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sinsinsininning · 3 months

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Chapter 5

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!Reader

TW: some street harassment from an unnamed man, cursing, allusion to prev smut, very brief descriptions of sexual harassment, drinking

A/N: this one was loooooooong, sorry I’ve been struggling with work and I can’t work on this as much as I’d like too

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It was nothing. You thought the moment you woke up.

It was nothing. Over and over in your mind as you rolled out of bed.

It only happened because you were tired. You almost said it out loud while getting dressed, your mumbling earned you a look from House.

Because you couldn’t think of anyone else. You felt like a zombie trudging to the galley for coffee and your daily assignments.

And you couldn’t think of anyone else, because you were tired.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to not think, as Killer greeted you, the coffee still brewing.

The rest of the morning crew were giggling and chatting away, you kinda wanted to shoot one of them out of jealousy. Instead you tucked into the plate of eggs and fruit Killer placed in front of you.

He paused at your tired expression, but went back to cooking. Today would be long, you decided.

It’s my punishment for last night. You shook your head quickly to clear your mind. A few crew mates nudged each other, grinning.

“Hey sunshine,” Hop called out. “You look a little rough, long night?” Quincy giggled, you sent them both a withering glare.

“Maybe if you hadn’t chipped your sword in 5 different spots I wouldn’t have been up all night.” You grouched, she blushed and clammed up. You turned to Quincy. “Stop giggling, how the fuck did you manage to break the bolt on your gun?”

“Hee~ it’s a mystery.” She winked.

“You’re a menace.” You said, stuffing more eggs in your mouth. Killer places a mug of coffee in front of you and clears his throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“We won’t be docking until a little past noon, if everyone gets their tasks done before that then you can do whatever you want on shore,” He paused for the usual cheers, being morning crew on shore days was the best. Afternoon crew had to do supply runs and maintenance, but at least they got to sleep in. “Now finish eating and I’ll give you an assignment.”

You don’t take your time, hoping to rush through whatever cleaning you have to do and get a nap in before docking. After rinsing your dish and chugging your coffee, you wait in front of Killer.

“You only got two chores today, mopping the hallways and helping Wire with some charting.” Killer pauses for a moment. “After that try to get some close range target practice in before going on shore. Captain wants everyone in top shape.”

You almost groan, charting maps with Wire and sharp shooting practice would easily take the full morning, if not the whole day. Maybe you can get Wire to have mercy on you, doubtful though, he’s way too passionate about maps. Killer dismisses you and you refill your mug before heading out to mop.

The hallways weren’t difficult to mop per se, but they were long and winding, plus there was frequent foot traffic to account for. Too many people walking around leads to slipping, so it was best to mop a section then go back with a towel to dry it then rinse and repeat. Your caffeine buzz gave you a burst of energy and it only took you an hour to get it done.

Now you just had to help Wire and you could nap, though you weren’t sure how you could help with charting it wasn’t your area of expertise.

Still, it was an order from Killer so you met with your tallest crew mate on the deck. There were several crew mates milling about, either working on chores or sparring. Wire was already sitting, pencil moving briskly with a smile on his face.

“You’re literally the cutest,” You said as you sat down. “Seriously I could eat you up.” He looked up at you with his heavy eyes and smiled again.

“Oh sweetie I doubt you have the appetite.” He said demurely, before the both of you burst out with laughter. Wire was easily the biggest flirt on the crew, besides you of course. He took a moment to observe you as you sat, noticing your eye bags and red sclera. “You look like you had a long night. You got a special someone I don’t know about?”

“Ha! Yeah right,” You snort, taking a sip of your now cold coffee. “You’d be the first to know if I had a new beau.”

“Oh I better be.” Part of you worried he’d start making assumptions again, but he spared you instead rifling through some papers.

“So what do you need me for? I’m not exactly a navigator.” You ask, he smiles again.

“True, but charting isn’t just marking a path on a map, it also involves some local intel.”

“Oh? How can I help then?”

“Well you know how Captain has changed course to go to the West Blue yes?”

“Uh- yeah I guess.” You feel an anxious pit in your stomach.

“Well we’re going after a specific crew, have you heard of a Captain Badger?” He asked, pulling out an old faded bounty, the picture was grainy but you’d recognize that face anywhere.

“Ummm.” You grabbed the paper, playing up your pause. “Yeah I think I have.” Wire seemed excited.

“Wonderful! Do you know where he operates out of? Or what his crew name and size is?”

You knew, but getting the words out was difficult. You didn’t think Kid had been serious about going and killer you former captain. Now you’d have to explain you past to everyone, who knows how they’d react. They’d think you were a coward. Or worse they’d pity you.

“Pretty sure he’s got a smaller crew, like less than 20 people. And I uh- I don’t remember his crew name, it was something like Wave or Tide Pirates.” You offer with a sheepish grin and a shrug, Wire tilted his head then started writing again. “Did the Captain say why he was go after him?”

“He said he wants him dead and that’d I’d know more when I need to know more.” Wire grinned. “Which is what he usually says so chances are this guy insulted him once like a year ago and now we’re gonna kill him.” He chuckled, you tried to join in but it sounded watery.

“We-Well if you don’t need anything else-”

“Oh, yes do you know where he operates out of? Does he have a base camp or anything?” Wired asked.

He wishes, you thought wryly.

“Hmmm, I think he stays around Toroa. That’s all I can remember.” You laugh shakily again and dismiss yourself. Wire frowns, he’d rather have you here while he finished the map to answer any other questions. But you seemed so unlike yourself today, he hoped you went and rested a bit.

Part of you wanted to scream, Kid was seriously delaying their journey just to go kill some guy he’s never even met. You laid back down on your bunk, Hip was getting dressed while Emma brushed her hair.

“Morning, Doll.” Emma smiled at you, you grunted out a greeting and pulled the blanket over your head. “Oooff you alright?”

“She got in late last night,” Hip answered for you, fixing her lipstick. “Let her get some sleep before we dock.” She flicked the lights off.

“Hip I could kiss you right now.” You groaned out, grateful to your friend. The two opened the door to leave, Hip poked her head back in.

“You’d ruin my lipstick~” She purred dramatically.

“Tragic, how will I ever recover?” You chuckled dryly, taking the time now to remove your outer clothes before your nap. You ended up in your underwear and a baggy top.

“Have sweet dreams love!” Hip called out, Emma slammed the door shut probably sick of your jokes.

You didn’t sleep deeply, constantly tossing and turning, you tried not to think about Kid or why he was doing all of this. It was so out of nowhere, a month ago you barely even spoke.

Eventually you settle enough to dream of nothing, of course that didn’t last long and soon enough someone was pounding on your bunk door. You jolted awake, worried there was a fight or something, and grabbed one of the many knives off the wall before yanking the door open.

Kid seemed surprised to be on the business end of your knife, you stared at each other for a bit before he started laughing. You flushed and lowered the blade with a muttered apology.

“Shit you’re a fucking sight!” He cackled, leaning against the doorway. His eyes drag up and down your form and you feel like bursting into flame when he gives a low whistle. “What’s with the get up? You trying a new look?”

You slam the door shut and go to put some clothes on, you wouldn’t bother to put clothes on if the ship was under attack. But you didn’t really feel like talking to your captain in your undergarments. At least you’d worn boxers so there was a little bit of coverage.

Kid shoved the door open as you picked up some clothes.

“Oi could’ve broken my nose!”

“Why were you pounding on my door like that?” You asked trying to yank your pants on. “Thought we were under siege or there was a fire!” He laughs again.

“Well nice to know you’re always ready for a fight!” He’s grinning and if you weren’t so embarrassed you’d have found the situation funny too. “Anyways we just docked and you weren’t on deck so I came to grab ya.”

“Thanks, Boss.” She buckle your belt, making sure it sat well on your hips before pulling your tank top on. His eyes were still watching you, you felt warm again. “Sorry, I was sleeping, didn’t hear the call on the comms.” He grinned again.

“Yeah? You were up late last night.” He didn’t say it like a question, but you still answered like it was.

“Yup weapon repair took longer than expected. Didn’t finish until late.” You yank on your boots now, he’s back to leaning on the doorframe.

“I know.” His smile was wide and at that moment you felt exposed again.

“Huh?”

“I was up and saw your dinner still in the fridge.” He shrugged. “Figured you weren’t done yet.” He didn’t reveal more, just in case you suspected it was him outside the showers last night. You feel a little bit better now.

“Yup, like I said. Took a while, I ate eventually before bed.” You kept it short, hopefully you seemed relaxed. Probably not. “You need anything else?”

He frowned at the dismissive tone, but didn’t comment just walked out towards the deck, leaving the door wide open. You sighed, glad he was gone. That conversation could’ve been much worse, you count it as a victory.

Heat popped his head in as you finished getting ready, eyes suspicious.

“You alright? Just saw Kid walk out of here like he was pissed.”

“I’m good, he woke me up from my nap and I kinda held a knife at him.” You tie your hair back away from you face with a grin.

“Woah why’d you threaten him?” He looked impressed.

“He scared me! I thought we were under attack so I was just prepared for an enemy to be at my door!” You laughed while trying to defend yourself. “I’m sure he’s pretty pissed about it. Surprised he didn’t revoke my shore leave.”

“Nah there’s no way he’d be mad at you.” Heat walked with you to the deck. “He’s probably into that typa shit.” You make a face and cover your ears as he opens the door for you, cackling at your blush.

“I don’t need to know your theories, thank you!” The deck is mostly empty, just a few people who are on duty milling about. Killer and Kid are next to the exit, talking together with Wire.

Heat walks with you to the exit, you have no plans at shore but it’s mid afternoon so there’s plenty to do. You pass by Kid without looking at him, hoping to escape without an incident. Wire waves you over and you feel like crying.

“I’ll catch up with you,” You let Heat go on without you. “Let’s meet for drinks in an hour. Same spot as last time, yeah?” He gives you a thumbs up and climbs down. You walk over to the group and nod your greeting, eyes on Wire.

“I was just letting Captain and Killer know, I’ve finished charting our course!” Wire was lit up, lidded eyes shut as he smiled and swayed. “Thank you for the help, by the way.” Kid looked bored and Killer looked….well like Killer.

“Of course, not a problem.” You desperately want to leave right now, but with 3 high ranking crew mates you knew better than to go without being properly dismissed.

“If you remember anything else, let me know! I’m hoping to figure out his crew’s name.” Wire hummed distractedly. “Maybe I can find a more recent bounty with it.”

Killer cocks his head to the side, an exaggerated confusion, while Kid just flat out gapes at you. Your smile is wobbly and you hope they don’t ask you about it. You just didn’t want more people knowing about your old captain, it’d be too much of a hassle.

“I think it may be a good idea for you and Wire to have a session together.” Killer said slowly, Kid opened his mouth but a nudge from his first mate kept him quiet. “You’ve been here for months, it’d be good for you to have a check up.”

“Oh?” Wire perked up, he knelt down so he was a little closer to your height, something he did when a sensitive moment popped up. “You know, I didn’t realize it, but we never had an official talk before have we?”

“I guess not,” You cringed, the idea of having a sorta-kinda therapy session didn’t interest you at all. “I don’t think it’s necessary.” Wire waves at you are with a smile.

“Nonsense! It’s part of my duties, plus it couldn’t hurt.” Wire patted you gently.

“So it’s decided,” Killer said. “You two make a plan for it, if there’s a problem, let me know.” He said that last part to you, you could feel it.

“Wonderful!” Wire smiled and you tried to mimic him, but it definitely looked like a scowl. Kid was frowning now as you were finally dismissed and practically ran off the boat.

“I’m getting a drink.” Kid announced, feeling pissy as he followed slowly after you. He pretended he didn’t hear Wire’s little chuckles.

