally cursed again, as well. Why did it tickle so much? 

“I can’t believe I’m tickling Batman,” Barry quipped. He got some chuckles from the team.

There was a moment where Barry and Diana gasped simultaneously, and Arthur barked out his own laugh. Barry had zoned in on Bruce’s stomach and whatever happened and why, Bruce snorted as he took in air to make room for more laughter. Even Clark giggled when he knew he heard what he heard, raising a fist to his mouth so as to not embarrass Bruce further.

“Shuhut--Shut up! Ahall of you, fucking shut uhuhup,” Bruce was regaining some of that dignity we mentioned earlier. 

“We aren’t laughing at you,” Diana reassured. 

“That was honestly cute, Bruce,” Victor agreed. 

“Do it again,” Arthur spoke into Barry’s ear but it was not at all meant to be a whisper. Now Barry was on the hunt for more snorts. He did find one more in his search, but that’s all Bruce would allow him. 

And then the fingers stopped and Victor’s grip loosened. Bruce’s arms came crashing down and he started to hunch and curl in on himself. 

They waited until his residual breaths slowed to near normal. Diana reached her hand out towards Bruce’s face and the poor guy flinched away. 

Diana’s airy laughter floated out for a moment, “I wasn’t going to tickle,” she tried again and brushed hair that had fallen askew during the attack out of Bruce’s eyes and off his forehead. 

“You’re pr--”

“Fuck off.”

And then the team laughed. All of them. Bruce’s harsh cut-off of whatever Clark had to say even made him smile. 

That lasso may have had something to it... well, besides godly power. It was the Lasso of Truth after all, wasn’t it? Yeah, for all his show and bravado, this was all Bruce wanted. And he couldn’t have dreamed of it happening under better circumstances. 

With grumblings and mutterings of ‘I’m too old for this shit’ and the like, Bruce groaned his way into a sitting and then a standing position. They all had some real work to do, so they might as well get to it. Diana kissed him on the cheek for being a good sport, and Clark even clapped him on the shoulder. Barry couldn’t get a big dumb smile off his face, hard as he tried, and despite the others mentioning it to him multiple times. Arthur wiggled his fingers in the air at Bruce once and Bruce glared daggers at him. Victor was even smirking from time to time thinking about one of their big guns being ticklish like that. 

One big, happy family. 

[sinisterlyhan]

03. jisung ; hyunsung /  8705 words

incubus!hyunsung, oral (m receiving), female reader, unprotected sex, choking kink, a mild hint of jealousy, a little fluff at the end

tw: slight mention of force

parts: 01 ; 02 ; 03

your hands fell onto your lap after another failed attempt at calling his name, a shy yet frustrated groan sounding from your throat as you covered your eyes with the heels of your palms.

you were seated right in the middle of a brand new sheet, one you bought from the local department store for the personal use of summoning demons. the white sheet has been painted on with a dark red glyph for almost twenty minutes now, and you still have yet to call up the boys you've been dying to meet; each time you chanted the spell, you stop just when you were supposed to speak their name.

a rush of embarrassment kept glowing over you for some reason. it seemed you have yet to get over how you managed to be turned into a damn filthy doll overnight, much like how your last encounter with jisung and hyunjin, which was already weeks ago, still lingered in the front lines of your head almost every waking second.

they have really fucked themselves into your head, everything from their intense glowy eyes to the scratch of their nails haunted your days and nights. and everything reminded you of them, starting with the unfading hickey jisung sucked onto your skin to the empty clench of your cunt that just constantly felt so overwhelming.

you haven’t been touched, kissed, nor filled up to the brim in weeks. your fingers and the vibrator you secretly got off online were not good enough to replace the blissful skin-to-skin sensation you knew those two demons would be more than capable of giving you.

and it was getting so bad, your neediness growing with each sunrise, to a point where just the mere thought of their faces was enough to make your head hazy with lust and longing.

but even then, you kept pushing back summoning them again for some reason. a very broken part of your heart kept forgetting how tightly jisung has cuddled your warm body to him, forgetting how gentle hyunjin had kissed your swollen lips and rubbing your sore skin, forgetting how kindly they have treated you after they practically fucked you into oblivion.

your mind kept wandering off to how they would react to you summoning them again, and somehow you developed an unreasonable fear of having your terrible assumption—that they wouldn’t want to see you again—becoming a reality.

it was a problem of your lack of self-worth; if the boys were here, they would have the scent of your insecurities sniffed out in seconds, and they would probably hate that.

“huh.” you exhaled slowly, trying to coax yourself into submission by thinking about the alternative, by remembering how good they have made you feel the night you first met them. you could have that right at your fingertips if you could just try. one of them even left you a note! “damn it, why is this so hard? freaking stupid, stupid han jisung!”

in the middle of your mildly insulting chant, where you repeatedly called hyunjin and jisung stupid when the truly stupid one in the room was you, the glyph you were seated on had glowed a bright, brilliant shade of blood red for a brief second before a shadowy substance appeared at the corner of your room. jisung soon morphed into shape, the black substance trickling off his shoulders into nothingness.

he took a look around your room. nothing has changed since the last time he has been in it; the mini-trinkets on your desk were still arranged on the same spot, your mattress was draped over with the same cover he fucked you on last time, and the basket of freshly cleaned, unfolded laundry stained of your that honey-sweet scent of your naked body.

jisung let him bask in your warm and homey room, his gaze finally making their way away from the furniture and onto you. he softened, his back relaxing and his eyes sparking a faint shade of red at the sight of you kneeling with your hands to your eyes.

supposed the only thing that changed was him; he came back to your room with more longing and more anticipation than he did last time. and if he has only able to enjoy half of his sexual encounters with other people before, he definitely hasn’t been able to enjoy any of them after he got a chance to lay with you.

“what are you doing?”

his low and tender voice snapped you out of your trance, and you yelped when you found him to be only inched away from your face after opening your eyes. his eyes were a golden shade of brown, like sunlight filtered through the gaps of trees, and looking into them made you dizzy.

“i… uhh…”

you hadn’t gotten a chance to speak when jisung leaned in to press his lips against yours. he went slow, he was thorough in recalling the shape of your mouth, none at all like the first time he kissed you. and you closed your eyes, your head leaning back when he pushed forward to deepen the kiss, wanting to taste more of you.

ahh, how jisung has missed you. your softness and your innocence, your lips and your tightness. he missed you much more than he wanted to miss you. it was like you infiltrated his head, like you just barged in without knocking or taking your shoes off, infuriatingly occupying his brain when all he wanted to do was to keep his cool and wait for you.

but it has been weeks since you last called. the desire to touch you burned inside him in ways he could not fathom.

this wasn’t supposed to happen to him; he wasn’t supposed to think about you when he has his cock stuffed inside somebody else, he wasn’t supposed to be so reluctant to chase his high in a stranger’s eyes, he wasn’t supposed to feel so anxious thinking that maybe you neglected him and called up hyunjin instead.

how was he supposed to stop himself when you finally appeared before him again? and without hyunjin’s presence as well? this felt like a miracle, a gift sent to him by god, a damn utopia.

leaning further into you, your back soon hit the thin white sheet that winkled when you both moved. you moved your legs, separating them so jisung could have access to the middle where he could comfortably lay his body on top of yours. and he had your hands pinned to the side of your head, fingers pressing onto your palm and his hands pressured against your wrists.

“ji–jisun–jisung–“

he kept kissing you, you couldn’t even find breaks in between to mumble into his mouth. his lips just kept moving against yours, devouring you and pouring out all his lonely sorrows as a sort of payback for taking so long to summon him again. after he was done with your lips, he slowly trailed down to your chin, planting kisses along the side of your face until he stopped at your neck.

“what took you so long, sweet cheeks?” he mumbled then, brushing his lips softly against your skin before he dove in.  

“i’m so–i’m sorry.” you angled your head, allowing him more access to attack your skin with soft smooches and light bites. the feeling of his wet mouth jolted your desperation out of you like lightning and suddenly, your head was filled with nothing else but the tingly sensation of being peppered with affection.

you were able to enjoy the euphoria for a while before you were lunged out of your colorful trance with the realization that jisung already had one hand slipped under your shirt. right, you finally remembered that he is an incubus and he had been summoned with the expectation of having sex with you like last time.

and while you were welcome to that, while you have been wanting that, within this impulsive of the moment, your brain short-circuited at the thought with a wave of horrible assumption about jisung’s unspoken feelings. it hit you again that what if he was rushing this? he barely said anything and went on to kiss you, was that desperation or impatience? was it because he couldn’t wait to touch you, or was it because he couldn’t wait to end it?

your eyes widened slightly and your brows furrowed. the cycle would continue when he’s done, with him having to go back to hell and you once again waiting another few weeks before you could bust up the courage to summon them again. you didn’t want that, you wanted jisung to stay longer. you’ve got to stall some time.

“oh, wait, jisung.”

your hand went down to grab his, stopping him from his advances. jisung pulled away from your neck and looked up at you, his brows furrowed at the interruption but he gave you the space you needed to speak.

as you tried to sit up, your legs moving to stand, you spoke, “wait, i need to do something first–“

“oh, please,” he huffed out, rolling his eyes before he leaned in to try and attach his lips to yours again. “fuck that, it can wait,”

you turned your cheek, his lips landing on your hair and causing him to grimace in annoyance. you pushed your hands to his shoulders, moving him away from you as you clarified, “just a moment! let me summon hyunjin too.”

“woah, hey, hold on,” jisung said after a moment of processing, a huff of laughter stuffed between as he looked at you in disbelief. “i thought this would just be you and me.”

you paused nervously. his face was unreadable, in a way that there were too many emotions mixed in you couldn’t tell which one was the dominant one. was it the disappointment in his pout? or it could be the faint anger hiding behind the red sparks of his eyes? whatever it was, you just knew he was very opposed to the side of calling hyunjin up as well, and you weren’t sure how to respond to that.

your original plan was to call both of them, but since you had forgotten how you did it last time so now you have to summon them up individually. perhaps jisung got the wrong idea after you accidentally said his name out loud enough for the ritual to hear you.

“well, i just thought because last time–“ you fiddled with your finger awkwardly, your head hung low as you refused to look at him out of embarrassment. “i just didn’t…”

“didn’t what?” jisung asked, his voice raised stoically.

the doorbell of your home suddenly rang, saving you from jisung’s intense gaze with a distraction. you looked away from him to the door of your bedroom with brightened eyes, your mood instantly lifted when you tore yourself away from the million-dollar question you have yet to find the perfect answer for.

“i’ll go get that real quick,” you mumbled under your breath as you scrambled up to your feet and left your room.

it was just the girl who lived next door asking you about the jumpy internet in the residential building recently. you were hoping it would be somebody with better conversation skills, perhaps the old lady who would occasionally bring after school snacks over to your home, at least she would want to ask you how your day went and you could stall more time before you have to go back to the awkward tension.

as you watched her frown at you for trying to stretch out the conversation more than it should, her distracted eyes slowly moved away from your face to the boy who had crept up silently behind you. seeing that she had stopped paying attention to you, you curiously glanced behind your shoulder and immediately got startled to find jisung only inches away from your back.

“you scared me,” you hissed, giving his arm a shove. “i’m just talking to my neighbor! go back to my room!”

jisung furrowed his brows at you, refusing to budge even as you gave him a few shoves on the shoulders. the nonchalant look behind the stranger’s eyes was pissing him off for some reason—this little shit. he would have gotten his answer by now if she hadn’t rung the doorbell, or at least he would have dove right back into kissing you again and left the problem unattended.

he could have convinced you to leave hyunjin wherever he was right now so he could have you all to himself. but no, someone has to come up and ruin everything for him. and judging by the spark of realization and mischief behind her eyes, she was about to ruin it even more for him.

“oh–oh wait. holy shit, no way,” she said with a tone of disbelief, her jaw dropping as she tried not to laugh from shock. pointing a finger at jisung, she glanced at you and whispered just loud enough for all three of you to hear. “is this the hyunjin you kept screaming about lately?”

your cheeks reddened at the comical smirk she was flashing you, genuine curiosity laying behind her face as she glanced between a very pissed-off jisung and a very humiliated you, as if she was trying to see if you two would fit together well enough that she could see you two having sex together. you didn’t even have to turn around to feel jisung tense from behind you, the hotness of his body radiating in a threatening way.

oh, this is bad, really bad.

for one, you had no idea she was able to hear you through the apartment walls. you thought you were being quiet enough just in case you couldn't hear your parents returning home from work, but it could also be possible that you have shamelessly let out a few cries of his name during the neediest moments of your imagination, your hand repeatedly sliding the vibrator into your core as you tried so hard to remember the feeling of his cock.

she could have heard those unfulfilling climaxes you had. but fuck, out of all the times you’ve pleasured yourself, she just coincidentally decided to only pick up the ones when you moaned hyunjin’s name instead of jisung’s? and she dared to knock on your door and expose it to your face as well!

humiliating, embarrassing, stupid! you were trying so hard not to seem like you were being needy just in case you appeared pathetic! now all your effort to stall time, thus creating such an awkward tension, has gone to waste.

“please leave,” you said meekly, gesturing your arm to the side where her flat was located with a flushed face. “just go, oh my god, go.”

jisung’s fury did not falter as the girl gave you a nod before she left with a giggle she failed to surprise. he kept glaring at her head until she left, and then his eyes shifted to the back of your head and he simply tensed up even more than before.

oh, the way his heart just dropped to his stomach when he heard that you’ve been calling hyunjin’s name was beyond anything he has ever felt. first, it was you wanting to call him up, now it was about you touching yourself to the thought of him. oh the devils, could this get any worse for jisung?

he was already confused about his affection enough, now to have it all thrown at his face with hellfire was nothing he could handle properly. the disappointment, the heartbreak, the burning sensation ignited along the paths of his veins leading directly to his scratched-up heart—it was like his world stopped turning for a moment like he just found out you cheated on him.

but you could never cheat on him because you were never his, to begin with. he was just an incubus, so was hyunjin. that was all there was to it, at least that was all there was supposed to be. and since humans can play favorites, while they can call up whoever they wanted, it seemed to him that you have chosen your pick, and the demon wasn’t him.

jisung didn’t know why you called him up then, but since you did anyway, he figured he’d just try to discard his emotions and fuck you like he does everyone else. and a part of him wanted to do that in order to gain some sort of validation from you, to hear you moan because of him, to see that he could be on par with hyunjin in terms of pleasuring you.

he wouldn’t admit it, but he just wanted you to like him back, even just a little bit.

“jisung, don’t listen to her–“ you went to place a hand on his shoulder, but your wrist was gabbed in a millisecond before he started to yank you back into his house. your steps stumbled as you tried to stop him, eyes wide in confusion at his sudden force. “wait, hold on, what are you doing?”

he turned around abruptly, his hand reaching behind your head to cup your neck before he leaned close to your ear. when he spoke, his voice was hauntingly low it almost sounded surreal. “get in the house before i fuck you out here in the hall,” he whispered. “you bet i’ll make sure everyone living on this floor knows who i am.”

you shivered at his words, your knees weakening slightly at the anticipation for what could come but also from the way he was looking at you. his hooded eyes were furious and his grip was deadly, much worse than the first time he grabbed you on the chin.

you would welcome the roughness if it was within the context that the situation ha escalated to that point, but this—this was too abrupt, you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

“jisung, are you oka–“ you got cut off when he growled under his breath. he pulled you into the house himself, slamming the door shut before pushing your back against it with an aching shove.

your hands gripped his flexed arms when he pressed his lips against yours harshly, pushing your head back against the wooden door. he immediately started to suck on your bottom lip without giving you a second of rest, a small whine leaving your lips as he poked his tongue between the gaps of your teeth. he swiped across your bottom teeth, pulled his tongue back, and bit on your lip again.

you were trying so hard to reciprocate the kiss, to move along with his pace, but it felt like you were reverted to when he kissed you for the first time where he was moving too fast and too rough. you weren’t enjoying it, you didn’t like it at all.

“ow–jisung!” you turned your face and pushed him away from you when you felt a sudden sting at your bottom lip. you stopped at arm’s length where you could finally see him clearly, turning to him with wide eyes and an opened mouth.

it was lucky of you to even have the strength to tear him away from you, but you got even luckier when you caught his eyes and he responded to the utter confusion hidden beneath them. his hands dropped from your waist when he glanced at your red, swollen lips that had just a trace of blood lingering on top.

you looked almost appalled by what he did, with your brows furrowed at the red drop you touched onto your fingertip. “jisung, why did you do that? that hurts!”

“i–“ jisung paused. his previous thought to just get you over with vanishing within a blink of an eye when he realized he’s actually caused harm this time. he curled his hands into fists, his muscles tensing up at the thought that you probably hate him even more than you already do, now that he’s let his jealousy and insecurity overwhelm his head. “i’m so sorry, (name).”

you raised your brows, softening at his mellow voice. he couldn’t even look at you when he apologized, and you could see how tensed up he was. perhaps he was ashamed of what he did, perhaps he felt bad that he had taken his anger out on you when he shouldn’t; either way, while still being quite annoyed that he didn’t try a calmer approach, you were appreciative of his sincere apology.

short and straight to the point. no excuses or whatnots. it was already better than how a lot of humans like to do it these days.

“hey,” you called out softly as you stepped up to cup his cheeks in your hands. you searched his eyes, caress his heart with your tender gaze when he finally found it in himself to look back at you. you arched a brow playfully, your thumbs pressing into his cheeks as you said, “you gotta look at people when you talk to them, you know?”

he pursed his lips together, his heart hammering in his chest. you didn’t smell of hated at all, you simply smelt like you—sweet like honey, soft as freshly washed laundry.

once again you set aside the madness and the pain of your own to cradle him in your arms like he held some sort of importance in your life, because your compassion rivaled that of the galaxy. and at this point, he could be all but annoyed and jealous.

jisung was just confused, with a little bit of longing, and perhaps he was in love.

“i’m so sorry i hurt you,” he muttered under his breath, his bottom lip slightly jutting out.

“i forgive you,” you said. “but i’d like to know why you got so rough all of a sudden?”

now it was his turn to get flustered. admitting to his wrongdoings and apologizing was already a brand new world for him, as refreshing and relieving as it felt to hear that you didn’t hold any grudges against what he did. but to admit that he felt jealous? that he felt inferior to another incubus, not to mention the said incubus was hwang hyunjin?

oh hell, no, that was the line he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cross.

“jisung?” you called him again, eyes patient and hands soft.

he looked at you, brows furrowed with defeat at the mercy of your hands; he had come to realize there isn’t any line he wouldn’t be willing to cross for you.

“it’s just….” he sighed. “you don’t scream my name.”

for some reason, the thought didn’t feel as embarrassing as it did when it was first revealed just a minute ago. your cheeks didn’t flush red and your voice didn’t tremble in an attempt to find a terrible excuse to cover the matter up.

you only breathed out a soft laugh, amused. something about the way jisung seemed to genuinely upset that you never thought about him when you were fucking yourself was, in some ways, adorable.

he had no idea how many times you thought about him at night, yearning for his hands to roam around your body, desperate for the strength and speed you couldn’t provide for yourself.

“oh, but i do, i have,” you said, leaning closer to his face. “she just didn’t hear me when i did.”

he huffed, rolling his eyes to the side slightly to express his dissatisfaction. he wasn’t really upset at you anymore, he just wished he didn’t have to be mistaken as hyunjin and that he didn’t have to hear about him being excluded from your dirty fantasies. but his moody thoughts soon faded when you squished his cheeks, leaning even closer to him until your noses touched.

“how can i make it up to you, hmm?” you asked under your breath, looking into his eyes as you nudged the side of his nose, rubbing against it teasingly before you leaned in to kiss him.

oh, where the hell did this boldness come from? jisung wasn’t sure and neither were you, but you were both enjoying it to the fullest as your mouths moved against each other slowly. there was a sense of hotness in the way your lips moved, trying to find the perfect angle and the perfect pressure  so he wouldn’t leave a single inch of you unattended.

your back was pushed against the door again as the moment got more urgent. jisung pressed himself up towards your body, chest to chest with his knee forced between your legs. you hummed when he kneaded up on your clothed heat, rubbing against your clit and giving you a jolt of stimulation you’ve been needing all this time.

he finally found it in himself to pull away from him after a few more rubs of his knee against your heat, and he instinctively placed a hand to the back of your neck to keep you close. he pressed his forehead against yours, his chest heaving to catch his breath. his eyes were darker now, but unlike before, they didn’t lack softness in them when he asked carefully, “can you let me do what i want with you, sweet cheeks?”

“yeah.” you nodded without giving it another thought.

the last thing you saw was a spark of red before jisung dove into your face. you shut your eyes, feeling his lips on yours for a rough second before he traveled down to your jaw and your neck, sucking and biting even more hickeys on your skin to overlap the previous ones that haven’t faded yet. his hands roamed around your figure as he buried himself in your scent, squeezing your flesh and cupping your breasts to elicit any type of response from you.

he needed to hear you, badly, whether it was a gasp or a whimper. and like he suspected, your sounds were much more achieving than anybody else’s he has heard these few weeks.

