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shigarakis-cumdump · 3 years

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An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader

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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song “An Unhealthy Obsession,” by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra.

Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies

Word count: 1.9k

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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.

“Will this be all?” you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.

“Um, yeah, that’s all.” he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.

“This one’s my favorite; I’ve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!” you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!

“Thanks,” he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.

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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.

Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. “Bingo!” he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? What’s this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. “Why would you want a bastard like him?” he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at “your favorite restaurant” together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you weren’t still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didn’t see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.

Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, “Do you play games often?”

“Oh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately I’ve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!” you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .

“C-Cool, then I’ll see you through a screen next time,” Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. “Oh, what time do you get out?” he asks, and you give him a confused look. “S-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..” he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. That’s perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.

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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. “You’re a friendly little guy, aren’t you?” he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Don’t get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.

Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. “You want something, Shiro? You need some food?” he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories you’d have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.

It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasn’t experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!

“Y/N… god you’re so tight..” he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“God please- fuck, I’m close, Shiggy!” you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe you’d even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.

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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasn’t too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.

A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasn’t big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier! Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and Shiro’sCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didn’t know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. “Uh yeah, you sound great,” he blurts out. “Oh, Shigaraki?” you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didn’t make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldn’t wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!

It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly… Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when he’s standing over you? Certainly that’s not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before he’s out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When you’d see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.

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“Oh, hey!” Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. “Last night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?” you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.

#shigaraki #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere #stalker shigaraki #an unhealthy obsession #no smut #drabble #shigarakithirst

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beautiful-and-terrible · 3 years

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dazed ’n’ confused (part 2)

A/N: omg this part was so much longer than i ancitipated sorry T__T and i promise in part 3 we will get some fun stuff ;)

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x OFC

Warnings: none (for this chapter)

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The whole day, Nicole was distracted. She sat in her lifeguard chair, biting her nails, eyes concealed by her sunglasses and gazing at nothing. The pool manager ended up telling her off because she let multiple people dive off the board at the same time. She was a mess on the way home, too. She stopped at her favorite gas station to get slushy and almost left her bike behind, aimlessly wandering toward her house before she remembered she hadn’t walked there in the first place.

She got home and hopped in the shower, rinsing off the sunscreen and sweat, trying to forget how warm Rodrick’s hands felt under her own, how she had been close enough to smell laundry detergent and cinnamon gum. His dark eyes and full lips.

She almost slipped getting out of the shower.

She tried to write music and get him off her mind, but all of her songs ended up sounding sad and sappy or slow and sultry. It was maddening.

The next day, Saturday, Nicole woke up more irritated than usual. She normally wasn’t a morning person, but this was next level. She did her makeup quickly and threw her hair into a pair of messy french braids. She decided to treat herself to an ice coffee, so she grabbed her wallet and headed outside to her bike.

Despite it being 9:30 in the morning, Rodrick was already outside… mowing grass? Nicole had never once seen him do that before. Giving him a short wave, she coasted down her driveway and headed into town toward the Starbucks.

As she stopped at the sign at the end of their street, she looked back. Rodrick was looking in her direction, but Nicole shook away the thought that he could’ve been staring. She looked both ways quickly before pedaling quicker than she had before.

The Starbucks was about a 20 minute bike ride from her house, and Nicole usually took this time to listen to a podcast or her favorite album. This morning, she chose “Dr. Feelgood” by

Motley Crue - she was a sap, sue her. She liked to remember the little things about people. She definitely recognized the chord progressions and drum patterns replicated in Loded Diper’s songs - at least, the songs that she had heard muffled through the garage door as she hung her head out her window to listen.

A short time later, Nicole hopped off her bike and locked it in place, skipping with anticipation for the sweetest, creamiest ice coffee she could get her little hands on. She walked up to the cashier, browsing the menu quickly.

“Hi, Welcome to Starbucks - what can I get started for you?”

“I’ll do a iced caramel macchiato with almond milk and light ice, please.”

“For sure, anything else?”

“No, thanks,” Nicole said, pulling out a five dollar bill and some ones.

“Hey, aren’t you new in town? You came into school at the end of the semester.”

Nicole looked up at the cashier, just now noticing what she looked like. She was cute in a pixie, petite kind of way, with short brown hair and big green eyes. If Nicole hadn’t been so enamored with Rodrick, she probably would’ve developed a big whopping crush on this girl, too.

“Yeah, I’m Nicole. You go to PVH, too?”

“I’m Caitlin - we were in bio together, I think.” Nicole wracked her brains, thinking back to the last bit of school she could remember.

“Oh, right, we partnered up a couple times.” Nicole said, smiling.

“Hey, if you want, a couple of friends and I are having a party tonight. You should come,” Caitlin said, flashing a dimpled smile. Nicole felt her tummy flip - mostly from excitement, and the elation of feeling included by her peers.

“For sure, just text me the number.” Nicole wrote down her number on a hot beverage sleeve and slid it towards Caitlin.

“Cool, see you then. Oh, and your drink will be right over there.”

“Thanks.”

Biting her lip to keep from grinning like a crazy person, Nicole moved down the divided counter to wait for her drink. The whole bike ride home she couldn’t help thinking that maybe moving to this town wasn’t such a bad thing after all. The day ended up not being as horrifically hot as yesterday, and Nicole’s mood had improved significantly after a heavy dose of caffeine.

But, when she rounded the corner back onto her street, Rodrick was still outside, mowing the lawn. And lord have mercy, for such a skinny looking boy, he had some seriously toned arms. Nicole almost crashed her bike into the curb, narrowly avoiding spilling her drink all over herself. She rode past him up her own driveway without acknowledging him, even though this time he was the one who waved to her. Payback for flaunting his ridiculous arms in front of her at 10:30 in the morning.

She went inside to change into her bathing suit and the usual denim shorts she wore over them. She didn’t need to leave for work for another hour, so she plugged her electric guitar into the amp in her room and fiddled around with learning some Motley Crue riffs that she remembered from her morning bike ride. Nicole wasn’t a prodigy by any means, but she had been playing guitar for long enough that she knew the basic chord structure of most of their popular songs.

As she stood up to slip on her black converse, she saw her phone had lit up with a text. Unknown number.

“Hey, its Caitlin :) the address is 460 Norfolk Drive. Party starts @ 10!”

Nicole did a little dance. “Cool, I’ll be there :)” she texted back, and ran down the stairs back to the garage to get her bike again. She was so excited by the idea of hanging out with people her age that she almost didn’t see Rodrick leaning against his own bike at the end of her driveway.

“Your lawn looks good,” Nicole teased as she rode by. If Rodrick had any snarky reply, she was gone before she heard it. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him standing with his mouth agape. She laughed to herself before starting her regular route to the city pool.

Not long after she started her shift, perched in her lifeguard chair with the umbrella angled to deflect the worst of the sun, Rodrick showed up with his two friends. They seemed to be attached at the hip. One was shorter than Rodrick, with long, surfer-style blonde hair, and one was about Rodrick’s height, with short dark hair and a cool slit in his eyebrow.

Nicole was glad her sunglasses were dark enough to not see her eyes, because she definitely would’ve been caught staring by now. Rodrick wasn’t muscular by any means, or athletic, but there was still something cute and boyish about his gangly frame, and the way his shoulder muscles flexed when he took his shirt off was… for lack of a better word, distracting.

The first couple of hours passed uneventfully, and Nicole started to doze in her chair, chin propped up on her hand. The combination of warm sun and cool breeze lull her into a half-awake state. It was adult swim, so there weren’t any kids to worry about. She could close her eyes for a few minutes and…

She heard him before she saw him. The signature sound of the diving board being bounced once, twice, and then…

Nicole was doused in freezing cold water.

The huge splash covered both sides of the pool, high enough to reach her in her life guard chair. Moaning with displeasure, Nicole wrenched her sunglasses off her face and pointed an accusing finger at the grinning boy in the water. Fucking Rodrick.

“You’re dead, you little shit.” Nicole growled, and left her sunglasses on the seat of her lifeguard chair before diving in the pool.

The cool water enfolded her, silky and calm, before she came up under Rodrick and unleashed all hell. Still under water, she grabbed his ankles to pull him down. She heard his shout of alarm before it transformed into bubbles.

Underwater, her vision was blurred, but Nicole could still see Rodrick laughing and the dark outline of his eyes. She found herself laughing too as they briefly wrestled and tried to drag the other farther underwater before they both broke the surface, gasping for air.

“Okay, okay mercy,” Rodrick gasped as Nicole wound her arms around his neck in a headlock.

“Stay off the diving board, or I’ll make you drink the kiddy pool water.”

“Oh my god, kids pee in there!”

“Exactly,” Nicole laughed before shoving him away, though it wasn’t very aggressive considering the water softened the blow. Rodrick was still laughing behind her.

“Damn, if I get that kind of a reaction every time I jump in the pool, maybe I’ll do it for a living,” he called after her.

Nicole dunked her head under water once more to adjust her hair before climbing out of the deep end on the latter, electing to ignore that last comment. Now that she was back in her life guard chair, she couldn’t believe how impulsive she had been. Some kind of instinct took over and before she knew it, she had been flying out of her chair to give Rodrick a taste of his own medicine.

And now that she was thinking about it even more, the more embarrassed she became. Oh God, had she been super obvious? And more than that, had she been unprofessional?

She looked around the pool to see if her manager was watching - luckily, no sign of him. Most of the other pool guests weren’t paying that much attention either, except Rodrick’s friends, who were still laughing hysterically as Rodrick dried himself off by shaking his hair like a wet dog.

Nicole had touched more of Rodrick than she had the other day when they accidentally touched hands. Way more of him. Not that she exactly remembered the feeling of every limb, but the contact still made her feel more than a little weak in the knees.

They didn’t even know each other that well! What was she thinking!

Nicole spent the rest of her shift biting her nails anxiously, and when her co-worker came to switch chairs she ran to hide in the employee lounge next to the girls bathrooms.

By the time five o’clock came, she had calmed down a little bit, but was still embarrassed by her frankly juvenile behavior. She helped clean up the pool area by hosing it down and picked up some left over trash before heading to her bike.

And, because Nicole had maybe the worst (or best, it was hard to say) luck in the world, Rodrick was waiting for her.

“Figured I could ride home with you, since you like being near me so much,” Rodrick called as she approached. Nicole groaned, rolling her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have to get near you if you didn’t a) act like a child, and b) violate pool rules.”

“I’m pretty sure “almost drawing a patron” counts as violating pool rules, Nikky.”

“Don’t call me that,” Nicole spat with no real heat behind it.

“If you’re gonna ride home with me, you’re gonna pay for my slushy,” Nicole called over her shoulder as she started pedaling away.

“Ooo, is this a date?” Rodrick laughed, and Nicole flipped him off without looking. “C’mon, I thought we were getting along since I fixed your tire?”

Nicole, tired of the banter and not able to think of a better response, decided to take mercy on him.

“No… no. We’re cool. I’d rather have my dumb neighbor as a friend than no one at all.”

Rodrick pulled up next to her on his bike, tongue peeking between his teeth as he tried to suppress a grin. “Yeah, you seem cool. At least, your music taste isn’t completely horrible.”

“Oh, and yours is perfect, I’m assuming?”

“Naturally,” Rodrick said, pedaling faster to pull a wheelie in front of her, obviously trying to show off. In all honesty, it was a pretty cool trick - but Nicole would never tell him that. The evening was cooling down, but the sun was still a couple hours from setting, so everything had a deep golden glow - the trees seemed greener, and the grass softer, and random birds would occasionally chirp from deep within the woods. The world felt alive and wonderful and terribly, terribly exciting.

“So, why the hell did you move to Plainview?” Rodrick asked.

“Wasn’t like it was my choice. My Dad got a new job, and my Mom works from home so she can take care of us - so me and my two little sisters just got the short end of the straw.”

“You have sisters?”

“Yeah, Caroline and Georgia. Do you have siblings?”

Rodrick rolled his eyes, “Yeah, two shit head little brothers, Greg and Manny. Well, Manny isn’t really a shit head, ‘cause he’s like three, but I know he will be once he hits four.”

Nicole laughed. They were nearing the gas station she liked to get slushies from, so she suddenly started pedaling faster and yelled behind her, “First one there buys!”

She narrowly made it there before him, laughing at his red face and shaking legs as he dismounted his bike.

“No one should be that fast,” he panted, but smiled as he opened the door for her.

The blast of air conditioning felt good on Nicole’s heated skin, and she made a B-line for the slushy machine.

“Blue raspberry is the obvious best choice,” Nicole said, filling her cup up to the brim.

“No way, cherry is the only valid flavor,” Rodrick said, already munching on a bag of sour gummy worms. She raised an eyebrow at him and he simply winked in response, causing Nicole to turn her head away when she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

Rodrick paid for their stuff and they spent the rest of the bike ride home trying to throw gummy worms at each other and catch them in their mouths.

“So.. there's a van. Outside your house. With your band name on it,” Nicole said, pointedly looking at him. Rodrick looked straight ahead.

“Yeah.”

“And yet, you’re out here riding your bike. With me.”

“Yeah.”

“So what's the hold up? You don’t have your license yet or something?”

“I can drive!” Rodrick said indignantly, his voice cracking slightly, causing you to throw your head back in laughter.

“I’m saving up money to get it fixed,” he grumbled, pulling another wheelie.

“Doing tricks won’t distract me from this, Rodrick.

“Fine. Once its fixed, I’ll take you for a ride, deal?”

“Deal,” Nicole said primly, taking a sip of her slushy.

Sooner than she thought, they ended up in front of their respective homes. The time had flown by - she hadn’t even noticed they were close.

She was about to wave goodbye and turn to go up her driveway when Rodrick cleared his throat.

“Hey, um… my band and I - we’re having practice tonight. Again. We have a gig later this week so we wanna practice as much as possible. Uhm. Would you wanna stop by? You can bring your guitar or whatever,” he said, looking down at his shoes that he was currently scuffing against the sidewalk.

“How do you know I play guitar?”

Somehow, Rodrick looked even more sheepish. “Uh, you left your window open, earlier. When you were practicing.”

This time, Nicole was the one to blush. Fuck. She hadn’t even thought about any one being able to hear her. And after Rodrick told her Loded Diper was originally a Motley Crue cover band.... Oh, he definitely knew she was whipped. Fuck!

“Haha, oh, yeah… uh, sure. I can come over.”

Rodrick grinned - a genuinely excited smile, not his usual impish smirk. It made Nicole’s heart stutter in her chest.

“Come over in an hour - I’ll get snacks.”

Nicole turned away without another word, deciding they would have plenty more to say to each other very soon. But fucking hell, what was she going to wear?

#rodrick heffley #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x original female character #rodrick heffley x ofc

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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William Breaks the Animatronics (Kinda???)

William is not very techy. But that has never stopped him before. This time, William causes a glitch to occur which...causes some mixed feelings.

William’s body screeched to a halt as he reached his best friend. “Ohthankgod! You’re here! Finally! It took long enough!” William reacted with worry in his voice.

“Geez, you’re impatient.” Henry responded.

“I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING AND I’M TOO SCARED TO TRY ANYTHING ELSE.” William admitted.

Henry sighed. William was not exactly the most techy guy. Sure, he could plug in a video game console and figure out some basic animatronic repairs. But there was always a limit to his knowledge and more often than not, William would cross the line of knowledge. That often leads to Henry Nascar-driving his way over to the Pizzeria at 9:30 at night to save his ass. Again.

“What is it this time?” Henry asked. “Did you miswire the joints again?” Henry asked.

“Nope. The joints are fine.” William replied.

“Did you accidentally trigger another shut down?” Henry asked.

“No, he’s still very much alive and moving.” William replied, looking at it.

Henry thought, before widening his eyes. “You didn’t...destroy the ticking circuit spine, did you?” Henry asked.

William looked at him with blank eyes.

“You better not have!” Henry warned. “Cause those are the most expensive, customized equipment we had to buy for these new animatronics!” Henry reacted.

“No, I didn’t. I promise.” William replied.

Henry looked at him with narrowing eyes, before letting him off the hook. “Okay. What’s the problem?” Henry asked.

William looked at Freddy Fazbear and the other Toy animatronics and gulped. “They’re…” His breath hitched in his throat as Chica waved to him.

“They’re...what?” Henry asked.

“PLAY TIME!” All of them yelled.

Henry’s eyes widened as William shrieked in horror!

“GET THE PURPLE ONE!” Bonnie shouted!

“I’LL GET THE ONE IN THE GLASSES!” Freddy declared.

“RUN!” William shouted to Henry.

Suddenly, both of the boys were off. Sprinting around the pizzeria, and being followed by running, stomping animatronics that made the ground raddle with their steps!

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!” Henry asked loudly.

“I DON’T KNOW!” William yelled back.

“COME PLAY WITH US!” Bonnie yelled.

“I LOVE CHASING GAMES!” Foxy reacted happily.

Henry and William both sprinted to the prize corner and hid behind the prize counter. It became pretty clear though, that two grown men could not fit back there.

“My spot. Called it.” Henry pushed William out from behind the prize corner.

“Henry, don-...AAH!” William got himself up immediately and took off towards the stage. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

Suddenly, all the animatronics skidded to a stop and gasped. “He said another bad word!” Freddy reacted.

Henry popped his head out from behind the counter. “Wait, another?”

“You bet! William has had quite the potty mouth. We should have a swear slot!” Foxy told him.

“Mr. Emily, can you make me a swear slot?” Freddy asked.

Henry looked at him with utter concern. “...Uuuuh…”

“Speaking of swearing:” Chica ran up and picked William up. “I GOT ‘EM!” She declared proudly.

“Let me have him!” Foxy begged.

“No, ME!” Bonnie yelled.

“Oh my…” Freddy reacted.

Henry widened his eyes. “AAH- C-Careful! Don’tdrophim!” Henry tried to whisper.

“Don’t worry, Henry! We’ll be extra careful!” Chica reassured him. Chica then proceeded to throw him up into the air and catch him in her arms. “Alright! Get ‘em, boys!” Chica declared.

Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all reached their hands towards William and walked up to crowd him! “NO!” Henry sprinted up to the animatronics to prevent them from pulling him apart or killing him. He had NO idea as to why they were malfunctioning this much! But all he knew at this point, was that William was NOT going to die from them! And he was gonna make sure of that!

Henry struggled to push himself through the animatronics. So, he tried climbing them. But it didn’t take long for Henry to give up that tactic as well. “GUYS! LET HIM GO! NOW! HE’S DONE NOTHING-”

Suddenly, Henry heard a familiar sound fill the air. It sounded unusual, it sounded bubbly, and it sounded...happy?

Well, mixed with whining.

“HEY! AHA! Ah ah! NO! Get off- HAHAHA! Ohohoff! NOHOhohoho!” He heard.

“W-Wait…” Henry pushed himself through the animatronics and blinked in surprise at the sight:

Foxy and Bonnie were tickling William while Chica was pinning him down!

“..........How-”

“You taught us!” Chica told Henry.

“No I didn’t!” Henry protested. Then, he remembered something. “W-Well, I did plan something like this...But I didn’t go through with it, so you shouldn’t have been able to learn it.” Henry admitted.

Freddy walked up to Henry with a giggle. “Look what I can do now! Hold still!” Freddy instructed. Freddy’s eyes turned blue as he scanned up and down Henry’s body.

“It looks like Henry is somewhat ticklish-” Freddy started pointing to certain ticklish spots as he named them.

Henry shrieked and pushed at the robotic pointing finger. “FREDDY!”

“-der arms, sides, hips, belly button, and toes! But your worst spot appears to be your neck!” Freddy lightly poked and tweaked Henry’s sides to get him to stop pushing.

“aaAAUGH! No, knock it off. Now.” Henry ordered. “I don’t know where you discovered that piece of code, but I am NOT in the mood to deal with it right now.” Henry warned sternly.

“My goodness! Such an attitude.” Foxy reacted.

“Stahahap ihihihit! Thehehe mohomehent Ihihi’m ohout of hehehere, I’m shuhuhuttihing you dohohown! Ohohohon PUHURPOSE thihis tihihihime!” William warned.

“We’ll see…” Freddy replied.

“I think you’ve already done more than enough on us!” Chica added.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup, you ungrahatefuhuhul pihihiece of sprahahaypahainted mehetahahal!” William shot back.

Henry pushed away Freddy’s hands and threw his arms out in defense. “STAP! Stop stop stop.” Henry got out of Freddy’s grip and looked at him. “Freddy: What did William do?” Henry asked.

Freddy stopped upon his command and smiled. “William showed me a new program titled ‘Play time’.” Freddy explained.

Henry tilted his head. ‘Play time’? Now what in the world-

“Let William go for a minute.” Henry ordered to Chica.

Just as she was told, Chica let William go and placed him back onto his feet. William took a moment to get his breath back before walking up to Henry and pointing at Freddy’s arm. “I...I had this opened earlier.” William told him.

William clicked a button to open up Freddy’s left arm plate and looked at the switches and buttons. Then, William watched as Henry clicked and held a bigger button that shut Freddy down.

When Freddy was unconscious, Henry turned to his coworker. “Okay. Now, what were you trying to do here?” Henry asked.

“I was...trying to fix the facial recognition problem…” William admitted.

Henry facepalmed himself. “William…Why?” He asked.

“Cause it was broken. The facial recognition and the staring, it was creeping out some of the parents. And frankly, you weren’t trying to fix it either.” William replied. “Will...I have been trying to fix the facial recognition for years. The facial recognition is BROKEN! BEYOND REPAIR!” Henry sternly told him. It CANNOT BE FIXED! I have TOLD YOU THIS A THOUSAND TIMES!” Henry yelled at him.

William widened his eyes and pointed at Freddy. “But- DUDE! The animatronics weren’t staring at us! They were reacting! REACTING! That means I did something, right?!” William asked.

Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked at Freddy. The pupils of Freddy’s eyes were...a strange color of green. He didn’t even know that Freddy’s eyes were capable of that color! “So...Can you remember what you did?” Henry asked.

William rubbed his own arm. “Well...Not really.”

Henry groaned and rubbed his own nose. “You are an idiot. A complete lunatic.” Henry told him.

William sighed. “But, I can remember what I clicked.” William added.

Henry looked up at him, and looked at the small red button that William was pointing at. It was located on the top of Freddy’s arm. Looking closer at it, Henry narrowed his eyes and took the blueprints out of his hands.

“That button shouldn’t-” Henry looked at the blueprints and pointed at the spot. “That button is not on the blueprints. That button shouldn’t exist. At all.” Henry told him.

William blinked in confusion. “...So, you don’t know what it does then?” William asked.

Henry shook his head. “Nope.”

Henry pushed the button with his finger and held it. He felt something click, and suddenly:

Toy Freddy’s body turned right back on and stared into space. William walked to the front and widened his eyes. “Uh oh…” William grabbed Henry, and pulled him in front to see the animatronic’s eyes: they were green! “Henry, we have to get out-”

Freddy started walking towards the other Toy animatronics and started opening up their arm plates too! When that was happening, William pulled Henry to a hiding spot to watch from a distance.

Freddy revealed that every Toy animatronic had the same button on their arm! Freddy clicked that very button on all of them, and watched as they woke right up without the chance to restart.

“Where are they?” Toy Freddy asked.

“THERE THEY ARE!” Foxy sprinted to the back of the prize counter and picked Henry up! “aAAAAH! PUT ME DOWN! FOXY! PUT ME DOWN NOW!” Henry ordered.

Foxy brought Henry over to Freddy. “Well look who’s back!” Freddy reacted. “And I have some great news as well! I remember all your sensitive spots! Meaning, I don’t have to scan you again!” Freddy declared.

Before Henry could say anything, the Toy animatronics started crowding around him and moving their hands right towards his ticklish spots. Foxy and Chica each tickled an armpit, Freddy went for his hips, and Bonnie went for his belly button!

“Nohoho WAHAHAIT! Nohot sohoho mahahany spohohots ahat ohohonce- NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Henry yelled.

William peeked his head out from under the counter. It didn’t take very long for Henry to burst into loud laughter. William really wanted to help him. It was his fault, after all. But...He also liked seeing Henry laugh like that. And frankly, he would just get himself stuck in the tickle fight as well.

“STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE! GEHEHET AHAHAFTOHOHON! HEHEHE’S BEHEHIHIND THEHE COHOHOUNTEHER!” Henry yelled at them.

Bonnie quickly looked over at the counter, and walked away from the crowd. William immediately gulped and hid himself more while Bonnie walked closer and closer to the counter. Bonnie walked to the front and leaned over, seeing his purple shirt immediately.

“There you are!” Bonnie declared. Suddenly, William felt a pair of hands grab his sides. But he didn’t get lifted up right away. Instead, Bonnie started skittering and squeezing his sides! William immediately squeaked and flopped onto his side. With William on his side and his face more visible, Bonnie tickled his belly next.

“HehehehAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! BOHOHONNIHIHIE GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!” William tried to push himself away from him at first. But Bonnie was one step ahead of him!

The moment the man scooted himself away with his feet, Bonnie grabbed his ankle and pulled him out from behind the counter! “I FOUND AFTON!” Bonnie declared.

“LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW! I’M WARNING YOU!” William ordered.

Bonnie, who was enjoying acting like a little shit, removed William’s shoe and scratched a finger on his foot.

“LET MEHE GOHOHO- NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MYHYHY FEEEEHEHEHEHEHET!” William shrieked and laughed hysterically while kicking his other foot.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Afton!” Bonnie teased as he grabbed the other foot. The bunny removed the other shoe from the second foot and immediately started tickling his other foot with the first one. “What a small pair of ticklish tootsies!”

William arched his back and shouted loudly, before immediately falling into a fit of cackles and laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!” William begged.

“Sorry Nr. Afton! You’ve been swearing, acting rude, and breaking rules all evening! Just accept your fate, Afton.” Bonnie explained.

“WHAHAT AHAHABOHOHOUT MEHEHEHE?! IHIHI DIHIHID NOHOHOTHIHIHING!” Henry asked as his neck was being attacked by Chica.