You had a sizable lead on him by the time he actually dismounted, but he kept a close eye on you as you darted from stall to stall in the marketplace. It was a rare luxury to be able to choose from such a variety of stores, he found himself taking his time at certain spots. His bounty proceeds him so most places gave him a hefty discount, he grinned as he browsed a stall full of niche tools.

He hadn’t meant to get distracted from you, but he was conversing with the elderly man at the stall about which item would be the best suited for his style of work when a commotion from on the other side of the crowd started up. A man’s voice could be heard, cocky and forward. Kid could make out something about a date.

“Oh boy, looks like another young man is causing trouble.” The old man said tiredly.

“Huh?” Kid tried to peer over the crowd but the commotion was around a bend, obscuring his view.

“There’s a lot of very…insistent men around here.”

“Insistent? What the fuck does that mean.” The old man curled his lip at the cursing, but Kid was too busy being nosey to notice.

“You know, insistent…with the ladies. Especially in such a crowded place.” The man shrugged as Kid turned to sneer at him. “Try not to let it disturb your browsing. It’s a minor nuisance.”

“So you don’t try to stop it?” Kid felt himself getting angry. “Even though you know it’s a problem?”

“Not really, it really can’t be helped, especially with so many new, beautiful women coming though every day. The boys will grow out of it eventually.” The man chuckled, like he thought Kid would laugh too.

The red head snarled and shoved his way back onto the streets, easily knocking several people out of his path. He came upon the scene and nearly exploded.

Of course it was you giving him a damn head ache.

You were facing a tall, spindling young man. His face pinched in a frown as he tried to grab your arm again. You yanked your arm back, lips curled back in a sneer.

“Fuck off, I said I’m not interested.” You told the man, the crowd continued moving around you both as if they didn’t even notice. The man tried to step closer, you put your hand on your holstered knife, he paused.

“Come on now, a pretty thing like you ain’t gotta carry a knife.” You caught sight of Kid, relief flooding your face, until he started grinning.

“Nah,” Kid interrupted, stepping behind the guy. The scrawny man turned to glare at him but went pale when they made eye contact. “Pretty thing like her ‘as gotta carry a knife. Too many little shits out there tryin to be creeps ya know?” He grinned down at the guy, then walked to stand by you nudging you with his elbow.

“I think you should stab him.” Kid continued, eyes locked on you.

“Wait a min-“ The man starts.

“Unlike some people I actually try to keep a low profile on shore.” You ignore the man, glaring up at your captain. “Let’s just leave.” You move to walk off, but Kid grabs you by the belt loop, gently halting you.

“Who? Me?” He laughs, the crowd is thinning out as they sense his threatening presence. “Did you even tell him you were a pirate?” You shrugged, peering up at him now.

Oh shit, he wanted to show off for you.

“Woah a pirate?” The man, who Kid had honestly forgotten about, shouted. “No way you’re fucking lying!” Kid rolls his eyes.

“Fuck you’re annoying,” He drawls and raises his hand to the Bowie knife strapped across his chest. “I’m sick of hearing you talk. If she won’t kill ya, I sure as fuck will.” The man jumps back, knocking into someone, Kid starts to move towards him but your hand on his arm stops him.

That’s right, I’m supposed to make her not scared of me.

His pause gives the creep enough to run off blubbering and the crowd of people come forward to occupy his now empty place. Kid nervously glances down at you, wondering how much he set your relationship back. He was met with your bored stare.

“Seriously? We’ve been on shore for what? And hour?”

“Hey don’t lecture me, I’m the captain I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” He grumbled, but allowed you to lead him down the street. Your hand was still on his arm, the one not covered by his coat, and the feeling makes him flush.

“You are, but everyone’s gonna be pissed if we have to deal with Marines already.” You press into his arm now to direct him down a smaller path. It’s less crowded so you let go of him and give a little space, he tries not to yank you back to him.

“Whatever, can’t believe you let that fucker live.” He knew he should leave it alone and just be glad you didn’t run scared from him. But he couldn’t help poking at that bear.

“If I killed every creep that flirts with me, I’d be in jail.” You chuckle a little, one look at your captain though and he looks pissed.

“Who the fuck is flirting with you all the time?” He barks and you bristle.

Oops.

He realized now it kinda sounded like he didn’t think you were attractive enough to be flirted with.

“So two seconds ago you were calling me pretty. Now I’m not?” You tried not to feel insulted but… it stung a little. You don’t know why, but you didn’t like the thought that Kid found you unattractive. It’s nothing.

“That’s not what I meant!” He tried to argue, but you spotted Heat waiting outside a bar ahead. So you took the easy way out and sped up to a jog. Kid kept his pace, but followed after you, desperate to make his case.

“Heat!” You called out and hugged your friend.

“Took ya long enough,” The stitched man smiled, then did a double take as Kid trailed behind you. “Hey captain. What’re you doing here?”

“We ran into each other,” You said dismissively, pulling Heat to the bar’s entrance. “Do they have food? I’m fucking starving.”

“Yeah I think so.” Heat glanced back to watch Kid follow you both in. “He good?” He asked you in a hushed tone as you sat down at a booth in the corner. Heat stood glancing between the two of you.

“Probably?” You shrugged. “There was a guy I got into it with, he’s probably pissed I didn’t kill him.”

Heat slid into the bench opposite from you, as Kid sat at the bar. The place wasn’t busy, but late afternoon would fade away into night soon and it’d be packed. The bartender served Kid then came over to get your order.

“Hey I remember you!” He said as he pointed at you. “You were here a few weeks ago, yeah?” You smiled politely and nodded, Heat had a guarded expression, but the guy just took your orders and left for the kitchen. Kid glanced back at you as you sipped your beer.

“Weird that he remembered us.” Heat started, you chuckled.

“I mean, you and captain are pretty memorable.”

Heat grunted but didn’t continue. The time passed by quickly, you and Heat ate and drank your beers. Slowly more patrons started trickling in, mostly your crew but some locals too. At some point you pulled out a deck of cards and started a no stakes game with Heat, hoping to improve your skills.

Kid was suspiciously quiet, you’d glance at him often, but he just drank in solitude. Occasionally a crew mate would come up and chat with him, but when they left he’d just fall silent again. He glanced at you about as often as you did him, until Killer finally joined on the stool next to him.

“Pay attention before I make us play Go Fish.” Heat admonished you, your face turned red.

“Jokes on you I’m a shark at Go Fish.” You grin at him despite the shame of being caught.

As the night finally kicks off and nearly the entire crew, minus those on ship watch, are here, you and Heat finish your game. He splits off to find Wire and you go up to the bar for some stronger drinks. There were no open spots so you tapped on Killer’s shoulder, he made space between him and Kid. You waved at the bartender, having to stand on the barstool’s foot rest to be tall enough.

“What can I get you, gorgeous?” The man asks smoothly. Both men beside you tense, but you through your head back in a laugh, the previous drinks got you a little more comfortable.

“Can I get 2 shots of whiskey and a rum and coke?”

“Of course!” The bartender starts working on that, you keep an eye on him as Killer leans to speak with Kid over your head. You can’t really hear them, but ignore to focus on the man making your drinks. “Here you go.” He places the 3 glasses down and you put a few Berries on the counter, Kid swipes them back to you quickly.

“Hey!” You and the bartender say at once, your captain sneers then throws down his own Berries.

“Shut up both of ya!” He avoids your eyes and tucks back into his drink. Killer let’s off a restrained chuckle, you can feel it more than hear it against your side. You shrug, ready to let your captain’s weird behavior go if it meant free drinks, the bartender though didn’t seem as willing.

“Aw what a gentleman,” He grins at you. “Here I thought chivalry was dead.” Kid glowered at him, but Killer shook his head, which made the redhead frown harder.

“Thanks, Boss!” You say to ease the tension, then offer him one of the shots. “This was for Heat but he ditched me, you want it?” He regards you for a moment and takes the shot without a word. He grunts at the burn and watches you take yours then take a quick sip of your coke to chase it. Killer let’s out a brisk goodbye and vacates his seat, yanking you onto it.

“This shit is cheap, let me get some of that.” He gestures to your glass, normally he wouldn’t need a chaser, but he didn’t want you running off just yet. Or worse, talking with the stupid bartender again, who seems to be hovering around you. You slide him the drink, he takes a sip and grimaces again. “Fuck that’s strong, got what? Like an spit’s worth of coke?” You nod.

“Yeah it’s kinda strong,” You make a face as you take another sip. “Maybe I just gotta stir it.” You swirl it with a straw from the bar and try again. Nope, still strong.

“Tryin’ to get her drunk fast?” Kid shoots at the bartender, who pretends like he wasn’t listening.

“Does the lady not like her drink? I can certainly remake it for you.” He ignores Kid to speak with you, who is steadily considering murder. You wave his question off.

“Nah, it’s fine.” You’d rather just drink it, this guy was really annoying Kid and it was better if he just gave you some space.

“If you change your mind~” He winks at you and you fight back a laugh. This guy was over the top with his flirting. “Just let me know, my name is Jon.” He finally walked off to service some more patrons, the second bartender, an older woman, arrived to help with the orders.

“Fucking annoying ass dick head.” Kid mutters, you roll you eyes, but he doesn’t see it.

“He seemed nice enough.” You said lazily, eyes scanning the crowd as you stir your drink again. “Kinda cute too.”

“What? Seriously?” Kid looks you up and down like you’ve grown another head.

“Yeah, he’s nice at least.” You shrug.

“Gross. You’re way outta his league.” He needs to shut up, right now.

You’re stiff again, suddenly remembering his insult earlier. He can feel the change in you and quickly looks away, staring at his beer like it would hide him.

“Whatever.” You hop off the stool and go to leave, his hand grips your upper arm tightly. You flinch and tense, his grip softens but doesn’t leave, you let him pull you back onto the stool.

“That wasn’t what I meant… Earlier.” He said slowly, his hand slips down to hold your forearm.

“When you said I wasn’t pretty enough to be flirted with?” You clarified for him, he scowled but tried to force it away.

“I never said that!” He cuts himself off. “Look, you’re plenty pretty. I just meant that creeps shouldn’t be bothering you, ya know?” He finishes lamely, heat on his face, trying to look at you. A pause hangs in the air and he finally looks at your face, you keep it neutral for a moment.

“So… you think I’m pretty?” You ask with a grin, he snatches his hand away from you with a growl. Your face is also red, but you poke his arm playfully. “What’s next? You gonna propose?” He flushes more and grits his teeth.

“Knock it off will ya! I’m trying to be nice for fucking once!” He bats your hand off of him, hoping he seems as annoyed. “Acting all hot and cold on me.”

“Calm down, Boss. You know I don’t mean anything by it.” You hold your hands up in mock surrender. His eyes cut to you then back to the crowd.

“Yeah, I know.”

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ragnarokhound · 2 months

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((you don’t have to do both if you don’t want to, you can consider this one a back up / alt))

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” 💞

From this writing prompt list i reblogged in...november lmao fljdsjfa

anyway this grew legs and sprinted away the second I picked it up yesterday - clearly it just needed some time to proof lmao. Thank you for the ask, tauria!! From *checks watch* almost 5 months ago fjdslafjsa I will be cross-posting it to Ao3 in my new oneshot collection fic :)

Warnings for: Vague allusions that Ra's Al Ghul is a creep (what else is new), threats of gun violence, canon-typical violence

15. “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

When Tim arrived in Gotham this morning, he had no way of knowing that his day would end in Jason Todd’s bed.

Frankly, he wasn’t really sure what bed he’d end up in— because his own certainly wasn’t an option right now. But If he had to pick, Jason Todd’s was somewhere near the bottom of whatever list he’d make.