“fuck, jisung–“ you gasped after his hand found their way to the waistband of your short, and he didn’t hesitate in yanking the fabric off your hips so he could tug your pantie to the side and slip a finger between your folds.

“seems like you’ve missed me, sweet cheeks,” he gloated, feeling your walls shrink under his slow pumping, hugging his finger tightly as he slipped it in and out of you.

you hummed out a whimper of agreement when he forced your walls to expand by adding another finger inside, your juices a teasing trail rolling down the gaps between his fingers. and he was really thinking you’d at least be a little used to this after you’ve finally started to finger yourself in your own time, suppose nothing can ever replace the way he does it, not even yourself.

ahh, he couldn’t wait. he couldn’t wait for the moment he could finally push himself inside of you, to feel the first stretch hyunjin beat him to last time. you’re gonna be so good for him, he just knew it.

his thorough pace turned quicker and quicker by the second, and soon the squelching sound of your juices echoed throughout the living room. the tightening in your abdomen was getting overwhelming with each shove of his fingers inside your hole, and each time you could feel your knees giving out more and more. jisung was the only thing holding you up as you sink yourself into the pleasure of not having to do this by yourself, his arm gripping red fingerprints on the side of your waist.

for someone who was going at a pace where his main goal was to chase your high, it came as a disappointing surprise when jisung suddenly pulled his fingers out of you. your whine faltered mid-way and you looked down at him, your brows furrowing questioningly at him. he only smirked, utterly enjoying the way you blushed when he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked a long stripe up his wet finger.

you watched him suck his fingers clean with a fried mind, part of you too shy to say anything while the other part of you screamed at how alluring the flicks of his tongue was. and you didn’t complain when he leaned in to kiss you, poking his tongue into your mouth to lather your essence all over you.

as you panted into his mouth, he reached down to tug at your thighs and guided them around his waist. your circles your arms around his neck, feeling him push you against the door with a thrust at your wet core, his cock hard and vivid under his pants. you tugged at his hair, your hand clawing at his back as he continued to push himself against you for a faint taste of sweet friction, and you pouted with a whine as you moved away for a little.

“jisung…” you wanted more, you wanted to feel him. and he was only a thin piece of fabric away yet he wasn’t giving it to you.

his eyes trailed down to the string of saliva connecting your lips, and even lower he could see the colors he painted onto your skin. all of them fueled him to want more, to finally rid you of your last piece of clothing and just pound into you as he wishes.

“what?” he asked when he finally looked back at you, slightly annoyed that you broke the kiss but he tilted his head when he saw the dazed and needy look on your face. he wasn’t sure when you started to be so bold; last time he checked you were still flustered over hyunjin eating you out, and now you were here asking him to fuck you with pleading eyes.

jisung didn’t hate it, but if you were going to beg for him then you better start using your words. and even then, he might not give you exactly what you want.

“what do you want?” he asked in a hush, his face moving to your neck and licking up your skin.

you pursed your lips together at his question, trying to focus on your thoughts but feeling extremely distracted at the way his tongue flickered across your sensitive spot. you knew what you wanted, just not so much how to say it out loud. and it seemed that your shyness has come back from its short-term vacation because just thinking about filthily begging to be stuffed has got your cheeks tainted red.

jisung’s fingers ran up your body, tapping harsh touches on your skin as they ran up your side and your bones before his hand reached your chin. he grabbed a firm hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he yanked your head to the side to give himself more access to your neck.

“i asked what do you want, baby,” he huffed out near your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “answer me before i leave you with nothing, mmhm?”

“i… i want…” you gulped nervously, finding it hard to swallow your saliva when he has your face squeezed so tightly in the palm of his hand. “i want you to fuck me.”

jisung raised a brow in disdain, staring at you in mock boredom. your voice was hopeless enough for his liking, so small and weak that it gave him a sense of arousing power. your throat bobbed under the influence of his strength, desperately trying to get rid of the liquid gathering up around your inner-cheeks. it was good, but not good enough. it lacked an element in it that he was itching to have.

“is that how you ask people for a favor, sweet cheeks?” he asked, tightening his grip and pushing your head further against the door.

you whimpered at the pain, silently finding it confusing how it could mix in so well with the thrill piling up in your chest. you should be scared with the amount of force he was putting on your small, little face but you weren’t. if anything, you found his demands alluring and his force sexy, you just wanted to feel even smaller under his grasp.

“no–no,” you replied.

“so tell me again,” he said, his enjoyment from watching you squirm in embarrassment the only thing keeping his patience intact. because no matter how strong of a front he was putting up right now, the smell of your essence wafting before his nose was, still, making him spiral into madness. “what do you want?”

“i want you to fuck me, ple–please,” you pleaded, your eyes rolling upwards when you heard a low chuckle from him. your hands went up to his wrist, holding on him as your shoulders rose with your heavy breathing. “please, jisung, i want you to fi–fill me up. please, i want to feel you.”

you were so adorably shy. it’s almost cute if jisung wasn’t aching to finally plunge himself into your right now.

abruptly yanking you by the neck, his eyes took a quick scan of your living room before he dragged you along with him to where the dining table was. his hand briefly let go of you just so he could push your chest against the wooden surface, your head almost hitting down the vase located in the middle.

“wait, right here?” you asked, your eyes wide as you tried to look up.

“yes,” jisung replied, pushing your head back down as he leaned against your back to speak at your ear. “you said you’ll let me do anything i want with you, so i say i’m fucking you where you eat.”

the discomfort of your breasts being squished against the surface melted in with your eagerness when you heard jisung fumbling with the belt of his pants. oh, you’ve been waiting for this day, you’ve been waiting so impatiently and so desperately for his cock, you couldn’t even begin to explain how excited you were to be able to feel that incredible stretch they gave you again.

jisung pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants, gripping it in his hands when it left his pants all loose around his waist. before he could discard it on the floor, however, a second glance gave him a sudden bulb of an idea. he looked at the belt in his hand and glanced back at your body, pinned up uselessly against the surface as you waited for him.

a hum escaped his lips as he removed his hand from your back and brushed your hair away from your back. he clicked his tongue in thoughts, his eyes reddening as he gently ran the back of his finger across your exposed neck. and then he smirked, his grip tightening around his belt for a moment before he released it to let the length drop.

you gasped when you felt jisung pull your head up by your hair, and before long he threw his belt over the curve of your neck and buckled it up at the back. your brows furrowed in confusion, unsure what he was doing exactly until he used his hand to tighten the excess part of the belt. he punctured a hole through the leather with the sharp prong before he looped it through and tightened it around your neck.

it was a choker made out of his belt, you could feel the rusty metal buckle on your flesh. it was a manual leash around your neck he could tug at whenever he wanted to.

you couldn’t see his face, but he was grinning the whole while he shrugged off his pants and pulled his hardened member out of the confines of his boxers. somehow just staring at you with a mock dog leash on your neck was enough to arouse him to the maximum, pre-cum leaking off his tip and dripping down his length like melted chocolate. he pumped his length a few times, rubbing his own cum all over to lube it up a little before he positioned himself at your entrance.

you sucked in a breath, your cheek pressed against the table with your breathing increasing. he was gathering up your wetness by running his tip up and down your slit, making sure you were prepared enough before he slides himself in. it felt so tingly, like needles ghostly being dragged up and down your back. that was until he finally pushed himself in, slowly and carefully, when the needles started to poke instead of a brush.

jisung cursed under his breath at your automatic clench. he didn’t feel this last time; like hyunjin said, he fucked you loose before jisung got the chance to slip himself inside of you. your walls were closing down on him dangerously and slowing down his movement. he could feel the slick skin within clamping down on him to add pressure on his cock, and he tried his best not to shove himself all the way in.

that would be painful for you. besides, the initial stretch is often the best pleasure to have.

he stayed in you for a moment after only pushing in half-way, sweat already starting to gather at his forehead. you moaned meanwhile he continued the cycle of pulling out and slowly slipping back in, helping you with adjusting to his size and making sure you could feel him thoroughly before he fucked your senses away from your head.

“you doing good, sweet cheeks?” he asked, leaning down to place a kiss on your arm as his hands snuck under your shirt to squeeze your boob.

“yeah,” you replied breathlessly, bumping your forehead against the surface at the feeling. “jisung–jisung, please move.”

“you’ve really missed my cock, huh?” he chuckled, complying with your request and rolling his hips against your ass.

you nodded, your hum a weak squeal. “yeah, i’ve missed your cock, jisung,” you said desperately, your hands curling into fists as you rubbing your cheek against the wooden surface.

fuck, you’ve yearned for this feeling. this torn feeling at your abdomen where his cock moved sluggishly in and out of your cunt, his hot skin a million times better than a vibrating plastic toy. and your greediness was growing with each stroke of blissful abandon, your walls clenching in an indication that you wanted him more. harder and faster.

“ahh! jisung please, please move faster,” you whined against the table, your hot breath bouncing back against your face. “please fuck me.”

he furrowed his brows, feeling quite annoyed that you were down there yapping about wanting more when he was putting in most of the work. but granted, he wasn’t feeling too bad himself. in fact, your pussy was making him feel absolutely elated; your clench giving his dick the right amount of pressure, your moans of his name giving him just the validation and reassurance he needed, and you’ve picked up quickly on the slutty begging.

oh devils—jisung could imagine the look on hyunjin’s face when he found out you two have done it without his presence, and the fact that he’s fucked the filthy obedience into your head. fuck, he was over the moon just thinking about it!

“it’s not good to be impatient, sweet cheeks,” he scolded lowly before a smile reached his lips. “but since you begged so nicely, i guess i can give you what you want.”

your jaw dropped at the sudden snap of his hip, a really strong one that pushed you up the table. and starting from then on, there were no more breathy moans and soft whimpers anymore.

jisung was pounding into you hard and fast, so much that the table began to squeak under the weight and the vase in the middle rattled threateningly close to your head. the sound of hot skin slapping echoed throughout the room, mixing in with your cries of his name until your voice came to a choked halt.

with a swift yank, your head snapped upwards and your back arched at the pressure of jisung tugging at his belt. the leather pulled at your throat, sticking against it and printing a red collar shape on your delicate skin. it was cutting your air as much as his hand could have, making your moans extremely strained and throaty.

this felt dirty. you were literally being treated like a dog on a leash right now, your head forced up by his belt as he thrust into you from behind. jisung’s grunts were hoarse, his growls sending waves of shivers pitter-pattering down your heart because he was enjoying himself so much using your hole. and you shamelessly liked it, the guilted part of your heart found immense pleasure from being treated like this.

noticing the way you got louder with him pulling at your throat, jisung couldn’t help but breathe out a sinister laugh as he pulled on his belt even more. your torso went up with his force, feeling his chest press against your back for a brief second before you arched off with the way he was hitting you at this new angle.

his hand continued to stimulate your nipple as he dragged your head back against his shoulder when his fingers moved up the tug at the back of his belt collar. you choked out a moan when he pulled at it, feeling the metal buckle straining against your bones.

he kissed your shoulders as if that could soothe you down from the way he relentlessly pounded into you, your voice urging his never-ending stamina to keep fucking you until he could feel your release.

“fuck, jisung!” you suddenly cried when you felt his tip brush deep into your hole, finding and thrusting up against your g-spot. your body jolted and your knees buckled at the zap of electricity coursing through your veins, scratching up an aching burn in your abdomen.

“am i making you feel good, hmm?” he mused, brushing his nose along your shoulder before he pulled your head back further to kiss your cheek. “ugh, i’ve missed you so much.”

he moved faster, stimulating your sweet spot with quick and greedy thrusts, making you lose your sanity to a point where all you could do was hang out mouth open and look up at the ceiling. he chuckled; you couldn’t remember any words.

your cunt had started to quiver slightly before, but the trembling of your walls were getting more and more overwhelming that jisung wasn’t able to ignore it anymore. you were getting closer to your climax. he knew just from your lack of words and your seductive scent changing from warm honey to dark roses.

deciding to change position, he slipped himself outside of you with a quick plop before spinning you around. you could feel one moment of emptiness, but the hollowness faded quickly when jisung immediately hoisted your body up on the edge of the table.

he spread your legs apart with his hands and before you could even snap out of your trance, he had inserted himself back into you, continuing where he left off to chase after your high.

he tugged at his belt to move you forward, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss you tried to keep up with. it was mostly just jisung sucking on your lips while you moaned your pleasures out and instinctively opened your legs even more for him. he could feel his own knot tightening at his tip whenever the sound of your essence gurgling inside your pussy gets too loud, and he couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your juices coating his cock again, to feel the hot white substances trailing past his skin.

“jisung–i’m–mmm–jisung,” you whined into his mouth, feeling him pull away to look at your squinted eyes.

“cum around me, sweet cheeks,” he demanded, his hand moved to your trembling thighs, squeezing them for support so he could steady his pace and his strength. “you better fucking scream my name when you do it, or else we’re starting over again.”

you could feel the pleasure piling up, adding to the pain you felt at your ass where the edge of the table pressed against your bones. and with one last thrust, with one last scream of his name, your orgasm unraveled and your cum spilled all over your walls. jisung grunted at the warmth, his cock being clenched with brand new, sticky white walls that inked your cum onto his skin.

looking down when he pulled away, his mouth hung open at the cum that dripped out of your cunt and the lines of your whiteness that splattered onto him. he could feel his dick twitch at the sight, and he quickly shoved himself back inside you both to reach his own orgasm and to ask for more of your juices.

the thought of having your essence all over him an incredibly heavenly idea. and all of this—this lustful euphoria, this demonic insanity he felt has only happened with you. he hasn’t felt this way in weeks, or ever before that, actually.

fucking other humans just doesn’t feel the same as fucking you, because jisung didn’t like anyone else.

a throaty moan left his lips when he felt tingles all over his cock, he knew he was close. removing himself away from you suddenly, he stepped back and pulled at his belt to yank you off the table. your weak legs made you go down immediately, your knees hitting the ground with a bang and your face presented right in front of jisung’s glistening cock.

“open up,” he said, circling his belt around his knuckles before he pulled you up.

your mouth was forced open with that sudden pull, a yelp being muffled as soon as jisung stuck himself inside of your mouth. you still weren’t very used to this, even after having both of them spread your mouth open with their cocks last time.

your mere mouth wasn’t able to take him whole before and you couldn’t suddenly be able to now without any practice, therefore you were left a messy, choking mess when jisung bottomed out in your mouth. not to mention he was yanking you up by the throat, causing heavy trouble in your breathing.

your neck hurt from constantly facing skyward, your mouth limp from being forced open, and your gag reflex a nightmare when his tip kept brushing against your uvula. even then, though, you could see that jisung was having the time of his long, long life.

his eyes were shut and his head thrown back slightly, grunts and moans were leaving his lips like a mantra. it was an angelic sight to see him enjoy himself like this, abusing your throat and mindlessly yanking at your neck.

not to be narcissistic but you took pride in yourself for being able to pleasure him like this.

his cum was still bitter the way you remembered from last time. you swallowed them down as he released them, your throat bobbing against the leather belt as you drank down his heavy load. this felt even more than last time, and you wondered if he hadn’t been able to release his sexual frustration lately.

jisung pulled away from your mouth, his dick limp against his thighs with the shimmering of saliva reflected on the skin. he looked down at you when you started to cough for air, your hands reaching up to wipe off the dripping drool around your lips. sighing out a heavy exhale, he leaned down slightly to tug your body up by the mock leash. he muffled your gasp with his lips, tasting himself on it for a brief moment before pulling away to stare at you.

your eyes teary and hazed, your hair a tousled mess, your lips wet with saliva and cum, your neck and collarbones painted with red marks and purple bruises. and oh fuck, you look stunning like this.

“i…” he shut his mouth.

oh, devils, he almost said it.

his eyes softened at your fragile frame then, the previous aggressiveness fading in a second. he knelt beside you, his hands fumbling to release his belt from your neck before throwing the accessory aside.

he ran his hand across your red skin, a gentle grimace on his face as he soon circled his arm around your torso and brought you to his body. tilting your head up, he laid kitten licks across the hot skin and kissed the afterglow of the pain away. you let him, still trying to catch your breath from the previous encounter.

jisung pulled away from you after he was down patting down your neck with his lips, and he smiled a little at you with a pet to the side of your head. you were smiling at him, your eyes teary and your lips red; he thought you looked great, sexy even. especially more since he did this to you.

tentatively moving closer to you, he looped his arms around your back and under your legs before he pulled you into his arms and held you up bridal style. he slumped down on the couch, marveling at the softness of it as he cuddled you close to his chest.

“are you feeling okay?” he asked, glancing down at you and kissing the top of your head. “you did so well, baby, but did i hurt you?”

you shook your head, leaning against his shoulder with your eyes closed. “it’s fine, i actually kind of liked that.” you giggled. “thank you for making me feel so nice again, i’ve been waiting for it for weeks.”

jisung hummed, his thumb running circles on your skin to calm you down. something seemed to be irking at his chest when he heard that and he tilted his head in confusion, wondering exactly which part of it made him feel so. it took him a while to remember your past conversations, the one you two hastily shared when you just summoned him into your room.

“oh, right, you never answered me,” he said. “what took you so long? it has been weeks.”

you opened your eyes then, staring ahead at the space on the wall. you debated whether you wanted to tell jisung about it, a problem that was rooted so deep inside your self-esteem that you thought perhaps he didn’t need to know.

but he was so caring and so careful with you as the aftermath of sex, just being in his embrace right now felt more at home than being within the space you two were in.

your initial worry that maybe he and hyunjin didn’t like you as much as you hoped they would felt almost… idiotic now.

“it’s… it’s a personal problem,” you replied. “i won’t do it again next time. i promise you’ll see me again soon after you leave today.”

jisung frowned. you didn’t exactly smelt of lies, but your tone felt deceiving. there was a reason why you didn’t reveal the reason behind your delay, though, and jisung thought better about questioning it. having you breathe calmly in his arms, vulnerable and naked, was a moment he wouldn’t destroy for the world.

“you promise?” he chuckled. “not gonna make me miss you too much again?”

you bit your lower lip gently, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “you missed me?”

“i think both me and hyunjin did,” he said, shifting a little. “but i definitely missed you more than he did.”

you giggled quietly, nuzzling your head against his chest. “does everything have to be a competition between you both?”

jisung hummed. no, but they liked it that way. and he reckoned hyunjin would want to do something akin to this to you if he knew that this private encounter happened. a short laugh escaped his lips then as he held you against his chest.

he’d like to see hyunjin try.

[vxlkyrie]

through my lens

pairing: spencer reid x reader

genre: fluff (god so much fluff), friends to lovers!au

warning: mentions of alcohol, cursing

word count: 4.8k

summary: spencer comes up with the best birthday gift a girl could ask for – along with the best confession

a/n: hey y’all, it’s been a hot minute. i apologize for going m.i.a. for a bit and only reblogging fics and gifsets. i’ve been trying to give myself a little break from writing after finishing my classes for the semester, and then i found myself having writer’s block. but now i’ve found the motivation to write again! i’ve gotten into criminal minds during this quarantine, and became whipped for reid. so why not start writing for him? hopefully i can write more for him. and with that said, i hope you guys enjoy this fluff-filled oneshot!

everyone in the bau had their hobbies. spencer loves to read, penelope knits, hotch golfs on weekends – just to name a few. 

when you weren’t creating profiles and catching unsubs, you were roaming around d.c. taking photos of literally everything. a rose bush, your lunch at the cafe down the street from your apartment, the beautiful cotton candy sunset. you were seen always taking a picture, whether it was with a dslr, a polaroid, or simply your phone. you also took pictures of the bau team whenever you all decide to hang out. 

a night at the club? pictures of emily, jj, and penelope drunk off their asses while grinding on each other. 

dinner after successfully closing a case? pictures of derek and spencer having a mini food fight and hotch trying to stop them. 

christmas sleepover at rossi’s mansion? pictures of rossi cooking and the ladies making cookies. 

jj’s wedding? pictures of the blushing bride and groom and everyone slow dancing with each other (until derek pulled your camera out of your hand and forced you to dance with everyone). 

let’s just say you have a wall filled with polaroids of your second family.

photography has been a passion of yours for the longest time. although, when you first started in the bau, you felt like a burden you stated taking pictures of the team in their happiest moments. but over the years, everyone assured you that it was fine and even encouraged you to continue, which made your heart flutter. 

but what made your heart flutter even more is when a certain doctor asks you for tips on how to get into photography.

“hey y/n!” a male voice greeted you while you were working on paperwork. you snapped your head up to see spencer giving you a small smile as he leaned on your desk.

you became close with the doctor shortly after you joined the unit. probably because you two were around the same age, but also probably because of the similar interests you two had. 

he would come over to your apartment frequently for movie nights and whenever he just wanted to unwind after a case and didn’t feel like going back to his place. 

the first time he slept over, you had to apologize for the lack of literature books on your shelves that were filled with scrapbooks instead. he told you it was no problem and found himself getting lost in one of your scrapbooks.