“Despite your name calling towards Mr. Afton, You’ve been quite good! So I’m not gonna tickle you for much longer.” Chica offered.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY, THAHAHANK YOHOHOU!” Henry replied.

“But I wanna tickle Emily! Let me tickle him!” Foxy reacted.

“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” Henry shouted.

“Okay! I can do that! 2 more minutes for me, okay?” Chica asked.

“Okay!” Foxy replied.

Henry mentally cursed to himself. Come on, Foxy! Why must you do this to me?!

Both of the boys were being completely wrecked by the animatronics. And no one could figure out just why! Why were they acting like this in the first place? Who programmed their ability to act playful? Henry had NEVER programmed something like that! And how did they figure out how to tickle? Or scan their tickle spots, for that matter? Was it a glitch? Did a hacker get into their programming? What even happened?!

Around 10:30, the front door of the pizzeria seemed to have opened. A man in overalls, who was jingling a pair of keys, had walked in. It was Mr. White: the custodian! He had heard laughing when he first walked in. But he did NOT expect to see tickling animatronics! It was...almost funny to see! An entertaining moment between the two bosses and the animatronic robots they created.

So, the custodian decided to let them have their fun and left them alone. It wouldn’t hurt to go to bed a little more late than usual, right? He has all night to sweep and mop the place down. He could even come the next morning if he wanted to!

So, Mr. White locked the outside of the door for the night and let them be. They’ll be fine, right?

#fnaf2 #anxious william afton #william afton is an idiot #henry emily is completely done with william's shit #non-techy william afton #ticklefic #ler!animatronics #lee!henry #lee!william #fluff and humor

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jeonjeonggukenergy · 4 years

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summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, smut - college!au

wordcount ~ 8.5k

warnings ~ 18+ only! smut, explicit discussion of kinks/sexual preferences (yay healthy communication), dom/sub undertones during both discussion and sex (dom Jungkook, sub reader), mentions of daddy kink and degradation but both are a no, marking, biting, hair pulling, spanking, they both have a srs pain kink lmao, brief oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie

a/n ~ SO excited to finally have this chapter out for yall! it’s a huge one and i’ve been working on it for quite a while, this includes the first full smut scene for this fic and i would love to know how yall like it or any other feedback. i really enjoyed writing the character development in this chapter too! they’re so cute and whipped for each other already hhhhhh. thank you so much for loving this story so far, i’m really looking forward to writing the rest. hope you enjoy! ❣️

previous: chapter 1 | chapter 2 ~ next: chapter 4 (coming soon!)

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 3 ~ particular, perfect

You concluded your walk home by ditching your shoes at the door, swinging your bag off your shoulders to the floor, and plopping down onto the couch immediately. Pulling all three nearby blankets over yourself, you realized you still weren't quite comfortable. You looked around for a second, puzzled, until an absentminded clutch of your boobs reminded you why. Triumphantly, you reached into a sleeve to untangle your bra and chucked it across the room with a deep stretch of relief. Okay, time to overthink again.

Jungkook? What the fuck?

Wait. A bag of chips on the kitchen counter caught your eye before you could descend any further into panic. The perfect emotional crutch. You clutched it to your chest like a safeguard against your own internal monologue, anxiously shoving handful after handful into your mouth. After about thirty minutes spent motionless on the couch with one hand shoved in the chip bag and the other distractedly scrolling through Twitter, your eyes suddenly widened and your hand froze, dropping your next bite of chips back into the bag. Fuck. You had just eaten nearly an entire family-size bag of chips before what could end up being your first fuck in over a year. Well, maybe this was part of why you hadn't gotten fucked in over a year. No, don't go there. You shoved down your own insecurity, knowing you'd just been too busy for a relationship and honestly, probably still were. But that wasn't going to stop you today.

You shook the chip dust off of your hands and got up to head to the shower, turning up your trashiest throwback playlist of getting-ready bops and resolving to at least shave your legs. Going in with no expectations was probably the best strategy here, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Having cleaned his apartment in record time, Jungkook was now at the gym. After triple-checking that his roommate Jin would be in rehearsal until 10pm at the earliest, he quickly scanned all the common spaces and his bedroom and realized he didn't actually have that much work to do besides politely closing the door to Jin's still-decent-but-somewhat-messier room. To be honest, Jungkook had mainly bought himself the time after class so he could shave just in case. But then he figured if he had to shower, he might as well hit the gym first. So here he was, burning off an unprecedented amount of nervous energy. Settling comfortably into the leg curl machine, he turned his music up and started on a low weight to put in reps until his thighs burned and his head felt pleasantly empty.

After completing his normal leg day rotation and dutifully stretching, Jungkook prepared to head home. He walked out of the gym feeling more energized and centered, barely even flinching when he switched his AirPods off to say bye to the nice girl at the front desk and the action accidentally blasted "Whistle" by Flo Rida from his phone speaker for the whole lobby to hear. As he walked back into his apartment, the kitchen clock let him know it was only 4:30. He had plenty of time. Jungkook hopped straight into the shower, shampooing his hair, shaving everywhere he normally did, and savoring several extra moments to relax his muscles under the hot stream of water. Finally, he toweled off to wrap up in the black t-shirt and cozy matching sweatpants he'd carefully stacked on the counter. Offhandedly singing to himself in the steamy mirror, he checked the time on his phone, deciding he might as well go ahead and text you before he got nervous again and did something stupid. Like chickening out completely.

hey its jk! im ready when u are :) my apt is 344 glencoe rd #1521 (yes its on the 15th floor sry D: )

His charming old-school smileys lit up your phone while you still had a leg perched on the bathtub's edge.

"Fuck!" you reacted. The hiss resounded, thanks to the too-good acoustics of your cramped bathroom. Your razor clattering to the floor, you paused your max-volume 2000s music to check the message, and then the time. Only 5! That wasn't dinnertime yet. Plugging his address into Google Maps, though, you realized it was a 15- to 20-minute drive from yours on the opposite end of campus. Even if you got ready at light-speed, you would get there closer to 5:30. Which was a bit more reasonable. He was being reasonable! You should be ready by now!

You leaned over to pick up your razor and cursed again as the water stream grazed the blouse you'd left on out of laziness. You'd showered this morning, so there was no need to repeat that with your shave, but now you'd have to change outfits completely. Feeling like an idiot, naked from the waist down but now all the way wet, you peeled the shirt over your head slowly to preserve your good hair day and glanced down at the dilemma you'd been facing. The patch of hair between your legs stared back at you like the final boss of stupid societal beauty standards. You'd only shaved down there once, as an anniversary present for your first boyfriend the summer before college, and it had been a fun, smooth novelty for about two hours and then itchy, red, gross-looking, and miserable for about three weeks. Also, it had kind of made you feel like a little girl, which creeped you out when you thought about why guys would prefer it. You'd been debating whether to try it again for the past fifteen minutes, because if there was ever a right time, this was probably it. But now you didn't have time, if you were going to be respectful and not keep Jungkook waiting. Well, this was the real you. He could take it or leave it.

Slathering a quick coat of lotion over your freshly shaved legs, you prepared to get dressed in a soft pastel sweatshirt and a flattering pair of workout shorts. Wait, should you wear lingerie? Was that too try-hard? You didn't really even need to wear underwear with these lined shorts, which could be a cool-girl move, you supposed. You settled on a cute white sports bra to go with the shorts, not wanting to deal with a real bra and hoping it still appealed to Jungkook's casual, athletic style. You checked yourself in the mirror briefly before grabbing your bag, confirming you looked chill enough but still felt like your best color-coordinated self. Heading out, you shoved a tin of chrysanthemum green tea in your water bottle pocket. Why not?

You whizzed over to Jungkook's apartment, yelling along to "Sex With Me" by Rihanna from your throwback playlist to hype you up in the car. When you knocked on his door after a nerve-wrackingly long elevator ride, Jungkook welcomed you with a "C'mon in!" amidst a mouthful of shrimp chips.

"It's not really dinnertime yet," (yeah, no kidding, you thought) "I went ahead and worked out but it's still kind of early, so I figured we could just have a snack and do the homework first."

"Sounds good," you affirmed. "I'm not really that hungry," (read: there's no way I can eat chips AGAIN right now, I'm going to bloat so badly) "but I brought tea so I can go ahead and make that if you want some too!"

"Oh cool, thanks!" Jungkook accepted. "Are you sure you're not hungry though?"

You almost gave into his sweet pout, but managed to convince him, and soon you both sat at the table with laptops open and twin cups of tea. You had a blast working together for the first time, acting out your "conversation" for the discussion board and pretending to respond spontaneously to each other's points like you hadn't already excitedly rambled back and forth through them in real life. You hit "send" five minutes apart, your idea to not seem too suspicious, and kept raving over Rear Window in between. As the sun lowered outside his living room window, you moved on to making the ramen.

After three offers to help Jungkook, all of which he denied, you simply made another steep of the tea, leaving a mug on the counter for him. Standing at the bar counter sipping yours, you enjoyed all the tiny, cute noises he made while chopping green onions and sprinkling extra garlic in the seasoning, like an anime character who came with his own sound effects. You could tell he made these recipe additions every time, because bulk quantities of the same simple ingredients lined the counters of his cozy kitchen. When he beat two eggs and dropped them into the pot, though, he couldn't seem to find a lid, and eventually settled on trapping the steam with a plate. You both waited on the egg for a silent moment, your foot bouncing under the bar while Jungkook restlessly acquired a slight wiggle. As he took a sip of his tea, a strand of hair fell over his eyes, and he yeeted it out of his face. Your inner language nerd cringed, but there really was no more apt word to describe the action.

You offhandedly said you liked his hair long, and he replied with a smile, "Maybe I'll have to keep it then."

"Do you like it too?" you wondered.

"Honestly no, it's kind of inconvenient."

"Oh, then why would you keep it?" you immediately asked back.

"Well..." he dragged out. "You like it? Maybe I should keep it if it looks better this way."

Your eyes crinkled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness, but then you backtracked. "Wait, no, it's okay! If you don't like it, don't feel like you have to keep it just because of something I said. You can do whatever you want."

"Hm, yeah." A demure smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as he lifted the plate from the ramen pot.

You watched him drag a chopstick through the floating, now-cooked egg to tear it into ribbons, then divide the noodles between two generously-sized bowls. He carefully wiped down the drips of broth from each bowl before sprinkling in his fresh toppings, then walked with you to the table.

Serving you with a pleased smile and a slight nod, he announced, "Dinner!"

"Wow," you mused playfully. "So gourmet."

"I'm really particular about my ramen," he admitted. "I have it down to a perfect routine at this point."

You took your first slurp of his particular, perfect ramen. "Well, it's really good. I'm impressed. And thanks for making me dinner, you didn't have to do all that."

"Oh, come on, it's instant ramen," he laughed. "Nothing special. And you brought the tea, so thanks. And thanks for coming over. And doing the homework with me. And...yeah." Rambling again. Why did he seem so...nervous? You were nervous. He couldn't be nervous. What reason did he have to be? But the twitch of his mouth under his wide eyes, his slightly reddened ears, his hand skittering over his neck—fuck—to ruffle his hair...every action turned another page of his open book. It felt infuriatingly unfair that genetics had assigned someone so sweet and shy and unsure of himself to that fucking body.

While you both ate and talked, you kept catching glimpses of any small flashes of skin you could find, as his long sleeves fell to expose his forearms and the wide neckline of his boxy black shirt gaped around his collarbones. What was wrong with you? Even if this did eventually turn into a dick appointment, the boy still had literally all of his clothes on. You tried to refocus on finishing your noodles, while your brain screamed at itself in shame that you could get this turned on by the sight of someone covered from neck to ankle.

Jungkook ate surprisingly slowly, probably because he kept pausing to excitedly explain his favorite things about the Cowboy Bebop episode you were about to watch together. You smiled into your tea through every out-of-context fun fact and "wait, sorry, that might have been a spoiler!"

Finally, he reached the bottom of his bowl and insisted on both taking your dishes to the sink and leaving them for him to clean later. "You sure you want to start on episode 2? Not 1?"

"Yeah, I remember well enough and your summary helped a lot too!"

"Okay, if you're positive!" he double-checked, grabbing the remote.

Gingerly lowering yourselves to the couch in sync, you avoided looking at each other as you both tried to calculate a comfortable distance between you. His hand looked ready to either hold yours or lower to your thigh, but he retracted at the last second, smoothing it over his own leg anxiously and still clearly itching to make a move. You shuffled closer to him until your thighs barely touched, and he shifted to slink an arm around you, letting your head rest on his well-muscled shoulder. After pressing “play”, he began wiggling slightly again, subconsciously grooving to the old-newspaper-style intro. Spike Spiegel appeared on the screen, his broad shoulders squared into a slouch as he listlessly watched TV. Jungkook kicked one leg over another and stretched his arms out symmetrically to echo the pose. Raising an eyebrow, he waited until you acknowledged him with a faux grimace and a hand to your ear, imitating the old man in a lab who’d just called up Spike for a new mission. You both burst into laughter and settled back into your former arrangement, Jungkook holding you imperceptibly tighter. Though you tried to stay staring straight ahead, wanting to genuinely appreciate the anime, you kept catching his doe eyes in the corner of your sight as you both giggled and gasped your way through the episode.

After avoiding eye contact too many times, you finally tilted your head for a cute sideways view of his face. He leaned toward you too, shyly closing the gap to touch his warm lips to your nose, then lower. You responded immediately, rolling your body with his so your chests met as he pulled you up into a full, deeper kiss. The longer you explored each other's mouths, the more Jungkook punctuated your movements with whimpers. He seemed hesitant to let his hands roam away from your face and neck, but his high, breathy moans made it clear that he was just as into this as you. Your hands had naturally found his taut waist, and at some point you started to bring them back up to his face too—but as your short nails grazed his chest, a particularly sensual, voice-cracking moan interrupted you. You drew back in slight surprise, blinking your eyes open to scan from his face to his body.

He followed your gaze, both slowly settling on the massive tent in his pants. You froze. Your breath grew heavier, confronted with evidence of his physical attraction to you, if nothing else. After regaining his composure, he laid a useless hand over his lap in a delicate attempt to distract you and brought his other hand up to tap your face lightly.

"Is this okay?"

His eyes glittered with equal parts hunger and concern.

"Yes!" you nodded, too quickly, too eagerly. "Yes, this is totally okay. Sorry if I'm being weird, I just...it's been a while." You cringed internally at your own words, but couldn't seem to avoid putting your foot further in your mouth. "I haven't really, like, hooked up like this before—like, I've had sex, but never really outside of a relationship. But don't worry, I get this is more your thing, and I'm totally down if you are. I just don't really know what I'm doing, and you clearly do."

Jungkook blinked at your admission, then his face twisted into something curious, inscrutable. Would he decide you weren't worth the potential for drama? His lips flattened out to a tight line, then pursed to speak, and you looked down at your lap, hoping he wasn't as embarrassed of you as you now were of yourself.

"Well, I've never had sex sober."

Your eyes flashed back up to his. A complex half-smirk offset the furrow in his brow as he exhaled in nervous relief. "So, I don't actually know what I'm doing here either."

You tried to delay your response as you processed the implications. "You mean..." You tilted your head for better eye contact, hoping to convey empathy but not pity while you silently contemplated how to proceed. "Never?"

"Yeah, I've always shown up to parties and the hookups just...happened. Nothing I didn't want, nothing bad like that, but always spontaneous. So I guess we're kind of meeting in the middle, because I've never really had to plan ahead for a situation like this and, uh, figure out what I want. Beyond, yknow, wanting to get laid in the moment, of course." Jungkook laughed off the end of his explanation, but the smile never quite hit his eyes.

"Well, okay, let's pause right there." You sighed. Something in his words didn't sit right with you. "What do you want? I want you to be sure about this, of course, but more than that, even—what do you like?"

"I..." he chuckled, sheepish, shaking his hair over his face again. "What, you want me to just tell you? Like, what I'm into?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, trying to project more confidence than you felt in hopes of encouraging him to keep opening up. "I want you to be able to communicate, I want you to be comfortable. And I want to know what you like, so I can make it as good for you as possible."

With your hands still laid flat on his chest, you felt his heart rate jump a tiny bit, and took the liberty of digging your nails in just slightly deeper. His breath caught him, and then he caught himself. "I don't know, I just want what you want."

Jungkook struggled to appear nonchalant as you rolled your eyes with an "Oh, come on," challenging his avoidance. Every instinct was telling him yes. He could hear his mind screaming at him to be intentional for once and let you take him, if not farther, then deeper than ever before. But he still hesitated, because being intentional in this case required him to be real. He had always been a fairly private person, but something about you made him feel so comfortable so fast that it counterintuitively made him more nervous. Of course Jungkook knew you weren't all innocent at this point, but the risk remained that you wouldn't really be down for everything he secretly wanted to explore. Even worse, though he didn't truly think you would, you could easily turn around and spin anything he revealed into yet another graphic rumor. Especially since you had no skin in the game yourself. He glanced down at your fingers, tensed into his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what you like first? And then I can tell you where we overlap," he grinned competitively. Your eyes widened as he tossed the challenge back your way. Not backing down, you flattened your hands and steeled yourself to settle the stakes.

"Fine—but only if you promise not to just go along with whatever I say. I'll let you know anything that's a hard no for me, but otherwise I want to hear at least one thing that's not on my list. I really do want what you want, that's how I am too, okay? So..." you paused to slide your fingertips over his collar and drag it down with a light scratch, now directly on his skin. You smiled with your eyes, enjoying the way he naturally responded with a hitch of his breath again. "Surely you can think of something specific."

He nodded quickly, before he could convince himself to back out. "Yeah. Promise."

"Okay," you confirmed, slightly nervous but determined to go through with this, for Jungkook's sake if anything. Seeing his body come alive with each new twist of the situation was building your curiosity, not to mention turning you on beyond belief. You could barely stand the warmth of his skin under your hands, so you drew them back to fold in your lap as you began. "So. Uh. To start. I've never really laid it all out like this either. I really like neck kisses? Like, a lot." Equally unused to this kind of directness, you wrung your hands together nervously, but sucked up the boldness to keep elaborating. "That's definitely, like, a big thing that turns me on...and then getting marked up and everything is really hot to me too. Like you can honestly go really rough with me on that, bite me even. I don't know if this is weird but even though it's annoying to cover up, I love taking off the makeup at the end of the day and seeing all the bruises on myself. Knowing I was walking around all day with that as my little secret." You swallowed shyly before continuing, but Jungkook interrupted the brief silence immediately with a hushed "Fuck."

You turned to face him fully and he didn't even move to meet your stare, eyeing the space above your sweatshirt's wide neckline like he was ready to devour you. Emboldened, your smile grew.

"So...yeah. I like being bitten, marked up. Mostly, uh," you rubbed a slightly trembling hand over your shoulder, "I'm just really into pain in general. Obviously not the bad 'I'm too dry and you're jackhammering me' kind of pain, or like, anal. Anal is a hard no. But things like biting, or hair pulling, or overstimulation. Or, like—I don't really know how to explain this, but...getting held too hard? That deep pain like when you get a massage when you're sore and it hurts but it's good, yknow?"

Jungkook looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin, breathing shallow and rapid. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, just in time for you to whisper in conclusion:

"I love that feeling."

You suddenly looked away, reticent. A thick silence swelled between you, until he composed himself enough to punctuate it. "Okay. Yeah. Pain. So like, BDSM?"

"I mean, kind of? Sure? I don't have much experience with that and I don't really need the whole power dynamic aspect; I just like the, uh, physical pain. I wouldn't be opposed to trying further, but one thing I do know is I really don't like being degraded. And I'm not into the whole daddy kink thing either. I'm just not gonna call you that, sorry," you laughed, and fortunately he giggled too. "But I know that's not, like, necessary to the rest of BDSM, and the part about giving up control is still...interesting, for sure."

"Wait," Jungkook cocked his head, making a mental note of your last sentence before he went back to the previous one. "What do you mean, being degraded?"

You half-chuckled, half-cringed, never having needed to explain something like this, especially to a guy you hopefully were about to fuck. Cheers to better communication, you supposed.

"You know, how some people when they do dirty talk are like 'yeah, you little slut, you're such a whore.' I don't like being called any of that. Like it's fine that other people like it, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just really uncomfortable for me."

His brows knit together as you explained, and he shook his head so fast it almost looked cartoonish, like a little kid refusing vegetables. "Yeah, no. Don't worry, not really my thing either."

You sighed in relief. "That's nice. I feel like it's, like, weirdly common with guys. Maybe just the kind of thing people learn from porn."

"But you still like it rough, huh? Did you learn that...from porn?" he half-joked, trying to overcome both his shyness and his gritted-teeth arousal.

"No, I don’t like porn. Most of it’s really unethical. I learned from experience," you sassed back. "I don't have a whole lot, but enough to know what I like."

"Well. Hm." He worked his tongue over his teeth, poking one cheek out over his tensed jaw. You couldn't get enough of watching him grow fascinated by your every revelation, and you were preparing to keep pressing further when he beat you to it, posing a question. "Is there anything you haven't tried before, but really want to?"

Your face heated up instantly, tasting your own medicine. You looked back to your hands, breaking his intense eye contact to give yourself the courage to be even more uncomfortably honest. "I...I...um." Your first attempt at disclosing your fantasy came out as a squeak. Swallowing, you set your shoulders and tried again, selfishly reminding yourself Jungkook seemed so eager to please that this was 99% likely to get you exactly what you wanted. "I've always been, uh, really into the idea of, um, getting spanked. I've been, uh, too nervous to ever bring it up, before now obviously, but it's definitely one of the biggest kinks I've always wanted to try. Maybe being tied up too, I think I'd like it if I tried but I haven't thought about that as much. But, yeah...spanking, definitely."

"Fuuuuuuuuck."

A lengthened version of Jungkook's earlier under-breath exclamation made you peer up at him. Your thighs already pressed together from the tension of admitting something totally new, you found yourself needing even more friction just from the sight of Jungkook with his head thrown back on the couch, a veiny hand threaded in his hair to pull the long waves back from his forehead. The full reveal of his sharp eyebrows brought a whole new level of intensity to Jungkook's already beautifully carved features. He glanced over at you, then squeezed his eyes shut with a terse exhale. You couldn't place why, but you felt a deep attraction to the way he expertly restrained himself from acting on the lust written over his face—not under your control, but his own.

"Oh, fuck. What the fuck. How the fuck would you fucking know," he swore more in a single burst than he cumulatively had ever in your presence.

"What?" you toyed, heart rate still high but relaxed enough to enjoy agitating him. "Something ring a bell?"

Jungkook shuddered out a long breath, hand ruffling his hair as his other forearm still tried desperately to subdue his boner.

"Everything," he hissed, more willing to elaborate now that you had done the same, and especially now that he could tell you really did enjoy him being more assertive. "Shit. I...I want...I know you said not to just say this but I really do want everything you want. I can't wait to mark you up. I can't wait to hold you down and bruise your neck. I want it all, I want to make you hurt so good. And then—" Breathless. He looked almost embarrassed. "Then you had to go and somehow guess basically my biggest fucking kink, I can't fucking believe you." Both hands had come up to seize his long locks as he held himself back physically, while finally letting his guard down mentally to declare everything he intended to do to you. Letting out a short laugh, he finally met your eyes. "I wanna spank your ass bright red. Fuck. This is crazy. You're perfect."

Your core throbbed at every bold word. Leaning in close to him, you let your lips approach Jungkook's beautifully sculpted jawline as he panted, his chin tossed up to fully expose his neck. You stopped just short of his skin, in awe of how much you'd been able to work him up and still so tempted to take it to the next level. "Fuck," you echoed. "This is so hot," you murmured almost to yourself. Your eyes closing along with his, you dealt the final blow. "I love that we have so much in common. But come on, you promised. One thing that's not on my list."

Jungkook whined. You could tell he needed to touch you so badly, and no one was stopping him but himself. He had no way of knowing that if he cut the whole discussion and just took you, you wouldn't even try to resist at this point. Staring at his trembling mouth from below, you quickly averted your eyes when he opened his, pretending you hadn't been looking. He inhaled a short hiss, and then spoke.

"Okay..." He paused after just the first word, blowing air through the tiny "o" of his mouth as his eyes bugged slightly from nervousness. He couldn't resist a challenge, though, and his urge to please you overwhelmed his reluctance to peel back one more layer. "So, the pain thing. I think we, uh, feel the same about me giving and you receiving. But...I'm really into it for myself too. I don't know if you'd be comfortable with it, I know you maybe want me to be more dominant and I think I like that more too in general, but you can be as rough with me as you want back. I'd love that." Eyes still open but fluttering, Jungkook's tone grew breathier, heady as he confessed. You almost giggled at how bashfully he worded his desire to dominate you, to rough each other up, but the contrast was so hot you couldn't help sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, eager for him to continue. His voice lowered. "I love being scratched, marked, bitten...hit me, push me back, any kind of pain or any way you can hurt me, I want it." He shivered, but his voice firmed up even further. "I want it so bad."

You fought to stay motionless beside him, unable to even process how much more his honesty had turned you on. You felt helpless in your desire for him, your craving to give him everything he wanted and more. He noticed your charged stillness and shifted toward you, removing a hand from his hair to finally reach for your face. Threading his fingers through your hair instinctively like he had with his own, he tilted your head back to access your neck. Jungkook finally felt confident enough to tease you back as he skimmed his lips over your pulse point, tugging your skin between his teeth for a gentle first taste and grinning when you moaned. Seeing someone so satisfied, for reasons better than just his body or their pride, brought the most incredible rush of blood to his head. And his other head.

"And I get why you want it too," he finished with a whisper in your ear. "So trust me when I say I really, really want to give it to you."

In an instant, your hands yanked his hair down to bring his face up to yours, mouths crashing together. Feverish, restless, you kissed him, hastily attempting to straddle his thick thighs before he threw his body over yours and pinned you to the back of the couch. His hands wandered, intrepid, from your waist to a quick squeeze of your breasts before he spiraled you into his strong arms. Pressing your chest flush with his as your mouths meshed, he ground his hips into you shamelessly, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him to align your core with his rock-hard dick.