He didn’t exactly plan on this, okay?

But, uh. Let’s back up a little.

—

Tim knew his day was going to go to shit when he got back from the airport at 7 AM.

He had his driver drop him off two blocks away from his townhouse for the sake of caffeine at the hole in the wall place he likes. Wealthy CEO he may be, but a sixteen hour flight is still a sixteen hour flight and Tim is cursed with an inability to sleep in the air.

Don’t ask. He’s tried. It doesn’t work.

So he wants coffee, and he wants a shower, and he wants his own bed. In that order.

With the first thing on his list acquired and blessedly burning his tongue, he managed to tug his brain cells together enough to realize that the building they’d passed that had been shrouded in tents and canvas was his building.

"What's going on here?"

The worker outside his building looks up from her clipboard, her face wrinkling into apprehensive confusion.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you?”

He hasn’t slept in roughly seventy two hours. He is not awake or patient enough for this.

“My name is Tim Drake. I own this building. What’s going on here?” He repeats.

The woman raises her eyebrows and looks down at her clipboard again. “Mr. Drake?” She questions, clearly expecting him to look like a grown-ass man and not a sleep-deprived college student coming home from spring break or whatever.

“Yes. Timothy Drake-Wayne. Why are you—” he tries to gesture with the hand still holding his suitcase handle, walking towards the tarps and tents erected around his townhouse with increasing trepidation, “—here?”

“I’m sorry sir, but you can’t go in there. Not for at least forty-eight hours.”

Tim stops in his tracks.

“Forty-eight—?”

“We've been scheduled to fumigate the property today.” She says it like she’s reading it out of a handbook. “It won't be safe to enter the building for at least forty-eight hours. You should have received prior notice. Uh. Sir.”

Tim's jet-lagged brain kicks into overdrive.

Bruce hasn't made any disappointed noises about Tim’s perfectly normal work ethic lately so it probably wasn't a misguided attempt at benching him. And besides, rendering Tim’s apartment inaccessible is counterproductive on that front.

Dick wouldn’t. They haven’t been exactly— great, lately but he wouldn’t. Besides, if he wanted to get Tim out of the house more, he’d show up to drag Tim out into the daylight himself. This is a little too roundabout for him.

It’s too much work to be Steph. She would think it’s funny, but there’s no way she’d follow through.

Damian might, but this doesn’t quite fit his preferred methods for making Tim’s life hell. It could be some cloak and dagger maneuver to leave him vulnerable, faking a complaint to the city so he’ll—

And then Tim thinks about the call.

The call he’d brushed off at fuck o’clock in the morning somewhere over Europe, too busy with another project. The call his secretary took for him instead. He thinks about the distracted confirmation he’d given to whatever it was she’d asked him about five minutes later.

He also thinks about the form he signed about two weeks ago, before this last minute trip to Hong Kong had consumed his entire attention. The one with “Two Weeks Notice” stamped across the top. His stomach sinks.

“Today,” he repeats.

She looks apologetic. “Today,” she confirms. “And we just started about an hour ago. I’m very sorry, Mr. Drake-Wayne but—”

"No it's—" he says through gritted teeth, "fine. I'll just. Make other arrangements."

—

He does not make other arrangements. Though not for lack of trying.

Tim has a handful of safehouses scattered throughout the city. He has options. He gets a taxi to the closest neighborhood, and nearly falls asleep in the backseat. The cabby has to knock on the glass divider to get his attention when they come to a stop. He grumbles and hauls his suitcase out of the backseat, and tips the man excessively.

Shower. Bed. Sleep. He’s so close he could cry.

Except when he finally rolls around the block, coffee half gone and trying to remember if this safehouse is the one with in-unit laundry or if he’ll have to haul his shit down to the laundry room, his building is a blackened husk with police tape all around it.

He stops on the sidewalk. He peers up at the window of his unit, squinting at the peeling black wood and shattered glass. He ponders whether two is enough data points to be considered a pattern. And whether he could get away with napping in the alley on this street or if that’ll end with him stabbed and robbed.

As he’s pondering, he catches sight of a passerby and stops him.

“‘Scuse me,” he says apologetically. “What the hell happened here?”

The guy looks up from his phone and takes in his rumpled clothes, his suitcase, and the scorched remains of his apartment.

“Oh, uh. Yeah, there was a big fire about a week back? Bad fire. Took out, like, half the block. Cops are saying it’s arson.”

“A week ago,” Tim repeats. The guy’s eyes widen.

“Oh shit, bro, did you live here?”

“I’ve been out of town,” he explains numbly.

“Dude, that sucks. And right in the middle of con’ season. Good luck finding a hotel!”

“Yeah,” Tim sighs as the guy walks away. “Thanks.”

—

The next safehouse he tries isn’t in much better shape.

He remembers hearing about Freeze going on a rampage a few days into his trip, but he hadn’t realized another one of his places had been caught in the cross-fire. The cold burst the pipes, and now the whole place is undergoing renovation.

He hears all this from the crotchety old lady who lives in the next building over (her building needs renovation too, but will the city pay for it? Of course not, they weren’t ‘directly impacted by disaster’ so they won’t see a penny of relief funds even though their pipes are on the same line. Typical) and when he finally extricates himself from the conversation, it’s almost noon, his second cup of coffee is long-since empty and he’s at the end of his goddamn rope.

By the time he sees his next safehouse, he isn’t even surprised anymore.

“Does God hate me?” He asks the boarded up building. “Is this a punishment? What did I do? What the fuck did I do?”

He is 99% sure at this point that someone is burning his bolt holes. There’s a short list of people with the resources and the intel to do it, and while he’s not above ruling out the likes of Damian just yet, he seriously doubts anyone wearing a bat is behind this.

Besides, Dick would have noticed by now if Damian were sinking this many resources into convoluted covert ops designed to make Tim suffer. Definitely. Probably.

Fuck it.

He goes around the back and hops on top of his suitcase to reach the clunky camera watching the back entrance. This building is on the shittier side, closer to Crime Alley than his other haunts; cameras break all the time around here. He’ll have it replaced after he’s a functional human again.

Reportedly, this building was tagged for ‘high toxicity levels’— which is pretty typical for any building where fear toxin or Joker gas are found in any amount. They must have found a lot to condemn the whole building, but Tim is confident he’ll be fine. The airborne shit dissipates to safe levels within hours depending on the ventilation. If it was in the air, it’s long gone. Anything else needs to be injected to be effective.

Once the camera’s busted, he kicks out the boards and heads inside.

He drags his suitcase in after him, and mourns the shower he probably won’t be getting. The hall lights are out, and chances are the water’s been shut off along with the electricity. But at this point, he simply does not give a shit. All he wants are four walls and a mattress.

Leaning on the door to his floor to make it open, he stumbles out into the hallway—

And catches sight of the glistening curved dagger stabbed into the wall next to his door, the hilt gleaming green in the sinking sun.

“Nope,” Tim says, spinning on his heel and going back down the stairwell double time. “Nope, nope, nope.”

He is now 100% certain that the League of Assassins has been burning his bolt holes. Ra’s al fucking Ghul can eat his whole ass.

—

Seven blocks away, Tim sits on the sidewalk in front of a bodega and contemplates a third cup of coffee. The shittiest one yet.

See, here’s the thing.

The thing is, he has options.

He could go to the Manor. Or the penthouse. Or to Steph’s place. He’d have to answer some unnecessary questions like ‘Master Timothy, you know you can’t sleep on aircraft, why didn’t you sleep before your flight’ or ‘Tim, why didn’t you come here first, you know you can still come to me if you’re in trouble, right’ or ‘why did you agree to fumigate your fucking house, you loser, lmao’. (Stephanie is not going to let him live this down).

He is absolutely certain that he would be welcomed in any of these places and after a completely undeserved amount of fussing, he could take a fucking nap and someone else would deal with the League bullshit for him.

And that’s the thing. There’s the rub.

No one should have to deal with the League bullshit for him. This is his problem. He’s not in a hurry to bring them down on anyone. Not even Damian.

With grim resignation, he reaches for his phone to try and find a hotel room (during a con’ weekend apparently, RIP) and maybe get a fucking handle on this whole stupid thing, when he hears:

“Hand over your wallet!”

He lifts his head slowly and finds himself looking down the barrel of a gun. A gun held by some guy wearing a ski mask in broad fucking daylight. There’s another guy next to him who’s watching the street. There’s a third guy somewhere behind him who he can’t see, but he can hear the scuff of his boots.

Sure. Why not. With the day he’s had, this might as well happen. He holds up his hands placatingly.

Tim contemplates his muggers. The guy with the gun is jittery, probably new to this, or hopped up on something. He keeps glancing between Tim and the bodega behind him, so they were probably planning a run on the till. Might have chickened out, or thought Tim was an easier target, an unexpected meal ticket plopped right in their path. Or they were already inside when Tim sat down, which wouldn’t bode well for his situational awareness seeing as he just came out of there himself.

The grinding gears of his tired brain keep getting caught on the fact that this is happening in the middle of the fucking day. Tim glances at the street corner and bites his cheek in frustration. Yeah, he’s smack dab in the middle of the Alley. Figures.

“Are you deaf or somethin’ man?” The guy with the gun is saying. “Hand over your fucking wallet!”

The other guy doesn’t seem as crazy-eyed. He’s nervous, though. He keeps looking around like he’s expecting Batman to materialize, to come whistling down the street like a beat cop.

“Dude, come on, it’s not fucking worth it,” he says, grabbing at the gunman’s shoulder. “We got the money, let’s fucking go.”

The third guy kicks over Tim’s suitcase. “Yeah, come on, Don, let’s just grab this shit and bounce.”

Tim can’t do anything. He’s not Red Robin right now. He’s Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and he’s getting mugged in front of a bodega at two in the afternoon in a rumpled suit and tie and still toting his suitcase from his early morning flight.

His hands are trembling from unspent adrenaline, too much caffeine, and not enough sleep. His eyelids are the heaviest they’ve ever been in his godforsaken life. His ears are ringing. He could knock all three of them down in less time than it takes to tie his shoelaces. But he can’t.

“Shut up, Johnny, look at him shaking! What’s he gonna do? If he doesn’t wanna get shot, rich boy’s gonna hand over all his fucking shit!”

“Hey, let’s just—” Tim tries to say.

Stars explode across his vision as Tim takes a punch he genuinely wasn’t expecting. He stares up at the blue sky for about half a second, more confused than anything else, before the gunman grabs him by the front of his shirt and hauls him up to shout in his face.

“What’s it gonna be, pretty boy?!”

Caught on the exhausted edge between vigilante training and the preservation of his identity, Tim is frozen. He doesn’t know what to do. He kind of wants to cry.

“Gee, Donny, what is it gonna be?” A fourth voice says, full of false cheer.

Tim blinks. So do the muggers.

He knows that voice.

“Who the fuck—?” The gunman drops Tim, spinning around and into a fist. He tumbles down to the ground, out cold.

Everything happens pretty quickly after that.

Jason Todd is in civvies. He’s sporting a worn out looking hoodie and a pair of jeans that have seen better days. But his heavy boots are the same ones he wears for his uniform, and the kick he delivers to Johnny’s face is all Red Hood.

Almost in a daze, Tim watches him fight with the usual mix of seething envy and raw desire that rears its ugly head any time he gets to see Jason in action. He’s fast, decisive. Efficient. Beautiful. Tim wishes he had Jason’s skill. And he wishes—

Well. He wishes a lot of things about Jason Todd.

Tim is pretty sure he and Jason are friends. Maybe. Probably. They’ve pretty much moved past the whole “replacement”, “zombie-dickhead” part of their relationship and have graduated to occasionally providing backup on ops that overlap in each other’s sectors, ganging up on Dick when they’re all in the same room, and maintaining a surprisingly steady stream of vigilante gossip to keep each other in the loop.