“no way! is that y/n in high school?” he practically squealed.

“what?!” your eyes widened as you ran towards spencer and attempted to get the embarrassing scrapbook out of his hand, only for him to lift it high into the air and out of your reach.

“why didn’t you tell me you wore glasses? you looked so cute!” he laughed as he looked up at the scrapbook that he held above his head.

“i looked horrible! give it back!” you whined.

“only if you can reach it.” he smirked.

“fuck you. you just had to be 6′1.” you pouted as the doctor continued to go through the rest of your scrapbooks (he especially enjoyed going through the scrapbook that was filled with pictures of the team).

and even though you complained the entire time he went through your collection, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as your feelings for spencer grew.

“what’s up, doc?” you beamed back.

“nothing much. i just wanted to ask you something.” he said as he fumbled with his hands.

“yeah, what is it?” you asked politely.

“i-i want to learn more about photography, and i was hoping you could help me?” he answered softly as a tint of pink spread across his cheeks

god help me, he’s so cute.

“yeah of course!” you chuckled. spencer’s eyes lit up with joy as he smiled wider. “what do you need help with?”

“well, the basics, and what kind of camera to use. although, i’ve heard digital cameras have been getting more expensive these days. maybe it’s because more people are getting into photography. i’ve seen a lot of websites that garcia showed me where people are starting photography businesses and i- i’m rambling again, aren’t i?” spencer scratched the back of his neck. 

you weren’t one to cut spencer off while he’s talking. mostly because he looked so attractive while doing it, and it still baffles you how that’s possible.

“it’s fine spence,” you softly smile at him, which caused his heart to speed up a little. “and honestly, using your phone is a great start into learning basic photography.”

“really?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“yeah, give me your phone,” you asked, holding out your hand. he pulled it out and handed it to you. “i know you’re like a technophobe, but this little guy is pretty useful, especially when it comes to photography.” you explained as you opened the camera app, showing him the different features on it. “now here’s a grid. ever heard of rule of thirds?”

spencer shooked his head, which surprised you.

“oh really? well basically...” you started to speak.

spencer started zoning out. he already knew what the rule was, but he just wanted an excuse to stare at you.

the resident genius has been in love with you ever since you joined the unit. and his feelings grew even more after finding out you both have a love for halloween and science fiction. but of course, he never acted on it. the poor boy was already shy enough, and after being rejected several times, he especially doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with you.

oh y/n, if only you knew...

“so overall, it’s a great way to line up your photos,” you finished explaining, turning your head to see spencer spacing out. “you okay spencer?” you waved a hand over his face.

“w-what? oh yeah, i’m fine. rule of thirds is my best friend when taking pictures. got it.” he blinked, making you chuckle.

“hey pretty boy, we’re being summoned by garcia.” a deep voice said as a hand slapped over spencer’s shoulder.

“hi derek!” you smiled.

“hey sugar,” he winked. “come on reid, let’s go.” derek turned to spencer. spencer nodded at the older man and started to walk.

“thanks again y/n!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“of course! if you need anything, just let me know!” you yelled back as you continued working on your paperwork.

“anything?” derek whispered, teasing spencer as they made their way to penelope’s office.

“stop. she was just teaching me some stuff about photography.”

“you are such a sucker for her. just tell her you like her already. we all know you both are in love with each other.” derek rolled his eyes.

“she’s not in love with me.”

“you have an iq of 187 and for what? you don’t have to be a genius to know that she feels the same way.” derek said as he opened the door.

-

“ah my lovelies are here!” penelope said as she hugged derek and spencer.

“what’s up baby girl?” the formal asked.

“i’ve already told emily, jj, hotch, and rossi this, but i am planning a surprise birthday party for y/n at rossi’s place!” she clapped joyfully.

“isn’t her birthday like a month away?” spencer raised an eyebrow.

“i don’t even think she remembers that her birthday’s coming up soon.” derek added.

“which makes this even easier,” penelope smiled. “the week of her birthday, we will be going over to rossi’s house after work and we will help decorate. the night of the party, spencer, you will be driving her to rossi’s. just say that we’re all meeting up to go to a club or something.” she quickly said.

“i guess that’s possible.” the younger boy slowly nodded.

“are you sure she isn’t gonna be suspicious that reid’s willing to go to a club?” derek asked.

“hey!”

“he’s a genius, he’ll come up with some excuse,” penelope said. “okay great. let’s go team! now get out please.”

spencer slowly walked down the hall that lead back to the bullpen.

what am i gonna get her this year? i already got her the whole star wars saga collection. this gift has to be more sentimental. 

he bit his lip in deep thought.

then suddenly, a light bulb flickered on above his head.

that’s it!

-

a month passes by quickly when you're working on cases mostly every day. 

there were a few times where you would have the day off or at least the night off after a long day at work. you spent those times with the bau, whether it was having a night in with the girls, checking out the costume stores with spencer (who cares if it’s nowhere near october?), or even a spontaneous night out at the karaoke bar.

the rest of the team have managed to sneak around during the week of your birthday, gathering party decorations and gifts, making sure everything is set up correctly before the big day.

spencer worked very hard on his gift for you, adding the finishing touches as he stored it in a closet that was filled with the rest of the team’s gifts.

set up for y/n’s birthday party – check.

and in a blink of an eye, it was your birthday and the night of party. the team was flying back from a case that took several days, and you want nothing more than to knock out on your bed.

“the night is still young! let’s all go out!” emily exclaimed as you all gathered your belongings in the bullpen. derek nodded his head in agreement, catching on to emily’s little scheme.

“hell yeah, i’m in!” jj responded. “how about you, y/n?”

“i don’t know guys, i’m pretty tired.” you yawned.

“come on y/n, you have to come with us.” emily pouted.

“what’s happening?” penelope walked in.

“we’re gonna hit the clubs, you in?”

“definitely. spence, you coming?” penelope looked at him as if she had telepathically sent him a message. spencer widened his eyes.

“u-uh, yeah. i’m in.” he gave a small smile.

“look y/n, even reid’s coming! you love clubbing with us. it’s gonna be a great time!” jj said as she held your arms. you sighed.

“fine. i’ll meet you guys in like two hours, okay?”

the ladies cheered in victory.

“perfect! let’s pregame at rossi’s and then we’ll all go together.” emily said.

“great! spencer, do you mind driving me to my apartment?” you said as you turned towards him. he shook his head in response and you both headed towards the parking lot.

get y/n to come over to rossi’s – check.

-

after you got ready, spencer drove to rossi’s mansion as you sang to throwbacks.

he changed into a simple black dress shirt and jeans (and of course, his converse) while you wore a black off-the-shoulder mini dress and heels. your makeup was flawless as well as your curled hair.

spencer couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful in this moment, and can’t wait for the surprise he and the team had in store for you.

soon, you two were parked in rossi’s huge driveway.

“she’s here!” spencer texted penelope as soon as he put the car in park. he ran over to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

“what a gentleman! thank you, kind sir.” you smiled and reach out for spencer’s hand as he helped you out of your seat. you two walked to the front door to see rossi standing with a huge grin on his face.

“hey rossi!” you greeted while hugging him. he grabbed your hand and opened the door and slowly let you in, with spencer trailing not too far behind. “where is everyone?” you asked as he led you to the dark living room.

“surprise!” many voices shouted. your eyes widened as the lights turned on, only to see your closest friends and everyone from the bau and their families smiling at you. even the kids were there.

there were balloons that floated onto the ceiling. foil curtains that filled up rossi’s wall (he wasn’t a big fan of it, but he was willing to hang it up because it was all for you). tables filled with drinks, food, and gifts. and don’t forget the banner that hung across the threshold leading to the backyard that read ‘happy birthday y/n!’

you felt yourself tearing up.

“oh my god!” you patted around your eye area. “i love you all, but goddamnit you almost made me ruin my mascara!” you yelled jokingly, earning laughs from everyone (even hotch).

“happy birthday!” rossi said as he hugged you and kissed your cheeks. everyone gathered around you to hug you, take pictures with you, and say their happy birthday’s.

“happy birthday, sugar.” derek hugged you.

“i honestly forgot that it was today.” you laughed as he joined you.

even spencer gave you a bear hug and a kiss on the forehead, which made your face heat up.

“happy birthday y/n.” he smiled at you.

you were in euphoria as the party went on. you were dancing with your best friends and the bau ladies (and derek) as music blasted throughout the backyard. everyone was occupied, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves, even spencer, who was having a beer while conversing with hotch.

“so when are you gonna tell y/n you like her?” he asked spencer who was looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. spencer turned his head towards his boss.

“soon.” he smiled, sounding very determined.

“as much as i love seeing you guys dance your asses off, it’s time for the birthday girl to blow out her candles.” rossi announced.

everyone gathered around the table as you walked towards the table, seeing a beautifully decorated cake with lit candles placed in front of you. they all sang happy birthday (with hotch recording everything), making you smile from ear to ear while trying not to tear up again. soon, you blew out your candles, followed by cheers. rossi helped cut the cake and distributed it to everyone.

“as soon as everyone gets their slice, please go to the living room so y/n can open her gifts!” he shouted. everyone obeyed and started to walked back inside. spencer’s eyes widened.

shit. 

“you okay, kid?” derek asked, approaching spencer.

“uh, yeah?” he answered, clearing his throat as an attempt to try to hide his panicked expression.

“what’s got you nervous?”

“i-i didn’t know she was gonna open her gifts in front of everyone.” spencer practically whispered.

“why? what’d you get her?” derek smirked.

“i guess you’ll see.” spencer sighed.

-

everyone sat in the living room, facing you as you opened your gifts. every time you opened one, your heart melts even more.

when you opened rossi’s gift, you thought you were gonna pass out.

“rossi, i cannot take this!” you exclaimed as you held a box that contained a new camera. “this must’ve costed you a fortune!” you tried to give rossi the box, but he simply shook his head.

“you’re like a daughter to me, y/n. of course i had to spoil my child!” he said as everyone laughed around him.

“i can assure you buying that camera certainly did not put a dent in his bank account.” emily quipped. you thanked rossi with a hug and continued to open more gifts in your seat between spencer and emily.

you were curious when you lifted a slightly heavy bag from hotch. you gasped as soon as you looked inside to see a brand new laptop sitting inside.

“hotch, you shouldn’t have!”

“i know you recently broke your laptop, so i figured why not save you the trouble of getting one. you also deserve it after being such a great addition to the team.” he said, giving you a small smile as you hugged him.

emily bought you a ton of polaroid film and sd cards, as well as a bottle of wine – the key to a girl’s heart.

“these are exactly what i needed, thank you babe.” you kissed her cheek.

jj and will bought you a vinyl player along with a few vinyls from your favorite artists. they also added a few drawings of you that henry made that had ‘auntie y/n’ written on all of them.

“i am definitely putting these on my fridge.” you said as you lightly ruffled the little guy’s hair.

derek got you a pair of headphones (from the same brand as his) so you didn’t have to borrow his during the plane ride home.

“now we can both listen to our own music with our own headphones.” he teased, hugging you as you chuckled.

penelope’s gift had you screaming. you opened the box and moved the tissue paper to see a whole lingerie set laid out. spencer’s eyes widened as derek whistled, while hotch and rossi where trying not to laugh their asses off. jj immediately placed her hands over henry’s eyes.

“how did you get my size right?!”

“i have my ways.” she winked at you.

you had one more gift to open – spencer’s gift.

“you don’t have to open mine.” spencer whispered to you. you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“why not? i opened everyone’s.”

“it’s not as good as everyone else’s.”

“spence, it doesn’t matter how expensive a gift is. you could literally give me a fake plant and i will love it until the day that i die.” you smiled at him, causing his face to slightly heat up.

“well, prepare to be disappointed because i definitely did not get you a fake plant.” he said. you scoffed.

“come on spence, how bad could it be?” you said as you pulled out an object from the gift bag. you curiously looked at it.

is it a book?

“what is it?” you asked spencer.

“well, o-open it.” spencer shyly said.

you turn the cover to see a collage of pictures. it was a small scrapbook. you examined the pictures only to realize they were picture of you. you started blushing as you flipped through the pages and recalled where several of the pictures have been taken. you didn’t even realize spencer was taking pictures of you half of the time.

-

you were having a sleepover with the girls, drinking and crying over captain america. you heard a knock on the door.

“must be the pizza guy, i’ll get it!” you stood up. you opened the door to see spencer standing there.

“hey y/n! ready to watch the new season of doctor who?” he clenched his messenger bag in excitement as he entered your apartment, shocked to see his coworkers sitting on the couch while the tv played.

“that was tonight? oh spencer, i’m so sorry. i completely forgot.” you said, feeling guilty.

“oh, that’s fine. we can always watch doctor who another time.” he reassured.

“how about you join us spencer?” penelope chirped in.

“i don’t want to intrude on your sleepover.” spencer shook his hands in front of him.

“yeah, come join us! you’re already here, and i think you left some of your pajamas somewhere.” you raised your eyebrows at him with a pleading smile on your face.

how could he resist when you’re looking at him like that?

“fine.” he gave in as the girls cheered.

as soon as he knew it, he was listening in on the gossip as the girls did each other’s nails. you laughed as you smeared a green substance on your face.

“what’s that on your face y/n?” spencer asked, earning a few giggles from emily and jj.

“it’s a facial, spence. it’s good for your skin. you want to try it?” you asked as you held out the container towards him. he nodded. “you want me to put it on for you?” he nodded again.

spencer tried his hardest not to blush while your fingers brushed against his face. he could smell the faint scent of mint from the facial along with the lavender from your shampoo.

“okay, and we’re done. wait for half an hour and then wash it off.” you said as you both took a seat on your couch.

once you started paying attention to the movie, spencer stole glances in your direction, watching you react to the movie. he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snapped a picture of you (thank god his phone was on silent).

he smiled to himself one more time before putting his focus back onto the movie.

-

“spencer, what are we doing here? it’s july!” you said as you two entered the costume shop.

“it’s never too early to plan your halloween costume, y/n.” he laughed as you looked at the masks that hung from the wall. he busied himself, browsing through different costumes.

should i be frankenstein? maybe i should go for steampunk this year?

“check this out spence!” your muffled voice caught his attention. he looked to see you dancing around while wearing one of the masks. 

spencer laughed at you while you continued to dance in the middle of the aisle. he took out his phone and took a photo of you, not caring that your arms turned out blurry while you were flailing your arms around.

“that was fun,” you took off the masks. “anyways, what kind of costume are you going for this year?” you asked as your ran your fingers through your hair, trying to fix it.

spencer was too busy looking at you.

“spencer?” you said with confusion. “spence?”

he slightly shook his head.

fuck, she caught me staring.

“what? oh, i don’t know yet. how about you?” he asked back.

“hmmm, i’m not sure either. i might just play it safe and be a devil or something.” you said as you tried on headbands that had plastic horns glued onto them. you looked at the section next to the devil costumes and saw a bunch of angel costumes. you took one of the halos and placed it on spencer’s head, practically jumping to get it on him. “maybe you should be an angel this year.”

“you think so? why?” he asked, suddenly feeling shy.

“well, maybe cuz you are one?” you grinned.

spencer’s heart raced for hours afterwards.

-

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear emily! happy birthday to you!” the whole team sang as they raised their glasses to the girl of the hour. you couldn’t help but take pictures of everyone as they downed their drinks and hugged emily.

after the team found out it was the brunette’s birthday, you all collectively decided to spend the rest of the evening renting out a room at the karaoke bar to celebrate.

“thank you guys! i fucking love all of you!” emily yelled. you could tell she was tipsy. “now someone put something on, i want to get drunk and sing until my vocal chords explode!”

“well, actually, your vocal chords-” spencer started.

“shh, not right now spence. someone give me a microphone.” emily bit back. you patted your hand on spencer’s back.

after a few rounds of singing from everyone, you decided to do a number with the rest of the girls. you were in the zone, belting out notes you never thought you could do. but with a little bit of liquid courage, you channeled your inner whitney houston as you all sang ‘i wanna dance with somebody.’

hotch was recording (as always) as rossi and derek cheered you all on.

“let’s go baby girl!”

spencer was clapping along, watching you have the time of your life. he had the biggest smile on his face as he took pictures of you singing. he knew that he had it bad for you once you started dancing. but when he didn’t see coming was when you placed your hand on his and pulled him up to his feet.

“dance with me spencer!” you giggled as you whipped your head side to side. you definitely had too much to drink.

“come on pretty boy!” derek hollered. spencer started to pick up the rhythm and moved with you and the girls. the rest of the guys soon joined in and started dancing.

at times like this, spencer is grateful that he chose not to stay in.

-

as you flipped through the rest of the pages, you felt a few tears started to form in your eyes. you skimmed through the rest of the pictures. 

some of them were pictures of you sleeping. on the jet, on the couch in your pajamas during a movie marathon, on rossi’s bed in one of the guest rooms after having one too many glasses of wine.

some of them had spencer in it. once you taught him what selfies were, he took one with you every time the team flew out of state, or even if you two were just getting coffee before work.

there were some where you weren’t even paying attention and spencer was closer to the camera and made it look like he was squeezing your small head.

and there were even a few where you had your hand close to the camera. they were pictures of you when spencer would catch you off-guard. they weren’t the best pictures, but it felt right for him to print them out.

“spence, what are you doing?” you asked as you tried to push his phone away from your face.

“i’m just taking a picture of you!” he giggled.

“why? i look ugly!” you whined.

“no you don’t!” he blurted out as you playfully shoved his phone towards him as he continued taking pictures of you.

“sometimes, i really do hate you.” you joked, ignoring the fact that he said he doesn’t think you’re ugly.

you laughed at the pictures as your heart picked up its pace. aww’s were coming from everyone, making spencer blush an even deeper pink. you got to last page of the scrapbook. instead of seeing a page full of pictures, you saw a familiar handwriting that filled the page.

is this a letter?

“what does it say?” one of your friends asked.

you looked at spencer for permission to read it out loud. he hesitantly nodded. by the looks of it, everyone already knew why he made you a scrapbook, might as well go all the way.

you took a deep breath and started reading.

for the part-time photographer, full-time badass profiler:

dear y/n,

you have been a light in everyone’s life, especially mine. you brought happiness to a team during their darkest times, and you have always been there for me during mine. 

to the girl who is always seen taking pictures of everyone around her, you deserve to be photographed. 

through your lenses, i am one of the many people that fill up your scrapbooks and walls, but through my lens, you are the most beautiful person my camera has ever captured (and even then, these pictures don’t do you justice).

you are the kindest, brightest, and most breathtaking person i’ve ever met, and i am so lucky to have fallen in love with you.

happy birthday!

love, spencer.

you didn’t even notice the small pool of tears that sat over the letter. thank god the pages were protected. even penelope, emily, and jj were crying.

“oh, spencer.” you sighed as you pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug. he immediately hugged you back, placing his face in the crook of your neck. you pulled away to look at him.

“did you like it?” he whispered as he wiped away the stray tears on your face.

you smiled at him and leaned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. he smiled as he kissed you back. loud cheers and applauds can be heard from around the room, but the only things you can hear are yours and spencer’s beating hearts.

“my man!” derek yelled. everyone pulled out their phones to capture this sweet moment.

you both pulled away from each other, not being able to wipe the stupid smiles off your faces.

“i’m guessing you liked it.” spencer quipped, making you laugh.

“i love it. and i love you too.” you grinned. 

spencer pulled you in for another kiss, until you hear several clicks. you turned to see everyone with their phones pointed at you two. you hid your face in his neck in embarrassment, spencer laughing as he held you.

“this is definitely going in the scrapbook.” he chuckled.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Fight Or Flight

Summary: Life as a side with only a single function is pretty hard, as Flight knows all too well.  It’s even harder when you have to defend the idiot known as Justice from a side who wants to kill them both, and Justice is not making that easy.

Flight couldn’t name many things that scared him more than Avarice, which was impressive, because he was scared of a lot of things.

Carrots came to mind.  And the dark.  And getting hurt or hunted.  The list of fears Flight had built up was extensive.  But to be real, most things on the list were probably more irrational than not.  Avarice, on the other hand…

He had a genuine reason to be terrified of the side.  He’d originally been “Fit” and had been around since Thomas had been throwing them as a toddler.  He’d consisted only of Thomas’ fighting instinct back then.  Until one day, or so Flight had been told by the other single-function sides who’d been around long enough, when Thomas was two, he’d been throwing a fit because he wanted more dessert, and just like that, Fit had absorbed Greed.

Absorbing Greed as the first realization that such a thing could be done was generally not great for the other single-function sides, because suddenly Avarice had been finding ways to absorb apathy, despair, envy, self righteousness.

Flight had shown up after all of this happened, but he had the advantage of being Thomas’ fear.  And so he learned how to run and hide.  That kept him alive long enough to watch many other single-function sides cease to exist.