"Your room?" You rushed out the words.

Jungkook laughed a little, his tone half whine and half dare. "So we're done talking?"

"Come on," you pleaded back. He finally relented, pulling you up with him and dragging you across the living room and through his door, lips not leaving yours for a second. You backed him into the bed with your arms against his strong chest, and once he was sitting perched on the edge, you laid yourself horizontally over his thighs.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, curling a hand over the dip of your waist to hold you gently.

You angled your head back to make unsteady eye contact with him, flipping your shorts down boldly. His free hand automatically reached to slowly conform to the shape of your ass, so eager to touch you but tentative as he grazed your curves.

"Giving you exactly what you want."

"Fuck. Really? You're sure about this?" Jungkook held careful eye contact as you brought your arms back up, crossing your wrists over your head delicately. You nodded slightly and did your best to meet his gaze with confident invitation, convincing him how much you trusted and wanted him.

He smoothed his warm hand over your ass one more time, then brought it up and watched your thighs tighten at the loss of his touch. Breathing in, still a little shakily, he brought his hand down on your right cheek with a loud but mild smack. A grunt of satisfaction involuntarily left him when he saw your face flinch down into the sheets, subduing a small noise of surprise. He returned his hand to caress the light redness he'd left, checking in with you again. "Is this okay? Let me know if I should stop."

You replied with your face still tucked between your arms, muffled by the bed. "More than okay. Please don't stop."

He spanked you again, moving to your left cheek. This time you felt his dick twitch under you and couldn't help grinding down on him a little bit. "Is that as hard as you can go?" you taunted in low tones, brave enough to egg him on but not quite enough to meet his eyes again.

Jungkook's thighs and core tensed under you, and he squeezed his fingertips tighter, digging into the skin of your ass. "Not at all," he said simply.

Deep breath. A few seconds passed, and his hand came down, harshly. You cried out in shock, the timing unexpected and the sting far sharper, and he gave your other cheek a fourth hard smack before you could even process the third one. "Harder?" he tested. "Tell me."

Another spank. "Mmmf."

"You like this, huh?"

"Yes, I told you," you whimpered back, half-teasing even though you were in no position to do so. Immediately, he cut you off with a stinging hit across both cheeks, and you moaned.

"You really do," he breathed lowly. "Fuck yeah. Take it then."

He spanked you again, and again, then paused, tugging down your shorts all the way to your ankles to expose the crease right above your thighs. Rubbing your already sore bottom, Jungkook cupped the underside of its curve in his big, firm hand. Already anticipating your whine, he drew back his touch and hummed in harmony with you. He continued landing satisfyingly hard smacks, alternating to cover your ass evenly. His dick strained through his pants more and more each time you trembled under his touch. Never hitting you hard enough to do serious damage, he still clearly enjoyed his thorough reddening of your ass, and occasionally took a moment just to caress your skin as it warmed from the spanking. The pain lit your senses up from head to toe. Face burning with deep arousal, you mentally thanked yourself for going out of your comfort zone and unprecedentedly admitting your kinks before even venturing into your first time together. Amidst the thrilling sting of his hand meeting your soft curves, Jungkook eventually noticed your thighs clenching together, craving friction but not really wanting relief from the pleasurable burn.

"You're wet," he marveled, sliding two warm fingers up and down your slit.

"Mhm," you mumbled back as you tilted your hips into his hand. He gave you a light slap right on the folds between your legs, eliciting another soft moan.

"So good for me," Jungkook said softly, pulling you up into his lap by your waist. "You look so pretty like this. I wanna see all of you." He tugged your sweatshirt over your head, followed by your sports bra, thankful that it stretched over your head easily. Suddenly grinning, he wound up and shot it across the room like a rubber band, and you smacked his arm, giggling.

"What was that? You cheeseball," you teased, and he blinked, chuckling lightly back. It occurred to him that he'd never laughed, or made someone laugh, during sex before.

"It was so stretchy! Don't make fun of me," he blushed.

"You're so cute," you said, fingers sliding under his t-shirt hem.

"Cute?" His eyebrows rose in mock disbelief, and he reached around to land another hit to your still-red asscheek.

"Hot," you amended. Raising his shirt and finally getting a full glimpse of his enviable abs, you groaned. "You're extremely hot, and also really cute, and it's kind of ridiculous and I don't really know how to handle all of it at once."

His face scrunching up into a smile at the praise, he fell back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. "You are too, you know. Really cute, of course. But really hot too." As you discarded his shirt and moved on to easing his sweatpants down his hips, you held in a gasp as his erection sprung up from the waistband. He was big, thick, and painfully hard, his tip glistening warm with precum and a lone vein running prominently up his smooth shaft. Although you wouldn't be corroborating them, you had to admit to yourself that all the rumors were true. You instinctively curled a hand around it, barely covering half his length, and he winced at your slightest touch. Pulling off with a single slow stroke, you slid his sweatpants and briefs all the way to the floor and then stood, looking up from his legs to his blown-out eyes to take in the glorious sight of his fully naked body.

"You shave," you said, surprised by the clean skin under his arms and between his legs.

"Yeah," he demurred, self-conscious for some reason. He lowered his arms to fold them over his torso, somehow defining his biceps even more. "I'm on the dance team, and it's nice to feel all smooth for practice and stuff. I don't know, I just like it."

"Oh, that's cool! No worries, I like it too. And you don't mind that..." You looked down at yourself, still just standing naked in front of him. "...I don't? Like, down there at least."

"No, you do you!" he said quickly. With a shy smile, he admitted, "I actually kind of like it on you. I do this for me, anyway, not for anyone else," he playfully noted. Slowly, he was sitting up to take hold of your waist and lower you down to the bed with him. Pausing to kiss the sweet spot under your jaw, he continued. "So don't feel like you have to do anything, or not do anything, either."

Jungkook couldn't quite explain the nature of how his attraction to you had developed. Seeing how open and honest you were with him made it easy for him to be honest with you too, and just to feel comfortable being himself. He admired the way he could still tell you sometimes got nervous like him, but it didn’t stop you from getting real or going bolder. Unable to fully express it in words, he just hoped to ensure you felt as comfortable and respected around him as he did around you. He already knew that he wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing, and while he still hesitated to assume that you felt the same, he intended to leave no doubt by the end of the night.

You moaned as he nipped at the skin of your neck. It was so easy to get swept back up in Jungkook. You could barely handle the friction of his dick rutting against your wet folds from below, craving him inside you. "Ughhh. Wait, one more thing. I'm on the pill, are you clean?"

"Yes," he gasped, barely removing his mouth from your jaw. "Are you?"

"Yeah, so we don't need a condom. If that's cool with you!"

"Yeah! But, you're ready?" He seemed surprised.

"Aren't you?" you whined, beyond holding back. He felt so unbearably hard that his coherence and willpower kind of surprised you too. "Please, I want you so bad."

To your surprise, he lowered his head to the crest of your legs, dotting wet kisses down your torso. Keeping his big brown eyes on you, he teased your entrance with a finger and echoed your immediate groan at the welcome stretch.

"You really are ready," he remarked, awed at the ease with which your wetness sucked the digit in. Frankly, you were in awe as well. It had taken your ex-boyfriend months to figure out how to get you this worked up. Jungkook either had even more experience than you'd heard from the grapevine, or he was a natural. Or maybe you were just really, ridiculously, primally attracted to him. He went on to curve his finger in you and lick a messy swipe up your folds, sucking hard once he reached your sensitive clit. You cried out at the delicious burst of stimulation and he rose up to catch your lips with his.

"I had to do that, just once," he grinned breathlessly. "But—"

"Let me suck you off," you interjected, unbelievably fucking turned on and dying to please him.

"No," he gasped with far more fervency than you'd think anyone could refuse a blowjob. "Please, I was about to say—" he choked out a high-pitched moan as you ran a single finger up his shaft in anticipation, sinking the nails of your other hand into his thigh. "—I think I'm gonna explode if I don't get inside you right this second."

So he did have a breaking point. "Fuck," you muttered, bringing your legs around his to tuck your heels under his tight ass as he lined up. He eased his tip in, keeping heavy eyes on you the whole time, and you could feel the hot, thick tension in his thighs as he struggled to hold himself back from just thrusting into your heat. Slowly, he drew closer into you until he bottomed out with a low moan. You whined at the perfect slight pain of the stretch, and Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, gripping you by your waist. Watching the veins in his forearms stand out as he drove almost all the way out and back into you, you rocked your hips carefully against his with each smooth stroke, getting used to his fullness. When his balls met your ass again, he shuddered a bit and opened his eyes into yours.

You answered his question before he could even ask it. "Jungkook—you feel so good. You can go faster, it's okay."

A smile hit his eyes before his mouth, and he kissed you once, pressing his chest to yours and intertwining your tongues eagerly. You bit his bottom lip as he slowly drew away, tugging it between your teeth to pull a sweet little whimper from his throat. Grinning, he leaned back in to touch his forehead to yours and simultaneously slid a subtle hand under your ass to curve your hips up with his. The slight leftover sensitivity of your skin amplified his light touch, and Jungkook seemed to realize this, curling his fingers to tease you with the tips of his nails. Instinctively, you ducked to bite his neck, not even registering your move to pass the pain back to him until he choked out a beautifully half-restrained moan and snapped his hips into yours. Gasping, you encouraged him to lose himself in you, dragging your lips up to latch around his earlobe. He hissed and thrust into you sharply again, meeting the time of your movements as you swirled your tongue between each of his hoop earrings. Soon he was pounding you rhythmically, finally letting you feel the full force of his strength but keeping remarkable control over both his body and yours. Both of you had gone silent except for your heavy breaths, lost in the moment, but the flexed shivers of his thighs and twitches of his fingers in your hair told you all you needed to know. Suddenly yanking your strands to pull you back from the additional bruise you'd sucked beneath his ear, he earned a new set of scratches on his back as your hands dragged down the muscular expanse in reply. Jungkook switched places with you to draw dark clouds from your skin, a storm brewing under your jaw. Your face fell into pure bliss, eyes shut and immersed in the barrage of sensation from his hands, mouth, and big dick filling you. Already feeling the familiar tension that preceded an orgasm building through your whole body, you chased him closer to his climax too, grinding back roughly into every thrust and raking your hands over every part of his firm body you could reach.

You had really been fooling yourself when you thought you could try something casual for once. You wanted more of Jungkook, all of Jungkook, nothing but Jungkook ever again. Knowing he'd never even gone back to the same hookup twice sank slight anxiety into your stomach, a kind of future nostalgia for this moment you already feared losing. You knew you weren't anything special compared to the catalogue of gorgeous girls he'd had his turn with, but a deviant voice whispered from the back of your mind that you could be, because it was clear none had bothered to learn him like this. You'd still try your desperate best not to want too much from him, but you resolved to do whatever you could to make him crave more.

Rolling your hips in a smooth circle against him, you clenched around his dick and your hands tightened their fierce hold on his tiny waist. You felt his abs tense within your grasp as he tried not to stutter into you.

"Fuck. No." His voice cracked, but held an undertone of ferocity. "You come first." Jungkook rushed a hand to your clit, adding pressure in small, deft motions with a fingertip as he kept fucking you deep. You sank your teeth into his shoulder in response, drawing your hands up his back to clutch him closer to you, and Jungkook cried out. You left your mouth on his golden skin to stifle your moans as he sped up his fingers, and he tried to let you stay there but eventually couldn't help pulling you off him to see your face. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows turning up sharp at the ends, he watched you like a hawk to track the exact moment when he pushed you over the edge. Your face crumpled and you felt your whole body burn under his gaze as you came, squeezing around him in waves of pleasure while he fucked you through your high, unrelenting. Drinking up the bliss obvious on your features, Jungkook's eyes never left yours and his expression grew more and more fucked out. You marveled at how even as you lost control and energy to fuck him back, your body freezing in orgasm seemed to turn him on further. One last pulse of the tension leaving your core made his dick throb inside you, and you impulsively broke your eye contact to lean in and bite down slow but hard on his neck again. He gasped.

"You're amazing." Murmuring into his skin, you kissed the bite marks gently. Jungkook whimpered at the sweet contradiction and lurched into your hips even harder. You recovered to move with him, squeezing him deeper into you every time he bottomed out, and as his breathless moans escalated in pitch, his whole body shivered with each stroke. Pressing wet, heavy kisses all over his neck, you felt his jaw flutter while his lips hung open. His considerable strength spent, Jungkook shuddered one last hard thrust into you and finally let go, coating your walls from within. His hips lightly rocked against yours as he stayed deep inside you, still hard and savoring the euphoric release he'd held back for so long. You felt so incredibly warm and comfortable around his sensitive dick, relaxed but still holding him tight, and he couldn't help holding you up for a languid kiss before pulling out of you smoothly.

He briefly looked into your eyes, and you saw stars. The sun had continued to set outside, and it peeked between the blinds of his window to wrap you both in a warm, slivered glow. Staring down at his hands on your body, Jungkook took a deep breath and collapsed to your side, holding you close. You settled into him, cupping a hand over his head on your chest. With your fingers laced through his sweaty hair, you stroked his temple with your thumb, worrying for a second whether the gesture seemed too intimate but forgetting your fear when he snuggled up into your touch. You felt the need to say something, to figure out what the fuck was next after this, but stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the comforting weight of his frame. Heartbeat still racing, Jungkook stretched out to breathe a long sigh. As he sank back into you, you stretched under him too, letting his solid, warm body drape over you like a blanket. This couldn't be farther from what you'd expected with him, but you weren't about to make it stop. Surely, eventually, he would.

A minute passed. And then five. And then, before either of you could talk yourselves out of it, you were asleep, intertwined.

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undercover // z.d.h

Requested by a wonderful anon

Request : Ok hear me out. Zach and his girlfriend go to the movies then the boys crash their date going undercover. And Corbyn accidentally spills the drink all over Zach's girlfriend.

Summary: Y/n is an influential leader on the dark side, known as Cobra. Zach is a secret agent working to eliminate the dark side. His mission? Y/n.

W/C: 1.86 K

A/N: Made my own little twist to the request ;)

A/n+ : @angelmarais I gave Jonah an angel necklace in his lil special appearance, it does nothing to the story line, I just put it there for you in this Zach fic, to lure you back into Zach’s lane no reason.

Zach closed the button on his suit and adjusted the sleeve of his blazer as he entered the hall. The large room was buzzing with chatter and glittering with the tall chandeliers and expensive accessories adorned by the guests. He scanned the crowd, his eyes meeting the bartender’s who kept the stare a second longer than normal.

He slipped through the groups of people, making his way to the bar.

The bartender glanced at him as he wiped a glass with a cloth. Zach noted his built form and the fading blonde strands of hair into brunette. The bartender placed the glass down, “Drink?”, he asked, propping his hands onto the table.

Zach glimpsed down at his arm where the permanent sketch of an anchor peeked out from his rolled up sleeve. He took a seat on the stool, “One Lotus Flower on the rocks.”

The bartender looked Zach up and down, “We don’t serve that here. I can offer you some whiskey.”

He turned around reaching for a bottle of whiskey when Zach spoke again.

“They served it at the Inn once, in 1706.”

The bartender hesitated a moment before pouring a bit of whiskey into a glass, topping it with some ice cubes and water. He passed the drink across the counter with a napkin. Zach took a sip of his drink before picking the napkin and lifting up the fold.

The target known formally as y/n, is dressed in ivy green. Her connections know her as Cobra. Distract the target and we will steal the hard drive.

Just as Zach finished reading, the bartender swiped the table with a cloth, cleaning the counter and taking back the napkin. Zach turned around in the stool, observing the guests, searching for a splash of green.

“Whiskey, I’ll have it straight.”

Zach cast a side glance to his right, matching the voice to the other person at the bar. A woman dressed in a suit. Green.

He took a sip of his drink, holding back the grimace as the liquid burned down his throat.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here,” Zach glanced to the woman who spoke. She stirred her drink, the spoon clinking against the glass.

Zach turned to her, “I came for the show,” he said casually. He waited a few moments before talking again, “Dean, Michael Dean.” He held out his hand.

His new acquaintance reached out hers, “Y/l/n, Y/full/n.” She turned to shake his hand and Zach noticed the curve of a snake tattoo on the side of her neck. A cobra.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smirked.

She lifted up her glass, “Pleasure’s all mine. Cheers.” They clinked their glasses before drinking the liquid inside.

“So Michael, tell me about yourself,” y/n finished the drink in her glass, seemingly unphased by the alcohol, “Entertain me.”

Zach grinned, “There’s nothing much to entertain.”

Y/n smirked, “I highly doubt that.”

Zach smiled, “Well, I was born in Texas, and studied business. I started my own company, which turned out to be a success, earned a lot of money and, here I am.” He twisted the ring on his finger, “What about you?”

Y/n chuckled, leaning back in her stool, revealing the cropped top she wore inside her suit and another tattoo which danced along her ribs. “What do you think, Michael?”

Y/n looked at Zach in the eyes, “Who am I?”

Zach smirked, leaning towards y/n, “I think you’re a gorgeous woman,” he began.

Y/n mirrored Zach’s expression, “Is that all I am?”

Zach shook his head, shifting slightly closer to her, “No, there’s more, so much more to you.” His eyes traced the curves of her face, “Your eyes remind me of the stars at night when they spark.”

Y/n hummed, “And?”

“You have this sense of power and confidence, it’s attractive,” Zach gently brushed his hand against her arm.

Y/n smiled teasingly, welcoming his touch, “Go on.”

“You have such a powerful aura yet reveal so little, it’s mysterious,” Zach continued, his voice getting lower..

Y/n looked up, intrigued.

Zach looked her in the eye, “It’s like you’re hiding something and I love it. I want to figure it all out. Get to know you, every part of you.”

A small tap on y/n’s shoulder pulled her away from Zach, almost reluctantly as she excused herself. Zach watched as she talked to the man who pulled her away, a tall brunette with soft curls on his head. The man wore a black suit, adorning silver chains. The glimmer of the word angel on one of the chains caught Zach’s eye before the man pulled y/n away to the side to talk to her.

Zach brushed his hair behind his ear, pressing the button of a small hidden device attached to the back, making y/n’s conversation clearer.

“What is it Jonah?”, Y/n spoke lowly

“Harold hasn’t stuck to his end of the deal, boss.”

Zach looked away as y/n continued to talk to Jonah. He spotted one of his co-workers on the other side of the bar, a glass of wine in hand, Corbyn. Corbyn nodded at him knowingly, before taking a sip of his wine. Zach took a sip of his own drink, looking around the gala, discreetly listening to the conversation.

“What did he do, now?”

“As negotiated, we sent three of ours to the checkpoint with the cash. I just received note that they were ambushed.”

“How many injured?”

“Two injured and one killed.”

Y/n sighed, “And the cash?”

“All gone. I came here to inform you and receive orders on how to move forward.”

There was a moment of silence before y/n spoke, “Send the best of our team, terminate him and get the cash.”

“But m-”

“It’s non-negotiable. That’s an order.”

“Yes, boss.”

“And one more thing,” y/n said, whispering now.

“Find out everything you can about him, his family, background, business, where he keeps the stash. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, thank you for informing me Jonah. It’s time we teach him a lesson.”

Zach switched off the device with a click and focused on his drink as y/n walked back with a smile on her face. Jonah walked off, disappearing into the crowd.

“Sorry about that,” she sat on the stool next to Zach, “Had to handle some business.”

Zach grinned, “No worries, is everything alright?”

Y/n leaned towards him, brushing her hands over his shoulder, “Just perfect.”

The two continued their conversation, occasionally throwing a flirt, gentle brushes of their hands against each other. Zach pushed a strand of y/n’s hair behind her ear, listening to her as she talked. He felt a small push against his shoulder as he felt Corbyn brush past him, accidentally stumbling into y/n and spilling his wine over her.

Corbyn cursed, copying a drunk tone in his words, “I am so sorry, did not see where I was going.” He backed away, pretending to wobble in his steps.

Y/n scowled, picking up a few napkins, “I-It’s fine, just watch it next time.”

Zach asked the bartender for more napkins, helping y/n clear the spill. He glanced over to Corbyn who was headed for the exit. Corbyn discretely flashed his hand out, giving Zach a glimpse of a hard drive before he walked out, putting it into his pocket.

Y/n cursed under her breath, “That is some really cold wine.”

Zach laughed, passing her another tissue as she tried to clear up the wet drops, leaving behind a stain on her suit.

Y/n checked her watch, before looking at Zach, “It’s getting late”

She sighed, “I should head out before someone spills wine on me again.”

Zach chuckled, “Would you like me to walk you out?”

Y/n shook her head, “I can walk myself out, it’s been a pleasure, Michael Dean.” She kissed Zach on the cheek, just a few centimetres away from his lips and turned away.

“Will I ever get to see you again, Ms. Y/l/n?”

Y/n looked back with a smirk on her face, “Time will only tell, Mr. Dean. Goodnight.”

Zach waited a few moments for her to leave before exiting through the back door behind the bar, leading him down a hallway at the back of the building and to the parking in the basement. He fiddled with the ring on his finger, as he approached the van at the end of the parking.

He knocked on the back door and it opened, Corbyn standing on the other side, “Did she suspect anything?”

Zach shook his head and entered the van, “No, not a thing.”

“Good.”

He took off his suit jacket, placing it to the side and unbuttoned his collar. “How are we with the drive, Jack?” he turned to his partner in crime who sat at a laptop, hard drive plugged in.

“Give me another minute or two.”

Zach nodded, rolling up his sleeves. A sudden buzz from his suit jacket alerted him and the boys as they stared at each other.

“I thought we were told to go without phones, so we don’t get tracked?”, Jack looked up at Zach.

Zach frowned at his suit jacket where the device buzzed, “That’s not mine.” Corbyn and Jack waited in a tense silence as Zach pulled out the device from the jacket, an old flip phone.

He flipped it open, the screen lighting up with the caller, Anonymous.

“Who is it?” Corbyn asked.

“It’s anonymous.“”

They looked at each other with a knowing look, “You think it’s her?”, Jack asked.

“I guess we’ll have to find out,” Zach answered the call, putting in on speaker.

“Michael Dean, or should I say Zachary Dean Herron? Age, 21. Member of the secret agency.” Zach recognized the voice immediately.

“Y/n,” he spoke.

Y/n chuckled on the other side of the phone, “I must say, I was correct in saying there is no doubt that you would entertain me tonight. Mr. Dean was quite a charmer.”

Zach clenched his jaw as she continued.

“I expected you would want to get tangled up in my business. You have already eliminated 2 leaders from the dark side. I’ll admit, that’s quite impressive for an agent of your age.”

Zach snarked, “And, you? An international underground business worth millions. Quite impressive for someone of the same age.”

Zach could hear the smirk on y/n’s face as she responded, “It seems you’ve already figured me out Mr. Herron, but the game is yet to begin.”

“It’s over for you,” Zach gritted his teeth.

On the other side of the line, y/n grinned, pulling out a replica of the drive Corbyn stole from her pocket, “It’s only just started. Have you decoded the drive yet?”

Zach looked up at Jack who returned the glance with an anxious expression. He turned his laptop around, displaying the contents of the drive to Corbyn and Zach.

All that was there, was a message.

Let the games begin. - Cobra

#zach herron #zach herron imagine #why dont we #why dont we imagine #corbyn besson #jack avery #Jonah marais #Daniel seavey

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violetsbaudelaire-archive · 3 years

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Title: The Cloud That Took the Form of a Demon In My View - Chapter One

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationships: Background Julie Molina/Luke Patterson

Summary: After the death of her mother and the demonic possession of her father, Julie Molina hunts the supernatural with her best friend Flynn. She pursues a nomadic life until a string of suspicious bathtub electrocutions draws her back home to hunt down a ghost. (Supernatural AU)

It had been a 13-month search and nothing had come of it. Nothing pertaining to the being Julie and Flynn were looking for. They had found and removed varying other supernatural beings but not their target, a demon whose name neither girl knew. Julie was sitting at a desk in a cheap hotel, one of many in the months that had passed. She was looking at the odd happenings around the country as she always did hoping to find a lead on their demon. Where one odd occurrence happened, another wasn’t too far behind and demons usually loved to get into trouble. Flynn had gone out to buy fast food breakfast and hadn’t come back yet. It wasn’t long enough to worry most people but it worried Julie. She tried to logic her way out of worry as she scrolled. There’s probably a long line. There’s always a long line to get coffee before work.

Just as she repeated those thoughts to herself again, she found an article. To most, it could be ruled off as an accidental bathtub electrocution. The problem was this was the third this week, all in the same city: her hometown, Los Angeles. She sighed and minimized the page. They were close to Arizona, a little while from LA but they had no intentions of returning. At least, not until the demon inhabiting her father’s body could be found. If the demon even still had it, Julie thought to herself macabrely. She shook it off. Her dad was still alive, full of demon or not.

The door swung open and caused Julie to jump out of her skin. Her hand instinctively flew to the cross necklace she had started wearing with her other jewelry since her dad’s possession.

“Sorry I’m late,” Flynn said, balancing a bag of food and a cup holder in her hands, “There was a long line at McDonalds.”

Julie dropped her hand.

“Are you okay?” Flynn asked when she saw her friend’s face. She put the food on the table and came closer to Julie. “Was there something in here?”

Julie shook her head. “You scared me coming in.”

“Ghosts and demons don’t use doors,” Flynn said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, well, someone possessed by them might. Or maybe a witch, vampire, werewolf, or something else.”

“Anything that comes in here has a death wish. We’re the most badass hunters in America.”

“Yeah,” Julie said, as if trying to convince herself. Then, she added more confidently, “We are.”

“Anyway, did’ya find anything?”

“Yeah. Ghost in LA.”

“Are you ready to go back there, Jules?” Flynn asked softly.

“I think so. Besides, it’s been awhile since our last ghost.”

Flynn didn’t look entirely convinced. “It’s okay to not take this one. Someone else will get it.”

“No, it’s okay. We won’t be there long.”

“You’re not going to see your aunt and Carlos?”