So, ok, yes, due to the aforementioned, he’s pretty sure they’re friends. And also because Jason wouldn’t have stuck his neck out for him otherwise. He would have just let him get mugged.

Watching Jason fight is one of Tim’s favorite pastimes. But right now, Tim’s usual appreciation is soured by the gut-roiling embarrassment of being caught in this position by Jason of all people. His eyes itch. His cheek throbs. He’s so fucking tired.

“Hey, little stalker,” Jason says suddenly, holding out an expectant hand in Tim’s face. The muggers are groaning on the ground around them. Tim isn’t sure when that happened. He might have zoned out. “Did you know that you had a stalker for a change?”

Tim flushes. “I resent that. I haven’t stalked anyone in years.” He takes the hand. It’s warm, and calloused, and big around his.

Jason laughs at him and yanks him to his feet. “Liar.”

Tim’s mouth twists into a scowl. He tries to glare at Jason, but he can feel himself swaying and Jason still hasn’t let go of him, and it’s ruining everything.

Also, lowkey, Jason is right. But in his defense, it is literally their job to stalk people, so.

“I haven’t stalked you in years then. Just other guys. Bad guys. Not non-bad guys. Fuck. You know what I mean. Whatever.” He pauses; recalibrates. “Had?” He asks.

Jason’s eyebrows inched higher and higher the longer Tim talked. Tim doesn’t blame him.

“Yeah. Had.”

So much for the League, Tim muses.

Jason gives him a once over before tugging decisively on Tim’s wrist, easily grabbing the handle of his suitcase and starting to walk with both in tow, to Tim’s rising horror.

“You’re coming with me, shortstack. What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk? You look like shit.”

Tim tries to yank his wrist out of Jason’s grip, but the asshole doesn’t budge. “I’m not drunk,” Tim snaps. “I’m fine. I’m just. I’m just… really tired.”

Jason stops abruptly, and Tim stumbles into his shoulder.

“I can see that,” he says, steadying Tim with an amused but ultimately sympathetic look. He loads Tim’s suitcase onto the back of a motorcycle that Tim literally just now noticed.

God, he’s fucked. And not even in a fun way.

“C’mon,” Jason says. “Don’t fall asleep on the way over— road rash sucks ass.”

—

They don’t talk on the way to— wherever Jason is taking them, but once they’re parked in a random garage and walking towards the elevators, the game of twenty questions begins.

“So why’ve you got League assassins after you, anyway? Piss in a lazarus pit? Push over the baby brat on the playground?”

“Ra’s al Ghul wants my body,” Tim says, dejected but resigned to this bizarre fact of his life. “Since I was seventeen, I’m pretty sure.”

Jason wrinkles his nose. “Ew.”

“I don’t think it’s a sex thing? But it could also be a sex thing.”

“Again. Fucking ew.”

“Yeah. Also I blew up a bunch of his shit and I think he’s still salty I got away with it.”

“Is that why you weren’t at the Manor?” Jason asks, herding Tim out of the elevator and down a long hallway. “Or anywhere but a random street in Crime Alley?”

Tim nods. “Yeah. They found all my safehouses, but— my mess. My problem.”

Jason thwacks him upside the head.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“You’re the dumbest person on the planet.”

“Am not. B is on-planet right now.”

“Then you’re pretty fucking close,” Jason snarks, fishing out some keys and opening one of the apartment doors.

Tim scoffs at him as he’s pushed inside. “Oh, please. Don’t try to tell me you would let Dick swoop in and solve all your problems for you.”

Jason rolls his eyes, stepping into the side kitchen and popping open the freezer door of the fridge.

“Dickiebird can’t even solve his own problems,” he says as he rummages. “But maybe when I’m fucked up enough to let three nobodies robbing a fucking bodega get the jump on me, that’s a sign that, maybe, it might be time to call in the cavalry. Dick isn’t the only person who’s got your back.” He presses an ice pack to Tim’s face until he takes it himself, and keeps steering him through the apartment. “Just saying.”

Tim would protest with all of his very good reasons why Jason is definitely wrong here, but he’s too busy processing the fact that Jason has led him into a bedroom. With a bed. There’s a bed, with a mattress and pillows and blankets. Right there. Tim stares at it with lustful eyes.

Jason catches him staring. He rolls his eyes, but he’s sporting a small smile that Tim has the presence of mind to memorize. He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a big shirt and a pair of shorts that he hands to Tim.

“Look. If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here. No guarantees I’ll be always around, but, yeah. Mi casa es su casa, or whatever.”

Tim eyes him up, clutching the bundle of Jason-smelling fabric in his hands. “And you’d do that for me because…why, exactly?”

Jason flicks his forehead, a stinging reprimand. Tim hisses.

“Because, dumbass, you need help and I feel like it. And you don’t actually suck to be around, so shut up and be grateful.”

“Oh, yes,” Tim deadpans, rubbing at his forehead. “So grateful to be allowed the privilege of squatting with you.”

The thing of it is, Tim is grateful. But Jason doesn’t need to know that.

Jason squawks, and before Tim can duck, he’s snatched Tim around the neck in a headlock. His arm is thick and doesn’t budge no matter how Tim shoves and kicks. The ice pack and the clothes go flying, and Tim just about dies. Jason is warm.

“Jason—!”

“Brat!” Jason crows, not giving an inch. “I paid for this place fair and square— you’re the only squatter here!”

“Blood money doesn’t count as square!”

“Tell that to half of Gotham, kid.”

“I’m trying to, thanks for noticing,” Tim says, finally wrenching himself free of Jason’s grip, stumbling into the bed and giving into its siren song. He sits down heavily on the edge, toppling over sideways and reaching pathetically for the fallen ice pack that’s just out of his reach.

“And don’t call me kid—” he complains, muffled by the pillow. It also smells like Jason. “You’re barely two years older than me.”

The cold ice pack is pressed into his fingers. He cracks an eye open to look, but Jason is just smirking at him, like he’s giving Tim the win. Ass.

“Coulda fooled me, shortstack.”

Tim rolls his eyes, and onto his back, toeing off his shoes and letting them clatter to the floor. He can’t tell if Jason’s bed is the best bed in the world, or if he’s just deliriously inventing things.

Frankly, Jason Todd’s bed is the last place he ever thought he’d end up, this morning or otherwise, so he’s never bothered to speculate. He does not have a contingency plan for this.

“Is there a reason you keep calling me short,” he complains, “Or will I just need to fill in the blanks myself?”

“Can’t help it. You’re just so small,” Jason coos. Tim props himself up on an elbow at that, raising a disgusted eyebrow.

“You don’t hear me constantly talking about how big you are.”

Jason grins like he just won the lottery; Tim shuts his eyes the second it’s out of his mouth.

“Baby, you don’t know how big I am.”

He does, actually. Not in a creepy stalker way, just— there was this one time. A big rogue breakout at Arkham, all-hands on deck type of situation; Tim, Cass, and Jason were covering Poison Ivy in the park. Acid-spitting pitcher plants were involved.

And look, Jason’s tactical gear is fine in the day to day, but it’s not like any of them had time to prep a neutralizing agent, so when Jason needed his pants off, stat…uh. Well. Tim was right there.

He knows, okay?

“Alright,” he rallies, trying desperately not to replay the memory of Jason adjusting himself through his boxers. All of himself. “I walked right into that one.”

“Oh, trust me. You’ll know if you’ve walked into it.”

Tim scoffs, but he can feel how red his face is.

And the thing is. He says it without really meaning to.

But he still means it.

“You gonna put your money where your mouth is, big guy?”

The change is immediate. Jason had been halfway out the door, but now he turns to Tim, giving him his full, undivided attention. He looks at Tim, laid out in Jason's bed, giving him a very slow once over. The scrutiny is at once nerve-wracking and thrilling.

“Thought you didn’t want my money,” Jason murmurs.

The temperature in the room spikes. If it weren’t for the slow throb of his bruised cheek, Tim would think that he’s already asleep and dreaming.

But he isn’t. He’s very much aware that he’s wide awake.

Tim swallows. “Well. It’s not your money I want.”

Jason’s grin is electric.

He stalks over to the bed, and Tim is frozen like a rabbit, waiting to see what he’ll do next. Jason settles a knee on the sheets between Tim’s legs, looming over Tim and boxing him in against the mattress. Tim’s free hand reaches up of its own accord to tangle in the collar of Jason’s hoodie, and the cotton is softer than he expected.

Jason’s eyes rove over his face, dark and heavy. He catches Tim’s face in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly across the bruising hot ache of his cheekbone. He leans in deliberate and slow and—

—and stops about an inch away from Tim’s mouth.

“Get some sleep, babybird,” Jason teases, his breath puffing gently over the skin of Tim’s lips. “You can proposition me again tomorrow.”

“It’s, like, 3:30 in the afternoon,” Tim argues, breathless.

“Yeah, and your body thinks it’s 3:30 in the morning. You’re dead on your feet. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, and go the fuck to sleep.”

Jason moves to rise. But Tim hooks a stubborn arm around his neck and pulls him down that last remaining inch.

The kiss is— bad. At first.

Tim basically smashed their mouths together to prove a point, and Jason muffles a surprised sound against Tim’s teeth. He lands heavily on top of Tim at an awkward angle, and he’s kind of crushing him. Tim refuses to let go, but— Jason doesn’t pull away.

Jason gentles the kiss instead, and Tim thrills. He levers himself up onto his elbow, wrapping an anchoring arm around Tim’s back. He finds a home between Tim’s legs, and he lets Tim kiss him until Tim's lips are tingling and his fingers go slack; until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

Somewhere between fifteen minutes and a small eternity later, Jason presses one more kiss to the corner of his mouth. He curls around Tim on his side, and Tim turns his face into Jason’s neck with a soft wondering sigh.

“I’ll keep it. Promise. Wait n’ see,” Tim mumbles. Jason snorts, but doesn’t budge, and Tim can hear his smile in his voice, lilted and lulling.

“Sure, babybird. I’ll wait. I got nowhere else to be.”

Tim is already asleep.

#one hundred thousand years have passed #i creak up out of the soil gasping and hacking and coughing #'i lived bitch'#'have some jaytim that grew legs on me'#my writing #asked and answered #jaytim #ladytauria #hurt/comfort #this one is sillier and more light-hearted than the other ones #the hurt is more like 'near tears travel exhaustion' than your typical aftermath of violence lol but it so definitely counts #i held a gun to the head of the muse that said 'this is way too short' and pulled the fucking trigger #i KNOW it's a very fast get together but i did Not want this to become my next 5 digit wordcount fic okay. okay. oka #the bones of a long 'tim and jason vs the league of assassins' fic is hiding here #and if i actually wrote that this would have ended much differently #but i am Not Writing That okay I am Writing Cowboys and also Werewolves Right Now. I Do Not Have Time For This!!!!!!#prompt fill

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All This Time

TW: Soft smut. Language.

SUMMARY: You and Drew have been friends forever, but a fateful day on set will change that indefinitely

WORD COUNT: 1800

*Requested*

All This Time

You have known Drew long before you were even cast on this latest season of The Outer Banks. In fact, if not for him, you wouldn’t have this role as he was the one to bring your talents to the knowledge of the show’s producers. And ever since you’d stepped foot on set, welcomed in warm embraces and immediate kindness, everything seemed to have slowly shifted.

Those loving wraps of his arms across your shoulders to pull you close in a more platonic hold had now seemed longer and those gazes across from any given group setting seemed more intimate, almost as if conversations of words neither of you had wanted to say, were able to be spoken without judgement this way. But today, a day where a scene between Rudy’s character, JJ, and Madison’s character, Kiara, was severely romantic, words of crossing that threshold between friends to lovers brought to the forefront, you understood how those words were better suited for you and Drew.