There were, of course, more sides with multiple functions then just Avarice.  The Duke and Deceit came to mind.  The Duke was made by the core Creativity, after he seemed to absorb everything around him too and realized he had too much to deal with alone (the difference being that Creativity didn’t murder anybody).  The Duke had some of Creativity too, along with intrusive thoughts and some of Thomas’ impulsiveness.  And Deceit had, well, deceit obviously, but also self preservation and selfishness and quite a bit of Thomas’ self love.  Him being Deceit gave him the ability to shut down other sides, which was something Avarice desperately wanted to get his hands on, but anytime he tried he was met with the guard dog that was The Duke.  Flight would admit, Deceit was smart to align himself with a fighter.

So Flight found his own way of doing the same.

Being The Duke’s plaything wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, but it meant The Duke liked scaring him enough to keep him alive, and made Avarice that much warier of absorbing him.

But mostly, he just knew how to run fast enough and hide well enough that he was never in the wrong place at the wrong time.  He stayed alive to watch other single-function sides dwindle down until the only ones left were him and Justice.  And Flight would honestly rather have the last side left with him be anyone else.

“It’s not fair,” Justice snapped, glaring out from their hiding spot behind the television cabinet.

“Yes, I understand that,” Flight hissed back.  “And it’s going to be even less fair if you don’t stop.”

“But why should we have to hide all the time just because Avarice wants everything for himself?”

“Because otherwise we’ll be part of the everything that he takes,” Flight said, glaring.  “How have you survived so long if you’re this bad at it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean shut up,” Flight said, grabbing Justice and shoving his hand over his mouth.  He held Justice tightly for long enough that Avarice’s voice started to be heard, and then whatever minuscule amount of self preservation the idiot known as Justice had seemed to kick in and he kept quiet and stopped moving.

They both listened as quietly as they could as Avarice walked through the room.  He didn’t seem to have any kind of a goal that involved murder if the casual tone of his voice while talking to Malice was anything to go by.  But if he knew they were there that would change.

After a long moment of fear and breath-holding, Avarice headed out of the room, and Flight listened to his footsteps fade before grabbing Justice and pulling him towards their original destination of the kitchen.

“Alright, grab what you think won’t be missed,” Flight said, grabbing a couple of fruits from the fruit bowl as Justice went to the pantry on the other side of the kitchen.

Flight didn’t really focus on what he was grabbing beyond the basic, “Is it food?” meaning they ended up back in his room later with handfuls of who-knows-what.  They set down what they’d managed to get on his bed, and Flight spotted three apples, a couple of bags of trail mix, and a handful of mini marshmallows.

“We can split the marshmallows,” Justice said.  “Or one of us could take a couple more and the other could have two of the apples.”

“Give me the apples,” Flight said, because that would be more filling, and he snatched up two while Justice split up the marshmallows and set a bag of trail mix by each of them.

Flight shoved the marshmallows into his mouth the second Justice handed them to him, and started on the apples next, shoving the trail mix in his hoodie pocket to eat for dinner later.  Justice started to eat everything, which meant he was probably thinking he’d go back later because he deserved enough food to not still be hungry.  Fucking idiot.

Flight leaned back on his bed and tried to breathe easy for the first time all day.  His room was safe in that it was much harder for sides to get in it without his permission, something he obviously didn’t hand out to everyone.

There were only two exceptions as to sides who could enter his room at any time.  The first was Deceit, because he had access to the entire mindscape and could do whatever the hell he wanted.  And the second was Justice, because despite what an idiot he was, he was the last other single-function side left, and they needed to stick together.  If Justice was in trouble and Flight’s room was closer, he had permission to head there instead of his own, and vice versa.

Flight turned towards Justice, who’d just opened the bag of trail mix.  “That’s not a good idea,” he said.

Justice glanced over at him.  “I’m still hungry.”

“You’re not going to make it if you try to go into the kitchen around dinnertime.  Especially not by yourself, and I’m definitely not helping you.”

Justice scowled.  “It’s not fair that we have to dig for scraps.  We should be able to eat three meals a day just like the multi-function sides.”

“For fuck’s sake, Justice, I don’t care how fair it is,” Flight said.  “If you eat that now and try to go back for more later, it will not end well for you.”

Justice glared at him and started shaking the trail mix bag into his mouth.  Flight gave a harsh sigh and leaned back against the wall behind his bed.  “Sure, whatever,” he grumbled.  “Your funeral.”

Justice finished eating the rest of the trail mix, and then wandered over to the other side of the room as Flight watched from his bed.  “Flight, when are you going to start doing things?” Justice asked, turning around to look at Flight from over by his barren desk.  “This place is so empty.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Flight asked.  “I’m not Creativity.”

“No, but you could at least decorate,” he said.  “I hung up all of Thomas’ favorite superheroes in my room.  And some quotes about justice as an idea, and—”

“Hey, Justice?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Justice huffed and crossed his arms.  “Come on, this room doesn’t feel like a space for you!  Do something with it!”

“This room is the reason I’m not murdered in my sleep,” Flight said.  “It’s doing something for me.”

Justice spun his desk chair around and sat backwards in it.  “Do you even know what you like to do?”

“I like to be not dead.”

“Other than that.”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m pretty fond of that one.  It’s up there on my list of things that I like.”

Justice sighed and leaned over the back of the chair until his arms almost reached the floor.  “You deserve to start living.”

“I am living.  That’s the whole point.”

“No, you’re surviving.  There’s a difference.”

“Oh, damn, you’re right.  I’ll tell you what, I’ll stop caring about my general safety like you, and then we can both get killed that much faster.  Sound good?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” Flight snapped.  “But I also know that my being scared keeps us both alive, so I’m not too thrilled about the idea of what’ll happen if I stop, okay?”

Justice sighed.  “That’s not fair to you,” he mumbled.

“Thank you for your acknowledgement that my life sucks.  It means so much.  I’ll remember you fondly when you get yourself killed for being a moron.  Or are you immune to death because it’s not fair?”

Justice didn’t look amused by that one.  Flight leaned back against the wall again and shut his eyes, trying once again to relax while he could.  He didn’t want to work himself into a panic attack again.  He might be staying in his room the rest of the day, but they were still exhausting, and not very fun.

Then again, he supposed if he was going to have one, it might as well be now, while he could be safe and gain his energy back before he had to run out to get food again.

Before Flight could decide whether or not to let himself have a panic attack should it happen, a loud crash came from the other side of his door and made the decision for him.

Flight let himself hope for a second that it was just The Duke coming to scare him again, but then a horribly familiar voice yelled out “Flight!”

Flight tried his hardest not to scream and pulled his hood over his head as Justice jerked upright on the other side of the room.

“Let me in!” Avarice screamed.

Flight didn’t say anything.  He shook his head at Justice, who had opened his mouth across the room.  Justice shut his mouth, of course.  He was an idiot, but he wouldn’t go against Flight while in his room.  Flight could kick him out for that.  And if Justice put them both in danger while Avarice was right outside, he would.

“I know you’re in there!” Avarice screamed, except he didn’t, he didn’t, there was no way for him to tell.  Flight ducked his head down and took deep breaths.  Justice made his way silently across the room and wrapped his arms around Flight as he was starting to shake.

Finally, Avarice screamed in frustration and banged one more time on the door.  Flight held back a whimper.

“Where the hell are they?” Avarice snapped, clearly to himself at this point.  Flight shoved his hand over Justice’s mouth, who glared down at him but still didn’t say anything when he noticed the panic in Flight’s eyes.  “Where are you, you little fuckers? We have business!”

With that, Avarice stormed away, and Flight waited a couple more seconds before pulling his hand down from Justice’s mouth, who didn’t look very happy.

“We were perfectly safe in here!” he exclaimed.  “You could have said something back, we would have been fine!”

“Are you fucking nuts?” Flight asked.  “You want to piss him off even more?”

“Flight, if we actually worked together, we might have a shot!  None of the other single-function sides ever worked together before!  We’re the only two, we might end up being able to do something if we stop hiding like cowards!”

“Or we could end up dead,” Flight said.  “I thought we went over this!”

Justice scowled and crossed his arms.  “So you’re not going to help because you’re too scared?”

Flight stared at him.  “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?  Or did you forget the fact that I’m Thomas’ instinct to fucking run when he sees danger?”

“We can’t just keep running forever!”

“Says who?”

“Me!” Justice exclaimed.  “It’s not—”

“Fair, yes, I know, none of it’s fucking fair, I get it,” Flight snapped.  “You know something?  Fair is the stupidest word in the goddamn dictionary.  Let’s see if you can still lecture me about things being fair when you end up dead fighting for it!”

“At least I’d go out fighting for something,” Justice snapped back.  “You’ve never stuck your neck out for anything in your life!”

Flight looked at him through narrowed eyes.  “I stuck my neck out for you,” he said.  “You think I’m safer with you around?  You’re constantly putting me in danger.”

“Yes, and the fact that I’m the only one here who treats you with anything even approaching respect has nothing to do with it,” Justice spat.  “The fact that I’m the only friend you’ve got doesn’t have anything to do with why you keep me around.  You’re telling me if I was in danger you wouldn’t fight for me?”

Flight threw his hands up in the air.  “No,” he said.  “Of course not!”

Justice jerked back in surprise, and stared at him for a moment longer.  Flight didn’t stop glaring.

Justice blinked at him.  “…Really?” he said, and suddenly his voice was quiet.

“I’m not going to get myself killed for you,” Flight hissed.  “I’ll help you if I can, but I can’t pull your dead weight all the time.”

Justice took a step backwards.  “But I… I thought we were friends,” he said softly.

“Friends are a stupid risk that only powerful sides can take,” Flight said.  “And I can’t be friends with someone like you.  You’re an idiot.  If I care about you too much you’ll get me killed.  I keep you around because you give me access to your room when I need it.”

Justice stared at him for another moment, looking more hurt than Flight had ever seen him before.  Flight almost took the words back, twice.  But after another moment, Justice’s gaze hardened.

“Fine,” he said.  He started towards Flight’s door.  “Then you don’t have to bother lugging around my dead weight anymore.  I can take care of myself.”

“What?” Flight grabbed his arm before he left.  “No, Justice, you can’t.  You don’t know how to survive.”

“And why should you care?” Justice said, glaring at him.  “I only ever almost get you killed, after all.”  And before Flight could say anything else, he turned and stormed out of Flight’s room, not even bothering to cower.

…Okay.  That was fine.  He’d be fine.  His room wasn’t terribly far from here, and Avarice had been here recently enough that even Justice knew to get to safety as quickly as possible.  He’d be over it tomorrow, and then they could both go get food from the kitchen tomorrow like they always did.  Flight didn’t need to worry about it.

He shut his door, moved over and sat on his bed.  He would worry anyway, of course.

That was his job.

But regardless, a few hours passed with no sounds in the mindscape beyond what was normal.  Flight managed to relax after a couple minutes passed and no sounds of screaming from Justice came.  So he was fine.  And Flight could apologize tomorrow, and almost mean it.  Everything would be fine.  Everything would be fine.  Everything would be fine.

“Everything will be fine,” Flight whispered, trying to calm his breathing.  He really couldn’t afford to have a panic attack now, it was only dinnertime, and he had to stay up a couple more hours until he heard Avarice go to sleep.  If he fell asleep while Avarice was still awake, he’d have nightmares.

…That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t have nightmares anyway, but if he fell asleep while Avarice was still awake, they’d be much more likely to be nightmares about dying by his hands.

So Flight leaned back against his wall, pulled his legs up to his chest, and spent several hours trying to steady his breathing.

That being a possibility was thrown completely out the window when the screaming started.

Flight leapt up from his bed on instinct when he heard it, and a second after that he recognized it.  Justice.

Flight ran over to his door and put his hand on the handle.  He took a breath and opened it.  He needed to see what was going on.  He might be able to get Justice out and back to his room without anything else going wrong.

He followed the screaming through the living room and towards the kitchen, which was when he started to get a horrible idea he knew what had happened.  Sure enough, when he looked around the corner and into the kitchen, Avarice had Justice backed up against the cabinets.  The Duke was sitting on a nearby counter, seeming totally uninterested in what was going on and instead reading through a magazine covered with scantily clad men.

“Shut up, you little pest,” Avarice snapped, shoving a hand over Justice’s mouth.  Justice was bleeding from his eye, which he was covering with his hand.

Justice shifted enough to dislodge the hand.  “Let me go,” he snapped.

The Duke looked up curiously, and Flight ducked down further.  Please don’t let The Duke notice him.  If he noticed him he’d chase him away.

The movement caught Justice’s attention, and their eyes met, Justice’s widening slightly.  The next second they turned pleading, and Flight recognized it for the begging for help that it was.

His hands started to shake.  He couldn’t go out there.  He couldn’t.  Justice was on his own.  He couldn’t overpower Avarice, he was Avarice.

“Like hell,” Avarice snapped, leaning over Justice further.  “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get my hands on you?”

The Duke sighed, sounding very done with this whole situation.  “Avarice, come on, let him go,” he said, and Flight’s spirits raised suddenly.  “You can’t keep killing all of the single function sides.  Dee-Dee doesn’t like it.”

“There’s only two more,” Avarice said, and Flight was a little taken aback by how different he sounded.  Almost like he… respected The Duke.  Or at least that he had to pretend that he did.  “Hardly worth keeping them around at this point.  Besides, who around here actually likes this one anyway?”

“Hmm,” The Duke mused, looking back at his magazine.  “He is very annoying.”

Flight looked back at Justice, dread welling up.  No, no, no.

Avarice grinned, and Flight saw him start the all too familiar process of absorbing his function.  And a side without a function had no reason to exist.

“Help me!” Justice screamed.  “Someone, please!”

He’s not calling me out, Flight realized.  He was trying to keep him safe.  Flight was going to stand here and watch the only person who’d ever shown him any kindness be killed by the side who made his life a living hell.

That… that wasn’t fair.

“H-hey!” Flight snapped, standing up.  All three of the other side’s gazes flew to him.  “Leave him alone!”

Flight kept his gaze firmly on Avarice, though he could have sworn he saw The Duke looking curiously at him from the corner of his eye.

Avarice started cackling, and Flight almost bolted right then and there.  “Oh, this is priceless,” Avarice said, turning while still keeping a firm grip on Justice.  “Does the mindscape’s resident coward want to stand up for his friend?”

“Y-you—” Flight clenched his shaking hands into fists.  “Let— let him go.”

Avarice smirked at him, then turned back to Justice and absorbed the rest of his function before Flight could blink.

“No!” he cried, at the same moment The Duke of all sides said “Hey,” sounding more than a little ticked.

Avarice turned and shoved Justice towards Flight, then leaned casually back against the counter.  “All yours,” he said.

Flight leapt forward and caught him, then turned the side over in his arms.  Justice didn’t look in pain anymore, but he didn’t look much of anything else either.  He was already starting to fade.  He looked up at Flight, and Flight wanted to kill someone for how terrified he looked.  But for some reason, he also looked proud.

“Hey,” Justice said, and he smiled weakly.  “I knew you had it in you.”

“No,” Flight said.  “No, you are not dying on me.  You’re not, you hear me?  You—” Flight squeezed his eyes shut.  “You stay here.  Hang on.”

“What are you—”

Flight set Justice against the counter and stood, turning to face Avarice.  His hands were still shaking in terror, but that was nothing compared to the rage suddenly building up in his chest.  “What. The hell. Was that?” he growled, taking a step closer to Avarice.

Avarice smirked in amusement.  “Oh, sweetheart.  Why don’t you save yourself the embarrassment and run off with your tail between your legs?  I’ll leave you alone for now, you can live another day.”

“No,” Flight growled.  “You listen here, you piece of shit.  I have watched you kill off half the mindscape.  And I’m not going to let you do the same to the one good part of it.  Give me him back.”

Avarice laughed.  “Oh, sure, I’ll just—”

Flight stormed forward and put his hand on Avarice’s chest, and without really knowing what he was doing, reached inside and pulled.  “I said.”  Something was coming out of Avarice’s chest, and his eyes widened.  “Give me him back.”

Flight pulled, and yes, there was a glowing ball of light that represented Justice’s role, and… something else too?  He yelped in surprise as the something else, something dark and angry and fierce, crossed the empty space and flew right inside him, nestling inside his chest right next to where his core function was.

But he didn’t have time to focus on that right now.  Instead he turned back to Justice, who was staring at him and had almost faded away, and knelt down in front of him, holding the function up to his chest.  The small ball of light he was holding fazed into what was left of Justice, and he stopped fading.

Flight let out a breath of relief and pulled Justice up into his arms.  “Are you okay?”

“I… yeah,” Justice gasped.  “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Flight turned to glare back at Avarice, who was gaping at him.  Over on the other counter, The Duke was staring at him too.

“You… you took it,” The Duke said.

Flight looked down at his own chest, that was starting to glow, some sort of odd mix of black and purple.  After another second, his chest stopped glowing and the roles settled, and somehow he instinctively knew what they were.

“Fight or Flight,” he said softly, looking back at Justice.  The Duke hopped down from the counter, and Flight— or no, that wouldn’t work anymore, would it?  He’d have to come up with something else— looked back over as he crossed the room.

“Cool,” The Duke said, starting to grin.

“Hey, wait a second,” Avarice said, starting to march across the room again.  “That was my original function.  You can’t just—”

Flight whirled on him and marched closer, shoving Avarice back into the wall.  “Yeah?  Cause I just fucking did.  And if you ever touch him again, I’ll take more, do you understand?”

Avarice, for once, looked scared.  Flight decided he liked that.

“Hey,” The Duke said, and he turned again.  “What’s your name?”

“Uh…” Flight looked down at his chest.  He looked back up at The Duke.  He thought for a minute.

“Anxiety,” he said.

The Duke started grinning.  “Anxiety,” he said.  “Well, Anxiety, that was fucking badass.  I didn’t know I was messing with someone who had so much guts.  Do you two want to come meet Dee?”

Anxiety blinked in surprise.  “Deceit?” he asked.

“Yeah,” The Duke said, grinning over at him.  “I think we could seriously use someone like you around.  And I uh, imagine where you go he goes,” he said, grinning back down at Justice.

Anxiety nodded firmly.

“Cool,” The Duke said.  “Well, let’s get going then.”  He headed off like that decided that.  Anxiety looked down and quickly grabbed Justice’s arm.  He had no idea how long this offer was going to last.  He pulled Justice up and started dragging them both after The Duke.

They caught up when The Duke was knocking on Deceit’s door, which Deceit looked surprised to see when he opened it.  “You’re knocking?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, these two can’t appear in your room without permission,” The Duke said, gesturing back at them.  “And you’re gonna wanna know what Anxiety here just did for… oh, uh, sorry what’s your name?” The Duke asked, glancing at Justice.

Anxiety shared a glance with Justice, and they both seemed to realize simultaneously that they’d get laughed out of the room if they introduced a side named “Justice” to The Duke and Deceit.  Justice nodded, small enough that it would be imperceptible to anyone else, giving Anxiety permission.  Anxiety did the same back.

“Wrath,” Anxiety said, turning to face the other two.  “This is Wrath.”

“Ooh, nice,” The Duke said, grinning wider.  “Anyway, you’re gonna wanna hear what just went down.  I think it’s time to add some new members to our crew, Dee-Dee!”

Deceit raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Just here ‘em out!”

Deceit shrugged.  “Alright, come on in,” he said, looking back towards Anxiety and Wrath, and then headed back into his room.  The Duke followed him, and Anxiety shared one last glance with Wrath, who shrugged.

Anxiety took a deep breath, and they both headed into the room of the head of the subconscious, preparing themselves for whatever was going to happen next.

Part 2

[stardustskz]

It Just Is

pairings: seungmin x reader

word count: 4.8k

warnings: mentions of anxiety, language, description loaded (i think?)

genre: fluff (?), angst

description: Han Jisung begged you to drive him to somewhere and you didn’t expect to see familiar faces that caused some of your ‘forbidden’ memories to resurface.

note: i don’t really know what this is but, it’ll be a waste to let it sit in my drafts forever. also, this may or may not have a second part

There are missing items in your life that you have longed to look for. The ocean blue cardigan that you used to wear frequently during seventh grade, which you don’t quite remember if you have misplaced it around the house or your mom already donated it somewhere else. That one decorative pen that you loved to use for your writings whether you take notes during class or cram your Petrarchan sonnet that is due the next day. The Minnie mouse keyring that your grade school best friend gave you as a present when their family visited Singapore that you valued a lot until one day it wasn’t hanging by the zipper of your backpack anymore. These things that you lost in a fraction of time without even knowing that they’ll be gone from your sight for the entirety of your life, they once became your comfort. The warmth of your cardigan whenever you’re cold from the harsh morning breeze on your way to your school. The grasp of that certain pen when you scribble your notes in a hurry before the teacher moves to the next slide of her presentation. The familiarity of seeing that pink dotted ribbon hanging on your backpack, indicating that it’s yours. They all have been a fabric of your being, a part of you. Well, that is until you lose them.