“I’m not ready for that conversation.”

Flynn nodded. “Are we going after breakfast? Or?”

“Yeah, after breakfast.”

Los Angeles was a strange place for Julie. It was her home but it was also the place where she had lost everything she ever had. Returning reminded her of this but also of failure. It reminded her of the empty seats at her graduation. Going home meant she had to accept that her and her little brother were orphans now - not without loved ones but faced with a loneliness that could never end. Julie had to find her father, not just for herself but for Carlos.

Flynn opened the bag and divvied up their breakfast. Julie pushed her food closer and began to eat, trying to find the bright side of this situation. Flynn was the first to come to mind. Even if the world turned against her, Flynn would be by her side. Her mother, though passed on, was still a bright side. Nothing, not even permanence of death could take her memories of joy and music that they had shared. The possibility of her dad being out there was a bright side. With this in mind, Julie finished her breakfast with her mind more at ease.

Flynn wasn’t the best driver but she liked to drive nonetheless. Julie was the more capable driver but she was a better navigator. She found it easier to navigate when she wasn’t avoiding drivers worse than Flynn on the road. Being the navigator also meant choosing the music and Julie wanted something upbeat for the road. California had gotten so far from her and Flynn that it would be a day or two before they reached it. It was the longest road trip with few stops they had gone on in awhile. Flynn turned the key in the ignition and Julie scrolled through her playlists. She found a song and selected it just as Flynn pulled out of the parking lot.

At some point Julie had fallen asleep. She blinked as she took in her surroundings. “Where are we? Flynn, I was supposed to be navigating.”

“It’s okay. I’m handling it,” said Flynn. “You barely slept at all in the last motel. You needed sleep.”

“Thanks.”

After a minute, she added, “I should drive. You need sleep too.”

Flynn shook her head. “I had a Redbull.”

Julie gave her friend a look. “Flynn.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll pull over,” Flynn said and she did. Seat belts unbuckled and they switched places. Almost as soon as Julie pulled off the shoulder, Flynn was asleep. Julie looked amusedly at her friend. She drove until the sun rose again and they were just outside Arizona.

Then it was a quick stop at a gas station to buy a less than satisfactory breakfast. It was time like these Julie missed her mom especially. It was Saturday morning and in a time that was starting to feel like an old movie, she would be watching cartoons with a much younger version of her brother and eating a fresh, hot breakfast her mother had made.

“I said that’ll be 10.50,” the cashier said irritably. He was the usual sort someone would see at a gas station in the middle of practically nowhere: some old man whose love of life was fading faster than his hair.

“Sorry,” Julie said quickly, pulling the cash out of her pocket. The cashier checked the money in the light then put it in the register. He slid her breakfast across the counter and asked if she wanted a lottery ticket or a pack of smokes. Yes, he had said ‘smokes.’

Julie made a face and grabbed the black bag her food had been put in. “I don’t smoke, or gamble.” She headed toward the door and added, “Have a nice day” as she went out. He didn’t get the chance to return the formality. Gas station cashiers have a way of making people uncomfortable, even if they do nothing at all. This one was no different.

Flynn was waiting in the driver’s seat. Julie opened the bag and handed some of the food to her. Neither said anything as they made their way back to the freeway.

California was a refreshing sight after over a year of navigating unfamiliar places. Los Angeles was especially so. Julie watched the buildings of the Citadel Outlets pass by in the window. She was home.

The occurrences described in the article had been occurring in a residential part of town made up of mainly middle class families. The victims were disproportionately teens. The types of teens who bring their cell phones into their bathrooms. Julie wasn’t an expert on electricity but these incidents struck her as odd. Not many people got electrocuted in their bathtubs. Based on her Google searches over the past day and a half, a cell phone isn’t enough to electrocute a person in a bath. It has to be plugged into the wall. Then it has to fray or fall into the bathwater. It takes a great deal of stupidity or negligence. Put a ghost in the mix, however, and everything becomes more likely.

Flynn was checking them into a new motel when the news of a new electrocution came in. This article confirmed Julie’s suspicions of a ghost and made this trip less of a waste of time. Nothing at all had been plugged in when this teen girl had gotten into her tub. Her mother had checked on her only minutes before her death. Then when the police arrived, a frayed extension cord had made its way from a drawer into a socket then into a wall. It was far too strange. And when Julie told Flynn, she agreed.

Flynn pocketed their room key and they headed for the car.

Usually Julie and Flynn’s adventures involved abandoned buildings so Julie was unsure what to say when they arrived at the Ford residence. She was too young to be a police officer and too old to be a girl scout. She knocked on the door anyway.

A distressed middle aged white woman answered the door. “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying it.”

The woman moved to close the door. Flynn interrupted her. “We’re not selling anything, Mrs. Ford, we’re here about your daughter.”

“It’s Ms. Ford. I’m divorced,” the woman corrected. “And the police were just here.”

“We’re not police,” Julie said. “We hunt the supernatural. We think your daughter’s death wasn’t an accident.”

The woman frowned. “I’m desperate but I’m not that desperate. Three boys about your age came around her an hour ago saying the same thing. They said they were looking for a ghost in this neighborhood.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird four different teens have died the same way in the past week?”

“Yes,” the woman said. “But teenagers are stupid.”

“Even your daughter?”

The woman shrugged. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”

Ms. Ford went to shut the door again but Flynn stopped her. “Do you know where those boys went?”

“Something about the junkyard down the road. The blonde one said something about it being a good spot to hide something.”

“Thank you,” Julie said. “I hope you find answers” - she clutched her cross necklace - “I know what it’s like to lose those you love.”

Ms. Ford nodded sadly and shut the door.

“Do you think those boys are trying to find the object the ghost is attached to?” Julie asked Flynn.

“Yeah,” she said. “But why in a junkyard?”

“Good place to hide something you don’t want found.”

By that point, they had made it back to their car and proceeded to get in.

Then, it was off to the junkyard.

#mine #jatp fanfic #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #supernatural #juke #julie molina #flynn jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #supernatural crossover #finally finished chapter one #i'm working on the second one already #lmk if you enjoy this

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somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds · 3 years

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Constangreen

I hope this is a good Christmas present!

~~~

“My therapist said baking isn’t a great activity for me.”

“It’s from a box, love, I think we can figure this part out.” “What about the frosting?”

“It’s sugar, it can’t be that hard,” John muttered, squinting at the printed-out Pinterest recipe that Gary had found. “C’mon, you mix potions all the time, this is just that.”

Gary nodded, still a bit apprehensive. He plugged the hand mixer into the wall. “Please tell me this thing isn’t haunted, I found it in one of the closets around here.”

“Eh, should be fine.”

Cassie was still at school, and she’d be home in less than an hour. They should have the cake cooling on the counter and the frosting ready to go by the time she gets back. It’s the least they can do. It’s not easy acing a test when you’ve just escaped a death cult.

The first box mix had to be thrown out because John cracked the eggs right into the rest of the batter and got eggshells all in it. “I told you you can’t do that knife trick, babe.”

Luckily, they had bought multiple boxes in preparation for any incidents.

The second box mix was much better, and then Gary “accidentally” smeared some batter on John’s nose to interrupt his very long one-sided conversation on the best Sex Pistols song. John grinned, licking what he could and started to insinuate other uses for this talent when his face scrunched. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Love, I think you used salt instead of sugar.”

The third time was the charm, then. It was mixed up with no further incidents and Gary was satisfied. They had three timers going to make sure that it didn’t burn. Now it was time to make the frosting. John had insisted that two grown men could handle frosting, they didn't need a can. Gary just reminded him that they didn’t buy it because John’s lack of self control meant he ate a whole can during a tobacco craving.

Cooked icing wouldn’t be that hard, anyways.

The first batch ended up burnt when they distracted each other with a kiss and forgot about it on the stove.

The second time Gary dropped the softened butter onto the floor. The cake was for Cassie, she couldn’t have floor frosting.

Finally, they managed to cook the right mixture on the stove and cream the butter and sugar in a separate bowl. Gary smiled as John kissed his cheek. “I think we did it, babe. She’ll love it.”

Just as he spoke the words, the mixer suddenly switched from a level 1 to full turbo mode with no one touching the button at all.

~~~

Cassie opened the door to the house, throwing her backpack on the floor and calling out for John and Gary. “Where are you-”

It smelled like chocolate, and burnt toast.

She headed into the kitchen and saw the remnants of a bowl of chocolate frosting splattered all over the kitchen and both John and Gary. A sunken cake was badly hidden with a Star Trek washcloth.

She couldn’t keep down her own little smile as Gary overexplained what happened with the disaster that was the kitchen. John was licking frosting off a pepper grinder.

“If it’s easier, can we get ice cream instead?” Cassie asked, and laughed when they both nodded.

#legends of tomorrow #constangreen #gary green #john constantine

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dirtyblupjeans · 5 years

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Anal plug (public, under clothes), kinktober day 7

“Okay,” Barry agreed.

He looked nervous - he often was - but there was more on his face than that. Lup could read determination there. And a little bit of excitement.

“Really?” she asked. Somehow, she hadn’t really expected him to agree.

“Yeah, if you want to, I’ll do it.”

Lup climbed into his lap, the desk chair groaning under their combined weight. “Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?”

He smiled at her, that sweet smile that she’d been hooked on since the first time she’d seen it. “Maybe,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “But I always love to hear it. I always love you.”

She kissed him then stood, tugging his hand to get him out of the chair. “So are we doing this today?”

“I guess so,” he said. “I’ll, uh, go get ready I guess.”

“Let me know if you need help, babe.”

When Barry came out of the bathroom he was looking decidedly nervous.

“You can back out, babe,” Lup told him softly. “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.”

“It’s… uh, it’s okay. I’m willing to try it.”

She’d gotten out the smallest metal plug they had. She had it, a towel, and lube waiting on the bed. They’d both used butt plugs before. This was the first time he’d agreed to wear one in public, though.

“Do you want me to put it in?” she asked.

“Yeah, uh, sure, if you want.”

She stopped him with a gentle touch on his shoulder. “Hey,” she said, “I’d like to. ‘Red’ if you change your mind at any time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. He bit his lip then repeated, “Yeah, okay.”

Lup tugged his boxers down. His cock was half hard and she had to remind herself not to get distracted. She pulled the chair over in front of him. “Lean over.”

Barry bent, planting his forearms on the seat. She nudged his foot and he spread his stance in response.

Lup caressed a hand over his ass then went to the bed for the plug and lube. She dumped a liberal amount in her hand and then rubbed it over the plug, making sure it was covered. Once it was prepared she pushed it gently against his asshole, watching it stretch then take in the tip of the plug.

Barry’s breaths were calm and regular so she kept pushing. It wasn’t a large plug so it didn’t take long to fit it into place. Once it was seated, she wiggled it slightly. “Good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he answered. He took a deep breath then let it out. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Okay, go sit on the towel and I’ll help you get dressed in a sec. Gonna go wash my hands.”

He nodded and straightened. His cock was much harder now. She really wanted to take him out, tease him, torture him a little, before bringing him home and fucking him but, damn, it was tempting to skip those middle steps and jump him right this minute.

When she came back out of the bathroom, he was waiting patiently. She tended to be overzealous with the lube which was fine except she knew he’d worry about it showing through on his pants.

She helped him with his boxers and jeans, appreciating the way he moved more carefully, timidly. She liked getting to dote on him, but combining that with the added sexual charge made her enjoy it even more.

Barry stood up and tucked himself into place then zipped his jeans. Lup ran her hand over the bulge in his pants before fastening the button then buckling his belt. He watched her as she worked, she could feel his eyes on her face.

When she finished she met his gaze. “I love you so fucking much,” she told him, her voice husky. She kissed him, mouths parting and lips banging on teeth as they kissed almost frantically.

She cupped her hand on his ass, squeezing, then pulled away from the kiss. “Come on,” she said, reaching for his hand, “cause if we don’t go now, I’m gonna have to pull those jeans right back off of you.”

He offered her a smile and took her hand.

They’d walked for a while, Barry clutching her hand tighter when the thing shifted in his ass. Lup loved knowing how aware of it he was. The erection trapped in his jeans wasn’t helping him walk any easier, either.

She pulled him to a stop. “Can you retie my boot for me, babe?” she asked, giving him a devilish smile.

Barry met her eyes for a moment, watching the enjoyment on her face. He knelt in front of her slowly, then sat gently back on his heels. Picking up her foot, he placed it on his thigh and untied her lace then retied it, taking his time. She leaned on his shoulder with one hand, feeling surprisingly affected by the whole procedure.

Fuck. She’d intended to tease him by asking him to bend down to retie her shoe but she was feeling pretty teased herself. Knowing he was feeling that burn and press but still did this for her… And damn, the way he did it, with her foot propped on his thigh? Lup was becoming increasingly ready to cut their outing short.

Okay, she thought. One more stop.

“Thanks, babe,” she told him as he slid her foot back to the ground. She helped him stand again, still feeling a little keyed up. “How about we go grab something to eat then, uh,” stepping closer to him, she ran her hand down his chest, “head home and have dessert?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him dramatically, her ears twitching with the motion.

Barry was staring at her mouth. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” she questioned, sliding her hand further down his shirt.

Quickly, Barry realized his mistake and grabbed her hand. He embarrassed far more easily than she did. “Almost anything,” he promised. “Just short of public indecency, maybe?”

“Spoilsport.”

Instead of letting go of her hand, he tugged her fingers away from his belt - or anything further south - and resumed walking the way they’d been going earlier. “Did you have a place in mind?”

“How about that little train car diner down the street? That good with you?”

“Sure.”

They wove their fingers together and kept walking. Lup’s mind was not at all on the diner or dinner. Instead, she was thinking about getting Barry out of those pants the minute they got home.

When they arrived at the diner, the place was crowded. “There’s two at the counter,” Lup pointed out, gesturing towards a pair of red cushioned, swiveling bar stools towards the end.

“Uh, yeah,” Barry said, following her slowly. “Great.”

Barry was behind her and couldn’t see her devilish grin. These stools were exactly why she’d picked the place. Between the height and the swiveling, it’d be impossible for him to forget the toy in his ass.

Lup hopped up on one of the empty seats, then turned to grin at him.

“You’re the devil,” he told her with a half grin, shaking his head.

“Love you too, babe,” she answered.

Taking his seat, Barry moved gingerly. Once he was settled, Lup reached over and put her hand on his thigh. “You’re doing great, babe,” she said. Patting his leg ‘accidentally’ too hard, she knocked him spinning slightly.

“And I repeat, you are the devil,” he told her, narrowing his eyes comically at her as he caught his foot on the prop bar and

“You love it,” she teased.

“I do.”

“Hey there! Y’all ready to order?”

Lup gave Barry a ‘busted!’ look and turned to the waitress on the other side of the bar. “Hi, sure, we’ll take two hamburgers, one with cheese, one without, two orders of fries, and two ice teas.”

The waitress glanced at Barry and joked, “You having anything?”

Barry smiled and answered, “Nah, but she’s hungry.”

“Have that up for ya in a minute,” she answered, sliding her pen over her ear. “Let me know if you need anything.”

The two of them chatted idly while they waited, Lup periodically bumping Barry’s knee with her own just to tease him. Then she noticed he was talking less. “You still good, babe?”

“Yeah, just, uh, getting… uncomfortable.”

“Do we need to go?”

“No… that,” he answered, glancing around. “The, uh, other situation.”

Lup’s eyebrows pulled down slightly. Then she noticed the bulge in the front of his pants. “OHhhhh,” she said. “Okay, well, if you don’t want to go…” She looked around the restaurant. “Oh, there’s a booth free over there now. Want to switch to a table?”

“Yeah,” he said gratefully. “I think that’d help.”

Lup hopped off her stool and headed towards the table so no one could grab it before they got to it. Once again Barry was behind her and unable to see the wicked grin she was wearing.

The table hadn’t even been cleared of the last customer’s meal. Lup stood aside to let Barry slide into the booth first then caught the waitresses attention to let her know they’d relocated. Once the woman nodded her understanding, Lup slid in next to Barry.

“Better?” she asked.

“Yeah, thanks.”

He’d barely gotten the words out before her hand was sliding up his thigh.

“That’s not helping,” he warned.

“Mmmm, are you sure?” she asked, rubbing her hand over the tight bulge in his denim.

“I…”

“Hey, folks, I’ll get this cleaned up for ya real quick!”

They both turned overly bright smiles towards the busboy as he began gathering the dishes and trash from the table. Lup’s body was blocking most of what her hand was doing so she continued her teasing while he worked.

Beside her, Barry had turned into a statue. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing. Leaning against him, she turned and kissed his jaw. “You okay, babe?”

“Yup!” he said, his voice clipped.

Laughing, she kept right on teasing him, stroking the length of his cock through his pants.

She only paused as the busboy finished gathering everything and began to wipe the table down. He was having to reach towards the back of the booth so, while Barry was fair game, she didn’t want to make the employee uncomfortable.

“Thanks so much!” she told him as he finished. He grinned back at her as he carried off the bin of dishes to the kitchen.

Turning back to Barry, she teased, “Now, what was it I was doing…?”

“Did I mention what a torturous demon you are?”

“Oh, I am, am I? Who is it that likes to drag things out until I’m about to lose my mind? Any recollection of who that might be, Mr. Bluejeans?”

“Okay, but, you love it.”

She made a face like she was considering it, pursing her lips tightly. “Hmmm.” For all her acting, her hand was still stroking his cock, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on her answer.

“Generally, yeah, I do. In the moment, I’m...impatient.”

“Yeah,” he said, sucking in a breath. “Okay, slow up, Lup, please.”

Obligingly, she moved her hand. The waitress brought their food over and set it in front of them. Lup thanked her and made sure the cheeseless burger went in front of Barry. But a good portion of her attention was listening to the measured way he was breathing. It was a sound she’d grown accustomed to over the years with him. He could ride that edge, keep her riding that edge forever it seemed. A part of her really wanted to tease him past that point right here at the table but considering this was the first time he’d worn the plug out in public for her, she was trying to behave.

Barry picked up his iced tea and took a long drink. When he set it back down he took another of those slow, measured breaths.

Showily, Lup used both hands to pick up her burger, grinning at him as she took a bite. She watched him pick up a fry and bite it thoughtfully, keeping an eye on her.

After she chewed her mouthful, she laughed and nudged him with her shoulder. Taking pity on him, she told him, “You’re safe. Go ahead and eat and I’ll keep my hands to myself.” She grabbed a fry from his plate and popped it in her mouth, slightly invalidating her trustworthiness at keeping her hands to herself. “At least until we get home,” she promised.

He raised an eyebrow but picked up his own hamburger and took a bite.

They finished their meal mostly in silence, both of them darting looks at one another. Every now and again one would steal a fry from the other’s plate, making a game of it. Sometimes she’d bite at the fry as he took it. Other times she’d use her own fry but dip it in his ketchup.

Once they were finished, Lup slid out of the seat. “I’ll take care of the bill,” she told him. “You okay to leave?” She raised an eyebrow indicating she wasn’t asking if he wanted more food.

“Yeah,” he answered, understanding her question. “Things have, uh, calmed down a little.”

“Disappointing,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. “But that can be remedied.”

He slid out of the bench seat and followed her to the register to pay. Standing behind her, he rubbed her shoulders while they waited in line. Practically melting into him, Lup leaned into his touch. “Mmm, that’s really nice,” she said. Her head was leaned back enough that he could see she’d closed her eyes. He smiled and continued rubbing her shoulders, nudging her when it was their turn to pay.

Handing over a generous tip to both waitress and busboy on their way out, the two of them fell into step together.

“This was nice,” he said as they got outside.

“Yeah?” she asked, surprised. “Really?”

“Well, I meant just spending time with you, but yeah, it’s… been interesting.”

Lup grinned at him and squeezed his hand. Then she moved in closer to him, swinging his arm around her shoulders. “Does that mean I’m absolved of my earlier promise?”

“Which promise was that?” he asked. Their hips bumped together as they walked. Even after decades together, it was an art to walk so closely. She enjoyed it though, especially the little hisses he made from time to time as the bumps helped… shift things.

“To keep my hands to myself.”

“Ah,” he answered without actually answering her real question.

“Well?”

“I’m considering.”

“Well, I’ll remind you what the other half of our agreement was. You did this and later, I wear the remote toy in public?”

“You make an excellent argument.”

“I do,” she said with a grin.

“It is only fair,” he agreed.

Instantly, Lup pulled him to the edge of the sidewalk and towards the building they were passing. She pressed him to the wall and kissed him intently.

Surprised, Barry enthusiastically returned her kiss, pushing back towards her. With a forceful shove on his hips, she banged his ass back against the brick wall.

He flinched but didn’t break the kiss and she pushed harder against him, grinding against his hips. Pulling his mouth free for a moment, he whispered, “My own, personal demon.”

Lup laughed and nipped at his bottom lip then kissed him some more. When they broke apart this time they both struggled to catch their breath.

“Come on,” she said finally, burying her fingers in his front pocket and tugging him forward. “Let’s get you home so I can really torment you.”

#blupjeans #kinktober taz #kinktober2019 #kinktober

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batbirdies · 5 years

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NaNoWriMo 2019 Batfam fic

So, apologies to anyone who already reblogged or liked this post because I Accidentally DELETED like a MORON.

I’m posting rough excerpts from my NaNo project this year which is a fanfic centered around Jason Todd eventually agreeing to dog sit Titus while Bruce and Damian are out of town. Involving some deep seated issues, unintended animal therapy, snarky text messages between robins and eventually, some reconciliation between father and son.

Takes place in a murky in between time sometime after Damian was resurrected.

A NOTE: These are very rough drafts, I’m copy and pasting from my google doc, I switch tense all over the place, so apologies, but I want to share.

Part 1

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He dreamed that night.

It wasn’t unusual, he had them at least a couple times a week, sometimes more, depending on different factors, what cases he was working, what kind of crap he ran into on patrol, and whatever damn lottery his brain was playing that night.

The downside: They were never good.

Sometimes they started out that way. Completely innocuous.

He was in a grocery store, and he was looking for something he couldn’t find but he couldn’t remember the name of it, or what it was. And he was walking down aisle after aisle of endless produce and there was a puddle on the floor, one of those yellow caution signs set up next to it, a janitor turned away from him, mopping, whistling as he went and it was far away, a long ways down the aisle but Jason recognized the tune. He knew the song but again he couldn’t place it. But it kept getting louder and the closer Jason got the less it sounded like music and the more it sounded like - like laughing.

Jason was shivering, it was suddenly freezing and when he looked down his clothes were all torn up and he - he was bleeding.

Suddenly he realized the shelves weren’t full of produce at all, they were packed full of bombs and the next step he tried to take he tripped, his ankles were tied together. He fell on his face, right in that puddle on the floor and it wasn’t water, it was blood and the janitor was gone but that sound - the laughing, it was so loud, and it was everywhere, and he heard this awful scraping noise in the distance, something thin and metal dragging on the floor and Jason couldn’t breathe.

He tried to push himself up but his wrists were tied behind his back and everything hurt, it all hurt so much. The scraping on the floor got louder, closer, he heard footsteps, and the laughing stopped echoing all around him because it was clearly getting closer too. “Robin, kid, you’re really falling down on the job tonight.” And that awful laugh, that stifled giggle. “I really think you can do better.”

He felt the tip of the crowbar graze his side, just enough to make him shudder.

He was face down in a puddle of blood and Jason couldn’t breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn’t breathe-

He came to like a dying fish, gasping and choking on nothing, sitting bolt upright in bed with a cut off scream. His chest felt like iron, like no matter how hard he tried his lungs wouldn’t expand, they wouldn’t take in the air around him.

Jason threw the blankets off, feeling hot and cold all at once, and shoved his face between his knees, trying in vain to slow his breathing because there was nausea crawling up his throat and - and, shit- he managed to make it to the garbage can in the corner before he lost what little he ate for dinner. But like other times, at least, the vomiting felt like a relief. The coughing and gagging that followed were no fun, along with the racing heart and shaking hands. He spit into the can a few times, his teeth chattering together.

It felt like there were ants under his skin, just looking for a way out. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he managed to stumble to the doorway, stepping over the mess of stuff that had spilled out of the box at the foot of his bed, and flicking on the light. It burned his eyes but it at least gave him something to look at outside of the visions clouding up his head.

He still felt the sharp point of the crowbar dragging up the side of his ribs and his stomach gave another awful squeeze that had him rushing to the bathroom just to dry heave in the sink. Turning the tap on and splashing his face with water helped just a little but his mouth tasted sour and his stomach was still knotting up inside him.

Grabbing his toothbrush off the counter he nearly dropped it while running it under the water his hands were shaking so much. He could hear the awful stupid voice in the back of his head even over the stifled groan he let out when his stomach heaved again. He applied way too much tooth paste to the brush and jammed it in his mouth, barely managing not to fall down when he sat on the edge of the tub.

His ribs ached and his knees and shins and his head felt like it was gonna split open. He knew it was a phantom pain maybe because he’d been close to hyperventilating for a good few minutes at that point and he was having some kind of premature brain death from low oxygen but the knowledge very rarely helped. Instead he sat there in the blindingly bright bathroom with his eyes squeezed shut, scrubbing jerkily over his teeth and tongue trying to wash out the sour taste of stomach acid. Trying to scrub out the echoing laughs in his head, the sound of the crowbar dragging across concrete, the muffled thud of it against flesh and bone.

Of all his nightmares, the ones of the joker were always the loudest.

Sometimes he’d talk out loud to himself, or hum, just to try to drown it out but that just ended up making him feel crazier. He brushed his teeth for a long time, concentrating on the sound of the bristles against his gums, long enough that his mouth was just full of foam and there was blood mixing in with it, and then he’d forced himself to stand and spit in the sink. He splashed water over his face and just stood there for a minute, staring down into the drain and watching drops fall from the tap, gripping the edge of the sink with white knuckles, trying to support his weight with his arms cause his knees were shaking something fierce, listening to his own labored breathing.