“I was afraid to say anything because I didn’t want it to change anything…You’re the person closest to me in life and to risk losing you for my own-It’s not worth it…I’d rather have you as a friend for life than anything…else for just a moment.” To this, you caught Drew’s gaze already on you, shifting downwards as if in thought, before returning to find yours looking back at him, mirroring that imagery.

“And what if I want you to take that risk, J?” ‘Kiara’ asked as you stood off camera, observing the scene as you’d just finished being on camera and ‘Rafe’ was due to interrupt.

“Drew-” Madelyn nudged him as he was forced to break his focus from you and enact his role as the lead antagonist, interrupting the romance, but fumbling over his lines, and constantly blushing as he usually excelled in this, the occasional tie of a tongue a reason for humor, having now embarrassed himself as it had been done in front of you with this change of friendship.

“I just need a minute?” He called as Jonas nodded, deciding to proceed with scenes without ‘Rafe’ for the time being, as it was rare for Drew to be the cause of any issue in scheduling, he’d agreed wholeheartedly. But as he pulled himself off of the set, he moved immediately towards you.

“Can we, uh…can we talk?” You nodded as you followed him away from the prying eyes and ears that held momentary interest in you, your feet following his lead before you’d come to rest at an abandoned section of The Chateau, currently unused for scenes currently being filmed on a secondary, but near, lot.

“Do you want to run lines or-”

“I can’t. I can’t focus on ‘em…So I have to ask you something…and if not, then it’s fine adn things can go back to normal and everything, but…does it…feel…different between us?”

You slowly nodded. “And why do you think that is?” He sourced for your feelings in the fear of being misinterpreted.

“A lack of sleep and too much caffeine?” You teased as he took a step closer, your name sounding special in a way it always had once coming from his lips.

“I don’t know if I’m reading more into things here and it’s driving me crazy…And I don’t want things to change or get awkward but I just have to know if you…if you’ve thought about it…” Without him needing to elaborate, you nodded, a slow, even uncertain nod, as his steps moved even closer.

“I..I want to-I need to hear you say it, because I don’t know if we’re on the same page here and it’s making everything deeper and hard to focus and-” You couldn’t find the words to encompass everything you felt when you were with him.

If you HAD to, it would be ‘safe’ or ‘complete’ even, as you had done nearly everything together. Times of darkness were always met with the light of his intentional comforts and the necessity of support always tenfold when he learned it was what was needed. It was why you also found it difficult to give your own lines, especially for a love interest who wasn’t him.

Because no words came behind your lips, you would instead allow your body to speak for you as you closed the short distance between the two of you and kissed him. Not as friends. Not for a role. Not even as a joke. A real, but swift, kiss to test the waters of things potential changed between you. And after a moment’s hesitation to assess your reaction, he would pull you even harder into him, but doing so in slow succession as he wanted to savor every moment and action-just as you had, all for an interaction you’d both craved far too long.

“Come here…” He lifted you around him following a lengthy kiss, tongues entangled and teased, before you were taken to the couch in this continued wrapping, a squeak with this newfound weight having made you both chuckle.

Even if passion became the first emotion and interaction between you, it was still met with the ability to chuckle as a friendship had been the foundation in which you two found that comfort. But now, the playing field had changed, adding in the addition of this ‘change’.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…I-I…I want to make you feel good…Can I?” You were breathless at his words before offering a nod, one that was met with a blaze of lecherous need behind his eyes, as he would lick his lips before bringing you close enough into him to feel his erection having developed between his thighs. But he was shameless in it, simply holding you as his touch rivaled any prior. This was because even if there had been passion in your past, none had been sweetened with the trust and comfort in what you had with Drew.

“We should probably go somewhere-” He shook his head, suddenly lifting your shirt over your head and kissing softly against your exposed chest as he interrupted you with these abrupt motions.

“We’ve waited so long, I can’t wait another second…” He explained, your head bowing in agreement, before relieving him of his own shirt, doing so carefully as it was a costume for his character and not that of his own possession. You would fumble with the buttons out of nervousness before finally being allowed the freedom to bask in his physique without hiding in shame for a fear of unrequited feelings.

“Wait wait wait-” He spoke quickly as your hands had found their way to his belt, having pulled it from its rest, before he would take your wrists between you both and leave them stationed at his chest.

“Before we do this…cross that line…I want you to know it’s for a reason.” Your eyes narrowed.

“A reason?” He nodded.

“It’s not momentary or fleeting…it’s because…” This was what the fear had been; rejection. And yet, to hold you this way and be on the edge of altering your relationship by basking in the body offered, he needed to ensure you knew why.

“It’s because…I love you…And I have for a while…and I want to take care of you and-” You pulled him into you again, tears leaving your eyes as he’d retract from yoru kiss once feeling them.

“Please tell me those aren’t pity kisses-”

“No, Drew…” You sniffled. “I love you too…I have for so long and I just was afraid-” He would interrupt you with another series of kisses, short but savoring, before resting his forehead against yours.

“Then we a lot of time to make up for…” He looked over his shoulder. “And unfortunately, not a lot of time to do it…At least this time…” You blushed as you were suddenly lifted upwards just enough so he could lay you onto your back. He was quick to undress you down to your bra and panties, but once revealed to him, having luxuriated in the sight. With your legs around his waist, he would shimmy himself free for you, your eyes fixating on his muscles as he inched closer.

“I’m gonna take such good care of you…” He spoke this into your kiss as your eyes came into a roll as his fingers curved inside of you.

“You’re ready for me already?” You nodded.

“Please Drew-”

“You don't’ want-”

You shook your head, fingers pulling down his boxers, which were the only thing to remain, as you led your hand to his newly exposed shaft.

“I need to feel you…please…” He breathed heavily, your pleas almost angelic if they weren’t so lustful. He nodded.

“I want you to do it. I want you to use me however you want…use me to make yourself feel good, sweetheart.” Your heart soared at the name he’d called you before-mostly in a taunting fashion. But this was anything but funny, this was sincere and deep-and now he made his way to prove that as he inched slowly inside of you.

“Jesus Christ!” He called out in a basking of your warmth while you couldn’t help but blush.

“Please Drew…” You whimpered as he had stille within you, wanting to bask in what you needed in contrast.��

“Please move!” You validated to him as his eyes found you from beneath their one lust, as he nodded, wincing in pleasure to the way you’d wrapped yourself around him. A series of kisses along your neck brought you both into a rhythm and a quick curve of that coming pleasure as his thumb alternated from the hold on your hip to the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing for attention.

“I need you to come for me, sweetheart…I can’t until you do…and you feel so fucking good, I need you to…” You nodded, his hand wrapped softly within your hair as he brought you to that cusp, his name coming from your lips in pleas, before you’d found that release in one another. Solid thrusts now slowed to stilled rest, breathing struggling to return to normal, you found the shift in this relationship to bring you both together in the best of ways. Both friends and lovers.

When you returned to set, fighting the urge to intertwine fingers as you didn’t want anyone else to know of this change just yet, you returned to your respective marks, as Madelyn would lean into your side.

“It’s about time for you two-” You looked at her with a blush.

“What do you-”

“We’re filming there next…there were mics set up…” Your eyes widened in horror as Drew only smirked, slowly nodding.

“Don’t worry, Jonas turned them down before you finished, but not before we heard how well you took him-”

“Maddy!” She laughed, basking in your discomfort as your eyes found Drew from across the set once more, this time, doing so in the eyes of your lover…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @my-baexht-ls @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drewstarkey #drew starkey

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verxsyon · 2 years

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ❞

your boyfriend is quite the gentleman. he has difficulty to act so casually around you despite being in a relationship with you for a while now. one day, you’re trying to lure a side of him that seems to be out-of-character.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. tachibana naoto x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.8k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. college au, established relationship au ; fluff

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. naoto’s been growing on me hehe. to be honest with y’all, he was hard to write, going through like three drafts before this one. he’s kinda a little shit in this one lol. this idea is actually inspired by his formal speech in japanese. i had the reader being older than him in mind, which kind of explains his struggle, but it doesn’t have to be. i think it’s a cute detail. this pretty and smart detective has me in a chokehold (i’m sorry, mitsuya).

What struck you about Tachibana Naoto was his serious demeanor. You first met him during one of his late-night caffeine runs, when you were covering for your sick coworker. He had an authoritative vibe that intimidated you somewhat but piqued your interest. You were alone on that shift, so you had no one to rely on if anything goes wrong.

One thing did go wrong, but it was on his end. He forgot his wallet.

He tried to hide it during the payment process. However, you were staring awkwardly at his hands patting down his pockets in silent desperation for a minute. You pitied him, resorting to discounting his drink for free.

“On the house,” you say with a smile so he wouldn’t feel guilty. It’s the same catchphrase and gesture months later when he forgets his wallet again. Interning at a rigorous police department has taken a toll on his sleep schedule, based on the amount of visits at the café every week, thus affecting his memory.

“Thank you very much.” It’s that same response from that time that allowed you to see past his cold exterior. He’s polite, too polite that he can’t bring himself to act so casually around you despite telling him to drop the formalities. You have a feeling he’s hiding an important secret. He’s already terrible at it, considering his numerous wallet incidents.

“Is there something wrong? You had a strange look on your face.”

“Yes, actually.” You grab his coffee right out of his hands as he’s about to take a sip. “Be more assertive. Be a little… mean. You’re holding yourself back, Mister Future Detective.”

“I’m sorry?”

“See your coffee?” You fiercely point at the cup next to you. “The problem is that it’s not within your vicinity at the moment. Saying please isn’t letting your precious drink go anywhere.”

“Oh? Is that how it is?” You didn’t expect him to stifle a laugh, a lighthearted one at that. “So saying please isn’t enough for you to stay at least fifteen more minutes to continue this conversation with me?”

The comeback makes you flustered, losing the words you wanted to say in your mouth. You can’t believe he has this power to ruthlessly tease you all this time. What have you done? “Shut up. My break is almost over.”

“What a shame. Nevertheless, thank you for the coffee.” Narrowing your eyes at him cautiously as you slowly approach the kitchen, he stops you by pointing to the corner of your mouth. “Before you go back, you have a little something there. Here, I’ll get it for you.”

Instead of his thumb touching your lips, it’s his own. It’s brief, but it’s enough to give you a whiplash. To make matters worse, he has the audacity to tease you because of your reaction.

“Your naivete is adorable,” he taunts, taking a sip of his coffee that you fail to snatch from the table and hide it from his sight. “I was joking, by the way. There’s nothing there.”

You greatly underestimated him. You become flustered the second time today because of him, which you didn’t think he’s capable of doing. Your fingers begin to graze on where he kissed you. “Okay. Leave, you jerk. Or else no more of the usual for you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” It’s the first time he uses a nickname on you, and it makes you want to scream your head off. You did enjoy it, so it’s something you can get used to in the future. “Shall I pick you up tonight at your dorm after your shift?”

“Sure. But don’t forget your wallet, idiot,” you grumble. “I’ll ditch you and eat all the delicious food there by myself.”

“Not to worry, sweetheart. I promise I won’t forget.” He throws his cup away and suddenly turns to you with worry. “So was that what you wanted? Was it good or was it too much?”

“Yes.” It’s vague, and you say without hesitation. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at the nature of your answer, but you clarify that you’re referring to his teasing. “I’m very impressed. I expected you to back down, but you seized the opportunity and went all for it. I gotta say, that was sexy of you. Can you keep doing that? I like it.”