You scanned through the piles of paper on your desk, trying to find your sharpener to finally finish the title block of your plate. You mumbled a few series of curses as you glanced at the clock. It was already 9:51 in the evening and this plate that you’re currently doing is due at midnight. Screw your stupid alarm clock for not waking you up when you swore that you have set it at 1:00pm. You hurriedly sharpened your pencil a second after you found it underneath your history book as you heard an obnoxious knock from the door. You chose to ignore it and moments after, you hear it open following your brother’s annoying voice,

“Y/n!! Your plate looks wonderful!” 

“What do you want, Jisung?” you groaned in annoyance as you already know that certain tone of his.

“Help me get to Hyunjin’s tonight” Jisung answered which made you turn around from your drafting to face him.

“It’s the third party this week, don’t you have any other stuff to do?” you asked him with a hint of concern, but your tone failed you as it sounded like your usual nagging.

“Well, first of all, we’re of the same age, you don’t have to scold me,” you glared at him for his a-matter-of-fact answer.

“Second, I’m not an architecture student like you.” He then stuck his tongue out in an attempt to annoy you even more. 

“Well first of all, Han Jisung, that was so fucking mature of you,” you retorted mocking his dramatic voice and turning your head again to your desk before continuing,

“Second, I won’t help you–” 

“Yeah? Then I’ll tell mom that you haven’t been doing the dishes for two nights now.” And that made you turn your gaze again to your brother who grinned as he successfully caught your attention, again.

“Screw you, we had a deal.” You told him as you faced your plate again, Han fucking Jisung can wait.

“Wait until I finish my plate then I’ll drive you there.” You heard Jisung celebrate in joy as he lied flat on your bed, patiently waiting for you to finish.

You see, even though you are twins and you practically share the same birthday, you grew up owning the title of being born a minute earlier than Jisung. This resulted in your parents seeing you as the more responsible one than your twin. It added up to the fact that you and Jisung are polar opposites when it came to your personalities. Let’s just say that he’s the more outgoing one and you’re more of the type to lock yourself up in your room all day. 

“Is it a huge party?” you asked Jisung from the passenger seat of your mom’s beloved mini van that was now yours to drive around. 

“Not really, it’s just the inner circle this time” he said as you stopped for a red traffic light.

“I’ll just wait for you in the car then.” You answered him with a nod of understanding.

“No, that will be horrible y/n, why would you wait in the car? It’s cold.”

You looked at him meaningfully before turning your gaze at the road again as the traffic light already turned green. Jisung immediately got why you were stern on staying inside of the car instead of bonding with him and your circle of friends, well, some of them.

“What’s wrong with being with him in the same room? It’s not like you’ll be forced to talk to him.” He explained, his voice laced with concern and worry that you may be upset with him for having this conversation.

“I don’t know Jisung…” you mumbled as you turned to the right corner, finally entering the village where Hyunjin lives.

“You are good friends y/n” Jisung whispered, looking outside of the window as the car passed by the familiar set of houses that he remembers by heart.

“We were good friends, Jisung” you answered, already pulling up in front of Hwang's porch.

“Then what went wrong?”

What went wrong? That question rang in your head with the consistent wave of various emotions as you took notice of the person by the house’s entrance.

Ever since you were a kid, you’ve always had this poor memory skills. This is the reason why you often misplace your things that leads to losing them. However, there’s this one kid that helped you with that problem. 

It was during your fourth grade in middle school when you first met him. It was that one particular day that went totally wrong as you fought with your brother early in the morning  because he’s being an annoying little prick and woke you up yelling your name, which you hated a lot by the way, and your day got even more sour when your teacher passed the module of mathematical problems and you seem to have lost your pen, seeing to it that it wasn’t inside your mustard yellow pencil case. You know that you’re screwed specially when 15 minutes into answering the module, you still have no pen to write and solve with. Because first, it may sound miserable, but you have no friends and second, your pride stood still, refusing to talk to Jisung even when you clearly needed help.

The moment that your teacher left your classroom, a boy with a raven hair, chubby cheeks and a cute mole by his left chubbier cheek approached you,

“Hey, you can use my spare one.” He said. And who are you to refuse the kind offer? So, you accepted it and muttered a whisper of thank you before your teacher came back.

By the time that all of your classes were finished, you decided to return the pen to the said boy. You slowly approached him even before your brother had reached you, earning a confused look from Jisung.

“Uh, hey thank you for earlier and uh… here’s your pen.” Your nine-year-old introverted ass managed to say out loud.

“Oh y/n! You’re welcome!” to say that you were shocked was an understatement. How did he know your name when you don’t even talk to anyone in class besides your brother? And you also felt shy, and a bit guilty because you clearly don’t know his name.

“I’m sorry but, I don’t know your name.” you shyly said, head hanging low and fingers fidgeting with the straps of your backpack. But then you looked up when you heard soft giggles coming from the boy.

“It’s Seungmin! And no worries y/n,” nine-year-old Seungmin said.

“By the way, I’m coming by your place later to play video games with Jisung. You can join us if you’d like!”

And this was the start of it. You and Seungmin became inseparable. Maybe it’s because seungmin helped you by letting you borrow his pen and his kindness touched one of the strings inside your heart or maybe it was how cute his chubby cheeks are with the left one a bit larger than the right or maybe it was how he included you in every conversations when you were hanging out with them by your house’s living room just to play left4dead with your brother’s ps3. But you’ve grown to be the best of friends from then on. 

Every Saturday, you would alternately visit each other’s house studying your Sciences and Maths with the sides of playing video games and watching classic cartoons. Seungmin also helped with you misplacing things often. He suggested writing on a memo pad every single thing you wanted to remember later on, every day, but only those that are important. Seungmin is also quite observative with his surroundings. For he would always know that the pen you’re looking for is located between the locks of your hair which is tied in a bun and the scrunchie that you’re trying to find was inside your now amber pencil case that you love carrying around. You were so close that even both of your parents even tagged you as the ones who seem like twins than you and Jisung. 

Ever since you were a kid you’ve always had this poor memory skill and you still wonder until now the reason how and why you can’t forget everything about a certain Kim Seungmin when he seems to have forgotten every inch of your existence.

You heard a loud knock coming from the window of the passenger's seat which interrupted you from your short trip down to memory lane. You squint your eyes to recognize the person despite the dark and obsidian night clouding your vision. Recognizing it to be Hyunjin, you unlocked the car doors for him.

“Seungmin told me that he saw you here,” he started as he sat comfortably now by the passenger seat.

“and Jisung fell asleep in the middle of a movie” he continued. You sighed, expecting nothing much of your brother that shared the same trait as yours when it came to enduring long hours of sitting in front of a tv and just watching. 

“Can you help me bring him here?” You asked as you had an agreement with Jisung that you’ll both be home before sunrise. 

“Why don’t you stay the night y/n? I mean, not here. You can join us inside.” Hyunjin asked even though he already knew the answer.

“It’s my responsibility to bring him home, Hyunjin,” you said, immediately dismissing his suggestion.

“Besides, if mom and dad come home and we’re out of sight, then we’ll be dead as meat” Hyunjin scoffed at your reply making you question him in silence.

“Jisung already told me that your parents won’t be back for the next two days.” Oh. Well, shit.

“Come on, y/n, let’s get you inside. It’s cold out here.” All your hopes of going home with Jisung tonight was shattered as Hyunjin was already pulling you outside of your car, putting the sketchbook on your lap inside of your bag, which was lying in the backseat of your car, and dragging you towards their house.

“Y/n’s here!!” Hyunjin clearly made sure that everyone knew your presence inside the house. Your eyes immediately tried to find a sleeping figure of your brother by the cushion but he’s not there.

“Oh? y/n! I made your favorite snacks” and there he was, standing by the kitchen counter with a bowl of strawberries and melted chocolate in his hands. You glared at Hyunjin at this and the latter only apologetically looked at you and mouthed a ‘sorry’. Stuck in the situation, you only sighed as you took a seat in one of the couches as you heard how Hyunjin broke down to Jisung the details of how he managed to force your ass here. 

“Y/n! my little one!” a voice called out coming from the kitchen which you certainly recognize that belongs to Chan. He sat down beside you and immediately attacked you with one of his big and comfortable hugs. 

“I really missed you” he whispered in your ear before pulling away.

Felix announced that the movie is about to start which made everyone get back to their places. Jisung handed you your strawberries before he sat down with felix by the couch opposite to yours. You scanned your eyes to the people around you as you took notice of everyone in here. Chan who was now sitting by the carpet in front of the couch you were on. Changbin and Jeongin who were cuddled like babies by the longest couch, Felix, Hyunjin and Jisung who were now arguing in whispers of who will be able to cuddle Hyunjin’s Ryan plush. Minho, who just came back from the restroom and sat in front of Changbin and Jeongin. And—

Your thoughts were cut when a blanket was softly draped by your shoulders. You glanced behind you only to see the person you’re trying to avoid who was also looking at you,

“It’s… cold.” He said, deciding to turn away before you even return a ‘thank you’. You took the blanket in your hands and realized that it’s his own personal blanket. The one that he carried around whenever he would sleepover at your place before.

The movie ended and it was no surprise that both you and Jisung had already fallen asleep. Well, more than half of you are already in a deep slumber. The only ones awake are Chan, Minho and Seungmin.

"Are we gonna let them sleep like that or….?" Minho asked as Chan already started cleaning up the place from empty snacks and cups.

"I think the boys can manage to sleep in here, just bring more pillows and blankets," Chan answered, his figure disappearing towards the kitchen.

"Oh! and bring y/n upstairs to Hyunjin's room!" Chan declared.

Seungmin only watched as Chan and Minho did their thing, elbow propped to the armchair of the single seated sofa he's in and eyes boring directly to you, seeping. Just as when Minho was about to carry you to Hyunjin's room as Chan instructed, Seungmin sat up straight from his slouching position.

"I'll take her," he said,

"... uh, upstairs." Minho only looked at him before heaving a sigh and letting Seungmin do it.

Seungmin then approached you, taking notice of how his blanket draped over your sleeping figure. He sighed heavily before placing his arms beneath your neck and knees, carrying you in the comfort of his arms. You shifted in your sleep and snuggled closer to Seungmin's neck unconsciously due to his warmth being in close proximity to your naturally cold body.

“Be careful” Minho instructed as Seungmin started to head for the stairs. 

Seungmin successfully laid you down the bed and carefully tucked you in beneath the sheets, attempting to take his blanket from you. But you tugged on it and cuddled with it more in your unconscious state. Seungmin chuckled at how adorable you looked and decided to just let you have it. It also reminded him of that one precious memory with you.

"Seungmin, I'm really, really sorry. I thought that I placed it in here already." you said as you checked Seungmin’s duffle bag once more. You were so sure that you’ve included his blanket there, which he lent you the previous day. Your eyes started to water at the thought of misplacing Seungmin’s favorite blanket at the cabin, because you always lose things.

“Have you checked your bag?” Seungmin said as he opened your backpack that lies beside his. He scrambled through the pile of clothes inside and a minute later, he felt the familiar smoothness of the cotton of his blanket. He sighed in relief before bringing it out, showing it to you.

“Y/n, it’s in here” he chuckled as he held it in your vision. You let out a shaky breath before tears came running down from your eyes. All of the frustrations from earlier and the anxiety of losing something important to your best friend came crashing to you as your adrenaline finally settled down, resulting in letting it all out. Seungmin, with years of knowing that you have a shitty tolerance with how your lacrimal glands work, led you to the surface of the bed. Encircling his warm hands to your much colder ones as he rubs soothing circles at the back of it with his thumb. Just like what he always did whenever you needed someone’s comfort. One that you can’t just vocally ask someone of and one that only a certain Kim Seungmin can do. 

It was one of Seungmin’s favorite memories of you. It wasn’t because you cried, god no, Seungmin hates seeing you cry. It was the level of intimacy that your friendship with him has. You weren’t in your best shape, but he saw how you cared for him and not just him but also the things that he owns and the sentiments that they hold. How you value your relationship with him that even a stupid blanket of made you bawl your eyes out. It was how special and dear he is to you, not the expensive, crystal, gems that you both always laugh at whenever you go online shopping, but it’s special like how you always wore this long, beige, soft-cottoned cardigan of yours, the one where you don’t want to lose it so you’ll just use it in every kind of opportunity there is, to keep it in your sight. And believe it or not, Seungmin regrets every decision he made when everything that he had with you came to an end. Because it took him a year in college, and an ample amount of avoiding you, to realize that you were more than just a best friend.

You suddenly woke up from your sleep, feeling quenched for water. Then you remembered that you haven't had any drop of water after the sweets that you consumed earlier. You made your way towards the kitchen from Hyunjin's room, knowing the directions well, based on your last memories from this house. Reaching the kitchen counter, you spotted a familiar figure sitting by the table. But you chose to ignore him as you made your way to the fridge after grabbing a glass of water by one of the cabinets.

"Hey… y/n," you choked on your glass of water as you heard him suddenly speak. You wiped your lips before turning around to face him.

"Can we perhaps, uh… talk?" You took a sharp breath in as you totally did not expect him to initiate a conversation with you. 

Seungmin was beyond nervous. He can already hear his heart pounding in his chest as you slowly approached the table, taking your time to somehow process the questions in your head. You took the seat in front of him, the grazing of the chair's feet against the marble floor being the only sound that was heard in the dread of the night. You softly sighed before turning your gaze towards the boy's hazelnut orbs, which was a wrong decision as it reflected against the moonlight from the window behind you, effortlessly making you lost with how his eyes showcased faint sadness and longingness. 

It was during your last December as a senior high school, you guess it was when everything went wrong.

You were watching Seungmin's baseball game, excitedly screaming his name when your phone rang obnoxiously from your pocket. At first you ignored it, thinking it was just Felix trying to convince you to accompany him at the bake sale, even though he's fully aware that you're with Seungmin. But then your phone did not stop ringing and by the third time, you answered. It was Jisung's number, but the voice doesn't belong to him. It was a call from the hospital, telling you that you must come immediately for your brother was caught in an accident. They told you to don't panic but here you are, quickly getting off from the bleachers while texting Seungmin about your sudden disappearance.

You reached the hospital with your anxiety rising in every step that you take. The nurse instructed you to wait outside as your brother was undergoing an operation. You were frightened, of course. Your parents at that time were both out of town and you can't call your friends knowing that they're still in the middle of their classes, but you settled on sending them a message. Hours went by as you painstakingly waited for the doctor to come out of the operating room. Chan arrived first out of your friend group and that's when you broke down. Weeping and bawling your eyes out as he engulfed you with his warm arms. Your friends slowly piled up in the white hallways of the hospital, but your best friend was still nowhere in sight. The doctor finally came out and told you about your brother's condition. Apparently, Jisung was caught in a car accident, the driver of the car was over speeding, but his breaks don’t work. Jisung will now be transferred in a separate room and you just have to wait for him to wake up. 

“Where’s Seungmin?” Hyunjin pointed out as you all headed for the room Jisung was transferred to.

“His game wasn’t done yet when I received the call.” you said, a bit tired from crying due to the events of that day.

“But it’s been hours already. I’m sure his game wouldn’t last that long” Felix stated, clearly concerned because they all know how you and Seungmin treat each other and it was evident, by the way you search for the entrance of the hallway every now and then, that you’re looking for your best friend. 

“He’ll come by.” you said, completely ignoring everyone else as you sat on a chair near Jisung’s bed and it wasn’t that long when you had fallen asleep, clutching your brother’s hand in yours.

Seungmin came by the next day, explaining that he had to stay after the game for some stuffs that their coach instructed him and you noticed that something is wrong. It bothers you how he can’t look directly in your eyes as he explained. Because Seungmin wasn’t like that. He would always look at you whenever he tells you something important but that day, he chose to avoid your gaze. And one of the things that you regretted doing was not asking him about it because after that, Seungmin became distant.

The first two months after the incident, it was still tolerable,  after school hangouts slowly lessened, with Seungmin spending his extra time for baseball practices and you totally understand it, you still have lunch times together anyways. But then it didn’t last long, when you all came back to school, having to spend your last semester as senior high school students, Seungmin suddenly doesn’t sit with you during lunch anymore. He started to hang out with the jocks, his teammates. It doesn’t also help that he’s cancelled every road trip that you both scheduled way before the previous semester ended. Your weekly game nights with him became monthly ones, until he skipped one month, or maybe two... or three, and it became countless that you never cared anymore. Everything that you’ve been doing with Seungmin, you became used to doing them all alone now. And you can only bask in silence as you continue to question yourself, What happened?

You used to hate losing things that you value dearly, but you never knew that losing someone would hurt much more than the things you lost. And Seungmin, he was among those that you lost but the difference this time is that you knew. You knew that he was slowly slipping away from you but you just let him. Thinking it was okay, thinking maybe, he grew tired of you, of how he was always the one to look out for you but everyone including you, knew that it doesn't make a point. Seungmin won't just slip away like that or that's what you thought. 

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin broke the endearing silence that surrounds the both of you.

“For everything.” You only stared at him which he took as a signal to go on.

“Remember the university that I always told you about before?” Of course you remember, he couldn’t stop talking about it, junior year. You nodded in response as he went on,

“The same day of Jisung’s accident, I got offered for a scholarship to study there and I didn’t know what to do. My parents kept bugging me to accept it and they are already planning for my future on their own. It was my dream school, y/n." you saw a stray tear that grazed seungmin’s left chubbier cheek that you love the most, making you want to wipe it but no, you have to keep yourself cool or all the walls that you built after him will be instantly destroyed.

"I was confused, because in every future plan that I had, prior to being offered that scholarship, you were already included," Seungmin continued, his voice cracking as he tried to suppress his sobs.

"y/n, I didn't want to lose you." he said before tears were rushing down his delicate features, 

"You already did." you said, your now glassy eyes locked with his.

"y/n–"

"No, Seungmin, you had a choice to tell me everything before. You should've told me and I would understand the situation, but you did not. Instead you slowly left me. Do you even know how much I had gone through?" you cut him off. 

"I– I'm sorry," 

Seungmin was scared, then and now, to see how you're drifting away from him. The only difference was that when he made that decision before, he was scared of his growing feelings for you, feeling more than what the title ‘best friend’ holds, which pushed him to do what he did. He knows, his defense mechanism was bullshit. But then now, he is scared of the possibility that you'll cut him off of your life, without him telling you what he truly felt just because he doesn't want to add more flame to the burning of your wounds. 

"I was a coward, I know. So, please, let me make it up to you." you scoffed at his reply,

"Why now? It's been two years, Seungmin. It probably won't hurt you to have me completely out of your life because you clearly are doing well on your own" 

"Han Jisung," he said which had taken you back,

"He won't let me near you after senior year." you sat there in silence, Jisung did what now?

"You can ask him." Seungmin added but you weren't paying attention as everything in your head is now in pure chaos. You know you can't think straight at this moment so you just sat there in silence, trying to organize the haywire in your brain.

"Did you accept the scholarship?" you asked, which startled Seungmin.

"I did." 

"Good for you. I'd feel guilty if you haven't." you sighed as you glanced at the clock and noticed that it's already half past four in the morning. You stood up from your seat, preparing to go back to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep, you?" you asked him.

"I'll stay for a while." he said, looking up at you with slumped shoulders.

"I forgive you, Min, I already did a long time ago," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"But I'm sorry, I don't think I can give you what you're looking for right now." 

There are things in your life that you have longed to look for and in some instances, you tend to find them at the most random places, in the most unexpected times. But after not seeing them for a long period of time, you happen to forget the value that it holds, how important they were, and nothing will remain besides the nostalgic memories that it held. That’s what you felt with Seungmin right now. He was your best friend, until he wasn’t. You were inseparable until he slipped away from your bond. And now, every time you see him, you’ll be reminded of how he once left you and the possibilities of it repeating. Because you believe that losing something once can be a mistake but losing it twice means you’re not responsible enough to keep it.

[slash-em-up]

In-Flight Entertainment Pt. 1: ChromeSkull x Reader

This was supposed to be a one-shot; but then it started creeping up on 2k words and I figured I better chop it up. Part 2 will be up soon and 90% smut.

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You were not ashamed to say that you hated airports. Absolutely hated them. The bustle, the smell, the overpriced coffee… There was nothing about them that inspired less then complete loathing in you. So when your boss gave you a heads-up that you’d be traveling to LA for a company meeting, you could only groan internally.

Nothing ever seemed to go right when you flew - a belief further cemented by the unexpected snowstorm that had caused your current situation: A ten-hour layover in Denver.

You were going to be so late for your meeting.

Your carry-on seemed to weigh a ton as you lugged it off the plane, cursing yourself for not fixing the loose wheel before you left as it swerved and pulled your case back and forth behind you.

Sighing heavily, you adjusted the barley-hull pillow wrapped loosely around your neck so it wasn’t pulling on your hair quite as uncomfortably, and searched for the sign to direct you towards your next gate.

On the other side of the airport. Great. At least you didn’t have to worry about being late for take-off.

Passing through the airport, you couldn’t help but glance around at the multitude of shops and small restaurants that peppered the space. It almost looked like a mall, if you discounted the weary look your fellow travelers all seemed to be sporting and the cases trailing behind them like colorful dogs.