Amazingly enough Jason Todd did not have cable, and his internet was spotty. It was annoying but the bunker he’d set up for Red Hood had better internet than you could buy plus access to the cave computer and when he moved into his place he reasoned that’s all he really used it for. He didn’t have money to burn and the apartment didn’t come with cable. But on nights like this, when the skeletons in his closet were rattling around like percussion instruments he really wished he could turn on the tv and listen to some bullshit telenovelas or cartoons or reruns of Titanic or he really didn’t freaking care.

He could read a book, that’s what he usually did, but after Joker dreams, sometimes it just - wasn’t enough. There were little tricks, little things he’d learned that helped and he went through the list in his head as he finally wrenched himself away from the bathroom sink, when it no longer felt like the bottom of his stomach was trying to climb up his throat.

There was a lighter on his nightstand next to a heavily scented candle that he lit with shaking hands, nearly burned himself before he set it down to the side and breathed in the biting scent of pine. There was a half empty carton of cigarettes stashed under his bed but he’d been trying to quit and he saved them for when things were really bad.

The trash can in the corner was a problem, one he’d rather not address right then but didn’t want to leave overnight because disgusting and so he took a spare moment to rinse some water in it and dump the contents in the toilet. He splashed some bleach in it and filled it the rest of the way with water and left it soaking in the bathtub.

Music was the next step, he didn’t remember where he tossed his cell phone when he came in and he had to stalk around the apartment before he found it sitting on the kitchen counter just inside the front door, unplugged and with a dead battery. He stared at the screen with an unexpected twist in his chest. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Abruptly, even though he’d woken without tears, just the pounding of his chest and head, he felt like he was going to start crying immediately and he sucked in a deep, noisy breath before making a point of plugging in his damn phone and going back to his room where the smell of the candle was enough to at least put him more in the present. It was the music that helped with the Joker dreams the most though and without it Jason was left feeling jittery and anxious in a way that only seemed to be getting worse the longer he sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his bookshelves trying to decide which one would be the winner for the night.

His knee was bouncing enough he’d probably wake up his downstairs neighbor before something occurred to him. The smashed up box at the foot of his bed was still just where it was when he’d demolished it on his way in. The thought of it made a different anxiety twist in his stomach.

The box was from Alfred. Sort of. The box was full of Jason’s things so he wasn’t sure if it was really from anyone except that one day after patrol when Jason had been high on pain meds, half lying down on a medical cot in the cave with Alfred working on his stitches he’d admitted he missed some of his old stuff, his books, his CD’s, some video games. The conversation wasn’t meant to go anywhere and Jason had no idea why he said anything but Alfred had told him he was free to take whatever he wanted from his old room - it was still his, after all. But the very idea of going back in there made his skin crawl.

He’d heard from Dick that it hadn’t much changed since he died and that kind of made it worse. Jason didn’t want to step back in time, no thanks. The idea that Bruce had turned it into some kind of museum to before he had died did weird things to his insides and he’d told Alfred as much. He didn’t think he could stomach it.

Alfred had left it at that, didn’t push him to keep talking about it or try to tell him he should try anyway, like Dick probably would have. Jason always appreciated that about Alf.

Instead, about a week later Alfred had shown up at his apartment with a weeks worth of meals and a box of things he’d thought Jason might want. It was a nice gesture and Jason had appreciated it but he’d found, despite his earlier musings, that he held the same sort of apprehension to the box as he did to his old room. Everything inside it was part of his old life and most of the time it all just felt - untouchable.

He didn’t know why exactly, just that his years at the manor felt like some weird mix of dream and nightmare he could never quite suss out.

But now, with the Joker’s laughter ringing in his ears he thought it might be the lesser of two evils and he hoped to anyone listening that Alfie packed his old MP3 player.

Jason slid down across his rumpled bed and slipped over the frame, nearly tripped over the crushed box at his feet but fumbled around it until he could sit cross legged on the floor in front of it. He didn’t know where to start exactly, but he decided the best option was getting the MP3 player first. So, he dug in, pulling out old sweatshirts, a couple knit scarves, an old throw blanket. The soft things were all wrapped around the more fragile ones.

Underneath his old clothes and the blanket he finds a stack of CD’s, too bad he doesn’t have a CD player anywhere...There’s a stack of notebooks, a larger stack of book books, an old baseball, and there, the headphones wrapped neatly around it, is his MP3 player. An old iPod shuffle Bruce had gotten him more because it was something other kids had than that he’d known Jason wanted one.

What he was counting on, was good old Alfie, because while the charger for the device was neatly wound up next to it, it had been literal years since Jason had touched the thing and the idea that it might have any battery left was absurd unless Alfred had gone to the trouble of charging it before packing it away for him. With still shaking hands he unwound the headphones rapidly and shove them in his ears, pressing the home button and just praying for some kind of miracle.

“Bless you Alfred.” Jason whispered out over the heavy beat of hip hop music he didn’t ever remember downloading. He took a moment to breathe, sucking in the smell of wintergreen and letting the music drown out the noise in his head. The rest of the contents still sat there in stacks, pushed to the side of the torn open cardboard or still organized neatly inside it.

This was as far as he’d gotten in a month and Jason decided to just bite the bullet and get it over with. He reached for the first thing that caught his attention and pulled out a framed photo of Bruce and Jason at a baseball game. The same one, if Jason remembered correctly, that he’d gotten the ball in the box from. Bruce stood behind Jason, a hand on his shoulder, a half crooked smile on his face that meant it was real, while Jason at 13 years old stood in front of him, grinning from ear to ear with a mit and a baseball held up in his right hand.

He doesn’t remember who took the photo, it must have been some random person at the game, but he remembered being breathless and excited about going, that he’d never been to one before. He remembered telling Bruce that the closest he’d ever gotten was scalping tickets outside the doors of a hockey rink once and being chased off by a security guard. Bruce had gotten a weird look on his face that Jason never knew how to take before he clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed in a way that always made Jason feel weirdly warm in the chest.

“We’ll go to a hockey game next.” He had said. And Jason had been beyond excited.

He swallowed convulsively at the twist in his stomach and set the photo to the side. He wasn’t sure he wanted it anymore. Thinking about the good times with Bruce was always bitter sweet to him now.

Usually more bitter than sweet. The phantom image of a Robin uniform always coming to mind, filled out by some other kid, standing tall and smug. Jason shook his head. He’d decide later.

Next was an old backpack, still filled with his school books. He rifled through one, finding a doodle of a bow an arrow in the corner of one of the pages, a note scribbled underneath he couldn’t actually parse. There were pages of math homework, old assignments with marks ups from his teachers, little notes in red pen.

‘Good work’

‘Nice word choice’

‘Correct formula but you made a common mistake, see me after class and I can explain it better.’

Absently he wondered why Alfred had given him his old school stuff. Not like he had any use for it now and reading through it felt like going through some other kids stuff. It did give him a weird pang of regret. Because Jason had liked school. He’d thrived despite little shitheads in a rich school who thought he didn’t belong there and some teachers alike. Jason felt a weird sort of disgrace at never having graduated High School. Hell, he’d barely started. He stashed everything back inside the bag and set it to the side. He probably wouldn’t get rid of it, thought he wasn’t sure why.

The stack of books was probably what he’d missed the most and he pulled the top most copy off and flipped it open. Jason had a pretty large stash of books at this point, and he had replaced nearly, if not all the novels he’d had in the manor when he was younger already. But it wasn’t the books themselves exactly that he missed.

When Jason had moved into the manor the idea of having books of his own to return to had been a new and glorious thing. On the street, when you needed to keep something for yourself you found a way to mark it, or make it so other people didn’t want it. He’d half ruined most things he’d snatched from stores just so they wouldn’t bother wanting them back if he got caught.

Before his mom had died he’d had access to the Library, which was great, but it meant that none of the books were his and he’d had to keep them nice and neat if he wanted to be able to keep checking them out. It hadn’t been all that easy either, with a drug addicted mother and a lowlife dad who was always bringing other lowlifes around. He’d ended up stashing them under his bed anytime he wasn’t reading them.

The books in the manor were different. They had a library, which Jason treated as such, but Bruce had also expressed that Jason could have his own books. Ones he got to keep in his room that he wasn’t required to return to anyone else or share. He could even make notes in them if he wanted, highlight whatever text interested him or that he wanted to return to.

The idea of marking them up in anyway had horrified Jason when Bruce had made the suggestion, but he liked part of the idea. It made reading feel more like he was an active participant, like he could go back and forth with the characters, like he was involved in the story.

He’d never taken a pen to a book, but what he had done was fill all of his favorites with sticky notes.

Jason still did it sometimes, though he didn’t read as much as he used to as a kid when he was only patrolling on the weekends and just had school to think about. He flipped through the first few pages of Frakenstein, one of his favorites, perusing his own messy handwriting on bright pink paper, faded with age. Again though, the nostalgia twisted hard in his stomach. He was glad to have them back, thought he might actually read through them someday, but what had been something he missed...felt a lot like something he could still never have, now that he was holding it in his hands.

There were all these mixed up, tangled feelings twisted around Jason’s childhood. Sometimes when he was high on pain meds, or drunk maybe, it softened the edges enough to make all this seem like a good idea. But harshly sober and coming down off a nightmare….they just felt kind of like a sad joke.

Like looking at the props from a movie you used to think was real life.

“Whatever.” He mumbled to himself as he grabbed a pile of the books and stacked them back up in a haphazard pile. His bookshelves were neatly organized, lining his bedroom walls on three sides. He made sure to leave room for more, and the second bedroom still had blank walls he’d thought about repurposing for just such an occasion that he ran out. Normally things were organized by genre, then author, then title. But this particular collection he would keep together. He shelved them all on the lowest empty shelf near the floor, next to his dresser.

The picture frame he stuck face down in the drawer of his nightstand to think about later, the baseball, and the mit he dug out to match, he left sitting on his dresser. The couple sweatshirts smelled like fresh laundry, which wasn’t surprising, so he didn’t bother washing them, just hung them up in the very back of his closet. They’d never fit him now, and just looking at them when he tucked the arms of the hanger through the neck hole nearly had him reeling at how tiny he used to be.

His notebooks he didn’t even open, remembering clearly enough the awful drawings he used to make and his own amateur attempts at writing. Journaling had initially been a suggestion from Bruce, back when Jason had frequent outbursts of temper and never wanted to talk about it afterwards. Bruce wasn’t exactly a shining example of talking out your issues, so the journaling had probably been a nice cop out for him, but he still occasionally did some.

The throw blanket, Jason realized when he picked it up, was the same one that Alfred had knitted him for his first Christmas at the manor and that did get him a little choked up. It was red, and a little faded, the color clashed pretty badly with his bedspread if he was being honest but he didn’t care. He took the time to make up his blankets and folded the throw neatly at the end of his bed. Then he settled himself back on the floor in front of the nearly empty box.

There wasn’t much else he expected to find in it. It was large enough that Alfred had managed to fit his old skateboard, which Jason chuckled to see. Despite his skills as robin he had never gotten very good with the thing. He left it leaned up against his bedroom wall behind the door and went in for the last item, sitting neatly at the base of the box. It was wrapped in brown parchment paper and tied in twine, about the size and shape of a book if Jason had to guess, and a badly wrinkled card was tucked underneath the string.

Jason assumed at first that it was a gift from Alfred, stashed at the bottom of the box as some sort of surprise but the obviously crumpled and reflattened card couldn’t have been the butler. So Jason slipped out the card, a nice stock with a simple picture on the front of a sailboat that looked oddly familiar to him.

Upon opening the card he was momentarily confused. There was obviously a decent amount of text written out at one point, but it had all been scribbled out pretty damn thoroughly, he squinted at it for a moment, trying to make out the words as a slow dawning unease settled on his shoulders. He couldn’t quite make out the words but somehow the handwriting still looked familiar, a messy but somehow still graceful looping cursive that could only be Bruce’s.

Jason swallowed roughly, eyes scanning the card over again and then peering into the box like it might now suddenly contain a poisonous snake. It didn’t make sense.

That there was possibly a….gift stashed somewhere in his room from Bruce that he had never known about didn’t make any sense. And the idea that Bruce would have for some reason gotten him a gift since he was out of the manor and asked Alfred to deliver it made even less. Unless it was something related to their vigilante lives maybe. Maybe it was useful to Red Hood somehow and the scribbled out card was code for something.

But something told him it wasn’t. Bruce was ridiculous and paranoid and overly dramatic at the best of times but a secret message disguised as an old gift instead of making a phone call or telling him in person on one of the not infrequent times they might run into each other on patrol made little to no sense. And the gift did seem old he realized.

Reaching in and picking it up out of the box he found the brown paper covered in a layer of dust, brushed off in a pattern that could only have been someone’s hands moving it to begin with. The twine was brittle and snapped at the knot with a very light tug.

There was a feeling Jason sometimes got, like he was swimming in the ocean and he could sense some huge and dangerous coming up beneath him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. In general it didn’t usually represent (wrong word) anything positive but he was already waist deep in this whole thing and that feeling didn’t tend to leave him until the cause was addressed. So he took a single deep breath and tore the paper off, trying to brace himself for any possibility.

However, when the paper came off he was left with a complete absence of any reaction. He hadn’t known what to expect but somehow what he found was still entirely unexpected.

It was two items, stacked neatly one on top of the other. One, which was, upon retrospect, predictably a book. A hardcover copy of Pride and Prejudice, with a swirling and beautifully designed cover in deep navy blue, overlaid with gold.

On top of that was a slim DVD case with a photo of Kira Knightly looking artfully to the side with a blurry Matthew Mcfadyen in the background.

“What the hell.”

Jason yanked the headphones out of his ears, suddenly feeling the need for the quiet to digest whatever the heck he as seeing. He grabbed up the crumpled card again and opened it flat, smoothing it out on top of the book and squinting in concentration at the scribbled lines of pen. If Bruce wasn’t a pretentious asshole who always wrote in cursive he thought he may have been able to make it out but as it was the only thing that wasn’t in cursive was a cluster of numbers in the upper right hand side of the card that had only been partially scribbled out. He should have noticed them immediately but he had been more intrigued by what he was apparently not supposed to see.

The numbers though, they were clearly a date. A date that Jason stared at with a numbness in his bones while his brain calculated where he was and what he was doing when it was written. It was dated nearly a year ago. Right around the time that….that the two of them had talked. That Jason had agreed to play by Bruce’s rules.

“What….the hell.” Jason repeated to himself. His voice strangled and clipped. Dropping the card he suddenly flipped the book open, flipping the pages in a fan and looking for something more, turning the book face down and shaking out the pages hoping for some other information. Nothing.

He cracked open the DVD case next, popping the disc out and the little leaflet of information thinking there had to be some kind of hidden message somewhere.

“This is such bullshit.” He whispered to himself, incredulous and weirdly lost.

A strangely frantic idea was occurring to him and he picked up the card again, stumbling to his feet and going for one of the notebooks he’d stashed in his closet. He took the one on top and tore out the first blank page he came to and then spent ten minutes digging around for a pencil, ending up with the single sheet of notebook paper and the card, standing in his boxers and a t-shirt in his kitchen. The card he laid out on the countertop, putting the notebook paper on top of it. He angled the pencil carefully and began brushing gentle strokes across the paper.

It was an old hat trick Jason used to read about in ancient detective novels like it was some genius level trick, it would create a negative image of whatever had been written on the page before it was scribbled out, provided the original script was written with enough pressure. Bruce tended to have a heavy hand so he thought it’d be enough but the way the card was crumpled up made it a special challenge, leaving other divots and lines through the text.

When he was done he stared at the sheet of paper with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Damnit.” It looked like scribbles, which was exactly what it was, but maybe a tiny bit more like actual words than before. He studied it, trying to make out the individual first and last letter of each word.

The first word was clearly his name, he took the pencil and carefully wrote out “Jason” below the scribbles.

The first line he could make out sparing words from. He went through the note methodically, writing down words he could make out, leaving a line on the page for each word he couldn’t, carefully counting each word until he was at the bottom of the card and his hands were shaking again, worse than when he’d woken up from the dream.

He stared at what he had, trying to make heads or tales of it.

Jason,

I know ___ ___ ___ this book, ___ ____ ____ more ____ ___ copy. I think I remember ____ ____ me at some ____ ____ I ______ you of Mr. Darcy. ________ I was ______ and _____ _____ if my ______ ______ right.

Maybe you’ve ____ the _____ _______ too, ____ for me to say. It’s ____ a _____ _____ ____ talked _____ books and movies. But I saw this pair _____ sold ________ in a classics __________ at the ______ Bookstore in Gotham and I _______ of you. ____ _______ you might _____ it, ___ a good _________ of the book, if ___ _______. _____ __ _____ watch it ________ and _______ notes.

I miss you.

The vast majority of it didn’t make much sense beyond being clearly about the story and probably not some hidden message, but Jason didn’t care a whole lot.

Instead he stared at those last three words, feeling a tremor run up his spine. He dropped the paper on the counter like it burned him and took a step back, swallowing convulsively. His eyes were burning and his chest felt tight and this was not the bullshit he’d been expecting in that damn box.

“Fucking Alfred.” Jason scooped up the crumpled card and the sheet of paper and stomped back into his bedroom, grabbing the book and the movie and dumping it all in the bottom drawer of his dresser with old electronics and chargers he wasn’t sure went to what to be forgotten about. The drawer slammed closed and he stood there breathing like a freight train for a split second before he went back to the foot of his bed where he tore the empty box until it was flat and recyclable, he stashed it under his sink and he fumed.

Glancing at the clock on his microwave told him it was nearing 5am, meaning he’d gotten maybe three hours of sleep and that the the sun would be coming up in a couple hours. He stomped around his kitchen, dragging out coffee beans and milk and generally making as much noise as possible while making coffee just hoping his downstairs neighbor would come pounding on the door so he could scream in someone’s face.

“Fucking Alfred.” He hissed again, feeling utterly unsteady and hollow. Like someone had scooped out his insides with a spoon. It was such a bullshit move.

Jason wasn’t an idiot. No way Bruce knew that was in Alfred’s little care package. Bruce had probably forgotten the thing existed, had probably thought it had all been thrown away. He’d clearly meant to dispose of the card, probably had, and Alfred had rescued it from the trash and kept it on hand, just waiting to leave it like a bomb for Jason to find. Probably hoped it would open his eyes.

Make him see the light.

Jason was not going to be manipulated by some shitty card that Bruce had thrown in the trash rather than actually give him. And what kind of bullshit was that? Bruce thought he could give him some crappy copy of a book and a movie with a casual little note and things would be good?

He was insane. Bruce was insane and Jason had known it for years.

Jason was shaking his head, pulling a mug out of the cupboard for the coffee and setting it down harder than he needed to. What had he even been thinking? What? That if he gave Jason a present he’d just forget about all the other shit?

Oh, except that he didn’t give him the gift. Instead he threw away the card and put the gift somewhere it was gathering dust for the past year.

There were dishes in the sink from his dinner and he went about washing them by hand instead of using the dishwasher, needing to move, needing something to occupy his hands.

Needed something to work out his aggression on so he could keep hold of the anger in his chest.

He’d bought Jason a gift.

He leaned against the counter sink, gripping the edge hard and feeling the sharp edges of his indignation stuttering and losing their shape. He tried to grab onto it, hold it in place like the shield it was.

But - Jesus he doesn’t really know what to think of it. So Bruce bought it for him, and then what? Couldn’t bring himself to actually give it to him? His stomach twists in knots over it. He remembers meeting up with Bruce, sharing burgers on the hood of the batmobile and agreeing to work by Bruce’s rules.

He remembers he’d been in a good mood that day, that he’d felt more exasperated and amused by the request/demand than he would otherwise normally be. He remembers Bruce being blank and awkward and the good feelings slowly draining. Remembered Bruce cutting the meeting short and making some excuse for it and leaving Jason with that same souring bitterness he always ended up with with Bruce.

He hadn’t gone back on the agreement, he wasn’t really sure why exactly. Except that maybe...maybe him asking meant he didn’t believe Jason was some kind of lost cause.

Not that Jason cared, he had nothing to prove, not to Bruce.

But sometimes there were reasons to prove things to yourself and Jason wasn’t sure he had yet.

It didn’t matter. For now he wasn’t killing anyone and he was on the Bat’s good side. It didn’t explain the movie. There was a date on the card but for the life him Jason can’t remember exactly when they had their chat at the Batmobile. It was....around that time, but was it before or after? He can’t remember, and for some reason that really bugs him.

He doesn’t want to think about this stupid shit.

But Bruce had thought about him apparently. He….he missed him.

It was ridiculous. It wasn’t true.

Jason had to resist the urge to go dig that stupid card out of his dresser and try to parse out the words again.

“God damnit!” He slammed his hands against the edge of the sink.

He wasn’t supposed to care about this crap anymore. He didn’t. He didn’t care.

Jason didn’t care and he was going to stop thinking about it.

…..God he was going to need a shit ton of coffee to make it through the day.

#Jason Todd #Fanfiction #nanowrimo #Batman #Batfam

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shadesofjungkook · 5 years

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all i want for christmas is you

words: 2261

prompt: “you made me a christmas playlist but it’s just mariah carey’s ‘all i want for christmas is you’. i can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke”

genre: fluff

a/n: Welcome to Day 4 of Ficmas! this is an ongoing series that i thought i would attempt to do until christmas day! i’ve been under the weather these past few days so i apologize if this is subpar. i was hyped up on cold medicine when i wrote it buuuuut i still hope you enjoy it for what it is! 💖✨

you are three things: a broke college student, a barista at your campus coffee shop and most importantly a music playlist god. being a music playlist god didn’t stop you from being broke but it did make your time working at the student brew more bearable.

after three semesters of working at the student brew, you grew tired of the constant drone of the satellite radio that played throughout the shop. so, for the sake of your sanity, you took it upon yourself to curate your own playlists for the coffee shop.

to your surprise —and your boss’s— it became a huge success and the shop became the ‘it’ place to hang out. students enjoyed their drinks and treats while bobbing their heads to the beat of the music, and humming along to the various melodies. it was rewarding to see your talent in putting songs in a certain order be appreciated by so many. it made your time working at the student brew just a bit more worth it.

well, that and other reason that went by the name of jeon jungkook.

you never planned on having a favourite customer at the shop. but when jungkook took a special interest in your playlists, your song selections and the reasons behind them you couldn’t help but be a little endeared. the fact that he was also so cute was just a bonus. so, you gave him special privileges. he’d get extra whip cream on his hot chocolates, free upsizes and little happy faces drawn next to his name on his cups of coffee. but his favourite privilege (and yours), was when you let him stay back in the shop to keep you company after the last customer left for the night.

tonight, was another one of those nights where jungkook employed his after closing privileges. the last customer had left an hour ago and you finished all the closing procedures for the shop. you felt bad letting jungkook wait on you so you rushed off to the shop’s staff room, ripped off your apron, and clocked out of your shift.

you sped walk your way back into the shop and took a spot behind the front counter. jungkook was leaning into the counter on the other side, humming to jingle bell rock playing above. when he saw you come closer he leaned in even more and donned a wide grin.

“i liked the playlist you made today.”

“did you? i was sort of worried it would be too cliché since every other place in the english-speaking world is playing the same songs twenty-four seven.”

“true. but i still like your order of cliché christmas songs the best.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring jungkook’s compliment and the heat rising to the tips of your ears. “well aren’t you sweet?”

jungkook chuckles. “actually,” he begins, “i’m sweet and an aspiring christmas music playlist god.”

you raise your eyebrows at him, “oh really? when did this happen?”

he grins, “while you were cleaning up.”

you pull yourself across the countertop, closing the distance between you and jungkook. you bring your arm out in front of him with your palm open. you open and close it, itching for the boy to hand over his phone so you can see his playlist.

jungkook laughs at your eagerness but shakes his head. “no way. i want you to hear the playlist before you see what songs i put on it.”

you pout and let your hand fall, your shoulders following suit. “fine. but can i at least have your phone so i can plug it into the sound system?”

“only if you don’t peek and let me press play.”

your head rolls from one side to the other as you let out a sigh. “fine.”

jungkook’s shoulders shake, a breathy chuckle emitting from his lips. you want to roll your eyes at him again but only let a smile small appear on your face instead.

“well? are you going to come around the counter and show me this playlist? or were you just bluffing?”

jungkook scoffs as he moves away from you. he pulls his phone out of his pocket and he makes his way around the counter. he walks up to you and opens his hand face up. you smirk as you turn to your right to unplug your phone from the aux cord connected to the shop’s sound system. you then turn back to jungkook and take a step back. you extend your arm, beckoning him to plug in his phone and play the playlist he insisted on keeping secret.

he smiles and moves forward. he plugs the aux cord into his phone and pulls up his music app. he pauses and peeks his head over his shoulder to look at you. “ready?”

“are you ready for judgement?”

jungkook scoffs. “my playlist is golden. i’m just worried you won’t understand how good it is.”

you put a hand on your chest, mock shock written on your face. “try me jeon.”

he smirks before he turns back to his phone and presses play. there’s a moment of silence before you hear the sound of twinkling trickle out of the shop’s speakers. then you hear a specific vocal run that would trigger any christmas scrooge.

“really? you’re going to start off your christmas playlist with all i want for christmas is you?”

jungkook smiles wide as he fires finger guns at you. “hell yeah. who doesn’t love a little mariah carey in the wintertime.”

you roll your eyes and take a step closer to jungkook to lightly slap him on his chest. he curls into the hit letting a small giggle escape his lips. you smile in response, too endeared in him to really be mad at his song choice. his smile mirrors your own before he takes your hands into his.

your eyes widen and you let out a squeak as jungkook pulls you into his chest. he laughs, bringing your connected hands above your heads and prompting you to walk underneath. you giggle but go along with his little impromptu dance. as you make your way back around, jungkook pulls you close to him again, with your back flush against his chest. you bite your lip, feeling the rush of christmas red run straight to your cheeks.

as quickly as your blush appears jungkook spins you back out and away from him. he lets go of your hand, leaving you breathless as he begins to swing his arms wildly from left to right. his own version of the carlton has you throwing your head back in laughter and grabbing your stomach as it cramps up with every laugh. jungkook’s eyes grow smaller, crinkling at the sides as he basks in your laughter.

jungkook stops his little dance as the song begins to fade out. you wipe the tears brimming at your eyes, letting the last of your giggles come out. the song finishes and you open your mouth to ask jungkook what song he had picked out next when you hear a familiar tune begin to fill the room.