He pulls you into his chest to kiss you and then lifts his head with a smug smile. “So you’re into that, sweetheart? Anything for you.”

“Just go already, Nao. You’re going to miss class.” You practically kick him out by physically directing him to the exit. “I’ll see you tonight.”

You just attempted to lure a side of your boyfriend that turns out to be very uncharacteristic of him, but you like it very much, though it may not be good for your heart. For someone who’s initially seen as cold and is polite when getting to know him, he has a secret talent of being a ruthless teaser, making you flustered multiple times in a row. You’re so in love with him that it hurts, and you won’t have it any other way.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. (if your url is in bold, that means i can’t tag you!)

@amatxs ; @c02z ; @exaltedxtactician ; @pen-observing ; @rqnvindr ; @soulsanta

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bg3?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Daria" which I find funny.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time and feel free to shoot me a request in return. <3

I pair you with…

Shadowheart 🖤

You two both have a similar style, albeit her’s isn’t traditionally gothic. It’s definitely in some ways alternative.

Granted, it’s probably due to the fact people of Shar’s embrace enjoy a darker style in order to represent her.

She also understands the idea of being more quiet and on your own lonesome, she too indulges in that pleasure.

It’s something she’d probably enjoy having with you. Quiet sweet moments in the dark or- well anywhere.

She also prefers straightforwardness than anything to get to the point quicker.

Life is a ticking time bomb with the tadpole after all.

Animals are something she loves too, sure she dislikes some- but she has shown to embrace nature’s gifts. Which include- animals.

She’d honestly offer to watch your guinea pigs if you happen to be busy on occasions. Probably further down the line however.

Shadowheart has a poor past, she suffers from as well. Depression alongside anxiety is something she too faces, she can sympathize with your pain.

Albeit even if you dislike kids and she doesn’t as long as you two can see eye to eye on goodness for children it’ll be fine.

#shadowheart #shadow heart #shadowheart hc #hc #headcanons #shadowheart bg3 #bg3 #bg3 posting #bg3 x tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 x reader #shadowheart x reader #bg3 x you

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the-greatest-fool · 4 months

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I just broke down today. It was not caffeine induced, but God did I want to drink. After ruminating over this stupid classroom crush for a while, I met with my undergraduate applied math advisor and professor. During our heart to heart, during which we talked relationships, immigration, research, and life, I realized that I do not have anything in me motivating me. I do not have any goals for research. I do not have any goals for life. I think of everything in hypotheticals (ie I *could* do this) but never think about how I feel about it.

I feel like I’ve lived my life entirely unexamined. I have no clue what I want. Is my heart capable of holding onto anything enough to pursue it in academia or industry? When I can’t even hold onto a partner for longer than a couple months?

It is one year since our first date. One year since we kept the night going. One year since we decided not to define things. One year since I messed up, and he followed suit. One year since I added him on Spotify.

Today, he is gone. Out of focus, if I ever have to be next to him. Today, we have no Spotify connections, only playlists we made about each other. Today, I am empty, emptier than before. One year ago, I at least had the dull ache of linking my hands into his and curling into his side, knowing we would never last. Today, I don’t even have that.

I don’t know anymore. I keep chasing shadows of meaning like they could ever distract me long enough from the dark hole bored in my chest. Perhaps it’s because it’s winter, or I don’t sleep enough, or I drink too much, or I don’t pray enough and stopped going to church, or because I was born this way. But it’s here now, that dark place. I keep just trudging through the snowy abyss. I don’t know where it leads. I just keep walking.

#my life #alcohol #caffeine #im dumb #mini rant #feelings #mess #a bad place #cw vent

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gerec · 1 year

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More from my Actors verse From Lovers to Friends and Back Again with Logan and Charles finally together and the two of them about to start shooting 'Days of Future Past' with Erik (Charles' ex).

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There’s giggling in his living room.

Giggling, and hushed whispers, coming from his agent and his PA; never a good way to start the day, as far as Logan is concerned. He pads down the hallway from his bedroom towards the kitchen, ignoring whatever shenanigans the two are getting up to in the other room. There’s a pot of freshly brewed coffee for which he’s exceedingly grateful, and he pours himself a large mug, grinning as he skims through the texts from Charles that had come through while he was asleep.

He checks the time now; it’s nine am in L.A. which makes it five pm in London, and that means Charles is likely just finishing up a long day of press interviews. It won’t be for a few more hours before he can call Logan from his hotel room to catch up – on how the press tour is going, and maybe have some long overdue video sex. Good thing he’s got nothing scheduled for today but his regular workout, because Charles has been gone for over two weeks now and Logan needs to see him and hear his voice, before he goes crazy and hops on a plane to England to surprise him.

Maybe he’ll do it anyway, and finally ask Charles to officially move in with him after a year of dating.

(If it’d been up to Logan, they would have moved in together the day Charles finally asked him out on a proper date.)

Still, he understands the impulse on Charles’ end to take things slow, and to enjoy their time together without the specter of ‘what comes next’ hanging over the relationship. Logan however, is pretty much ride or die for Charles Xavier - and has been for most of the eleven years they’ve known each other - and doesn’t have any doubts about his long-term goal. He’s going to put a ring on it as soon as he finds the perfect moment, which is whenever Raven tells him her brother will actually say yes…

(Possibly after they finish the Days of Future Past shoot, assuming they both pass the Lehnsherr test.)

He snaps a picture of Wolverine and sends it to Charles, giving the chocolate lab a good scratch behind his ears as he drinks his coffee.

“I know big guy. I miss him too.”

The dog whines in agreement; he absolutely prefers Charles’ company and attention, even if he’s technically been Logan’s dog for the past five years. The beast is constantly flopping on top of his lover and asking for cuddles, and trails behind him from room to room and level to level. Kitty had joked once that Logan and Wolverine were equally enamored with Charles, and they’d have to learn to share him because Charles didn’t pick favorites.

Logan didn’t tell her how right she was, and how often Wolverine sleeps with them in their bed.

He dumps the dregs of his coffee down the sink and puts the mug in the dishwasher, and goes to let the dog outside so he can do his business and run around in the yard. When he returns, Raven and Kitty have migrated into the kitchen, whispering and staring at their phones as they indulge their caffeine fix. There’s a funny look on Raven’s face when she turns to greet him, and the fact that she doesn’t sling an insult his way makes Logan freeze in his tracks. “What?”

“Read any headlines yet, boss?” Kitty asks, pouring entirely too much cream and sugar in her coffee. He’s given up on lecturing her about her terrible eating habits, because ‘he’s not her Dad, and he can’t tell her what to do when it’s not about work’.

“No,” he says, and absolutely does not like the look the two of them share over their mugs. “Am I going to see something that’ll piss me off?”

“Maybe,” Raven hedges, then sighs and taps something on her iPad before sliding it over to Logan. “A picture of Charles and Erik together went viral a few hours ago on social media, so the studio sent news out about ‘Days’ to ride the hype. They’re still going to do a proper announcement next week but it’s all over Twitter that a sequel to ‘First Class’ is coming with the original cast.”

Logan reads the headline and curses, dreading how much of a shitshow it’s going to be for all of them, now and in the foreseeable future.

XAVIER AND LEHNSHERR REUNITE FOR FIRST CLASS SEQUEL!

WILL LOVE BLOOM AGAIN FOR THE STARCROSSED LOVERS?

#gerec writes #xavierine #actors verse #actors au #from lovers to friends and back again #technically this is the beg of a new chapter in the sequel #happily ever after...maybe #cherik

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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Please the Patriarch:

An: genuinely I’ve written so much I don’t even know what part this is, I gotta go through or organise everything 😂

Tag: @charliedawn @iloveslasher @myers-meadow-selfship

Hannibal Jr’s POV:

There had been an incident down at the prison last night and I woke up to a phone call at six in the morning. I was quick to answer it.

“Hello, yes this is he. Oh really? Thank you for letting me know. I can be there in less than an hour.”

I sighed, running my hands over my face. They were moving my father to a different building. Supposedly one of the inmates broke out and tried to kill him, obviously that didn’t end well for the inmate who was now missing his nose. I took a quick shower, rushing my routine as I would have to call a few clients and cancel today. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was surprised to find someone already awake.

“Newt?”

They didn’t respond, so I drew closer.

“Mx Newt.” I tried again.

I seemed to have startled them out of whatever trance they were in, because they almost fell out of their chair. I was quick to offer my hand to steady them.

“Hey, sorry. Umm, what time is it?”

“6:12”

I raised a brow at their odd behaviour, watching their eyes widen.

“Oh.”

“Why are you awake?” I asked.

“Didn’t fall asleep yet.” They shrugged.

I frowned.

“Sleep is-“

“Very important to growing minds, yes I know Hannibal. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just can’t sleep recently. Are you off to work this early?”

I shook my head no.

“Something happened down at the prison.”

“Oh no, is your father ok?” They asked, genuine worry in their town.

I wasn’t aware they’d grown affections for him, considering they’ve only met the once. I made myself a cup of coffee, setting a small amount aside for them. Normally I wouldn’t support someone their age drinking caffeine, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t go to bed after I left, so they’d be needing it. I didn’t have time to make a real breakfast, so I grabbed a protein bar, and gave them an apple.

“Oh, thank you.” The smiled at me. “Umm, Hannibal, would you like me to go with you?”

I was surprised by their question.

“I’m not exactly sure a prison is the best place for you to be spending your time.”

“But going alone can be quite stressful, I know you don’t like change in your routine.”

I smiled at them. They were quite a polite child. I’m a few more weeks the adoption paperwork would official be done, and they would become one of us. Part of the family. The invitation was extended to their sister, who it seemed a Morgan had grown quite fond of. Spending a lot of his time driving back and forth to the college after work. He was hardly around right now, but that’s what young love did to a boy.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I don’t have school today and Peter wasn’t feeling well earlier so he kicked me out of his room so I don’t get sick.”

“Peter isn’t feeling well?”

They shook their head.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, just a little sniffle.”

“We’ll then I suppose we should pick him up some medication on the way home.”

I watched their eyes light up, as realisation hit them.

“Yeah, yeah, let me go get dress, give me three minutes.”

Normally I didn’t allow running in the house, but who was I to squash their joy right now. It warmed my heart that they wanted to visit my father again. I thought for sure he’d scared them off last time. They came down wearing a little brown suit that appeared to be suede, and a lemon yellow under shirt. They flicked their hair out of the collar as they came back to the kitchen.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks, I’d say the same but you always look nice.” The laughed lightly.

There wasn’t much laughter in this house, and it was a nice change of pace. We sat in a comfortable silence for the first fifteen minuets of the drive. They watched the trees out the window for the most part.

“Hey Hannibal?”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind if I played some music? It’s a little too quiet and the sound of the air vents is making me dizzy.”

What an odd way to describe such a small sound. I hadn’t even noticed they were on until they said something.

“Don’t worry, I won’t play anything bad.” They quickly followed.

I gave them a quick nod as I watched them fiddle with the Aux chord Peter had put in my car. He also hated sitting in silence. It was funny how alike the two teens were. I was pleasantly surprised when they started playing something I knew.

“Sergei Prokofiev?” I asked.

They hummed lightly.

“He’s one of my favourites.”

I listened to the symphony peacefully. It was a rather nice piece. A few more song played before I brought the car to a stop.

“Alright, stay by my side, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good. Hopefully this will be a quick trip.”

They stayed behind me as we went inside and greeted the lady at the front desk. She gave us our visitor badges and a few guards escorted us to my fathers new cell. It was secluded and away from any other inmates. Perhaps he’d finally get some peace and quiet. I grabbed the book I’d brought out of my trench coat pocket.

“Dante’s Inferno?”

“You’ve read it?”

“Not yet, I’ve always wanted to though. It’s nice that you and your father share a similar taste in literature.”