You’d have to stop somewhere to eat. The small package of pretzels and soda you’d consumed on your first flight had done little to tide you over, and now you were feeling more than a little peckish. And thirsty. And stressed. You’d kill a man for a decent Old Fashioned.

Arriving at your gate, you plopped down onto one of the barely padded seats with a sigh. Nine hours and twenty-three minutes until takeoff. A family of six sat next to you, immediately starting in on a very loud and expressive argument. It was definitely time to go find that airport bar - but first, you needed a quick refresh in the ladies room.

Dropping your carry-on with the rest of the luggage you trotted across the large hallway, having extricated your makeup bag from your case before leaving it with the desk-steward. There were a pair of eye-masks in there calling your name.

It was insane how enjoyable leaning up against a hard wall with your eyes closed could be after five hours cramped in Coach. You stretched up and down on the balls of your feet as your muscles slowly relaxed, leaving you feeling a bit better than when you’d arrived. Now you just needed food.

That was the only thing on your mind as you shuffled back to the desk and snagged your case from the luggage corral.

Even your case felt lighter. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a horrible layover after all.

“Excuse me Ma’am. I’m going to have to ask you to come with us.”

Aaaannnddd you’d spoken too soon.

You spun quickly, taking in the very large, very serious looking men in suits standing shoulder to shoulder behind you.

“…Me? Me, Ma’am?”

The suit-twins eyes narrowed.

“Yes, you Ma’am. Don’t try to run, we’ve already got security on alert.”

You gaped in shock.

“Why would I try to run? I haven’t done anything!”

One of the men sneered as the other looked at you like you were an idiot.

“So that’s your bag, is it Ma’am?”

You blinked.

“Uh, yeah it’s my…”

Your voice trailed off as you took a closer look at the bag you were holding.

Sharp corners, no scratched metallic paint, a gleaming ‘RIMOWA’ screeching up at you from the side…

Well that explained the wheel…

The silver hard-sided case was definitely not yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I must have grabbed this one by mistake. I’ll take it back, I’m so -”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple ma’am. You’ll still need to come with us.”

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You were getting the distinct feeling that you were fucked. Or, were about to be.

What the hell was in that suitcase?

The suited men had ushered you quickly to a side-elevator, punching a code into a keypad before pushing a button labeled ‘P’.

They’d yanked the case from you the first moment you were out of public view and now seemed intently focused on making sure you stayed still and quiet.

Even minutely adjusting the pillow still draped across your shoulders had made them both twitch like they were expecting a fight.

The elevator ding sounded ominous as you were quickly led down a gleaming, white hall - each side covered from floor to ceiling in magnificently large windows, offering a spectacular view of the departing planes and the snow-covered Rockies far behind.

The only break in-between were what looked like small sitting rooms. It dawned on you that these must be the VIP lounges. Like, the VIP-est of the VIPs. Shit, who’s luggage had you stolen, Lady Gaga’s??

You were brought to an abrupt stop at one of the closed doors, pausing outside as one suited man knocked quietly, entering after some unknown signal, bag in-tow; as the second man stayed outside - never removing his eyes from you.

“I can apologize in person if that’s what you’re after. I’m a big girl, I can own up to having grabbed the wrong bag - I just think the whole secret service thing is a little over the top…”

The guard didn’t blink.

Ok, this was getting ridiculous.

“I’m SORRY MR. OBAMA, I DIDN’T MEAN TO STEAL YOUR CASE!”

Your arm was grasped firmly as the suit dragged you a little closer to the door.

“BEYONCE? I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

The grasp on your arm turned into a solid shake, nearly knocking you against the wall.

“Shut up!” the guard hissed.

You sneered up at him.

“COME ON SNOOP DOGG, I THOUGHT YOU’D BE COOLER THAN THIS!”

The door opened, allowing the other guard to exit with a look at you like you’d just signed your own death certificate.

“He wants to see her.”

“He, who?!”

The man grasping your arm pulled you quickly, spinning you into the room and closing the door firmly behind you.

You blinked, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden dim lighting of the small room; taking in the plush modern couches lining the walls, the two-person dining table, the open pair of suitcases on the glass coffee-table, and then finally, to the man sitting casually behind the luggage, inspecting a pair of underwear from your case.

“Ah… Pitbull. You were going to be my next guess…”

A single brown eye flicked up to meet yours, followed by a loud snort and a half-smirk.

His head tilted as he examined you, and you did the same.

Gaze wandering from his black dress shoes, up his long black-clad legs, over his broad torso - dress shirt uncuffed and sleeves rolled up to expose fully tattooed forearms - then finally to his face. You weren’t an expert by any means; but even to you it was pretty clear he’d undergone some extensive reconstructive surgery at some point. His entire face, all the way up to his bald head looked… off… The black leather eyepatch was also a little bit of a give-away.

He allowed you a few more moments to take him in before reaching down and pulling a phone out of his pocket.

You jumped slightly as an electronic voice sounded through the room.

“I’ll have to address security with the airport. You’re either an exceptional thief, or they really suck at their jobs.”

Now it was your turn to snort.

“Believe me, of the two, they’re definitely more likely to just suck at their jobs.”

His gaze never left you as he reached down and plucked out the romance novel you’d stuffed into your bag for the flight, waving it teasingly.

“I almost believe you.” He typed.

You looked down, starting to feel embarrassed.

“Look, I’m really sorry for this mix-up. I swear I didn’t know it was your bag.”

Without commenting, the man rose from his seat.

Holy shit, he was tall.

He walked slowly, like he had all the time in the world and knew you weren’t going anywhere.

He stopped as he reached the small dining table, leaning down to open a mini-bar placed inconspicuously against the wall and grasp two small bottles of alcohol.

He shook them in your direction and raised his visible brow in question.

“God, yes.”

He snorted again and made short work of pouring the libation into a set of non-descript glasses; offering you one before motioning for you to take a seat.

You relaxed back into the pale leather, pausing for a moment to quickly (and hopefully discreetly) remove the pillow from around your shoulders.

The glint in the man’s eye told you he’d noticed and was once again amused by you.

You took a large gulp of the liquid in your glass and almost immediately started choking on it.

“FUCK!” you hacked out “What *cough* the fuck is this?!”

A broad grin and shaking shoulders met your watery eyes as the man reached over to type something into his phone.

“I understand ASL, unless *hng* you’re just some wacko who doesn’t like to talk.”

The man nodded before setting his phone back down.

‘It’s Lagavulin. Not exactly something you try to shoot.’

You took another - much smaller - sip and nodded.

“I’m sure under different circumstances it would be wonderful.”

‘Different circumstances?’

“Yeah, well it’s kind of hard to enjoy something so nice when you’re being accused of stealing and are more or less imprisoned.”

The man leaned back in his seat.

‘I know you didn’t take my case… at least, not for any reason I’m concerned about.’

You blinked.

“You do?”

He nodded succinctly before signing.

‘If you knew who I was and were trying to take my case, you wouldn’t have drunk something I gave you so readily.’

Again, you were feeling more than a little dumbfounded.

“So… I can go?”

A long arm motioned towards the white door.

‘Anytime you like; do you have somewhere pressing you need to be?’

You thought sadly about the uncomfortable chairs and family of six waiting for you back at your gate.

“… Not really.”

‘Layover to LA?’

“Yeah! You too?”

The man nodded, looking at you sympathetically.

‘Guessing you’re not business class.’

You laughed out loud at that.

“Ha! No way, who’s got the -… well I guess you do.”

He answered with a shrug.

‘I’d like to buy you dinner, by way of an apology for all the hassle today.’

A small smile crossed your lips as you thought about it.

On one hand, he’d kind of had you kidnapped and implied that if you’d known who he was you would have expected him to poison you or something… But on the other hand, this was definitely the most interesting trip you’d taken, and it was largely in part to do with this guy…

Eh what the hell.

“I’m Y/N.”

The man grinned widely, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth.

‘Call me Jesse.’

[thechosenferret]

Of Course It’s Precious Potter - Chapter 3

This chapter is dedicated to @scarheaded-ferret for his birthday! You are such an incredible person, and I hope you enjoy your next year of life! <3

Summary: Draco has been tasked to steal a possession from precious Prince Potter. Little does he know, that's only a small test for what they need done next. Well, that is if Draco can carry it out to the end.

You can also read it on ao3 under the username TheChosenFerret (there’s a link in my bio, I don’t trust tumblr with links in original posts), or through my tag #Of Course it’s Precious Potter

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As the day progressed, Harry couldn’t get the nagging thought out of his head that perhaps his mind hadn’t entirely made up the blond stranger. With would be a lovely thought if it meant that he could see him again, but there was still the tiny problem that their first meeting was… technically due to trespassing. 

Harry didn’t give a thought to why exactly he was trespassing until he made his way to his dresser. Every year, Harry sees the same items on that dresser. Every week, Harry cleans those same items on that dresser. Every day, Harry picks up one specific item on that dresser. Today, however, it was gone. Gone except the letter he carefully kept secret underneath it, which could only mean three things. One, someone knew about the letter. Two, someone purposely left the letter. Three, the blond man must of stolen his dad’s trophy. 

Fuck. 

Of course the trespassing man had to commit another crime at the same time. 

Of course the trespassing, stealing man had to purposely not steal what was now the last remaining artifact of his parents. Harry didn’t know whether to count this man as a complete fool, report him immediately to the watchmen, or send him a thank you card. Of course, reporting him to the watchmen would mean giving up the letter for investigation and to “protect the past King and Queen’s treasures,” aka lock them up until they rot away, so that was clearly not an option. All that’s left is that the man is a fool who should be thanked, which could only be done if he made the foolish decision to strike again. 

He could strike again, actually. Seeing as he left behind the letter, someone may of been just as pissed off as Harry was happy. 

In that case, Harry went to collect his parent’s letter like always, but instead of reading it before immediately hiding it again, he brought it over to his desk, where he placed it next to him so he can protect it better, then began to write letter to the blond man. After a few drafts, he finally felt okay enough with it, and went to leave it in the middle of the room upside down with the words “To The Blond” written as big as possible on the back. 

Feeling the day catch up to him at last, Harry collected his parent’s letter and made his way to the bed, where he read through the it from the light of the one candle left still lit in his room. He then carefully placed it on a pillow next to him that he is certain will not be harmed if he were to roll over in the middle of the night before blowing out the flame and finally going to sleep. 

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Following the same path that he took last night, Draco scaled up the castle, steadied a rope to a mini cross lined up across the roof, and made his way down the chimney into the now unfortunately too familiar, dusty fireplace. The only thing that was different now was the one piece of trash among the nearly spotless room. Draco ignored the item and surveyed the room, trying to get into the mind of such a Posh Prince to see where he might hide his oh so important diary. 

On the bookcase? Although the room is pristine, the bookcase feels like it hasn’t been touched in ages. In the drawer under his bedside table? Draco carefully made his way closer to the table, and therefore the stupid prince. He looked so… not idiotic while asleep, even slightly peaceful. Draco snapped himself out of his thoughts as he turned his attention back to the table and, subsequently, the drawer that was lacking a diary. 

Draco continued his search by checking the other drawers in the room, where the most interesting thing he saw was a hairbrush, but yet no journal. Not wanting to be out in the open for too long, Draco made his way back to the fireplace, but not before stopping in the middle of the room with that stupid piece of trash. The stupid piece of trash that was addressed to a blond. Merlin, of course Potter had seen him. And to make it worse, he wrote him a letter. Curiously, Draco picked it up and started to read it as he very slowly walked back to the fireplace. Potter wanted to meet up with him. And doesn’t despise him? That idiot. He’d guess the prince was all self-righteous and forgiving, but he never expected to be on the receiving side of it. 

He paced the room without care as he read the letter again and again, only stopping when his brain started to think about how he must of written this tonight, which means that he probably used his desk tonight seeing as the paper didn’t show signs of being written without a solid surface behind it, therefore maybe he regularly uses his desk, so perhaps he has actually used the books stacked on his desk. During all this time of snooping, Draco thought the pile of books was just for decoration to act like he studies. 

Draco put his letter in his pocket and began to sort through the books. Introduction to Finances? Nope. Full History of 1660 to 1666… Aha! An unmarked book with handwritten entries dating back to 10 years ago. And to further prove his point, the handwriting is very close to the one shown on his letter. Bingo! Not wanting to risk Harry seeing him for what now would be the third time, Draco slipped back out with the diary, totally not glancing at Harry one last time before leaving. 

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Draco continued his route to the meeting spot by rooftop, not wanting to deal with scaling back down quite yet. As he walked and jumped, all his thoughts kept tracing back to that damn letter. That letter and the diary that featured what he can only guess is all the minor inconveniences for such a rich and loved guy such as Potter. Which means that it really wouldn’t be horrible to read some of it. Plus, he should double check that this contains the prince’s thoughts, and not some rando’s diary the prince somehow has saved. So, Draco was legally obligated to read it. 

Draco made his way over to the meeting spot and found a nice spot on the roof where he can lean against a half wall, but could still perfectly see the sun when it rises. The client can wait a few more hours for me to double check this purchase. Can’t give away faulty merchandize after all.  So he read. And read. And read. 

The journal wasn’t contains of minor inconveniences at all. Actually, they were very major problems. Why hadn’t this idiot told someone about this before? That cupboard. His family. Merlin. Draco couldn’t let this get out to some second hand thief, not that it was any better that he’d done it. There must be some reason he’s been keeping it out of the public’s eye for so long… which means that Draco’s going to have to make sure that this book stays a secret. One stupid letter and all the sudden he’s helping people, all thanks to that idiot Potter. 

Draco hid the journal in his jacket and made his way down the building and to the market. He had to look into a lot of stores to find one that has someone in it, let alone is selling empty journals, but at long last he found it. He got the smallest one (both to help out on cash but also so he can fill it up faster), then bought a quill and ink and made his way back to the roof to start his work. 

He wrote until the sun finally did rise, but he managed to create a diary full of minor inconveniences that seemed close enough to reality to be believable. To finish it off, Draco scrawled the words “Harry James Potter’s Personal Journal” on the front. It pained him to have to try to recreate the messy handwriting of Potters, but he feels like he’d pulled it off with flying colors—maybe his cousin was right about how he should go into forgery. 

Worried about stalling any more, Draco hide the real diary and letter on the roof, and made his way down the building. He threw on his “I just pulled off a successful heist” face just as the same man from the previous night appeared from behind a wall. Silently, he handed over the replicated diary, choosing to not speak even when he guy walked away and said “Well contact your family again soon” for fear of having his voice betray his thoughts, all of which were along the lines of fuck.

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Taglist: @devilrising @sweetlialia @ladyseidenlocke 

[whoreforfanfiction]

They Confess Their Feelings (Mystic Messenger Preferences)

Yoosung

- you two would have to be friends for a while before he felt ready to confess his feelings

- of course, he’s talked to Zen countless times about you already, but never took his advice on telling you how he felt

- at least once a week you were at his house 

- and at least once a month you went out for dinner (which he always insisted on paying for, even though you knew it drilled a hole in his pocket)

- basically, you two spent a majority of your time together

- your favorite was when you’d spend the entire day at his house playing a video game marathon

- you got to spend the most time with him during those

- today though, you two were just sitting on the couch, talking about the new professor that hates him 

- “He’ll come around and see how fun you are,” you commented trying to cheer his sad face up. 

- An immediate blush rose to his pale cheeks

- “You think I’m fun?” he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck

- “Of course, silly. Why else would I hang out with you all the time? You’re my favorite person to be around,” you admitted. 

- he knew this was his moment and he tried to remember what Zen had told him to say

- they rehearsed it a million times, but his memory was failing him horribly

- he stumbled around trying to find words to return you with but he eventually just blurted out “I like you!” 

- you were shocked into silence for a second, and he took it the wrong way

- “S-shit forget I said that,” he tried to recover but you had already heard those 3 majestic words

- “No no I like you too! You shocked me there for a second,” you giggled and you pulled him into a shy kiss on the cheek

Zen

- really not shy about his feelings at all

- super self-confident, which is one of the things you liked most about him

- you were friends for a few months and after sharing conversations with you, he knew you were the one

- confided in Yoosung about his feelings since those two are like brothers

- Yoosung knew you liked Zen back

- he said it was a “vibe” he had picked up during your encounters 

- and because you always asked for more selfies in the messenger

- and today, Zen decided he was going to change your friendship and make it something deeper and more meaningful

- you were scheduled to come over to marathon a TV show you both enjoyed

- Zen made sure the scene was set

- he had popcorn, your favorite drink, cozy blankets, tissues for when you cried about characters dying

- really tried to play out every single situation in his head and plan around it 

- when you came over, he made sure you were more than comfortable

- after you two finished your marathon session, you were both somewhat drowsy

- and drowsy conversations lead to deep talk times

- “I like being here with you,” you commented, “I feel safe here.” You cozied up more inside the blanket.

- this boy has never felt more complimented in his life

- “Yeah? Well, I like you!” he said with a slight chuckle that confused you

- “Like? Or like like?” you tried to clarify but ended up sounding like you were gossiping on the elementary playground

- he looked at you, dead in the eyes, “Like like, of course.” 

- “Hehe, I like like you too,” you said as he pulled you closer to his warm body

Jaehee

- very analytical and logical

- she had a theory that you liked her, based on your conversations, but was too scared to actually test it out

- she also knew she felt very strongly towards you 

- more than a friend

- she found herself checking her phone constantly to see if you texted her back

- often got in the way of her work and Jumin started to take her phone for some periods of time

- was in the chatroom CONSTANTLY just hoping you’d show up

- took her breaks when you did enter the chatroom

- you two called at least twice a week after she got off work so she could rant about how bad her day was

- today, you decided to surprise her with chocolates to ease her stress

- you hid behind her desk and jumped out when she came to sit down which did give her a mini heart attack 

- “SURPRISE!” you said as you whipped the chocolates out from behind your back

- her face was firetruck flaming red

- stuttered over her words a lot

- “I like you a lot Jaehee, homo intended, and I wanted to make sure you had a good day today,” you confessed hoping she reciprocated you feelings

- she pressed down her skirt and composed herself

- “I like you too, and I promise next time I will return your kindness,” she stated lovingly while grabbing the chocolates out of your hand

Jumin

- didn’t know what his feelings were for the longest time

- finally, he decided to talk to Zen about them since he is the king of feelings

- “You stupid heir!! You like her! Tsk it’s so sad you can’t even tell that” Zen scolded

- like? that was a new emotion and this one he enjoyed very much

- whenever he was around you, he got these feelings in his stomach and felt a burst of energy

- he was never sad or upset when he was in close proximity with you

- very inexperienced with relationships and didn’t know the best way to show you how much he cared about you 

- Zen also warned him not to throw his money at you because you might get scared off

- he was going to think of an old-fashioned nice way to show you he liked you, without using his money

-  watched lots of love movies to study up because he wanted this to be meaningful

- the common theme he deduced from all the movies was flowers and he happened to know a phenomenal florist

- was going to call, but remembered that he shouldn’t use his money

- walked around nature for a good 4 hours picking out all the flowers he thought you’d like

- tied them together with string to make a bouquet

- but how to deliver them? shipping them to your house would be easiest since you lived on the other side of the city, but he knew that wouldn’t be personal

- he also didn’t wanna arrive at your door in his limo or one of his expensive cars 

- he didn’t want it to come off as him flexing his wealth in an attempt to woo you

- so what did he do? he walked

- this rich boy walked 7 miles to your house

- which was fine until it started to rain

- you heard a gentle knocking at your door and rushed to let him in

- “You’re soaking,” you commented in concern as you ran to the bathroom to get him a towel 

- “I like you,” he got to the point and handed you the dripping bouquet

- you innerly squealed with happiness

- “I like you too!!” you said as you jumped and hugged him around the neck

- you tried to pull away after a second, but he held you there for a moment longer

- “I’m glad you like it,” he said exhausted then sat down on the couch

- drifted off to sleep not much longer aww poor baby

Saeyoung

- you two talked ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME - hung out rarely because his house was a mess and didn’t want to expose you to Mary Vanderwood 

- but there wasn’t a moment where you weren’t texting or facetiming

- which pissed Vanderwood off 

- you face timed which he worked

- you two didn’t talk much during those times, but you appreciated having the company

- at night before bed though was when you two really talked

- he asked about your day and let you talk first

- you could tell he actively listened and truly cared about even the most mundane things that happened that day

- “When you went, did you get the barista you liked?” he asked knowing he hacked into their system to change that person’s hours to when he knew you’d be visiting

- “Yea! I’ve been having him more often now! I’m very happy and my tastebuds are happy too!” You were completely oblivious to his meddling and he thought it was adorable

- one night on facetime, you picked up an hour later then usual and he was upset

- “What’s wrong?” you asked after noticing he had been short with you

- “God dammit M/C I like you and this is the best part of my night! I hate when it’s delayed for one second, let alone an hour,” he complained not knowing he had just admitted his feelings towards you

- “Y-you like me?” you questioned back. you knew you heard him correctly, you just wanted to hear it again.