“is this…? is this all i want for christmas is youagain?”

jungkook stands tall with a proud smile on his face as he brushes an imaginary beard, his one eyebrow raised.

“maybe so.”

“jungkook. we just heard this, skip to the next song.”

an almost wicked smile flashes across the boy’s face as he turns away from you to unlock his phone. he turns back to face you a little and you can see the song’s cover art on his screen. you glance up from his phone and see jungkook staring at you, that same wicked smile on his face.

“just remember, you asked me to skip this song.”

“just play the next song already.”

he shrugs his shoulder and presses the skip button. you peek at his phone to see what song he chose when you notice you’ve seen no change. mariah carey is still displayed on his phone’s screen and that same twinkling intro plays out from the speakers above you.

your eyebrows furrow as you switch your eyes between jungkook’s eyes and his phone.

“jungkook, i think you accidentally pressed the repeat button on your phone. there’s no way you put this song on for the third time.”

jungkook doesn’t say anything right away. he smirks at you as he beckons you over and offers his phone up to you.

“if you want to know what my playlist is you can look through it yourself.”

you throw both your hands up in the air. “now you’re letting me see your playlist.”

jungkook nods his head and steps back as you move up to grab his phone. he moves to the other side of you and you look up at him eyeing him and his every move. he tucks his lips into his mouth, trying his best to contain himself, as he watches you divert your attention back to his phone and press the skip button.

you are once again met with mariah carey sitting in the snow on the phone’s screen as her voice echoes out from above. you whip your head back to jungkook who has an ear-splitting grin on his face. you look back at his phone and double check that the song isn’t on repeat. it isn’t. you shake your head, your mouth opening and closing before you press skip again.

all i want for christmas is you.

skip.

all i want for christmas is you.

skip.

all i want for christmas is you.

skip. skip. skip

all i want for christmas is you.

by now jungkook is howling beside you, watching the confusion course through your face. you close your eyes and let out a huff of air. you place jungkook’s phone down and slowly turn your head to shoot daggers straight into his eyes. the boy remains unaffected by your dangerous stare as he tilts his head and lets that wicked smile back on his face.

“it’s a pretty kick-ass playlist don’t you think?”

“jeon jungkook this has got to be some kind of sick joke.” you scoff.

he shakes his head. “nope. this is a special playlist just for you.”

you throw your hands up in the air. “what’s so special about hearing mariah carey tell me that all she wants for christmas is me?”

jungkook chuckles at your frustration. you stare up at him as he pauses to let his eyes search between yours. almost like he was trying to send you a message telepathically.

“i don’t think it’s mariah that’s the one who’s trying to tell you that all they want for christmas is you,” he says in a soft voice.

you let your head fall back. your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare at the ceiling mariah's chipper voice fogging up your mind. you pull your head upright again, gazing at jungkook with a pout set in your face.

“this song has rotted my brain jungkook. just tell me what the heck you mean.”

jungkook shuts his eyes and throws back his head. a groan travels up his neck and out of his mouth. he rolls his head back to the side and stares at you with immense pity. you stare back at him more confusion written on your face and jungkook shakes his head and lets out a weak chuckle.

“it’s me idiot. i’m the one trying to say that all i want for christmas is you.”

your eyes grow as each second of realization passes by. the blush from earlier makes a comeback to your cheeks as you drop your gaze to the floor. you bring your hands to your face as you shake your head back and forth.

i really am an idiot.you think.

jungkook chuckles. he steps closer to you and pulls your hands away from your face and holds them within his own. he swings them back and forth, pulling a small giggle out of you as you finally glance back up at him. you’re greeted with a warm smile when you do and your chest squeezes. jungkook squeezes your hands and takes a deep breath.

“i know this isn’t the most romantic way to ask someone out… but i thought it made sense with you since you make playlists and stuff… uh, anyway, i think just think you’re a really cool person and i’ve enjoyed talking and getting to know you. plus, i think you’re super cute and i’ve wanted to ask you out for so long but i just couldn’t muster up the coura-.”

jungkook is silenced with your soft lips and arms around his neck. the shock of your soft impact subsides and he takes no time to wrap his arms around you. he pulls you closer into his embrace and you smile into his lips before you pull back and gaze up into his eyes.

“well, i happen to think that making a playlist for the person you like is the most romantic thing in the world.”

jungkook beams. “will you make my wish come true, and be all that i want for christmas this year?”

you tilt your head and let a smug smile creep along your face. “how about letting me be all you want for longer than just christmas?”

jungkook nods his head. “hell yeah, i’d let you do that.”

you giggle as you lift yourself up on the tips of your toes. mariah’s voice still wafts through the coffee shop as you pull jungkook down in for another kiss.

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #jungkook reaction #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts reactions #writing #ficmas 2018 #long #ALSO I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING BEHIND ON FICMAS #I MIGHT HAVE TO MAKE IT A WEEK LONG PROJECT INSTEAD OF 12 DAYS :(#BUT WE'LL SEE #IF I CAN JUST PUMP OUT THINGS IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS

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Little Talks and Mishaps [Epilogue]

Plot: AU Your neighbor summoned a demon as a dare, except he somehow overshot things and landed in your apartment. (Despite the lack of a pentagram.) He keeps showing up and oddly, he makes it a point to stop by after he’s done with her.

Rating: R (Language, implied sex, flirting, innuendos, incubus mythology)

Characters: Incubus!RM x Female Reader, Meg OC, plus mention of other members.

Notes: I am not an expert on demonology. This was based off a comical dream I had about someone accidentally ending up in my apartment when in reality they were looking for someone else. (The figure in the dream wasn’t a demon per se but a rookie individual that wasn’t human who appeared in places without using the front door.) This a different universe from the one with Incubus!Jungkook – different complex, neighbor, and scenario. Some of the rules from the mythology I wrote in JJK’s series will appear here.

"I’m so sorry for double booking!”

“Just go, you’re making the poor guy wait!” you insisted, cradling the phone between your ear and shoulder.

You strained your ears and heard hangers shuffling around in the closet, then drawers being opened.

“Tie or no tie?” Taehyung asked.

“No tie – unless it’s a formal place you’re wining and dining him,” you advised.

“He said it’s nicer than a quick service, but it’s not super bougie,” the young man replied.

“Okay, nix the tie,” you concluded. “Enjoy and be safe.”

“I owe you one,” Taehyung promised before hanging up.

You plugged your phone to your charger once the call ended and you stretched your arms. It had been a long, taxing day at work with non-stop meetings, sending several e-mails, and a handful of calls to outside partners. Taehyung accidentally double booking you with his new beau was saving grace for you. As much as you enjoyed his company, tonight you needed time for yourself.

You opened up your app for a food service delivery and scrolled through your options, trying to decide what to eat tonight. Your eyes lingered on the section containing weekly specials and you clicked to see it was Korean food this week. A small smile crossed your lips as you recalled the first Korean meal the tall, handsome incubus brought you after a long day at work.

Your finger scrolled through the restaurants and located the exact one he brought you bulgogi and pork belly from. Making up your mind, you added both meats, plus a side of japchae, to your cart and submitted the request.

Thirty minutes passed before you heard a knock at the door. You looked up from checking the TV Guide for shows and movies to watch and walked to the door.

You did a double take when you saw a familiar face outside the door, holding bags of food and a rolled rug under one arm.

For a moment you stepped away from the peephole, shaking your head. No, it was just your imagination. Namjoon wasn’t really outside your door at this hour with food and a rug, right?

The knock came again and you took a deep breath before unlocking the door and slowly opening it.

“You called for delivery?” Namjoon said as he hoisted the bags. “That also comes with a very overdue, complimentary rug.”

You snickered at the last part and beckoned him inside. “You delivering food on the side now?”

Namjoon shook his head and carried the bags to the counter. He shifted the rug to his other arm and prompted you to tell him where it needed to go. You took it and placed it in your room, propping it against the wall.

“I’ll deal with it later – thank you,” you told him. “But seriously, what are you doing here?”

“One of my colleagues does food delivery, but he has a commitment tonight,” Namjoon explained.

“Why did he take it? I mean, someone else could have said they’d do it,” you murmured.

Namjoon shook his head as he unpacked the food from the bags, lining the boxes up neatly on the counter. “He likes to take as many deliveries as possible because it means more money and more chances he might get lucky. He looks cute at first, but he’s capable of switching to sexy in seconds. I think he thought he could squeeze this one in before his commitment, but he forgot that he booked it too close. So I told him I’d do it, since I already know you. I don’t get to keep any of the money though.”

“Not even a bit of the tip?”

“I’m pretty sure he’d be upset if I took a cent,” Namjoon sighed. “Well, whatever – it’s his fault for trying to do too much at once.”

You walked over to the kitchen and took a seat at the counter, gesturing to the boxes holding bulgogi, pork belly, and japchae. “Well I tipped in the app already, but as a consolation, please hang out and eat with me? I do have some of that honey sesame cheesecake you tried when we first met.”

Namjoon paused, meeting your eyes. “You sure?”

You nodded and encouraged him to serve himself some food, pointing to the cabinet where the plates were kept. He retrieved two and passed a plate over to you, prompting you to serve yourself first.

“I don’t know what you did, but I’m really glad Meg’s gone,” you said as you wiped your mouth.

“I’m glad things are going better here for everyone,” he said. He pushed around a small piece of bulgogi with his chopsticks before picking it up. “Still single, huh?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“I don’t smell another male or female on you,” he commented. “Although you look tired. Everything going well at work?”

“Just busy,” you confessed. “I needed a night to myself, so I’m glad my friend accidentally double booked.”

“Good, glad you’re taking time for yourself,” he replied. He held out the piece of beef with a smile and you snorted.

“Still have that feeding kink I see.”

“It’s...hey! It’s not a kink!” he protested, a blush coloring his cheeks. “I like taking care of people!”

“Sure,” you teased. You took your plate to the sink and rinsed it, before adding it to the dishwasher.

Namjoon ate the bulgogi and brought his plate over, while you retrieved the cheesecake from the fridge.

“You want a slice?” you asked as you glanced over your shoulder.

“Only if I can share it with you.”

“How’s your real world experience going?” you asked.

Namjoon cut a piece off the slice and shared that he was doing well. He hadn’t done too much hooking up with humans since dealing with Meg, partly due to the fact that he had to file paperwork on the incident with the council.

“I didn’t get in trouble,” he reassured you. He stabbed the piece onto his fork, placing it in his mouth. He swallowed slowly and explained that Meg’s repeat requests were a rare case, which meant the council had to have records on file, especially since she was revealed to be a problematic case.

“We don’t get a lot of humans asking for the same demon,” he explained. “It was kind of nice to get a break from your world, but I don’t miss the paperwork. It took forever.” He stabbed another piece and held it to your lips.

“Did you feed Meg too or is it just me that gets fed?” you joked.

Namjoon shot you a look and you parted your lips to let the fork enter. The taste of honey, sesame, and soft cream cheese hit your tongue and you chewed slowly before swallowing. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Namjoon’s thumb coming toward your lips, then swipe at the corner to remove a small bit of the cheesecake.

You watched as his tongue flicked out to eat the bit of cheesecake off his thumb, eyes widening when you noticed how long it was. Honestly, you didn’t know much about incubi and their physical traits, other than they fed off sexual activity and whatnot. But after seeing his tongue, you couldn’t help but wonder how useful it probably was for oral.

“Y/N, you’re thinking about something naughty,” he teased when he studied your face. “Care to share?”

You coughed, trying to look away. He laughed warmly, amused by your sudden shyness.

“The tongue always catches humans off guard,” he noted with a faint smirk.

You nodded and rubbed the back of your neck, muttering that you didn’t expect him to have that.

“Maybe a big dick but – oh shit, I said that out loud!” you blurted out, clapping a hand over your mouth.

The incubus blushed slightly at the comment and he tilted his head, trying to get you to look at him. After a few moments, he slowly reached a hand out, resting it on top of yours.

Your eyes fell on the long fingers, a few adorned with heavy looking rings. Maybe it had been too long since you got laid – normally you could keep yourself in control, but tonight, it seemed hard to ignore them when you were being fed by a handsome demon.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I promise I’m not this thirsty.”

“It’s been a while, huh?”

"Yeah...actually I can’t remember the last time I took care of myself,” you confessed. You bit your tongue, trying to stop yourself from saying more.

Namjoon’s hand slowly massaged yours, his thumb circling your skin. “Well...if you would like help, I’m happy to assist in any way. We don’t have to go all the way and I’m not accepting a deal for this.”

You looked up at him as a thought crossed your mind. “Wait, when was the last time you fed?”

Namjoon sank his teeth into his bottom lip and thought about it for a moment. “Honestly? I think a couple of months – Meg might have been the last. I’ve been consuming a substitute food to hold myself over. It’s not great, but I wanted to get the damn paperwork completed right away.”

You turned to face him in your seat and met his eyes. “Would I taste any better than the fake stuff?”

His eyes widened and he blinked. His tongue poked out between his lips and his eyes flashed a brighter color of amber.

“Oh definitely.”

#BTS RM #BTS AU #BTS RM AU #BTS incubus AU #incubus AU #tw: incubus #tw: innuedos #tw: implied sex #18+#yourkeeperoftherunners original #number 2703

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timelock97 · 5 years

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Out of Order Love

Chapter Twelve: What if I’m Wrong?

tomhollandxreader

Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Word Count: 1975

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

"I don't care what time it is here, please call or text once you get to London." I tell Tom as I pull into the airport at six in the morning.

"If it's not late here I'll call, but if it is I will text, I promise." Tom says squeezing my hand. He smiles at me then lets out a breath before pulling me slightly to him to hug me as best as he can in the car.

"Tell everyone I say hello as well, if you don't mind." I bury my head into the crook of his neck and he squeezes me tighter, pressing a quick kiss to my temple.

"I will." He pulls away and lets himself out of the car. He turns and looks at me after he grabs his suitcase from the back seat. "Have a nice week, love. Don't miss me too much." He jokes, giving me a weary smile. I blow a kiss and wave. Tom returns the gesture, turns, and walks inside, but not before looking back at me one more time.

I sigh and watch as he disappears into the building before putting the car back into drive and heading back to the highway. Now that I am alone, the first time in a very long time, I groan at the silence. With heated hands, I quickly turn on the radio and flip stations to find something to listen to. The first station is playing "Hard to Be Cool" by Joe Nichols, and as much as I love that song I feverishly switch stations again. The next station is playing "Shotgun Rider" by Tim McGraw. "Seriously?" I grumble switching stations again. The third station is playing "Fallin' for You" by Colbie Caillat. Groaning louder I switch stations again, now it's playing "Superman" by Rachel Platten. I shut off the radio and say "Okay Google," my phone pings in the cup holder, "Shuffle Music playlist." The phone pings again before the playlist starts. After a minute, "A Guy that I'd Kinda Be Into" from the Be More Chill musical blares through the speaker. "Son of a bitch!" I screech as I turn off my phone as well. Well, no music today, but God it's too quiet. Once I pull into the driveway I go in and play Markiplier's FNAF playlist just to drown out the silence. I clean up the dishes from the night before, throw in a load of laundry, and take a long, hot shower. I glance at the clock seeing that it is now eleven, finally I give in and pull my phone from my back pocket and call Jamie.

"Oh my gosh, what's wrong?" Jamie's voice comes out of the receiver rushed

"Hey, Jamie, nothing's wrong." I laugh shaking my head.

"Oh, I figured there was something since you usually just text me. Uh, so what's up?"

"Just have a question." I say as I lean on the counter.

"Shoot."

"Can you hang out today? I really need to talk to someone about something, it's really important."

There is a short pause, "Do I get context?"

"When you come over...?"

"I'll be right over." She chirps, the sound of her moving around is muffled through the phone.

"You're the best," I sigh, "see you soon."

"Bye! Love you!"

"Love you too!" I hang up and blow air through closed lips. It's now or never, I guess. I take Tess outside on the deck and watch as she moves from one end of the fence to the other. After she looks up at me and follows me back inside. "What to do, what to do..." I mutter as I waltz back into the kitchen and pull out some frozen strawberries and throw them in a glass bowl with warm water to start thawing them, as well as frozen bananas. A knock from the front door causes Tess to bark and go investigate. "The door is open, Jame!" I call, thankful that I don't have to busy myself anymore.

"Hi." Jamie calls, letting herself in. "Is it just you?"

"Yeah, Tom flew to London to visit family. I'm in the kitchen by the way."

Jamie comes and joins me, Tessa following closely behind her licking her hand occasionally. Jamie hugs me as I pull the blender out from the corner counter. "So you have the house to yourself this week?"

"Yup," I place the ingredients into the blender and and the sound fills the air.

"What did you want to talk about?" Jamie yells over the blender mixing our smoothies.

"Uh, let me finish this then I can explain."

"Is it about Tom?" She questions as I pull the pitcher off the machine to pour it into glasses. I look up at her and nod. "Is it bad?"

"No," I pause, "yes? I don't know. I have to explain from the beginning for you to understand." I hand her the glass and motion for her to sit with me on the couch. Once I do, Tess joins us and lays her head in my lap. Jamie motions me to continue. "Okay, so what I am about to explain to you, you cannot repeat."

"Just between the two of us." She nods.

I nod back, taking a breath. "I lied, Tom and I didn't fall in love in Vegas, we got completely wasted and ended up getting married by accident." I pause to watch her face, but she just looks at me so I continue, "This whole marriage is because it would have messed up his career so we played the part, bought a house, and everything else. The plan had been that we did this for three months then stage a falling out, we could go on with our own lives after that." I lay my head on the back of the couch, "We are almost into our third month now, so it's almost over-"

"But you don't want it to end." She says understanding.

"I mean," I look at her. "You know I had a celebrity crush on him, but now that I know him it's completely different. He's-" I stop and let out a shaky laugh- "He's everything I had ever wanted in a guy. We talk about everything, he is always there for me. Hell, Jamie, I don't even think I might be in love with him, I know . And-" I shake my head and set the smoothie back on the coffee table so I can wipe my tear filled eyes- "And after this month the divorce papers are supposed to come in and I am going to have to sign them because, God, I can't hold him back from his life."

"Have you talked to him about this?" Jamie says moving closer, "Maybe he feels the same?"

"But what if he doesn't, I mean, he might." I look down at Tessa, she lifts her head to lick a tear from off my cheek and snuggle into me in her own way of telling me not to cry. "Him and I talked about sleeping separately once we moved in, but that never happened. And even in private he calls me pet names, or hugs me from behind, or kisses me on the cheek when I tell him I am going to bed early..." I let out a wet laugh, whipping my eyes again and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "But he is an actor, what if he just so happens to be playing the part?"

"(Y/N/N)," I look at her to see the softest smile adorning her features. "He couldn't stop talking about you when we went out last week for that dress. He was talking about all the nights you would get home and just plop on the couch with him or movie nights or just messing with him to get a rise out of him. He looked so in love, (Y/N/N)."

"I just can't, I don't know, I can't get my hopes up because if I misinterpreted anything and he doesn't, I am going to be so lost. I mean, he could have any girl he wants, and right now he's stuck with me."

"Any guy would be lucky to be stuck with you! You're (Y/N) freaking (Y/L/N)!" Jamie yells, playfully, making me laugh, before her face becomes serious again. Jamie grabs my hand and holds it, "Who knows about this?"

"About me being in love with him? You. About this whole situation in general? Haz, Emily, and Tom's manager."

"Just talk to him, I doubt he won't feel the same way."

"And what if you're wrong?"

"Then you just have to know that you have people who are going to be here if that happens."

I smile at her and pull her into a hug. "Thanks, Jame, I really needed to talk about this."

"Anytime, now," she pulls away, clapping her hands, "I think we need a rant session."

"Oh, God, do I have some stories for you."

"From what you've told me, (Y/N/N), that guy would have to be stupid to think he doesn't love you." We had gone from our usual rant session of talking about weird co-workers, crazy customers, and even more awkward encounters with people from high school to me telling Jamie about some of the things that had been happening between Tom and I behind closed doors.

I laugh and shake my head. My phone goes off in the kitchen where it is plugged in. Jamie laughs as I nearly fall while running over to grab it. I flip it over, and see a dorky picture I had gotten of Tom while he had been trying on a pair of scrubs from my closet. I answer excitably, "Tom!"

"Hey, baby!" I feel my face heat up at the pet name, "I made it here safe and sound. Sam came and picked me up so I am all good."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"How are you? Did you do anything fun today?"

"Just hung out with Jamie, she is actually still here-"

"Oh, then I will let you go. I don't want to take time from that. Give Tess a hug for me?"

"I will," I giggle leaning on the counter. "Get some sleep, Tom."

"I will, bye, love."

"Bye" I murmur taking my phone with me back to the couch.

"I don't even need to ask who that was." Jamie giggled

"He was just letting me know that he made it." I glance down at my phone seeing that I already had a text message.

Current Husband

I just realized that I am going to be all alone tonight, neither of my girls will be with me.

I will never fall asleep.

The Wife

You will, just might take a bit

Current Husband

Is it bad that I miss you already?

The Wife

How will you last when you go back to filming?

(The house is so quiet without you honestly)

Current Husband

I won't.

I will leave you be now, have a good night, love

The Wife

I hope you fall asleep soon.

Enjoy your trip

"Hey, Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have plans tomorrow?" I look up from my phone to look at her.

"No, why do you ask?"

"I think I need to go shopping tomorrow, and I was hoping you would come with me?"

"Yeah, what for?"

I smile and look at my phone screen at a series of pictures that Tom had taken on my phone one day I wasn't keeping track of it. Most were of him making silly faces with a few of Tessa thrown in there. I stop at the picture when I had realized he had taken my phone. It was blurry, but I could easily make out me chasing Tom around the living room, his mouth open from laughing. "A ring."

Part 13

#CG writes #husband!tomholland #tomhollandxreader #tomholland2013 #accidentalmarriage!tomholland #fakedating!tomholland

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overenthusiasticcartoonlover · 5 years

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Yeah, Sure

Chapter 3

So I hate to ask a favor, but we need some extra practice time before competitions. Is there any way we could come to your school’s gym again? -Mona 15:30

Louisa smiles softly at the text message, just finishing up some classwork in the library. She gathers her stuff and puts it away, before responding.

It’s no trouble. Let me check with Prof. Yoko. -Louisa 15:35

She heads out to the physical building, trying not to let it bother her, when one of the girls from her class goes out of their way to avoid her. No one’s talked to her at all in the past couple of weeks, and so she’s been doing their latest project alone, not that it really matters that much. She didn’t even want to come to school in the first place.

She slips into Prof. Yoko’s office, knocking softly on her door, and heading inside when she gets the go ahead from the teacher.

“Good afternoon, Louisa. How may I help you?” Prof. Yoko folds her hands on her desk, her aura lit up with a fondness that Louisa tends to associate with her. She’s definitely Louisa’s favorite teacher, and Louisa can tell Prof. Yoko likes her enough to be considered among her favorites as well.

“I just wanted to see if there are anymore available times for the aerial manifestation gym this week.” Louisa clasps her hands together.

“There’s not a lot of times, especially since competitions are Saturday, but I’m sure I can find you a little extra time in the schedule.” Prof. Yoko taps on her computer, pulling up the gym times, “There’s an hour and a half tomorrow from four thirty to six, and five to six tonight. Would those work?”

“Yes. We’ll take both of them. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. I can’t wait to see you and your team at competitions.” Prof. Yoko plugs in the times, waving Louisa off.

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Rey flips off of Louisa’s manifested ring for her, and onto the branch stretched out in from of them, a ball of energy this afternoon, “Competitions are this weekend!”

Louisa kicks her own ring into a lazy spin, the girls winding down for the evening, “Yep. We’re all staying the full four hours for Friday practice, right?”

“Yes!” Rey spins across the branch, over to where Mona’s ring is set up, giggling the whole time.

Mona watches her with a fond chuckle, leaning her head on the vine covered ring she’s in, “This is the most excited I’ve seen you, since I agreed to do aerial manifestation.”

“I love performing!” Rey plops down on the branch, hooking her legs to steady her, as she hangs upside down, a squeal leaving her lips, “And this is such a cool sport! And you guys are letting me do it with you!”

Louisa sucks in a breath at that, a smile spilling across her lips, “Well, of course we are. You really like aerial, and you’re honestly the best out of all of us.”

Rey pulls herself up, her lip quivering as she looks at Louisa, “Do you really think that?”

Louisa presses her cheek against her ring and nods, cooing when Rey launches herself over to wrap her in a hug.

“Oh, I adore you, sol.” Louisa squishes her in a return hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Do you two want to go to a restaurant with me for dinner?”

Mona kicks her feet, thinking it over for a moment, before nodding, “Might as well. Let me just text our foster dads first.”

Rey positively nestles into Louisa, her eyes watering, “You’re so sweet. Why are you so sweet?”

Louisa strokes her hair with a bright smile, “You deserve it. I’m half considering adopting you as my sisters.”

Rey starts crying at that, while Mona gets out her phone to text their dads, her own aura filling with love at that statement.

Louisa has to steady Rey, when someone bangs loudly on the door, the brown-eyed girl startled by the noise. Louisa checks her watch, humming to herself, “We’ve still got, like five minutes.”

“We aren’t doing anything anyway. Rey and I can drop to the ground level and head out that way.” Mona puts away her phone, holding out a hand to Rey.

The two girls head down, while Louisa uses her manifestation to get back up to the tight wire, and head back over to the balcony. She undoes the lock on the door, opening it and setting a hand on her hip, “It’s five till. What’s with the unnecessary pounding on the door?”

Gaige bristles at that, while the extremely long haired girl next to him tilts her head from side to side, “I mean, she has a point.”

The other four with them just seem mildly irritated, aside from the redheaded guy that confronted Louisa a couple weeks ago, his aura is pissed.