“It’s is, isn’t it? Perhaps he will let you read it when he is done.”

They gave me a bright smile. The holding cell was all thick bulletproof glass, so the cameras could watch him from all angels. I cursed under my breath, it we certainly be more difficult if he wanted to attempt to escape from this one. There were only small slots where they were pass him his food.

“Hello Father.”

“Hello Jr. I see you’ve brought the child with you.”

“Good morning Doctor Lecter!” They greeted softly.

“You should speak up child.”

“My apologises.” They said a little louder.

I could tell they were nervous, the fidgeted with the hem of their suit jacket.

“How are you feeling, Hannibal explained to me what happened.”

“I’m quite fine child. Though I must admit I was caught off guard. And now, I’m essentially being punished for defending myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you have there?” My father turned his attention back to me.

“I brought you another book, they said you were still allowed to have them, as long as there where no hard covers.”

I moved over to the slot and slid it through to my father.

“Interesting choice my boy.”

I gave him a small smile. Being in prison much feel like the nine circles of hell sometimes. I was glad it wasn’t me who was on the other side of that glass.

“How are the boys?” He asked.

“Peter is feeling a little under the weather, but Newt and I will bring him medicine and soup on the way home. Kevin is well, Kevin, you know how he is-“

“That I do. And Morgan?”

“Morgan is visiting the college where my sister attends today. He wanted to bring her a home cooked meal for lunch.”

“I wasn’t aware you had siblings.”

“Sibling, just the one.” They corrected.

I must admit, that was rather bold of them. Not even Peter dared to correct our father.

“Her name is Serenity, she’s studying law. Morgan and her a great friends.”

“Friends?” He asked amused.

“I do believe Morgan shares some affections for the girl. But I approve of her, she’s polite, intellectual and loyal.”

“All good traits to have. I would be rather interested to meet her.”

“We’ll she’s very busy with school, but I will send a letter to ask. She’s met everyone else already. Though I don’t think Kevin or Peter like her much.”

My father chuckled.

“Kevin doesn’t like anybody, my dear. And how are you doing today?”

“I’m fine.” The shrugged, “a bit bored is all. But Hannibal let me come with him today so this is nice.”

“Perhaps you should ascertain a hobby.”

“Morgan did say he would teach me about the circulatory system when he got home today. Does learning count as a hobby?”

“I suppose it does. You’re interested in medicine?”

“Blood, mostly. But the rest is rather fascinating as well.”

My father gave me a knowing look. I do think he likes them.

“Oh, Father, I came to tell you Newt’s adoption should be finalised before the end of the month.”

“Congratulations my dear. It’s a difficult venture to win the heart of my son. And Congratulations to you too Hannibal. You’ve taken so good care of my boys, I have no doubt you’ll be an excellent parent.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you!”

I heard the sound of the door click.

“I do believe our time is up I’m afraid. You take care dear, Hannibal.”

He nodded to each of us.

“Please do try to stay out of trouble Father.”

“Goodbye Doctor Lecter!”

Newt waved as the followed me out the door. The ride back was much the same as the ride there. Expect for the few stops we had to make to get supplies for Peter.

“Would you like to help me with the soup?”

“Of course. I’ve never made this kind before, what is it again?”

“Curried sweet potato and chickpea soup. It makes up for the proteins Peter lacks in his diet. Well the diet the both of you share I suppose.”

“It’s sounds amazing.”

It was nice getting to spend some one on one time with them, outside of a clinical setting. They seemed to fit in quite nicely here. Things were all going to plan for once, which was a great relief. I watched as they rolled up their sleeves and tied an apron around their waste.

“Shall we?” They asked.

“We shall.”

An: a bit shorter than normal but I’ve been sick for the whole week so I don’t have much an edgy right now. Hope you enjoyed it none the less.

#newt lector #hannibal au #Hannibal lecter #hannibal family #Peter Hannibal #Morgan Hannibal #Kevin Hannibal

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pontevoix · 1 year

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❛ i’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me. ❜ hmm lev mayhaps princess bride starters | @wistrea

it is one of those days. when lev woke that morning, his agent frowned at him. they ate rice together; they had barely taken sips from their paper cups of tea, & his agent frowned at him.

first, lev thought it was because his agent hadn't had coffee. lev has always preferred tea first in the morning -- as a child, his family had insisted ( a little desperately ) that he didn’t need much caffeine. they conceded green tea to him, & it worked out; lev likes the feeling of green tea freshness on his tongue. tea is his ritual, but coffee ground its way into his habits in his twenties. when he works late, it becomes a necessity.

his agent, however, is the opposite. his agent likes coffee when he wakes, coffee when he sleeps. he is a nice man, to be fair. he's got energy to match lev's , & that's a beautiful thing -- even if the man only buzzes the way he does because of the caffeine.

one of those days: where lev fidgets a little & smiles the next. where he isn't really sure why he's the subject of an interview, even if he loves the conversation. where he gets lost three times in the alleys trying to find his lyft home. where he finishes the work day a little more tired than he wants to admit, a little better dressed than he'd like to be, & with his evening cup of coffee.

lev is an early riser. he's been in motion since 5:45, & he's been mostly on his feet since then, & he hates to look tired. to do so feels like a self betrayal.

but he has made it to the evening, shuffling into a hotel lobby & tapping the toes of his shoes against shiny tile. he’s never been shy, so he tips sideways enough to see down the line. in the process ( out of the corner of his eye ), lev spots a free phone game flashing from the hands of person in front of him.

of course, he comments on it. of course, he tells the truth & wheedles ‘ i lost that game on the third level. ’

the stranger in front of him jumps a little, & she tells him off for being distracting. which is fair — she’s got a level to finish. lev can’t help but laugh.

he can’t tell if the sound is a little strained or not. a million times before, he’s heard: you're being distracting / can you stop fidgeting / that's just lev being lev.

his reception to these comments depends on the day. sometimes, it’s helpful — guidance in moments where lev loses track of what he’s doing. he sometimes loses track; at those moments, little tethers to the present are welcome.

but it’s one of those days. today, the comment smarts a little. even though lev laughs, his lower lip juts out a little, & he shakes his head. whatever, he says without speaking. lev has always been a little too honest with his features.

but then he gets excited. for nothing, he gets excited. he recognizes her now from local connections, from events to which his sister had dragged him.

as a collective, the line takes a step forward.

lev has always found that his memory is unreliable at best, but his proclivity for faces ? it's his party trick. he can always remember those he sees - from afar, from up close. to see a person & remember them is to know them.

it may be one of those days, but lev forgets it in a heart beat.

' okaaaay, but you're that person! the one who skated once! i’m gonna guess what you are now. are you ... a corporate ceo ? or a news editor? a skater still? no offense , ' lev’s eyes give a metal glint. no offense is always a dangerous line to give —-

but lev throws a compliment into the lobby like it’s the world’s worst frisbee. ' but you look like you could eat me alive. you kinda looked that way ages ago. pretty sure you knew my sister. alisa ? she sucked when she skated, but she did alright. she doesn't suck generally! just sometimes. she sucks a whole lot less than i do, though, you know? ‘

lev has never been graceful. he can fake being graceful, though.

his toes keep against the tiles; lev smiles apologetically.

it’s late, the line is slow, &

he is thrilled.

#lev is nosy have no fear #ur watching tv w headphones in ? he accidentally tells u the spoiler over text bc he says ' i see ur watching ____ ! '#wistrea #1. question #115. lev

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lovemesomesurveys · 1 year

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This time last year, what was happening in your life? It’s pretty wild to look back at this time last year and have absolutely how badly things would take a turn in a couple months. I really wasn’t doing well health wise, but I never thought I’d wind up in the hospital for 3 months with everything so out of whack and almost dying twice (I did once).

Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? Of course I will. Ya’ll should know me by now. I have my Starbucks Doubleshot white chocolate energy drink right now.

Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? My mom. She had asked me to do something for her and I had some questions about it. I also had to show her a couple things.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? Yeah.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? She gets bathed every few months. It’s actually better not to do it too often.

Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? We have a mailbox.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? Yes, I last saw my doggo.

Have you ever had an ear infection? I have. They’re quite unpleasant.

If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I want to finish the rest of the new season of You. I watch it with my mom and brother, so with their varying schedules it can take us awhile to finish a show. If I were watching it by myself, I would have been done in two days (one day for the first half that was released and another day for the rest).

Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? I think my mom cut her hair a couple months ago.

Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? A text message? I likely wouldn’t even check it. Or, I’d read it and not reply until later on.

Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? No. My doggo does and it’s really cringey because you can hear her teeth grinding together.

Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? Well, dehydration was part of it. It was a small part of many issues I had going on.

Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? Hmm. Nope, don’t think so.

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? I like to be able to hear a little background noise to be aware in case something important happens or someone calls me.

What’s your favorite online radio site? I very rarely use them anymore, but I do like Pandora.

Do your parents have any authority over who you date? I mean, no, seeing how I’m 33 years old, but that being said their opinion very much matters to me. It’s important to me that my parents like them and they like my parents. If there were any issues or concerns, I’d want to hear them. Ultimately, it’s my decision but I would listen to what they had to say and take it seriously. I’d want to be able to work it out and not have any issues.

How many different shades of nail polish do you have? Zero.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? My usual Cream of Wheat.

Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? I wouldn’t consider myself lucky if I had one or unlucky that I don’t. I don’t even use ice, so it doesn’t matter to me.

Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? Some nights, even having taken my sleepy time meds, I wake up a couple times before the sun comes up. It’s super annoying. Thankfully. I typically go back to sleep, but I love the nights when I’m actually able to sleep all the way through.

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? I have, actually. I can’t remember what It was called at the moment, but it was a show a friend had gotten me into.

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. I mean, I certainly could, but I’ll spare you for now.

Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? No.

Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them?: I’ve only seen The Wizard of Oz.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? >> tired. kind of sad. because that's just how it is sometimes? I don't know, man. <<<< Oh, do I understand that feeling all too well.

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? My mom.

When was the last time you saw them? This afternoon before she went to work.

Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? No.

What are you listening to? A YouTube video about Disneyland ride history.

What year are you/did you graduate? I graduated with my BA in 2015.

Are you obsessed with anything? I tend to get that way with shows and movies I really enjoy.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Mmmm, waffles.

Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? Non-diet.

Do you like seafood? Blech, no.

Are you craving anything right now? My Doritos Locos taco that I’m about to eat.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? I think my leggings and oversized graphic tees are appropriate attire.

If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? Yeah, I think I would.

How long is your hair? It’s choppy and short. My ends barely reach my neck.

Do you like your neighbors? I don’t have any issues with them. I don’t even know them.

What’s your school motto? --

Has a bird ever flown into your window? Nooo.

Which word did you say first, mama or dada? I think I said, “mama”, first.

How old were you when you learned to walk? I never got to that stage thanks to my accident at 7 months old that left me paralyzed from the waist down.

What was your first pet’s name? His name was Buster.

How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? I think there were like 30 or so of us.

Who was your best friend in elementary? Back in the early elementary school days best friends kinda changed all the time. It was a very loosely used term. I’d say my real best friends I met in 5th grade.

Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? I don’t recall. I didn’t pay attention to the sports stuff.

What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? There wasn’t one to my knowledge.

Where do you see yourself in a year? I hope by this time next year I’ll actually be able to do things again, travel, and gain back my independence.

If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? My stubbornness. The amount of issues its caused me that could have totally been avoided...

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? I never want to stand out in the crowd. I just want to do my thing, pay no mind to me.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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kryptaos · 2 years

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Olympus Apartments sneak peek!