- “Damn it,” he swore just now noticing his slip up

- you were giggling over the phone

- “What?” he crankily asked, hating the situation thinking you didn’t return the feelings

- “I like you too my defender of justice,” you said while flashing him the biggest smile

- his heart got all warm and happy and all he did was sit and smile in silence for a while

IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD V AND SAERAN MESSAGE ME AND I’LL DO IT TOMORROW BUT IM TIRED RN

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I love your writing! Can I request a fic where the reader is Bruce’s teen daughter who is like a mini version of him, that he didn’t know about and he’s scared to be a father so he pushes her away and she thinks that he hates her and so Tony talks to Bruce to convince him that he won’t hurt her and then Bruce and his daughter talk and become really close. Thank you!

I’m A Man of Three Fears (Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader)

Bruce Banner Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of being ignored by a parent. 

Word Count: 2,035

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy the fic! 

It had only been a month since you’ve met your father. The man that you had assumed was dead was very much alive. He’s the only family you had left, and it’s as if he was trying his best to avoid you. 

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. You were sure that he must have been in shock after finding out that he had a daughter that he didn’t know of, so, you gave it a day.

One day turned into two days. 

Then three.

Then a week. 

And then a month. 

A month. A whole month and your father just acted like you weren’t there, like you didn’t exist. Of course, everyone else acknowledged you, treated you as if you were part of the Avengers family, but the one person you really wanted to get close with, avoided you like the plague. 

“Ah, well if it isn’t little Banner.” You turned around to see Tony walking towards you. “Just for reference, who let you in the lab?” 

“Myself,” you mumbled as you continued to read some of your dad's work. 

Tony hummed in response. He glanced towards the papers you were reading. “Those are some of your dad's essays.” You nod. “What do you think about your old man?” 

You shrugged. “The only thing I know about him is what I read from these essays and papers he’s written, so, I think he’s an amazing physicist.” 

Tony gave you a small nod. He hated to see someone that he considered to be his best friend, treat their child like they didn’t exist. He knew what it felt like to be that child. 

“Although,” you grabbed one of the papers in front of you, “his equations are a bit sloppy.” 

Tony chuckled at your comment; he looked over the paper and agreed with you. “Good eye,” he commented. He grabbed a pencil and tried to hand it to you. You gave him a confused expression.

“Well?” he questioned, still holding out the pencil. 

“Well, what?” He couldn’t honestly want you to fix your father's equations, could he? That would just be crossing a boundary, but something inside you was dying to fix those equations. Maybe then your father would have some sort of emotion towards you. Maybe he’ll even acknowledge your presence. 

“Fix the equations.” Tony laid the pencil on the table. “You’re just as smart as he is. You really are a mini version of him.” 

You sighed, grabbing the pencil and placing the paper back onto the table. You concentrated on the equations in front of you while Tony worked on Peter’s suit. You could see so much emotion in your father's equations with the way they were written. You almost didn’t want to ruin it, so you placed your notes in the margins, careful not to mess up any of his work. Once you were done, you turned to look over at Tony. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Hit me.” 

“I want you to be honest with me.” 

“You’re talking to one of the most honest men here.” 

“Pretty sure Steve beats you at that, but I’ll let it slide,” you commented, causing an eye roll from Tony. “Does my dad… does he hate me?” 

“What? No! Why would you ask such a thing?” 

“Come on, Tony, how can’t I?” You jumped off the stool you were sitting on. “The man avoids me like I have some sort of infectious disease.” 

“Y/N, you have to understand-” 

“Understand what? That he doesn’t want to be a father?” You felt tears form in your eyes. “He’s the only family I have left and it fucking hurts that he just… that he just treats me like I’m not even here.” Tony pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on top of your head as you let out a soft sob. You felt so hurt by your father; it was something that everyone saw, but no one mentioned. Tony knew that this couldn’t go on any longer. Something had to be done. 

“I know how you feel, kid,” Tony began to say. He let out a sigh, “Look, I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to him, Y/N.” 

“Thank you,” you said softly as you embraced Tony once more. 

“Why don’t you go and do your homework; I know you’re smart and all, but you have to have some homework to do.” You chuckled, giving him a small nod. “Don’t forget that dinner is free for all tonight,” Tony called out as you walked out of the lab. 

Hours later, Tony was still in the lab working on some upgrades for Peter’s suit, but his mind kept wandering to the situation with Bruce and Y/N. He wanted to help his best friend out because Bruce was unknowingly hurting his daughter every day he didn’t speak to her. 

“Not surprised that you're here.” Tony turned around to see Bruce walking towards him. Bruce fixed his lab coat as he approached the table. “Was kind of hoping to have the lab to myself today,” Bruce mumbled. 

Tony raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner before brushing it off. “I need to finish these upgrades on Peters's suit which won’t take long and then I’ll be out of your hair,” he stated. 

Bruce just gave Tony a nod before grabbing his papers that he had left on the table. “I glanced at your equations,” Tony began to say. “They’re a bit sloppy.” 

“What?” 

“Y/N actually caught the mistakes… she’s a bright girl, like her dad.” Bruce remained silent and glanced at the papers that he was holding. The writings in the margins. Your writings. Bruce felt like it was the closest he’s ever been to you. So close, yet so far away. “You know, pushing her away isn’t going to make the fact that she’s your kid just disappear; it’s only going to hurt her more, and frankly, I think she’s been through enough.” 

Bruce continued to read your notes. The smiley faces you drew at the end of your sentences. The arrows directing him to where you think the equation should be fixed. He noticed it was all in a way to not step on his boundaries, but if you only knew that he loved this. His heart was full of glee to see how much you took after him.  It was all out of good-nature, something that he felt wasn’t him. He wondered where you got all of this from: the kind heart and patience. 

“She has been through enough,” Bruce finally spoke up. “She doesn’t need me.” 

“You’re wrong.” Tony watched as Bruce laid the papers back onto the table, his eyes never leaving them. “She needs her dad. Why won’t you give her that?”

"This kid just shows up out of nowhere and claims to be my biological child, and I'm just this guy that goes big and green every time I feel anxious or angry and having a kid is just a big ball of that. So, tell me, Tony, what the hell am I supposed to do?” 

Tony shrugs, “Step up.” He sighs, “It’s the only thing to do.” 

“It’s not that easy.” 

“It is; dammit, Bruce.” Bruce looked up at Tony. “There’s a girl in this compound that wonders why her father hates her, why he’s pushing her away, and she comes to this lab in hopes to find anything that she can just to feel close to him! You have the chance to make things right before it’s too late! Trust me. I wish I had the same chance as Y/N did,” Tony scolded. 

He never was one to yell at Bruce but this time was different. Someone had to tell Bruce what he was doing was wrong and who better than the person who has been in Y/N’s shoes. 

Bruce pondered it for a second, he had forgotten the strained relationship between Tony and his father. He had seen how much hurt it has caused Tony. Bruce slowly gave Tony a nod, “You’re right.” 

“Of course I’m right,” Tony smirked. “Now, go talk to your daughter.” 

Bruce took his lab coat off, placing it on the table. “Tony?” Tony hummed in response. “Thank you.” 

Bruce made his way over to the elevator, “Friday, can you please tell me where Y/N is?” 

“Ms. Y/N is currently in her room.” 

Bruce made it to your floor, which was the same floor as his and instantly feeling even more guilty for the hurt he’s caused you. He gently knocked on the door. “Come in,” the sound of your voice just made Bruce feel nervous and guilty. Swallowing his pride, he walked in the room quickly spotting you sitting at your desk, head buried in your books. 

“Y/N?” Bruce watched as you quickly turned around to face him, a surprised expression written all over your face. You blinked a couple of times, making sure you weren’t seeing things. “Can we talk?” 

“Uh-s-sure,” you stuttered. Bruce made his way over to your bed to sit down. He looked around your decorated room.

“Y/C/C?” He said as he pointed towards the small banner that hung on the wall. “Is that one of the universities you want to go to?”

“Um, it’s actually my dream university.” 

Bruce nods. “I’ve seen your notes; I think that you can get in with no trouble,” he mused. 

You felt your cheeks go warm with embarrassment at the thought of him seeing your notes. Is that the reason why he wanted to talk? To say how horrible your notes were? “You said you wanted to talk?” 

Bruce cleared his throat. “I-uh…” He let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Y/N, I am sorry for ignoring you. I really am, and I’m going to do everything within my power to prove to you that I can be an amazing dad to you.” 

You nod. “Thank you for apologizing but that still doesn’t clear anything like why did you do it?” 

“Because I’m afraid.” You got up from your seat and sat down on the bed next to your dad.

“Afraid of me?” 

He shook his head. “No, more like being afraid of the big guy. Of what I am capable of… I’m afraid that one day the big guy is going to hurt you. I was also just so scared of ruining your life. I’ve never been one to bond with children.” 

“Well, lucky for you, I’m a teenager.” 

Bruce chuckled. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This is gonna be a learning process for both of us, but I’m not going to ignore you anymore. I know I’ve caused you a lot of pain already, but from here on out, it’s going to be different.” 

You felt tears begin to form, and you wrapped your arms around your dad. Bruce smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You both stayed in that position for a few minutes before you let go. “So, you saw my notes?” 

Bruce’s smile grew. “I did! I have to say, I think you’re smarter than I am. I can’t believe I missed those little mistakes.” 

“You think I can join you in the lab one day?” 

“Of course! As a matter of fact, I was in the process of kicking Tony out of the lab before I came over here.” You joined your dad back in the lab, and Tony smiled as he saw you both walk in through the door. 

“Well, if it isn’t mini Bruce and regular-size Bruce,” Tony commented. 

Bruce rolled his eyes, “Are you done with those upgrades yet? I want to spend some time in the lab with my daughter.” 

Tony smiled. “Yeah, I’m done.” Tony knew he wasn’t even close to being finished with the upgrades, but he did know that the upgrades could wait. You and Bruce needed to spend some long-awaited quality time, and as much as Tony wanted to stay and watch, he quickly left the room to give you both some space. All that matters to Tony was that he didn’t have to see you go through the same thing he had. 

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Help me, Doctor- Part 1

This is a new AU! Doctor! Ben hardy mini-series I am going to be working on which will have 3-4 parts. I hope you will all enjoy it, it is based on the book/ movie ‘Brain on fire’.

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Ben Hardy masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) is referred to Ben when her other doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her. Ben is one of the best doctors to treat her... but the problem is that he already knows (Y/n) and has slept with her before.

Part 2

Enjoy.

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The end of her pen started to tap quietly but rapidly against the corner of the paper as she chewed on her lower lip. Why were there so many questions that needed answering? They should have most of her notes on file, there was no need for this which was simply going to go into a filing cabinet and be forgotten about.

Irritation flowed through (Y/n) as she felt her foot beginning to bounce up and down on the polished tiled floor that she guessed was cleaned every night since this was a hospital, after all.

This was the third time she had come here and it was the third questionnaire the snotty receptionist had made her fill out which was almost virtually the same as the other two she completed when she came. But this was a different department in the hospital, she figured that they didn't share patient files across departments since they clearly didn't communicate as much. At least if anything happened she would be covered since she had three of these questionnaires filled out.

(Y/n) began to mumble under her breath as she leaned her head to the left, her pen hovering over the box before she ticked no. About ninety percent of these questions were no. She wasn't pregnant, she hadn't been admitted to hospital for any illnesses or injuries in the past three months. She didn't have any of the illnesses it stated and neither did her family. Yes, she was up to date with all of her vaccinations.

Tipping her head back, (Y/n) raked her fingers through her hair as she crossed one leg over the other, the words dancing in front of her eyes as she felt a headache forming behind her eyes.

Dr Hardy.

This man better be good or else (Y/n) was going to be signing fifty complaint forms after this.

But Dr Mazzello said that he was the best and that he was good in his field of work. Even Dr Lee had said she may have to be referred to Hardy if her symptoms persisted and nothing happened with the meds both doctors had put her on. Everyone in the hospital seemed to hold this Dr Hardy in the highest regards but (Y/n) wasn't holding her breath.

For claiming to have the best doctors at this hospital, they sure didn't know what they were doing when it came to (Y/n). They had given her shitty diagnoses and sent her away only to have her come back again and again and be referred down the line. They had clearly been saving the best for last if they thought that Hardy was the God of doctors. (Y/n) should have gone to him in the first place and cut out the past two months of Mazzello and Lee both telling her she was fine.

The waiting room was rather large and for a moment (Y/n) wondered just how many of the other ten people were here to see Hardy. But there were two other offices on this ward so she guessed they were all split between the three.

"(Y/n) (Y/L/n)."

A sigh of relief passed through (Y/n)'s lips as she glanced to the large clock on the boring cream coloured wall above the reception desk. Huh, her appointment was actually on time today.

(Y/n) plastered a smile on her face as she handed the clipboard back over to the receptionist to stuff into the filing cabinet behind her before she turned around and looked at the doors. She turned right and wandered a few paces down the small corridor before knocking on the door to her left with the name tag 'B. Hardy' engraved in silver.

"Come in." Upon his words, (Y/n) pushed the door open as she suddenly felt a bundle of nerves igniting in her stomach.

What if he too couldn't find anything wrong with her? (Y/n) wasn't a hypochondriac, she knew there was something wrong and it had been going on for two months now, this wasn't fair anymore. She needed a diagnosis that was accurate and a treatment that was going to help. If this guy couldn't help her, she didn't know what she would do.

After (Y/n) shut the door behind her and turned to see the omnibus Dr Hardy, she choked on air when her eyes landed on him.

This couldn't be right.

When she heard about him and thought of him, with how good he seemed to be and how highly people spoke of him, (Y/n) assumed that he would be an older man. Most doctors had to gain a lot of experience before they were considered to be great at their job or highly recognised but this man was barely in his thirties, if that.

He had rather light blond hair that was waving into curls and folded back on his head with the sides shaved very short. He had piercing emerald green eyes that she could never forget and his lips were very dark fuschia pink.

This was the guy she slept with last week.

This was Ben.

He never told her he was a doctor, he never said what he did for a living come to mention it and he certainly never said his last name was Hardy. If (Y/n) remembered correctly he spun her some line about his last name being Jones, he clearly hadn't meant to see her again then. He was the guy that she had met in the bar not far from her house. He had been charming if a bit reserved but he had charming eyes that drew her in from the start.

(Y/n) had gone back to his place that night and she had been back two times since, the last time she saw him being last Thursday. He said he would call and if she was honest she had been slightly disappointed since it was now Wednesday and he hadn't called.

"(Y/n)." Ben's eyes widened as he felt his jaw dropping.

She couldn't be the patient that both Gwil and Joe had seen and couldn't treat. She couldn't be the reoccurring patient that his fellow workers were getting worried about. They never said her first name, they simply used her last name and Ben didn't question it because that was how they referred to most of their patients.

"So, you're Dr Hardy... or are you that Jones guy that never called me back?" (Y/n) managed a smile as she sat down on the chair on the other side of his desk. Watching as Ben stood to his feet as he tangled one hand in his curls as if he was trying to pull them from their roots.

"Hey, I've had a few emergencies this week, I was always gonna call you. I- professionally I'm Hardy but... I'll refer you to someone else, okay? I should have realised-"

"What?" (Y/n) narrowed her eyes as she shook her head, not wanting him to ramble excuses to her because that wasn't why she was here. She was here as a patient, not as someone who had caught up with him after clearly being dumped after a few one night stands. She didn't care about him not calling anymore and as for his name, it didn't really matter either way. She wanted to be diagnosed and he was not sending her away.

Ben seemed to take a moment to collect himself as he sat back down in his chair before he tried to gather himself. He straightened up in his chair and pushed his sleeves past his elbows. He was wearing plain black trousers and a white button-up shirt which seemed to be a rather good look on him.

"I'll get you an appointment with another colleague... I, love, I can't consult with you. I've slept with you, that's a compromise for us both I can't get involved with patients." Ben tried to smile but he stopped when (Y/n)'s expression showed him she wasn't having it.

Ben was clearly the guy that the other doctors had spoken so highly of and she had been passed around like a party favour up to now. He was not making her wait another two or three weeks for an appointment with someone who didn't know their head from their feet. (Y/n) had been told Ben was the best and she had been told he would help her so that was what he was going to do. She was here as a patient, not someone he fucked before. She wanted this to be over with so Ben had to help her.

"No. They told me you were the best and I've been passed around like a party favour up to now. Don't pass me on again, they said you would be able to help me so please, just help me." (Y/n) pleaded as she tried to refrain from either hitting his desk or crying in frustration. It was worrying to know that something was clearly wrong but no one knew what it was and to be passed around either meant that no one wanted to deal with her or they really didn't know what it could be. Ben had to help her.

She saw the contemplation in his eyes as he clung tighter to his hair before he sighed. No one knew they had slept together and it wasn't as if he had slept with her after treating her. He hadn't taken advantage of a patient, he was treating someone he knew. It wasn't going to affect his judgement and he didn't have feelings for her that were going to get in the way.

"I... okay. What's the problem, Mazzello and Lee said they've both treated you for about two months, and nothing's worked, right?" Ben opened the grey file in front of him and had a scan through the information set out in front of him. He had been shocked that both his colleagues had passed this case over to him because it wasn't like them not to find the problem but he had been happy to help.

"I've been losing time."

"What do you mean?" Ben leaned his head to the side as he looked over at her in confusion. A spark of worry igniting in his chest when he noticed she was rubbing at her eyes as if she couldn't see properly or that the light was affecting her.

"Missing hours, sometimes days. I think it's Tuesday but it's Thursday, that's why I missed my first appointment with Dr Mazzello. Then I had horrible headaches that made me feel faint. Mazzello said I was just partying and drinking too much but I don't hardly drink." (Y/n) had been rather rude with Dr Mazzello since he first dismissed her case by telling her that since she was still young, she was simply partying too hard.

He had told her to lay off the alcohol and try and calm down for a while and that she would be fine. (Y/n) tried telling him she didn't go to parties and she didn't drink enough to cause herself to have blackouts at random times during the day but he thought he knew best. (Y/n) stopped drinking for the first month altogether but it did nothing as she still seemed to lose time and the headaches were so awful that she couldn't get herself out of bed when they appeared.

"Dr Lee said that you had mood swings, like, sudden bursts of anger or happiness?" Ben scanned through the notes and the symptoms but they seemed rather random and none of them seemed to be consistent, they came and went and some of them had gone completely by now.

"Yes, but not really anymore..."

"Have you got any new symptoms?" Ben's tone was gentle and understanding as he closed the file and clasped his hands together, resting them on the desk. There was clearly something worrying or upsetting (Y/n) and he had to know so he could help her.

"I, I'm a journalist. I was writing an article, and I thought it was fine... but my boss couldn't read it. I'd jumbled up words and missed out letters b-but I didn't see it when I wrote it." (Y/n) didn't know how to explain it without sounding like she was either crazy or had in fact been drunk whilst she was at work. But when she wrote the article she read through it and thought that it was okay. Then when she gave it to her boss to check, she couldn't read it because it was incoherent. There were words that were mushed together, words missing letters and sentences that were missing words and didn't make sense.

When she read through it again (Y/n) realised all the mistakes, but she didn't when she first wrote it and kept looking through it.

"How many times has that happened?" Ben looked rather alarmed by that symptom as it made him get out of his seat and move so he was sitting in front of her instead. He grabbed a small light from his top pocket before gently pulling her eyelid higher so he could shine the light in her pupils.

Her pupils weren't constricting as fastly or effectively as they should be which was a bad sign.

"Just once, last week. That's why I asked for another appointment, and they referred me to you." (Y/n) had gone through everything she had written three times since then and everything had been fine but it had scared her. The moment it happened she called Dr Lee and explained it to him and he promised to get her an appointment with Ben as soon as he could because he didn't know how to treat her.

"Okay... hold your arms out straight towards me if you can." Ben moved his chair back a little and motioned with his hands for her to reach out to him.

He observed her holding her arms out which were subtly shaking. Reaching out, Ben took her hands in his own and looked at them as they were shaking as well but her nerves seemed to be reacting slower and she didn't realise it.

(Y/n) followed him with her eyes as he got to his feet and leaned over the desk, one hand pressed to the desk to keep himself upright as he grabbed his desk phone with the other. He pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could tap in a few numbers before he gripped the phone again. (Y/n) didn't know who he was calling or why but she knew something clearly was wrong for him to just stop and make a phone call like this to who she guessed must be a colleague or someone in the hospital.

"I need an MRI booked now... yep, ten minutes and I'll be down thank you."

Ben moved to sit back down in front of (Y/n) as she looked a mix between scared and confused. What was he calling for an MRI for? What was wrong with her that he needed one now and not one booked for in a week's time or even longer?

"Love, I don't want you panicking but whatever is wrong is happening in your brain which is what I specialise in. Your responses are slower than they should be and I could be wrong, but you might be having some kind of stroke or something in the blood vessels. I need you to have an MRI to get this checked out now."