“Why do you lock the door to practice? Are you afraid someone’s going to steal your routine or something?” A girl with dark red hair leans her arms on a pink haired girl’s shoulder, her aura just coated in curiosity, despite the underlying anger in it.

“I would be a dick and make you wait the full, now four minutes,” Louisa checks her watch, before shrugging her shoulders and throwing the door open, “but we just finished up, so you’re welcome.”

She walks to the edge of the balcony and jumps off without saying anything else, knowingly leaving them frustrated.

“Who needs that many spices on their food?!” Mona covers her mouth, a snort escaping it, as Louisa continues adding more spices from the tray their waiter gave them.

Louisa’s eyes glitter teasingly, when she looks up from her meal, “Want me to season yours too?”

“No thank you. I don’t think my ass could handle that.”

Rey nearly chokes on her tamale, having to take it out of her mouth, before bursting into raucous laughter, earning a fond look from one of the guys cooking behind the counter.

Louisa soon starts laughing with her, Mona joining in after a beat, until the whole table has dissolved into a fit of giggles.

The girls continue eating, soon getting on the topic of books, since they’ve all got a shared interest in stories. Louisa accidentally slips into full Esñan for a sentence, Rey letting out a chuckle, while Mona just seems confused.

“Rey, did you understand that?” Mona raises an eyebrow at her friend, tilting her head with it.

Rey tucks her head and nods, reaching up to rub the back of her neck, “I’m fluent in Esñan, Lire, and Respu.”

“Wow. That’s awesome!” Louisa takes a bite of her vegetables, swallowing before speaking, “It took me forever to relearn Lire, and I’m not even going to bother keeping up my Respu.”

“How do you know Respu?” Mona’s already finished with her food, way too quick of an eater.

“I was raised in a small Esñan magic community, about a two hour bus ride from Novurbs, by my abuela, before I even knew that I was unwillingly adopted by Kiara. My sisters and I went into the city a lot, because our library had a very limited collection of books.” Louisa pushes her food with her fork, her heart giving a sad beat.

Rey reaches over and wraps Louisa in a hug, “What happened to them?”

Louisa looks over at her, then hugs her back tightly, ignoring how her eyes are starting to water, “Nothing happened to them. Something happened to me. I- My father, my biological father, found me about three years ago and took custody of me. He kind of cut off all my communication with them, and I didn’t realize it until last year. I thought they were mad at me, or something. I tried to get in contact with them again, but they had up and moved. No one from our old barrio knows where either, or how to get a hold of them, so it’s possible I’ll never see them again.”

Mona sucks in a breath at that, before scooting over to hug her as well, “Well, you’ve got us, if you want us.”

Louisa actually starts crying at that, squishing them both in a hug, “I’m more than okay with that. I love you two.”

Rey starts crying with her, happily nuzzling her shoulder, her and Mona speaking at the same time, “We love you too.”

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Louisa, Rey, and Mona head into the gym for their last practice before competitions. Louisa’s been trying to convince the girls to switch to this school, after hearing a bit about their current school. She can tell that it’s starting to work. Rey’s completely on board, but she won’t say so, continuously looking back at Mona, who’s been asking Louisa a bunch of questions, her aura seeming a bit more accepting with every answer.

Louisa opens the door to the balcony, giggling softly, after Rey makes a pun about space, “That was bad, hermana.”

Rey positively beams, while Mona just raises an eyebrow, her sight turned toward the gym.

Louisa follows Mona’s eyesight, rolling her eyes at Gaige and his group working still, “And we’re even a little late today. Hey! It’s sixteen fifteen, you guys! Your practice time is up!”

A few of them still in their spots, everyone’s eyes turned to Gaige, who’s aura is extremely smug, even though a little confusion lights in it, when he sees Rey and Mona, Rey tucking into Mona’s side worriedly.

Gaige and his redheaded friend use two sets of manifestations to swing over to them, “It’s not actually. Prof. Tate said, since we need the extra hours to practice, your group and mine can just share the practice space, until eighteen.”

“My agreement with Prof. Yoko, was that we’d have the gym to ourselves, and Prof. Yoko has ultimate decision in the schedule.” Louisa sets a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Actually, Prof. Yoko and Prof. Tate both have decision over the schedule, so either share the gym with us, or get lost.” The redheaded boy bares his teeth at Louisa, instantly setting her off.

Louisa balls her fists, her aura reaching dangerous levels of anger. Mona just reaches over and sets a hand on her shoulder, looking the boys over calmly, “We can’t practice, if you’re in the gym with us.”

Gaige’s aura at least seems to relax with an explanation, turning to look at Mona instead, “If you can’t practice with us in the gym, then how do you plan to do competitions.”

“That’s different, tú gilipolla.” Louisa’s voice comes out in a low hiss, her arms waving in frustration, “You’re our competitors, and no one knows who we are for competitions; unless, one, they’ve seen the person’s routine and recognize it, or two, they tell them.”

“You don’t want to share the gym, because you’re worried we’ll recognize you?” Gaige raises an eyebrow at them, his arms coming across his chest, “Just put up a curtain then.”

Louisa opens her mouth at that, then crosses her arms and looks at the ground, “I can’t focus on holding up that big of a manifestation for so long, and still work through our routines.”

Rey chuckles fondly at that, reaching over and rubbing Louisa’s back gently. Mona scrunches her nose and looks up at Gaige, “We can’t share the gym with you, and we need the full practice time. I’m sorry. Isn’t there another place you can practice?”

“I could ask you the same question.” The redheaded boy glares down at Mona, still fiercely against them.

Mona looks back at him, her face blank, “Louisa would kill me if I suggested we work in the park again, so no, there isn’t.”

“We’re not going to another gym, and we also need the practice time. I’m sorry, but I’m not budging.” Gaige reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Louisa balls her fists, twisting on her heel, “I’m going to cool down, and then we’ll discuss this with Prof. Yoko and Prof. Tate.”

Rey sighs softly and shares a look with Mona, before following Louisa out of the room. Mona nods at the two, then turns to look at the boys, “Do you really need the extra practice time, or are you just trying to piss Louisa off? You know this is our time. She informed you last time you requested to take up our practice time.”

Gaige just runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath, “We really do need the practice time. I didn’t know she had a team, or friends. She’s really standoffish.”

“That’s an understatement. She’s a complete asshole. How in the world are you friends with her?” The redheaded boy throws his hands to his sides, glaring viciously out the door.

Mona eyes him over, then decides to ignore him, turning back to Gaige, “She was kind enough to give me a genuine place to practice, even before we became a group. From our point of view, what you’re doing is extremely rude.”

“We’re being rude?! Y-”

“Nash.” Gaige holds up a hand to cut off his friend, looking so ready to be done with this conversation, “Look… Um, what’s your name?”

“I don’t see why you need to know that.” Mona scrunches her nose, when she sees the other four members of their group head over to them, “Anyway, if you won’t leave in the time Louisa specifically blocked out for us, then I need to find her, so we can bring this discussion to someone else.”

Mona waits for a response, Gaige opening his mouth for a moment, before closing it and tilting his head, “I’m sorry, but what? Why won’t you tell me your name?”

“My reasons are my own.” Mona takes a step back, deciding that she’s not going to get a direct response.

Prof. Yoko leans against her chair, Prof. Tate pressing a hand to his forehead next to her, “I mean, Louisa did technically block out the space for a closed practice. Louisa, are you sure you can’t share the space? It’s a full four hours.”

“Well, it’s closer to three hours now, and yes. We can’t practice with other people in our space.” Louisa crosses her arms across her chest, still rather frustrated, despite her cool-down with Rey.

“Then we’re going to have to give the time to Louisa. I’m sorry, Gaige. Next time, you’ll just need to block out the space ahead of time.” Prof. Tate sighs heavily, sinking back against his chair.

Gaige lets out a long breath, before nodding his head, “Okay, Prof. Tate. Thank you for your time.”

Gaige bows to the professors, before heading out of the room. Louisa sticks back for a moment, running a hand through her hair, “I’m sorry we had to have that mediated. Thank you for listening to us.”

“It’s no problem Louisa. Thank you for trying to solve the issue, before coming to us.” Prof. Yoko smiles at her warmly, “Good luck with your practice.”

Louisa bows to her, before heading out of the office and back the practice room, where the other group is leaving, most of them giving Louisa rude looks.

Louisa closes the door behind her, then sinks to the floor and presses her face into her hands, “I’m so sorry.”

Rey and Mona both blink at that, before Rey plops down and scoops her up in a hug, “Hey, hey. It’s not your fault. They were the ones that knowingly tried to take our time.”

Louisa nestles against her, starting to cry, “I-I just hate dealing with pe-eople so much, and wh-y would they do that? Why d-don’t they just leave me alone?”

Mona plops down next to them with a soft sigh, reaching over to rub her back, “People are strange creatures. It’s their fault if they’re upset.”

Louisa wipes her eyes and nods, still feeling a little overwhelmed, “Th-thanks. Just gi-ive me a minute to clear myself, and then we can get to practice.”

“Take your time. Rey and I can go through our routine first, so you can clear without worrying.” Mona pats her head and straightens up, sharing a smile with Rey.

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Chapters one and two are on my blog, under the Over’s Stories tab.

(Author’s Note: If you haven’t read the other chapters yet, and want to know why they really can’t share the practice space, it’s because Rey is a non-magic, and if it got out that she’s doing Aerial Manifestation with Mona and Louisa, then they’ll kick her out of competitions, and won’t let her perform.)

#Over's stories #magic #a magic world #original story #I've already written about thirty thousand words on this story #but I have posted much because I'm not sure if anyone's actually interested in this one #This is the new Emotional Charms story by the way #Since I'm actually motivated to finish this one

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mintyaegyo · 4 years

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When he’s finished getting ready, he makes his way down to the parking lot where his old beat up car is parked- it’s red, like the color he wants to dye his hair. He unlocks it, gets in and plugs his phone into the aux cord. He spends the ten minute drive singing along to 80’s music. Since it was a nice day, the window had been rolled down a little and his hair fluttered a little in the wind. As he parks, he turns the car off and pulls the keys out. He makes his way to the door of the cafe, fiddling with the keychain in his hand to find the one that unlocks the cafe.

“Aha!” He makes a happy noise of discovery as it’s found, and opens the door, turning the light switch on as he comes inside. He still had about half an hour before opening (It was 6:30 and the hours were 7-9.) so he locks the door behind him and makes his way to the office to deposit his backpack and make himself a green tea as he goes over the numbers. San wasn’t in until 7 or 7:30, he couldn’t remember, but it was Friday today. It was Friday, right? Hongjoong thinks to himself as he turns the old computer on, setting up his phone to play music once more.

He curses to himself as he accidentally closes the email screen and has to log in again, standing up to stretch his arms, pulling his hair into the little ponytail it’s always in. The store was opening soon, and despite it being early in the day, Hongjoong was in a good mood, it was Friday after all, and they didn’t open until 9 on Saturdays.

Hongjoong putters around for a while, counting the till and making sure the float was even, setting up the POS and making sure the milk and the coffee machines were fully stocked. He hums to himself, turning on the sound system before he checks the time, and goes to unlock the door. The first customers won’t come in for another while, he knows. Most people in this town weren’t early risers but sometimes the odd person would come in before 8am and Hongjoong himself wasn’t one to sleep in late, despite his habit of being nocturnal sometimes. He wanders back to the counter and leans against it, checking his phone to make sure nobody’s texted him they weren’t coming for their shift, and waiting for San to show up. He ties his green apron around his small waist and reties his ponytail.

San saunters in a few minutes later, looking tired but showing Hongjoong a genuine dimpled smile. He’s

wearing the same black skinny jeans he always wears, and a black hoodie is falling off his shoulder. He walks behind the counter to clock in.

“Morning, San” Hongjoong smiles up at the younger barista. San smiles and waves.

“Morning, hyung” San yawns and stretches his arms with a baby dinosaur groan and ties his apron on. “TGIF~” He says cheerily and Hongjoong snorts.

“You’re in a good mood today, huh. Did Wooyoung do something disgusting to you this morning?” Hongjoong chuckles, wrinkling his nose.

“Hyung!” San whines shyly, shaking his head. “No, he didn’t stay over last night. We’re gonna hang out tonight with Jongho and a couple of his friends, so I’m excited for that. You’re invited if you want to come too” San explains to him, fixing himself a cup of water to start his day off. Hongjoong hums

and nods.

“We close at 9, that isn’t too late to come, right?”

“Jongho is also closing with you, you’ll be fine. It’s not like we’ve never done this before” San says with a soft laugh, waving at a customer who’s walking through the door. “There’s not much to prepare, other than like, making sure we have enough to eat and drink.” Hongjoong nods with a soft noise of affirmation.

“Alright, alright, y’all will probably need a babysitter anyways. Is your loverboy just as chaotic when he’s drunk as he is when he’s had two lattes?”

A few hours later Jongho comes in, just as there’s a customer complaining to San about how they weren’t a fan of the Spicy Peanutbutter Frappuccino . San is trying to keep himself from getting snippy with the customer, and Jongho chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he clocks himself in.

“I’m sorry ma’am, do you want me to make a different drink for you?”

“No, I want my money back, it was disgusting!” the customer huffs, and San visibly cringes, letting out a soft sigh. The lady gets all up in his space. “I don’t know where you get off on serving shit like this!”

Well, you ordered it… San thought as he nods, listening to the complaint. “Uh, let me get my manager.” He tells her, turning to Jongho, who’s looking at the cleaning list. He was going to tell the younger to get Hongjoong, but Hongjoong had come out of the office at just the right time, probably hearing the lady raise her voice.

“What seems to be the problem here?” Hongjoong asks sweetly, turning to the lady as he steps up behind San. And although Hongjoong was shorter, and arguably nicer, he could look quite threatening when he wanted to, even next to San.

“Your barista here made me something disgusting!” She huffs, lifting up the half drunk frappuccino. Hongjoong nods, making a noise.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am.” Hongjoong says, using his nicest voice possible. It sounded almost genuine, if San didn’t know how much Hongjoong actually hated this shit.

“She wants her money back.” San offers dumbly, feeling a little bad that he had been the one the complaint was about. Sure, it happens but he still feels like the worst person ever who’s bad at his job when it does, even if it wasn’t his fault. Except it définitely was. He grips his wrist and digs his nails into the skin, biting his lip as he worried. Hongjoong catches the look in San’s eyes and nods at him. San looks down at his feet.

“I’ll comp it.” Hongjoong says simply, looking at the lady. “But you did drink half of it?” She makes a face and huffs, exasperated. San makes a small noise in the back of his throat, not moving. Hongjoong goes to the till, ringing in the ‘return’, pulling out the exact change for the customer. “Here you are, ma’am, apologies for the trouble.” She pulls it out of his hand and stomps off, tossing her cup in the trash. After she leaves, Hongjoong runs a hand through his ponytail and sighs. “What a miserable lady.”

San nods, silent as he holds onto his wrist, eyes cast down towards his scuffed Converse. He can hear the chatter of Jongho helping a customer behind him, grabbing a cup. He can hear the sound of the music around the cafe clearly, and feel his heartbeat through his shirt. I can’t even do my job properly, why am I here? She yelled at me and made me feel like shit.

“San?” Hongjoong asks, tilting his head as he questions the younger. San looks up from his shoes.

“Hm? I’m really sorry, hyung.” San murmurs.

“It’s alright, she was a bitch. You didn’t do anything wrong, San. We both know that drink is disgusting.” Hongjoong chuckles softly, patting San’s shoulder. San pouts, nodding as he takes a breath in.

“A-are you sure? I feel like I messed up, I didn’t make it right or something and she singled me out.” San whines softly, biting his lip again. He smooths out his apron.

“Because she’s a miserable lady.” Hongjoong says, wrinkling his nose. “Her husband probably hates her, and that haircut was awful.” He offers, as if that would help. San gives him a weak smile, nodding.

“H-hyung, you have a mullet..” San takes another breath to calm his heart, half snorting. “You can’t say anything about anyone’s haircut.”

“My style is avante garde, and it looks great on me, screw you.” Hongjoong quips back with a chuckle, rubbing San’s shoulder. The younger barista leaned into the touch. San lets out a soft giggle, scoffing. “There’s a smile, do you need to go sit down for a bit?” Hongjoong asks, knowing San was sensitive to any sort of criticism from customers. San shakes his head.

“‘m okay, hyung.. but i’m not going to work till for the next bit so I don’t have to deal with anyone.” Hongjoong nods.

“That’s okay, Iooks like Jongho’s got it handled.”

It was around 6 now, and pretty slow since it was Friday, so Hongjoong was sweeping up the floor, San was cleaning the tables. Jongho remained at the till, wiping down the machines. Wooyoung shows up, letting out an excited whoop as he walks in the door.

“Helloooo, everyone!” Wooyoung saunters over to San and hugs him from behind. San squeaks, but grins.

“Hey, Woo~” San murmurs, a big smile appearing of his face.

“I missed you Sannie~” Wooyoung says brightly, letting go of his boyfriend. “Are you all excited for tonight?” He asks, addressing the other two males in the cafe.

“Heck yeah! Just don’t knock over my entire kitchen table again, okay?” Jongho laughs from the counter, shaking his head at Wooyoung.

“It was one time!” Wooyoung huffs, pouting his soft lips. “And it wasn’t on purpose!”

“The entire bottle of vodka AND the Chinese food fell off and spilled! My kitchen still smells like it.. I can’t even eat there anymore…” Jongho laments and Hongjoong snorts. San just fondly smacks Wooyoung in the arm.

��Just as I suspected, chaotic.” Hongjoong chuckles, shaking his head as he leans against the broom, blonde bangs falling into his eyes.

“Hongjoong hyung, it was one time!” Wooyoung protests loudly. San giggles.

“And then you threw up in the hall-“ Jongho continues, obviously scarred for life from the night’s happenings.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t want me to come” Wooyoung pouts jokingly at Jongho, heading over to the counter with his arms folded like a child. “I promise I’ll stay away from the kitchen table this time.” He makes puppy eyes at the younger barista, and Jongho can’t help but just shake his head fondly.

“Fine, fine.. you’re always invited, even if you’re a dumbass.” Wooyoung grins triumphantly and San giggles, finishing up wiping the tables. “

“I’ll make sure he behaves, don’t worry Jongho~” San says with a grin. Jongho rolls his eyes and snorts.

“Is it because you’ll be making out in the bedroom the entire time?” Jongho asks, hands on his hips. San turns a bright shade of red and whines. Wooyoung smirks, but blushes as well. Hongjoong wrinkles his nose in disgust and cackles.

“Anyways kids, there’s three hours before close so.. make sure the cafe is clean and stocked, yeah?” Hongjoong asks with a fond smile and the two that actually work for him nod with a chorus of ‘Yes, hyung’

When the clock hits nine, Hongjoong goes over to the door to lock it up, letting out a loud sigh as he does. He was so ready to finish up the day here, and despite the boys calling him old, he was actually pretty excited to go to the get together with them all and let loose for once. San had gone home with Wooyoung at seven, and Jongho was checking to make sure the bathrooms were empty and everything was clean. When Hongjoong finishes locking up, he goes to the till to run the closing reports and put the cash tray in the safe in the office.

“Hyung, everything’s all clean” Jongho comes up behind him, untying his apron as he smiles. “Almost done?”

“Yep, just another couple minutes.” Hongjoong nods, rolling his shoulders to stretch them. “Then we can head on out” He grins.

“Sounds good, hyung!”

After a few more minutes and the cash is safe and locked up, Hongjoong’s plaid shirt is back on his shoulders and Jongho’s got his backpack on. They nod at each other in understanding and Hongjoong opens the door to let Jongho out, following and locking the door behind them. Jongho makes his way to his ride where a friend was waiting for him.

“I’ll see you in an hour, right hyung?” He asks before getting in.

“Yep, I’ll be there” Hongjoong confirms with a grin, giving Jongho two thumbs up. Jongho nods and waves at him before he closes the door of the car and Hongjoong gets into his own car, starting it and getting ready to drive home.

Wooyoung spins in front of San’s mirror, checking out the way his butt looks in the tight jeans he’d chosen, sipping on a Red Bull in his hand. San hadn’t approved of the energy drink, but he let it slide because they’d be drinking tonight which wasn’t healthy anyways. He gives wooyoung two approving thumbs up from the bed where he’s trying to decide between two different shirts.

“You look hot as heck, Woo” San hums approvingly, holding up a plain black t-shirt and making a face, tilting his head. “You look really good in blue” Wooyoung grins brightly at him, cheeks blushing as he sips his Red Bull.

“Thank you, Sannie~” Wooyoung hums with his blush. “You know.. you could just wear no shirt, right?” San lets out a squawk, cheeks turning dark red, but making no effort to hide his body from his boyfriend.

“I don’t know if the others will approve~” He hums with a chuckle as he pulls the black t-shirt over his shoulders, head peeking out with his dark hair artfully messy. Wooyoung giggles and winks.

“Don’t care~ Are you ready to go yet?” Wooyoung plops himself down on the carpet in front of the mirror, downing the rest of his drink and setting the can on the floor. San stands up and nods, checking his phone that was plugged in on his bedside table.

The music was louder than it should be, and Jongho was leaning against his counter sipping on a beer as he laughed at something San had said. Wooyoung was sitting on the counter next to them, swaying and attempting to body roll at the same time to the Bruno Mars song, but failing. Jongho cringed and yelled, pretending to go throw his beer at Wooyoung. who just cackled loudly, throwing his head back. San crouched down on the floor to giggle at both of them.

Hongjoong knocked on the door before smoothing out his shirt. He spent his entire life just working in the cafe so he often got excited to dress up a little when he did actually leave the apartment for another reason. That’s why when Jongho went to open the door to greet Hongjoong, he honest-to-god shrieked.

“Is there a ghost behind me, Jongho-yah?” Hongjoong asks, tilting his head with an amused expression, sandy blonde bangs falling into his eyes.

“No but there’s just…so much plaid…” Jongho trails off, blinking at his manager. Wooyoung had wandered over to the door to check out the commotion, leaning his smaller body against Jongho’s and waving a hand lazily at Hongjoong, while simultaneously giving him a ‘sup nod.

“Hyung, you look like 2005.” He says simply. Hongjoong lets out an offended squawk, gesturing to his outfit that he actually felt pleased with, classic plaid slacks and a white t-shirt, with black and white striped sleeves underneath. His hair was out of the ponytail and his mullet just grazed the back of his neck.

“I look fantastic, thank you very much!” Hongjoong huffs with a fond chuckle, walking past the youngest two inside Jongho’s apartment and bending over to untie his Converse. “Plaid is a classic pattern, it’s timeless.”

“Sure, Jan.” Jongho laughs, shaking his head as he goes back to assume his position by the counter. Wooyoung just snorts and giggles loudly, opening his arms as he nears San by the counter and wrapping them around his taller boyfriend’s neck, nuzzling into it. San grins and sips his drink, letting Wooyoung drape himself all over his body. “Ah, and hyung, there’s beer in the fridge and the vodka is by the microwave on the counter, feel free to do your thing”

“Thanks” Hongjoong hums, sauntering into the kitchen a moment later and hopping onto a stool. “I’ll grab a drink in a moment, how’re you all doing aside from not understanding fashion?” San lets out a giggle and shakes his head.

“We’re doing good, thanks, hyung” San says with a dimpled smile, blushing as Wooyoung- who’s only had one drink- tries to kiss on his neck. Jongho glares at them in offense and San just laughs and pats Wooyoung’s jean-clad thigh where he can reach. Hongjoong’s eyes flit to Wooyoung questioningly. “He’s fine, don’t worry~”

Wooyoung takes that opportunity to bite San’s ear, causing the elder to squeak shyly, going red from the neck up. Hongjoong pretends to gag and hops off the stool to pour himself a drink at the counter.

“Man, I really need a drink now…ah, my eyes…” Hongjoong mutters, shaking his head. Wooyoung cackles like a seal, throwing his head back as he laughs. San smacks him fondly in the arm.

“Believe me, hyung, i’ve been gagging over it all night” Jongho laments darkly as he leans against the counter. “Do you want Sprite or cola?”

“Sprite” Hongjoong nods up at Jongho, playing with the ends of his hair as he grabs a cup.

“Hyung?” Jongho asks as he drapes himself across the chair he’s on like a cat. He looks up at Hongjoong with big eyes.

“Hn?” Hongjoong hums, tipping back the last of his beer and making a face at the aftertaste. He flips his hair out of his eyes as he sits cross legged on the floor in front of Jongho.

“I really think your pants are weird” Jongho says bluntly, blinking his eyes.

“We should burn them.” Yeosang pipes up from the right side of Wooyoung, in the middle of nibbling on a Twizzler stick. Hongjoong makes a squawk of offence and Wooyoung cackles into San’s neck. San nods in agreement.

“I got them from a thrift shop, I’ll never find them again!” Hongjoong huffs, not getting up from the floor- he looked more like a petulant child who’d gotten scolded rather than the manager for half these kids.

“Good!” San calls out with a laugh, standing up. He places his third beer on the coffee table and saunters over to Hongjoong, kneeling down in front of him. Wooyoung whines loudly at the loss of contact, being an affectionate drunk until San speaks again. “Guys, help me get them off him- we’re gonna get rid of these babies once and for all.” He tugs on Hongjoong’s pant leg with a wild giggle. Wooyoung tumbles off the couch and stumbles towards San to help, giggling the entire time.

“Yah! Choi San, if you strip my pants off, you’re fired!” Hongjoong whines, kicking his legs as the couple try to pull the plaid fabric off. “And if I don’t fire you, you’re going to have to deal with all the customer service complaints!”

Jongho shares a look with Yeosang across the room and they both snort laugh, watching the chaos unfold. Eventually San and Wooyoung get bored of torturing poor Hongjoong when he sits up and pulls them both off him by their artfully messy hair.

“Who knew hyung’s baby hands were so strong?” Wooyoung quips and Hongjoong lunges at him again, hiking his pants up as he sits up and San curls into himself on the floor from laughing so hard. Hongjoong chases Wooyoung all the way into the bathroom before Wooyoung gives him a giggly drunken apology. Jongho gets up to check on them, shaking his head the entire time.