All of her symptoms, no matter how random they were or how quickly they disappeared, were things to do with the brain but Ben couldn't work out if they were to do with her blood vessels or her nerves. Either way, she was responding slower than she should be and it could be a stroke. If that was the case, Ben had to have it checked out now because if this was a stroke, the longer it was left untreated the worse it would be for (Y/n).

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"I'm guessing it wasn't a stroke, then?" (Y/n) spoke quietly as she clasped her hands together in her lap. Somehow, she felt stupid even though she wasn't the one who had suggested it. She felt as if she had somehow led him on or done something wrong because Ben had clearly been panicked by his suspicions that turned out to be a false alarm.

"No... I sat in on the results, there's no anomalies or blockages in your blood vessels and nothing wrong with your nerves. It has to be something in your brain causing this." Ben had sat in and watched the images of the MRI pop up on the screen. He had scanned through those images and conferred with the two doctors performing the MRI and none of them could find anything wrong.

There was no blockage in any blood vessel causing a stroke, all the vessels were working fine, none were too narrow or had an aneurysm leading off of them. And her nerves seemed to be fine as well. But it had to be something in her brain causing these problems. Ben was going to have to look at the neurological side of this to try and find the answer.

"Do you have any idea what it is?"

"I know where it is, that's a start. I want you to come in tomorrow and I'll take a few blood tests and do some examinations. I'm gonna find out what's wrong, I promise." Ben wasn't going to pass (Y/n) on to someone else or dismiss her and act like nothing was wrong because he had seen the signs today. There was evidently something happening and he knew it was happening in or around her brain.

It was a good start that all the signs pointed to her brain because it narrowed down the options and made the tests more specific. He wanted to do some tests as soon as possible because he didn't like the thought of what would happen if he left this any longer.

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"I shouldn't be doing this." Ben whispered the words quietly to himself as he rested his arm over his eyes as he bit down on his lip. Mentally scolding himself for what he was now doing.

(Y/n) was a patient, she was someone who was meant to be under his care right now because it had been two weeks since she came to him at the hospital and he still didn't know what the problem was. And yet here he was, laid in bed with her.

He knew that it would be a bit complicated since they had slept together before she became his patient but he definitely should not have brought her home and he shouldn't have had sex with her. It complicated things and it made it unethical because she was his patient. Ben couldn't take advantage of his patients and he had been on courses to state all the reasons why he should never get personally involved with his patients. This was crossing a line but he had done this willingly.

He wasn't even sure if he regretted sleeping with her or if this was just his nerves and the good side of him wanting to play by the rules.

Removing his arm from over his eyes, Ben shook his head as if he was trying to shake the negative thoughts out of his head before he turned on his side so he was facing (Y/n). He already knew she didn't have a problem with this because they had hooked up before she had been referred to him. Ben wasn't doing anything wrong because right now his thoughts or any feelings towards her weren't compromising his judgement on how to treat her and she didn't see this as something wrong.

Ben knew he simply panicked too much because he had never gone against the rules before.

He'd never slept with a patient before.

Laying his arm over (Y/n)'s waist, Ben pressed his face into the crook of her neck as he closed his eyes, trying to shut his mind down so he could go to sleep. It was late and for once he wasn't at work in the morning, he had a lot of sleep to catch up on.

The doctor just found himself dulling his thoughts down enough so that he was able to slip into a state of sleep when he found himself waking up again. Tiredly opening his eyes, Ben lifted his head when he realised it was (Y/n) mumbling something that had caught his attention. He didn't remember her sleep talking the other few times he had slept with her and he knew she hadn't said anything about it before.

Looking at her, Ben tried to look at her properly through the darkness but when his eyes seemed to focus, he pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbow and looking at her. She wasn't sleep talking because she had her eyes open, she was alert and she seemed to be awake.

Unravelling his arm from around her waist, Ben rested his hand delicately to the side of her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he wondered what was happening.

"Love, you okay?"

(Y/n)'s eyes found his own very quickly but she didn't move a muscle. Another noise left her slightly parted lips but it wasn't words, it was a strained sound like she was quietly moaning or screaming. When Ben felt her shaking beneath him he wondered if she was experiencing sleep paralysis. He had seen patients with this, they couldn't talk because their throat muscles tightened up and they could be awake whilst experiencing this.

"Look at me love, okay? It's okay you just need to breathe slowly and calmly." Ben kept his words steady and calm as he reached out and turned the bedside lamp on so he could see her better. She did look like she was experiencing sleep paralysis and Ben knew it never lasted long, only a minute or two, if that.

Ben felt his chest tightening when (Y/n)'s eyes that had been piercing his own suddenly seemed to become drowsy before they rolled to the back of her head. As soon as her eyelids dropped, her chest arched up as every muscle seemed to tighten and her limbs started to jerk and tremble. Ben leaned back so he was out of the firing line when her arm started to spasm as the sudden muffled noises completely stopped.

She wasn't having paralysis, she was having a seizure.

"Shit, shit shit! Keep breathing for me (Y/n), you're okay." Ben swiped the pillow from beneath her head and threw it to the floor so she was laying flat before he held onto her arm and her waist. He turned her so she was laying on her right side facing away from him before he moved one hand to her neck to check that her airways had stayed open and not seized up or that she wasn't choking on anything.

He nodded to himself when he felt that she was still breathing properly, if rather quickly but she wasn't choking. He tipped her head down and held his hand to the back of her head as she continued to seize. He started to hum a random tune because he didn't know if she was unconscious or if she was awake and able to feel and hear anything.

Ben couldn't leave her laying on her back in case she started to vomit or she choked on anything so he had to keep her in the recovery position without hurting her head or neck.

"You're gonna be okay."

[vore-scientist]

I, Spy [In Which There Are Thieves]

[G/t M/multiple gender ambiguous prey, safe soft vore, mild stuffing, fear.play]

A MINI Tale of the Mystic Woods

Summary: The evil half-giant wizard Yonah gets a little carried away catching a team of thieves. But his aching stomach is the least of his worries.

Warnings: A lot of teasing. As usual super duper unwilling prey, Yonah acts as if he is going to kill his prey, and he is very convincing.

Story features Yonah’s ward the Princess Sophia, and Yonah’s wizard friends Avshi and Eli. 

------ Three thieves today, and Yonah had it handled. Too handled. The Princess Sophia could tell when he was getting carried away and even though he hadn’t even caught them all yet, she knew tonight was one of those nights. He was so in character she even worried that once he ate the last thief he would try to stuff her into his belly with them! Of course once he did eat all three he was bound to start complaining. As if he didn’t do it to himself! The glutton! He could barely eat two humans and yet she’d seen him make the mistake of three on two previous occasions.

What makes this time different? Well. This time she figured it out early. And ran straight for the mirror, whispering for it to call Yonah’s friends, any it could reach. Please! It will be so embarrassing! The mirror obliged without needing a rhyme, finding two, Avshi And Elisheva. Sophia angled the mirror so they could see what was going on but held a finger to her mouth. an instant later they were in the tower, Sophia dragging them behind the mirror.

“Thieves!?” Eli whispered, Sophia nodded.

Yonah was being careful as he prowled his study, he had one human already tucked under his arm. He was grinning from ear to ear, showing off his uncannily large canines, and with each hungry growl he exhaled steam. Each footstep shook the room.

He reached at his bookshelf full of his notes and tossed them aside, revealing the second human who joined their friend in Yonah’s elbow.

“Thought you might want to watch. He’s gonna do something stupid.” She saw their eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just stay hidden.”

“He’s gonna know we’re here, he always does!” Eli pointed out.

“Not this time. Trust me,” Sophia insisted.

As they watched Yonah catch the second thief and without loosing steam, chasing the last around the room, his hair smoking, eyes glowing, they realized she was right. But just in case they both encircled themselves with invisibility.

“What are you going to do?” Sophia hear Avshi from her left side.

“I’m part of the show!” She ran to the edge of the desk. Kneeling she shouted down as Yonah reached behind a shelf.

“Hey Jack! Yoo hoo!!” She whistled at the thief who had crawled out from under the shelf and was stealthily making a beeline for the window.

“Huh!?” They looked up to find the source of the mysterious human woman’s voice.

“HA!” Yonah caught them easily. “Thanks Sophia!” He stood up and held his catches proudly.

“What a bounty!” He declared, a happy kid returning from a sweetshop. Sitting at his desk he pressed his face into them and breathing in through his nose as he growled, lower now, “I cannot wait to get you all in my belly!”

They squealed and redoubled their efforts to get free but to no avail. He chose one of them at random.

“So I’m not going to wait. This was a delightful diversion, but fun time is over. For you at least. ” And he opened his mouth wide, forcing the torso of the humans into it and to the back, as he tipped his head up and swallowed.

Sophia could swear she heard gasps from somewhere behind her, but Yonah didn’t seem to notice as the thieves in his arms screeched. Their friend’s kicking legs were pulled down with each powerful swallow, until the giant could close his mouth and the distensión in his throat receded with a heavy, satisfied sigh, and a hiccup.

“Oof, went a little too fast there!” He informed his victims, hiccuping again, “I should have savored them more, they were scrumptious! No matter, I have two more to go!”

Sophia was so tempted to point out that he was already full. She could see his stomach already pressing against his vest ever so slightly.

He raised up the next human who was shaking as he lowered them feet first into his mouth. Steam rose around them and they tried to hold onto his teeth as he swallowed them, tried to pull themselves back out but he flicked his tongue up and downed the rest of them in a few gulps, uttering hungry growls as he did.

Now he was visibly full. He actually had to unbutton his vest, lest the buttons rip apart. This is why he preferred the traditional robes… but he looked so dapper!!! Ah well, he had a nice shirt on underneath! It wasn’t as stiff as the vest but his stomach still pushed against it.

“Mmmmm even more delicious than the first!” He informed the third thief. And he looked to Sophia. “This one has a lot to live up to, or die for, in this case” he laughed a grand belly laugh, feeling the humans inside him tumble a bit.

“Buuut… I’m pretty full after two,” he said, licking his fingers, the human was still trapped in his arm, pressed against his side. “Maybe I should save this one for desert? Or just let them go?”

“LET ME GO! PLEASE!” they pushed themselves away as best they could. This was their last chance, hoping against hope the giant wasn’t just fucking with them. They could feel their friends dying beneath the skin and fat and muscle. It was too late for them!

“Depends,” Sophia put a hand to her chin, mocking stroking a beard, “Just  

how tasty were the first two?”

She had to keep her cool, if Yonah came to his senses it would all be ruined! He was running on adrenaline and wasn’t yet feeling the pain from stuffing himself. Three would tip that over the edge.

Yonah leaned back in his chair and stroked his stomach with his free hand, drumming it with his fingers. It trembled beneath his touch as his captives thrashed about.

“Some of the best I’ve ever eaten! I couldn’t possibly wait for dessert!”

Yes!!! Sophia cheered to herself as Yonah licked the final thief bodily, Making happy noises, not thinking about anything but how good this one tasted, and how wonderful an addition to his current, but very temporary, collection they would be.

“Awwww, hear that?” He rubbed his stomach with two fingers “You’re friends miss you dearly!” He pressed the thief to his tongue and drew them into his mouth. And leaned back to swallow this one, much slower than the last.  

“A happy reunion” he pronounced and affectionaly pat his now obviously stuffed-full-of living-smallfolk stomach

Then he sat up and Sophia saw his expression instantly change to painful regret as he held his middle.

“Oh dear, that was… way too many…*hic” a bit of drool fell from his mouth and onto his slightly stretched shirt. “Owwww. Stop moving so much,” he poked his stomach which protested loudly with the screams of the thieves and he groaned.

He looked at Sophia with puppy dog eyes. A puppy who broke into the food stores.

“They never listen,” he said deeply unhappy, eyelids drooping. It might be painful but Yonah was still a giant, and such a full stomach made him a bit loopy and sleepy. Only he was in such pain he couldn’t sleep. The only good news for the thieves.

“You did this to yourself, dumbass,” Sophia had no sympathy for him or the thieves, though she smiled in amusement at their collective distress.

clap

clap

clap

Yonah looked up and tried to find the source of the noise but his brain wasn’t his friend right now.

“Yipe!” Sophia jumped as the two wizards stopped being invisible on either side of her. Still clapping.

“Good show Yonah!” Avshi looked into the eyes of a very confused and startled half-giant.

“Terrific!” Eli added, “And I mean that in the original sense!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in such glorious form!” Avshi said, “You  never worked up such a fearsome demeanor playing with us!

“Uhhhhh,” the last thing Yonah had expected as his friends to show up. No. Not show up. They had been WATCHING! SPECTATING!

“FUCK!” He stood up and took a step back, still clutching his swollen middle. “What are you two doing here!”

The pair grinned. “We heard you were catching thieves and wanted to see The Great And Terrible Yonah HaEsh at work!” Eli supplied.

“But I- how,” his slow brain finally catching on, “SOPHIA!”

The princess stood proudly but sheepishly as Yonah had to regain his balance. The thieves in his stomach screaming as he nearly fell on his ass. His face was turning a fascinating shade of scarlet.

“How could you! They’ve never seen me like, *hup* this!”

“Like what? Exactly?” Sophia sat on the edge of the desk, feet dangling, head in her hands.

“Like- oo*HIC* a-“ he couldn’t say it.

“Monster?” Avshalom sat next to Sophia and looked kindly at their suffering friend.

“A stupid monster?” Elisheva improved, sitting on Sophia’s other side.

Yonah nodded dumbly. Returning to his seat to massage his aching belly. From the shock his wits were back enough to see his friends glance worried at his stomach full of squirming humans

“He’s gonna let them out,” Sophia told them, and they relaxed considerably. But Yonah narrowed his eyes.

“Oh? I was gonna but I’m having second thoughts,” he crossed his arms over his stomach, pressing down on his still very much alive morsels.

“Yonah!” Sophia snapped at him.

“What! You came here to see a man-eating monster didn’t you! Well that’s what you’re gonna get,” he hiccuped again and his stomach gurgled with agreement. Or was it in opposition? Yonah looked at tad woozy.

“You’re gonna kill them to spite us!?” Sophia crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

Yonah pouted for a few seconds. Looking rather silly. His friends didn’t seem phased by his decision, probably because he wasn’t very convincing at this point. Even with a belly full of screaming humans and his apathy fueled by a horrible bloated pain and drowsiness.

“No,” he admitted, but he wasn’t happy about it. He still couldn’t bring himself to kill three random people on a whim. That wasn’t him.

“But don’t think any of you are off the hook! I’m going to be hungry when I spit these fools up”

Great. He said it, and now the three inside him went positively bananas. Confused? Elated?

“Yeah you heard me, you’re getting out alive! Aren’t you lucky! So how about you stop moving so much” They were cheering even though he hadn’t actually spit them up yet. Ugh.. it hurt.

“/Urrg/ I need to lie down for a minute,” he gingerly got out of his chair and lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. So cool. It drained the heat of embarrassment from his body. And his stomach relaxed too. Much better. Seemed like they were listening to him too and weren’t squirming, but adjusting.

OOF he let out a yell as did the humans in his stomach as something landed on them! He craned his neck to see the princess sitting atop his sore stomach gleefully rubbing it. Glancing to the side he saw Eli and Avshi leaning against him too.

“How are they doing in there?” Eli asked, pressing a hand to his stomach. Retracting it when she felt one of them move. Hmm she didn’t like that. It was fine when it was one of them in there… this was different.

“They’re- hic- fine. Just very very cramped,” he let his friends continue to massage his belly. Except for Eli. A bit too uncomfortable. She preferred to stay by his face, which he turned to look at her with a pathetic little smile.

“How you can do this I don’t understand it,” she stroked his nose and he closed his eyes.

“Because you’re not a giant,” he said, sticking his tongue out to lick at her, “nor are you evil.”

“Oh yessss the very evil Yonah, who eats folks but won’t kill them,” she kicked at his tongue. He could get a taste AFTER he spit up the thieves.

“Hey! I’m very terrifying! You said so!”

“Terrifying? Yes!” She pet his forehead. “Monstrous? Absolutely! That was quite a performance. But Evil? I’m not so sure,” she explained as she moved on to ruffling his hair. It was so fluffy.

“Hey guys, do you think I’m evil?” He wasn’t asking Sophia or Avshi, but the three thieves, he poked his stomach to make sure they knew.

“YES!” They cried in unison. Then one continued “FOR THE SAKE OF THE GODS LET US OUT!”

Yonah rolled onto his side and Sophia fell off. “It’s about that time, but I’d rather not throw up on my nice clean Workshop floor.”

He picked up his friends and went downstairs to the kitchen to spit up in the sink, which was filling with water. Painfully aware of his two wizard buddies watching with fascination, he quickly regurgitated three thieves. Too quickly! Coughing and panting he slumped over, leaning against the cabinets.

“I never fucking learn,” he said more to himself than anyone else. “Three humans is too many.”

But he had to recover as the thieves cleaned up fast and as Yonah’s friends and Sophia were on the floor with him, they were making their way towards the door.

“Oh no you don’t!” He stood up and snatched the thieves into his arms once again. The blood rushes to his head and his vision blurred with grey and tan fractals. The thieves screamed as he squished them to his chest so he wouldn’t drop them.

“Calm the fuck down I’m not gonna eat you again!”

He noticed that his friends and Sophia had managed to climb up the embroidery of his robes while his head cleared. Sophia and Avshi on the right shoulder and Eli on the left. He proceeded back upstairs to release the thieves onto the windowsill.

They didn’t need any prompting to skedaddle the moment the wizard stepped back. The three wizards and one princess watched them disappear into the woods. Before Yonah also climbed out of the window and dropped into his garden with a earth shaking THUD!

“Hey! Warning next time!” Eli was gripping his collar with white knuckles.

“And why are we outside?” Sophia asked.

“It’s a nice day!” Yonah walked over to his favorite apple tree (the one big enough for him to lean against) and he sat down in the shade. He plucked his friends from his shoulders to cradle them in his arms.

“What am I to do with you three?” He smiled.

Eli crossed her arms “I have no idea what you mean!”

“I think you do,”  he brought her to his face, “it was very rude to spy on me!”

“We didn’t want to throw you off your game!” Avshi said. “It’s not like we can plan ahead of time for thieves!”

“I suppose not,” he looked up at the leaves, apple blossoms peppering the branches. “But it still deserves punishment!”

He licked Eli who was expecting it and had put her hands in front of her face.

“You can’t eat us! We don’t have the supplies for the spell!” She protested being actually shoved into his mouth.

“I can too!”

Eli looked shocked. Would he really risk it!?

“But I’ve had my fill for today.”

She relaxed. Not completely because he basically stated he didn’t have a problem eating them without protection. Avshi pouted, “I’d be willing to get eaten” they said under their breath.

“Yonah HaEsh has had his full? I don’t believe it!” Sophia wrestled herself free of his embrace to lay in the crook of his elbow.

“Ehhh,” he half rolled his eyes, “I don’t feel like swallowing and so quickly spitting up anymore people.” He paused. Eli had lowered her guard and he quickly flicked his tongue at her face and she squealed in frustration. She had washed her hair this morning. All glossy and straight but curled at the ends into sharp points! and now it was ruined!!!

Graciously he put her down in his lap. “Takes a lot out of me, and I did it three times today!”

“Now that I believe,” she smiled and then opened her eyes again “Wait that means you’re gonna eat me!”

With her curse lasting FOUR hours which could be reset while inside him… eating her didn’t have come with the downside of quick regurgitation.

“You’re the one who called Avshi and Eli here,” he pointed out.

“Great,” she didn’t feel like being eaten today but she couldn’t really stop him, and she had thoroughly embarrassed him. It wasn’t like she didn’t expect this. She had hoped he would have been satisfied with the thieves. She should have known better.

“not now!” He grinned from ear to ear. “I think I shall have you for dessert!”

Oh. So he planned to sleep with her in his stomach! Fine. So she wouldn’t have to subject herself to the ordeal for a good many hours. It was only midday.

“Hey! I said I would be fine being eaten!” Avshi said a little louder, standing up unbalanced, hands on their hips.

“Sorry Avshi! Im too tired,” Yonah lifted them to his face, licking his lips, “so it’s just licks.”

“Eli was wrong, you are evil,” they didn’t resist as Yonah shoved them into his mouth but didn’t make any indication of swallowing them.

Eli sat down and closed her eyes. Sitting on Yonah while he… enjoyed a human snack… wasn’t the most pleasant activity, but at least he wasn’t tasting her anymore! She made use of his robe as a hammock and lay down, ignoring the noises from above. Yonah’s gleeful giggles and Avshi’s muffled exclamations were a bit distracting.

Eventually Yonah slid Avshi from His mouth and made sure they cleaned up before joining Eli in his lap.

“How about lunch, in an hour?” He suggested as his friends settled down, yawning as he did. He re-adjusted his position against the tree to be more congruent for proper relaxation.

They all agreed. A nap before lunch was just what they all needed.

And it was a very nice day.

[FIN]

[Thanks for reading! please reblog! for more mystic woods go to vore-scientist.tumblr.com/tagged/mystic+woods+story or search ‘mystic woods story’ on my blog! For thief stories only search “MW Thieves”]