“Y’all are a bunch of children, honestly. How am I the youngest here?” He chuckles, sipping his mixed drink calmly as he pushes the two back into the living room.

“Do they need a time out?” Yeosang asks from the couch, grinning up at Jongho.

“No!” Wooyoung and Hongjoong both chorus with a huff, Wooyoung moving to flop on Yeosang’s lap. San is still laughing to himself on the floor, finding the entire ordeal extremely hilarious until he makes himself throw up from laughing so hard and Jongho throws several pillows at him and the chaos starts all over again.

It’s four in the morning, Jongho and Hongjoong are cleaning all the drinks up and making sure the kitchen is tidied up before going to sleep. There was only five hours until the cafe opened for the day, but again Hongjoong was half nocturnal. He wipes down the counter like it was second nature and stretches out his arms. Jongho sips on a glass of water and hums along to the music that was still playing in the background.

Yeosang had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up like a child as he snored softly, his arms around the pillow that had been thrown at San earlier. Wooyoung and San had gone to the bedroom and were tangled up in each other, also asleep. Wooyoung was on his back, black hair fanned out over the pillow and San was wrapped around him, his black t-shirt off and forgotten on the floor somewhere. Wooyoung’s button up was unbuttoned half way down his chest. They looked just as debauched as they had been a couple hours earlier- they had been banished to the bedroom because they were making out on the counter, after all.

Jongho finished his water and goes to splash water on his face and brush his teeth before he goes on to rest. Hongjoong turns the lights off and grabs the other couch pillow and takes up a spot on the floor next to the couch Yeosang was on and curling up under a blanket. He didn’t mind sleeping on the floor at all, he could pretty much fall asleep anywhere without trouble when he wanted to. (If he wanted to.)

Hongjoong had left Jongho’s apartment at around 8, running on three hours of sleep so he could go home and get changed. He’s set up the store to be opened for nine, when San starting at 10 and Jongho at 12.

Jongho is already awake, singing to himself as he cooks breakfast for everyone in the kitchen, and Wooyoung awakens to the smell of eggs and bacon. He smiles and stretches, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he sits up, San’s shirtless body still clinging to him. Wooyoung kisses San’s messy hair and tries to roll out of bed before his stomach rolls and he has to make a stop in the bathroom to throw up before he goes to the kitchen. San remains asleep.

Wooyoung stumbles to the bathroom, closing the door and kneeling down, gagging the night before’s mixed drinks and alcohol, he curses and whines, pushing back his sweaty bangs before he stands up and looks at himself in the mirror. He chuckles to himself, then going to the kitchen where Jongho was.

“Are you.. good?” Jongho asks, turning to Wooyoung with a concerned look in his big brown eyes. The bacon sizzles tantalizingly in the pan. Wooyoung nods and flops down over the counter ungracefully. “What about San?” Wooyoung shrugs, about to tell Jongho that San was still asleep, when the older barista wanders into the kitchen with a pout on his face and a whine, black jeans slung low against his hips.

“San is fine.” San whines and drapes himself over Wooyoung’s sweaty body and closes his eyes. Jongho shakes his head fondly. He knows San is prone to getting hungover. “Woo, will you go to work for me?”

“Fuck no, I feel like shit” Wooyoung laughs, cuddling San close.

“You smell like puke, gross.” San huffs, moving away from his boyfriend to grab himself a glass of water.

“Ibuprofen is in the cupboard.” Jongho hums absently as he serves the food onto plates for them. San makes an affirming noise and quickly grabs it.

“At least I didn’t puke on the floor..” Wooyoung quips at San lazily, looking up as Jongho serves him.

“This time.” San quips back, popping the pills in his mouth and chugging the water.

“Next time, we’re having the party at Wooyoung’s” Jongho whines with a laugh. “I’m never getting my damage deposit back…”

Hongjoong has to chuckle to himself when San walks in, looking a little worse for wear, five minutes after his shift starts. He’s wearing one of Wooyoung’s shirts and he definitely wash his hair- it still stuck up in some places, part of it falling in his eyes.

“How do you feel, Sannie?” Hongjoong asks, tilting his head, leaning against the counter for a moment. San just whines softly in response, glaring at the elder. Hongjoong chuckles, shaking his head at the poor kid. “If you need any more painkillers, there’s some in the office. If it’s your stomach that’s bothering you, i’ll make you a peppermint tea, yeah?” San huffs and nods, sliding his green apron on to start the day as his hungover head pulses painfully under his bed head. Jongho’s homemade breakfast had helped him feel a little more alive, but he had definitely gone overboard with the vodka the night before. He still didn’t know where his shirt was.

“Yes, hyung, thank you.” San mumbles softly.

Hongjoong felt fine, albeit a little tired, but that was normal for him anyways. He busies himself with helping a customer as San clocks in and gets prepared to work. He thinks he can handle it just fine, but Hongjoong keeps an eye on him anyways, not wanting it to end up like the fever situation from last time.

San helps him make the drink, hands shaky and tired, but ultimately he doesn’t spill or drop anything this time, feeling proud of himself. He feels disgusting and whiny.

When Jongho comes in, Hongjoong sends San on his break and San is more than happy to oblige, zombie-walking to the office to take more ibuprofen, and collapsing in the well-used desk chair to take a nap to sleep off the shakes and the headache. He drops the bottle of pills and curses to himself, but the lid was still on. Hongjoong appears a few seconds later with a tea for him and he’s thanked in a quiet mumble before San flops in the chair and closes his eyes.

And such, the day continues on as usual.

#ateez #fanfic #hongjoong’s plaid pants #ff #woosan #drunk ateez #ateez chaos #cafe au #barista san #jung wooyoung #choi san #kim hongjoong #choi jongho #kang yeosang

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Cappuccino

Title: Reunited Chapter: Cappuccino By: ArisuChanSenpai (Visit my blog for AO3 link!) Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

Violins and woodwinds flooded from the speakers above as running water sounded from the back. Intricately-designed ceramic mugs lined the counter in stacks next to a variety of brewers neatly arranged for someone to grab without trouble. The water shut off, and a man’s voice hummed along to the choir accompanying the violin solo.

The barista hovered his hands over the pots, debating what to use for his first cup of coffee for the day. He gently took out the French press and poured freshly-grinded coffee into the pot. After pouring a bit of hot water in, he stirred the grinds with the water and poured the rest of the water in, gently stirring it one more time. He set the timer for four minutes and let his mind wander as the coffee steeped.

The Golden Curtain, a café at dawn and a bar at dusk. One flip of a switch could turn the wall of coffee beans and cups into a wall of glasses and liqueurs in an elaborate rearrangement. One of his best ideas to implement into his shop, Jhin considered.

The timer beeped, and Jhin proceeded to press the coffee before pouring the brew into his favorite mug and another. He placed the other mug of coffee on a warming plate. After washing out the press, he moved to a window seat to watch the colors of the sunrise. The pleasant aroma of his coffee calmed him as he took a sip.

Medium-bodied, dark, and smooth. Just the way he liked it.

Jhin watched the occasional car and business person hurry past his café without noticing him by the window.

It was quiet. But then again, it was six in the morning. In about an hour, there was going to be an increasing influx of traffic and crowds for the next few hours. His face slightly contorted into a displeased frown. As great as he felt that his business was popular enough to move in-city, he almost missed the times when his café used to be in the outskirts. Less noise to deal with.

But alas, he had to learn how to handle the ways of being a popular café and bar. At least the walls and doors prevented most sound from overwhelming the classical music playing above. He was glad that he soundproofed them before he reopened business.

He drank the last of his coffee, enjoying the smooth aftertaste, and went on to grind more coffee beans for the morning. Thirty minutes before opening. He swiftly lined disposable cups and mugs within seconds and wrote names of his regular customers on them. At this point, he had customers that came in every morning that he had their order prepared by the time they arrived.

A few cars rushed past in short increments, notifying Jhin of the incoming traffic. More people were beginning to walk by the windows, some running to work and some walking groggily across the pavement. They probably needed more coffee to start the day. Jhin chuckled at the thought.

A door beside the counter clicked shut as a dark-skinned young man walked through the door with his black apron. “Sorry, Mister Khada. I got held up trying to drive Lulu to school.” He immediately looked at the names and helped Jhin brew the rest of the coffee.

“No worries, Veigar. Just make sure you send me a text if you think you’ll be coming in past opening.” Jhin handed Veigar the other mug of coffee he made from the warmer. “Dark roast, no creme or sugar.”

Veigar’s eyes seemed to soften in relief. “You’re a lifesaver, thanks.” He took a noticeable gulp from the mug and blinked a few times to let the caffeine settle in. “You wouldn’t believe the traffic to the high school. Lulu resorted to running out of my car because she’s impatient.”

Laughter broke out from Jhin. “Interesting. But I’m glad you made it here safely.”

Opening time.

As expected, Jhin’s regulars came in first. A woman wearing teal with her black hair tied into a high ponytail and a younger man—clearly a university student—walked through his doors.

“Hi, Mister Khada. Veigar,” the woman greeted. “Three of the usual, please.”

“Miss Akali. Kennen. Already done for you.” Jhin packed two cups of coffees and one frappuccino into the cupholder. “Shen hasn’t woken up yet, it seems,” he commented.

“He had to pull an all-nighter to take care of extra paperwork he procrastinated on,” the student said with a smug smile. “I told him he was going to regret it later. What’s up, Vei?”

Veigar gave Kennen an acknowledging gesture with a neutral smile. “Yo. Don’t got classes today?”

Kennen shook his head. “Nah, it’s my day off.”

Jhin smiled in amusement. “Should I put in an extra shot of espresso in his drink then?”

Akali shook her head. “No, I think it will be bad for his heart. But I might come back if Master Shen doesn’t wake up properly after his coffee.” After paying, they said their farewells and hurried to Shen’s house.

Next, a woman with golden blonde hair walked in with a smile as bright as the sun. “Good morning, Mister Khada!” she chirped.

“Miss Lux, you’re done with your morning stroll, I see,” Jhin greeted back with a nod of his head. “Mocha with extra milk and a pump of caramel?”

“You got it!”

Jhin carefully held up a mug of Lux’s order, white flowers decorating the top. “Careful, dear, it’s still hot.”

“Oh, that’s adorable! You really have a knack for latte art, Mister Khada. Thank you!” She paid for her drink and took it to a table near the window.

People began to pour into his café and leave in satisfaction with their order in hand. Rush hour in the city was busy, but Veigar was quick with memorizing each customer’s orders. With such a skill, Jhin had no trouble making these orders within minutes. Once rush hour passed, it would be smooth sailing for the rest of the day.

Jhin looked at his wristwatch. An hour past noon. “Veigar, you can take your lunch break after this order, if you’d like.”

Veigar was standing by the register to punch in the customer’s order. He shook his head. “No, I’m not very hungry right now. You can go instead, Mister Khada. I’ll take it later.”

“Alright, if you insist.” He took this time to go into the back and pull out a container of pan-fried dumplings he cooked this morning. After reheating them up in a pan, he returned to the front and and took a seat by the window. There weren’t that many people in line, but there was a number of customers inside drinking their coffee and tapping away on their laptops.

He looked at his wristwatch again.

Hm. Perhaps an extra shot of espresso would do today.

He kept the possibility noted in the back of his mind as he finished his lunch and tapped the email app on his phone. Most were auditions and resumés to do a performance for his open mic nights at the bar. His finger stopped scrolling when his eyes landed on the name “Buvelle”.

The Buvelles were known for their lineage in music, and their current heir was Sona Buvelle, a renowned classical pianist known for her soothing compositions. He immediately tapped the email open to an eloquent message asking to perform for his open mic night next weekend, resumé and cover letter attached. He smiled.

A quiet shuffling and a blur of blue caught his eye. He nearly dropped his phone when he saw Sona sitting in front of him. She was wearing a sunhat that covered her compactly-tied aqua hair and a white dress with golden flowers designed into the hem. He couldn’t miss the yellow daisies that decorated her hair. It was like her trademark.

“Miss Bu—”

“Shhh!” Sona quietly hushed him as she held her finger to her lips. She then started texting something on her phone and then showed him the screen. “Did you get my email?”

Jhin felt a corner of his lips tugging into a smirk. “I just read it. You could have asked me in person, and I still would have said yes,” he said. “You didn’t have to go through the trouble of sending me an email.”

She texted something on her phone again. “I know, but it’s more fair and official that way. Besides, what if you were already booked for next weekend?”

“I would have made an extra space. It’s not every day someone like you comes to perform in a bar like mine.” He chuckled as Sona returned her attention to her phone, presumably typing something about why he should make it fair—even if it was her. “You’re later than usual. Did you get held up at home?”

Sona shook her head. Not wanting to erase what she already wrote, she made signs with her hands that she overslept and had to take care of things in a hurry.

“Ah. Seems like I was right. You go ahead and keep working on your piece.” Jhin then stood up with his lunchbox in hand. “Would you like the usual but with an extra shot of espresso?”

“That would be nice, thank you,” she signed. She watched Jhin disappear behind the employees only door and looked down at her phone. Oh. She forgot to show him her rant on why he should keep things fair for everyone. She sighed as she selected the text and deleted it.

Jhin came back out with his apron tied around his back, humming to the classical music as he began grinding coffee beans to brew.

Veigar watched him with a suspecting eye. It was weird to see his employer smile like that every time that lady came around. Not to mention, he hummed to himself a little more loudly than he usually does. He moved onto the woman in the sunhat, who had taken out a mini electric keyboard and plugged it into the nearby outlet. He raised a brow as he turned back to Jhin, who was now making an order no one asked for. Unless it was for her. His eyes followed Jhin as he went to deliver her order in person and exchange words with her. Or, from what he observed, his words and her texts.

“Is she your crush, Mister Khada?” he whispered after Jhin put in Sona’s payment into the register. The sound of cups accidentally clattering against each other in the sink answered his question.

“Well,” Jhin stuttered, “she is a regular here, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Has been, since my first opening of this place.”

“And you liked her for a while.”

Another clatter.

“Sorry.”

“She visited almost every day, and she was one of the first people I remembered what her order would be. I suppose she and I are friends? We have known each other for a few years, at this point.”

Veigar raised a brow as he noticed the woman glancing over her shoulder at Jhin. “Are you absolutely certain you don’t want to try asking her out?”

Jhin paused. “I like to keep my work and personal life separate, Veigar. I have never met her beyond these doors.” He simply smiled in acceptance. “It would be impolite of me to involve her in my personal life because of developed feelings.”

The young man suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and looked to the side with a shrug instead. “Your call, Mister Khada.” He went back to standing by the register to greet customers in. When Jhin disappeared to the back to retrieve a package, Veigar stared at the woman sitting by the window. He pursed his lips, tapping his finger against the counter in thought. “Hm…”

Sona had her earphones plugged into her mini keyboard, scribbling notes down onto pages and pages of staves. She was trying to create a piece to play for Jhin’s open mic night next weekend, something new from the usual classical music she always played in her concerts.

She looked at her drink, admiring the white, milky butterflies in her drink. It was almost too cute to drink. She took out her phone to snap a photo of it. It’d be a waste to drink this without having a photo to look at. She had a folder of photos of all the latte arts Jhin made because of the lovely designs he was able to make out of the ingredients.

She was about to take a sip when a tap on her shoulder turned her attention to the other employee of the café. He was holding a plate with a slice of tiramisu on it. She looked at the plate in confusion and tried to type on her phone that she didn’t order it.

“It’s on the house,” Veigar signed, surprising Sona that he could sign. “Enjoy.” He gently placed the plate on top of a napkin and set a small fork on the plate.

Sona signed her thanks before reaching for the fork and took a bite. It was delicious! Then, something caught her eye. There was a folded piece of paper underneath the plate. She glanced at Veigar, who was preoccupied with a group of teens that wandered inside in curiosity. She unfolded the paper to see a hastily-written note inside. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she hid the paper in her pocket and shyly went back to her work.

Veigar pretended nothing happened when Jhin returned with crates of new wine and liqueur glasses. “Mister Khada, I’ll have to stop by the high school to pick up Lulu and drop her off at home in about an hour. I should be back before the bar opens.”

“Of course, Veigar. Feel free to just come back when the bar opens instead. You’re already working full-time to save up for university, after all.” He washed all the glasses and sorted them into cabinets. “I do not wish for you to overexert yourself by working so much. You’ve already had a hard past.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mister Khada.”

Sona looked around the café after Veigar seemed to have left. There were very few customers left, most likely because Jhin’s bar was going to open soon. Minors and anyone under 21 years of age weren’t allowed inside an hour before the bar’s opening. She found Jhin patiently cleaning mugs and pots and arranging them into nice stacks on the counter. She reached into her pocket, feeling the edge of Veigar’s note with the tip of her finger.

Not sure if you noticed, but Mister Khada likes you. Do what you will with this information.

She pursed her lips in thought. She kept looking back at Jhin, hoping to catch his eye so she can talk to him. But he had his back turned, more preoccupied with getting the mugs clean. Her fingernail tapped at the white key of her keyboard as she tried to think of something. Her hand then reached into her purse and took out a pen.

Jhin had finally finished washing all the mugs that were returned to him. He scanned the tables of the café to count the used mugs left. Only two and one plate. Strange. Sona must have ordered a cake while he was gone. He then noticed her approaching the counter with her cup and plate in her hands. “Oh, you didn’t have to. I could have gotten it myself.”

Shaking her head, Sona smiled as she handed it to Jhin. “You’ve worked hard today, so I thought I should bring it over,” she signed. Her eyes quickly moved to the napkin in Jhin’s hand before turning away to pack her belongings and head home.

“Thank you, then.” He turned to the sink to wash the plate and mug until a handwriting on the napkin caught his eye. It was a phone number. Oh, perhaps Sona wrote down a number and forgot she had it. But Veigar’s voice echoed in the back of his head.

“Are you absolutely certain you don’t want to try asking her out?”

His lips formed a thoughtful line. It couldn’t be, right? He felt his hand reaching for his phone inside his pocket and dial the number on the screen. Blinking, he pushed the dial button and held it to his ear. Waiting.

A wind chime tone sounded from the window where Sona was. She reached into her purse and read the number on-screen. It was an unknown number. Her eyes glanced at Jhin’s direction. She hit the ‘answer’ button and played a quiet note on her keyboard.

Jhin froze. His head finally turned to Sona, who was now looking at him with a joyful smile.

“Now I have your number!” she happily signed.

“I, uh… why did you…”

Sona slightly blushed, her hand patting the pocket where the note was. “I want to try getting to know you better, if that suffices?” She giggled when Jhin couldn’t give her a response. “Feel free to delete my number if you do not want it. I won’t be offended.” She gave him a graceful curtsy and left with her keyboard and sheet music in a bigger bag.

After she left, Jhin found himself staring at the part of the window where he last saw her, his mouth slightly open. He looked at the back of the napkin, where another note was scribbled on it.

Please text me, if you’d like!

He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile before he stuffed the napkin into his pocket.

Today was a better day than he expected.

“So I heard you gave a note to someone last week while I was gone.”

Veigar’s shoulders tensed up as he set a cup of coffee on the table while Jhin was setting up the stage for open mic night. “Uh…”

“Normally, I would have asked you not to do that next time. But I shall let this one slide because you have given me an opportunity to know her better.”

Realization hit Veigar like a triple shot of espresso. “Did you… get her number?” Jhin’s silent smile made his brows raise up in surprise. “You got her number. Have you two… talked? At all?”

“Texted, rather. She’s mute, so she cannot call.”

“I figured, but you two still talked anyways. Has anything happened?” Was that asking too much, he wondered.

“Well, we do have a date planned. After open mic tonight.”

“Oh shit,” Veigar said, impressed. “Uh, I mean…”

Jhin chuckled. “I’ll have to close early after the show, however. So you can also get a break for tonight.”

“You sure you don’t want me to handle it? I mean, I think I can deal with the drunk people who try to fight each other or if someone tries to pick a fight with me.”

“I did consider it, but that would require you to work alone. In a bar, you do not work alone, no matter how “classy” people say my bar is.” Jhin set up the microphone and connected the sound system and urged Veigar up to the stage to say something to adjust the sound.

“I can ask Kennen and Akali to fill in for you. Besides, they’re trained in martial arts.” He paused. “And with your schedule… you’re going to get a full house. Doubt you’d want to close early when people will be flooding in after hearing about it.”

Veigar was right. They could get lots of business and possible sponsors after tonight. Especially when Sona was going to be performing. Perhaps closing early was a bad idea. “I can certainly pay Akali and Kennen for filling in for me, but you need to ask them first.”

“I did.” Veigar shrugged. “I asked them a few days ago if they’d be willing to help out on open mic night if you needed the extra hands.”

Jhin found it more amusing that Veigar thought this far ahead and kept it as a backup plan. He was indeed suited for a business major. “If they say they are willing to help out, then I will keep the bar open as long as you three tidy up afterwards.” The young man had already pulled his phone to text Akali and Kennen the affirmative before Jhin even finished his sentence.

“They’re on board.”

“Fantastic. Thank you, Veigar.” Jhin worked with Veigar long enough to trust him with handling his store while he was gone. All he had to worry about now was the open mic night and his date tonight.

It was a full house before the show even reached halfway through the performers. There were lots of good talents this weekend, Jhin admitted. So far, the schedule ranged from comedians to singers. The guest of honor was written to be a surprise, but news must have gotten out that Sona was going to perform at his bar as the closing act.

Oh well. How could he not complain? He was getting business. He swiftly slid two glasses of whiskeys to two men sitting by the counter and chuckled at the comedian’s punchline.

“Mister Khada, I’m seeing someone who’s getting harassed by a customer. I would like to intervene, if that’s possible.” Akali pointed to a young woman who looked uncomfortable as her “date” was getting too close with their boundaries. “I promise I won’t make a mess.”

“Do what you must, then.” He turned away to another customer asking for another glass as Akali approached the table in quiet, seething fury. “Ah, Shen. I’m surprised you’ve come all the way here just for a drink.”

Shen held up his glass in acknowledgement. “Thought I should make sure my students don’t make a ruckus. I’m keeping watch on how much I drink though.”

“As you always should. How is Zed?”

“Angry. As usual. But he’s been doing better since his new student came along.” He took a sip of his drink. “I think he’s learning a little more responsibility and patience training this kid. The kid’s got potential to be just as great as Akali.”

“The next generation of Shen and Zed, it seems.” The two shared a laugh before Jhin headed backstage to greet the remaining performers. Okay, he just wanted to talk to Sona. But not without a disguise. He slipped on a mask to avoid being identified and hid his name tag in his pocket. To others, he would have seemed like another performer for tonight. He found Sona sitting in the back corner reading her sheet music intensely. He tapped her shoulder.

Sona first looked at him in confusion before realization flooded into her eyes. She playfully nudged him before he stood by her side. “You sure know how to change impressions rather quickly.”

Jhin chuckled quietly. “I may be a barista at dawn and a bartender by evening, but I’m also an actor.”

“Is that why you have these open mic nights?”

“Yes. I like to see other talents sometimes. I’ve gone up there on the stage without anyone recognizing me.”

“Really? I’ve never noticed whenever I visited.”

“I’m that good at disguises, what can I say?” They laughed to themselves and listened to the the audience clap for the next performer. There were three more people left before Jhin had to go up on stage to introduce Sona as the guest of honor. “I must get back. I am looking forward to your piece.” He bowed his head before he left to mix more drinks for his customers.

Sona’s eyes followed Jhin with happiness. She was glad he stopped by to talk to her. She was beginning to feel anxious from hearing how many people have come to the bar. Truthfully, she was looking forward to their date more than her own performance. To think she gave him her number so boldly, only to get a text back from him the same night. Excitement bubbled inside her as she kept thinking about it.

Once the final performer finished their skit, Jhin stepped up to the spotlight with a microphone in hand. He watched the audience murmur and whisper about a rumor that was floating around social media. “I’m sure most of you have heard about the rumor that Miss Sona Buvelle was going to perform here as the guest of honor, am I right?” Most people in the audience cheered. “Guess what? It’s true. May I introduce Sona Buvelle as a special guest of tonight’s open mic show.” He stepped off the stage as Sona walked up to the piano.

She bowed to the crowd, earning an applause before she took a seat before the piano. She played an upbeat tune that had the audience clap to the music and cheer as she reached the chorus. Some even stood up to dance around the stage in their drunken joy. Sona laughed at the two men who were holding their glasses of whiskey and nearly stumbling over each other.

The audience chanted, “Encore! Encore! Encore!”

Sona glanced at Jhin, who shrugged and nodded with an amused smile. She laughed before playing an encore of the song again.

“Have fun at your date, Mister Khada,” Kennen teased. “We should be able to take care of everything from here. I don’t think anyone will want to leave anytime soon..”

Jhin had changed into a more casual attire suitable for a late night date. A collared shirt, dress pants, and a trench coat. He hoped it wasn’t too formal. “Yes, I will make sure to pay you and Akali for taking time out of your schedule to help Veigar with the bar tonight. Thank you for the help so far.”

“You might want to hurry out the door. Lady S is waiting for you in the back.”

“Ha, is Lady S supposed to be code for her name?” he asked in a chuckle.

“Yup! It’s mysterious and sounds like an agent name. See ya!” Kennen disappeared into the bar to help Veigar. Akali also walked out the employees only door once she sent Jhin out to meet Sona.

Sona waited for Jhin by the back door with a shawl around her shoulders. She kept her outfit from her performance, but she tied her hair into a bun with a comb with golden flowers on them to hold it in place. “Ready to go?”

He held his hand out with a smile. “Whenever you are.”

Giggling, she took his hand and walked out to his car. “Anything we’re doing tonight?”

“I was thinking of a movie and dinner. Rather cliché, I understand, but I think it’s a good start.” He started the engine and slowly backed out of the parking lot. “If you have another suggestion, I’m all ears.”

“No, a movie and dinner sounds great!”

“Wonderful! Let’s get going then, shall we?”

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