FYI it is not the beginning of the story itself. You can meet the narrator Flash here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/kryptaos/689878021098946560?source=share

I sighed as Zeus’s storm raged, trying to mentally block it out. Normally I found the sound of thunderstorms relaxing but not when it was past midnight and I was hoping to get some sleep. I figured that I probably would not be falling asleep anytime soon given the storm and the fact that I had thought it was a good idea to drink an entire bottle of Dr Pepper only a few hours before going to bed. It was a hot night and I was starting to get kind of thirsty again so I decided to go get myself a glass of water.

I grabbed my Grogu plush, turned on my phone’s flashlight and made my way towards the kitchen, shining the light in front of me. Once I reached the kitchen I opened one of the cabinets next to the sink to look for a cup. But instead of the clear drinking glasses I was expecting I was greeted by rows of ornate golden goblets. I picked one up, turned on the faucet and put the goblet underneath the stream of water, filling it up. As I turned the water off I noticed Persephone standing nearby, a frightened look on her face. “Yo, what’s going on, dude?” I asked. “Are you here to get water too?” She nodded. I handed her the goblet I had just filled. “Here, you can have this one. Don’t worry, I didn’t drink out of it.” I picked up another goblet and started filling it up as another crash of thunder filled the air. Persephone’s eyes went wide with fear. “Are you OK?” I asked.

Persephone shook her head. “I can’t sleep.”

“Storm keeping you awake?” I asked. Persephone nodded. “I feel you, dude. I can’t sleep either since I had way too much Dr Pepper earlier, that stuff’s so good but it’s loaded with caffeine.” I took a few sips of water. “Wanna just hang out for a bit in the living room? I could use some company.”

“S-sure,” Persephone said hesitantly. I headed into the living room, Persephone following me. I flopped down on a couch and turned off the flashlight on my phone, putting it and the goblet of water on the coffee table. Persephone sat down on another couch.

“So does your dad create storms often?” I asked. “I’m really hoping this is not a frequent occurrence since I’d like to be able to actually sleep at night while I’m here.”

“Only when he’s really angry,” Persephone said. “It doesn’t happen very often though.”

“That’s a relief,” I said. “Usually when I’m really angry I either just hide in my room and blast heavy metal music or I practice my drums.”

“You play the drums?” Persephone asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been playing since I was your age,” I said. “I’ve been wanting to start a rock band for a few years now but I haven’t found anyone to play with.”

“My brother Apollo can play any instrument he picks up since he’s the god of music,” Persephone said. “Maybe he’d be willing to join your band.”

“I talked to him earlier and he seems like a really cool dude. I should ask him if he wants to jam,” I said. “Everyone here seems pretty cool. Although Aphrodite and Hera seem kind of distant.”

“They’re nice once you get to know them,” Persephone said.

“That’s good,” I said. “I didn’t really talk to Aphrodite much when I met her today since she was getting herself ready for some Instagram photoshoot.”

“She’s always talking about selfies and expensive makeup and designer clothes,” Persephone said. “I don’t understand any of that stuff, I just think it’s kind of silly.”

“I don’t understand it either, the whole beauty and fashion scene makes absolutely zero sense to me,” I said. “I’d rather spend my money on Star Wars toys.”

“I’ve never seen Star Wars,” Persephone said.

“Whoa, wait, are you serious?” I said, shocked. Persephone nodded. I knew at once that I needed to show her the movies. “Dude, Star Wars is, like, the coolest film franchise ever. I’ll tell you what, tomorrow I’ll show you the original trilogy. It will blow your mind. Are you down for that?”

“S-sure,” Persephone said.

“Gnarly,” I said as another crash of thunder filled the air. Persephone trembled with fright. “You alright, homie?”

“The thunder’s scary,” Persephone said quietly, her voice quivering.

I thought for a minute, trying to figure out what would help a scared little kid during a thunderstorm. “You want me to put on some relaxing music?” I asked. Persephone nodded, trembling. I picked up my phone and opened Spotify, searching for my favorite psychedelic rock playlist. Once I found the playlist I started playing it on shuffle mode, turning the volume loud enough for Persephone and I to hear but not loud enough for it to potentially bother the other gods. “Whenever I’m stressed out or can’t sleep I listen to psychedelic rock, it helps a lot. Tame Impala in particular helps me sleep.”

“I-I’m s-scared…” Persephone whimpered. Her breathing was shaky and she seemed close to tears.

“Hey, it’s OK, little dude,” I said, reaching over and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen. Just chill, breathe and try to focus on the music.” The song “Dirt” by The Stooges was currently playing. Compared to the other louder and more raw songs by The Stooges that I liked, “Dirt” had a calming bassline and a slow, relaxing tempo. I hoped Persephone would find it as soothing as I did.

After a few minutes Persephone’s breathing seemed to be stabilizing and she wasn’t trembling as much. “Feeling better?” I asked. Persephone nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad my tunes are helping you as much as they help me.” The song switched from “Dirt” to Aerosmith’s “Sweet Emotion.” I turned the volume up a little bit.

“Do you like any other kinds of music besides rock?” Persephone asked.

“Hard rock is my absolute favorite but I’m pretty open-minded when it comes to music,” I said. “What kind of music do you like?”

“Most of the music Mama lets me listen to is very slow and soft,” Persephone said. “She says it’s good music to listen to while out working in the fields. You probably wouldn’t like it all that much if you like loud rock music.”

“Probably not,” I said. “So what do you do for fun?”

“I like creating plants and flowers,” Persephone said. “Mama says that in a few years I’ll fully grow into my plant powers.”

“Poison Ivy’s powers are pretty cool, it’s neat that you have hers,” I said.

“Who’s Poison Ivy?” Persephone asked.

“She’s one of Batman’s enemies,” I explained. “She can control plants and she really cares about the Earth and is trying to save it but at the same time she’s evil. Oh, and she’s bright green too.”

“I don’t know much about Batman,” Persephone said. “Or superheroes in general, really.”

“Oh man…” I muttered. “Oh man. Dude, once I introduce you to all my favorite superheroes your life is never going to be the same. Heck, there’s so much great pop culture I need to show you.” I really hoped Demeter would not mind my efforts to educate her daughter on everything I considered awesome. I knew that Persephone was probably too little for some of my favorite media but I was determined to show her the stuff I thought a kid her age could handle. Borderlands? Too much mayhem. Mortal Kombat? Too brutal. Alien and Predator? Too scary. Deadpool? No way, Demeter would destroy me. But the Avengers? Guardians of the Galaxy? Justice League? Power Rangers? Star Wars? Transformers? Spaceballs? I hoped that she’d get a kick out of those. “Your brain is going to explode from awesomeness once I show you all the movies, TV, video games and music I want to show you.”

“I like the music you’re playing right now,” Persephone said. “I haven't listened to a lot of rock before since Mama never really lets me listen to it.”

“I’m glad you’re digging my tunes, little dude,” I said, grinning. I held out my fist. “C’mon, fist bump.” Persephone bumped my fist.

“By the way, why does everyone call you Flash?” Persephone asked.

“I have this hoodie with the logo for the superhero The Flash on it that I wore pretty much every day during high school. Everyone started calling me Flash because of it and the nickname stuck,” I explained. I picked up my goblet and drank the rest of my water.

“Sometimes Mama calls me Kore,” Persephone said. “Or Little Flower.”

“Speaking of flowers and plants, what exactly can you do with them?” I asked. “I thought what you did earlier when you made them grow out of thin air was pretty rad. Can you bring dead ones back to life?”

“I can bring small plants back but it takes a lot of focus,” Persephone said. “But Mama says that once I fully grow into my powers I’ll be able to bring back any plant no matter how big it is.”

“That’s gnarly,” I said. “I absolutely suck at taking care of plants, a few years ago I got a free succulent at a street fair and it died within a few weeks.”

“Did you water it and give it enough sunlight?” Persephone asked.

“I did not, I left it in my bedroom which did not get a whole lot of sunlight,” I said. “I didn’t water it as much as I probably should have since I assumed that succulents didn’t need to be watered often.”

“You probably should have kept it outdoors or at least somewhere that got a lot of sun,” Persephone said. “And you should have watered it about once a week.”

“Yeah, that probably would have been a smart idea,” I said. “By the way, would you be willing to give me a tour of your mom’s garden tomorrow? I only got a glimpse of it earlier today but it looks totally rad.”

“Sure! I’d love to show you everything we grow,” Persephone said happily as her eyes lit up. “There’re so many different kinds of flowers and plants and it’s absolutely huge.”

“Awesome,” I said. “I’m super stoked to see the whole thing.” I found myself getting sleepy. The caffeine from the Dr Pepper I drank earlier seemed to be wearing off much to my relief. “Are you getting tired? I feel like I’m about to crash out.”

“Mhm…” Persephone yawned. “I’m sleepy.”

“I’m probably just gonna fall asleep right here,” I said as I turned the music off on my phone so as not to drain the battery. I sprawled out on the couch, making myself comfortable. “Night, dude.”

“Goodnight, Flash,” Persephone mumbled tiredly. Within minutes both of us had fallen asleep.

#greek mythology #greek gods #persephone #flash #my writing #oc #olympus apartments

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bangtaninborderland · 3 months

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THE GENTLEMEN - DAY FOURTY

Genre: f! Reader x bts | wc: 9.7k | 18+, smut.

Warning: cockwarming, cross dressing (kind of?), degrading (slut), d/s dynamics, oral (male and female receiving), penetration, spanking, dd/ little girl if u squint, these warnings are a mess but the chapter is pretty light.

A/N: I proofread this on a very busy bus so I hope you appreciate me. Please don’t forget that the confessionals are open. This was pretty tame but in all honesty I’ve been wiped out and wanted to write something less angsty for today. Next update will be better!

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You sat up, a little disoriented as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. You felt too hot, far too hot as you pulled yourself out from underneath Jimin. The man groaned but didn’t stop you, instead kicking the blanket off as he sprawled out over the now unoccupied space.

The floor was cold against your feet as you padded into your own bedroom, a room you’d spent much less time in lately. You’d only stopped by to get changed and shower - much like today

You made a quick affair of it all, dressing yourself in some yoga pants and a sports bra. Your hair was still damp as you tied it up, you knew it would be impossible to fix later but you didn’t care, still far too uncharacteristically tired.

You found your way to the kitchen, thankful that someone had already taken the initiative and brewed a fresh pot of hot coffee. You filled up your mug and slumped down at the kitchen table, resting your head on your crossed arms.

“If you are tired, why not just stay in bed?”

You nearly fall out of your chair as Yoongi startled you. “Fuck give me a warning next time.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.” He shrugged, his lips turning up at the corners. “Do forgive me, lady of the house.”

“Shut up.” You groan, sipping your caffeine. “It’s too early for jokes.”

“You’re grumpy today.” He raises an eyebrow. “Sleep bad?”

“Weird dream I think.” You shrug. “You?”

“I woke up with Jin Hyungs’ cold feet on me.” He fake gags. “What was your dream about?”

“I can’t remember it properly but it was definitely weird.” You sigh.

You can’t help but stare at him, he looks so domestic as he runs a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He was wearing a large shirt and black sweatpants, it was a look you loved on him.

It was very much a boyfriend look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He frowns, checking his appearance when you don’t respond. “What?”

You take another sip of your coffee before shaking your head. “You look good.”

“So do you.” He retorts, wetting his lips. “Thought you were tired.”

“I am.” You nod. “Doesn’t mean I can’t say my boyfriend looks good.”

He snorts. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to have no reaction.”

“You aren’t really reacting though are you?” You argue, dropping your hands into your lap. “You’re sitting there.”

“I am.” He clicks his tongue. “What about it.”

“I’m waiting for your reaction.” You huff the anticipation of him making a move only to encourage your impatience.

He scoots his chair back. “I’m waiting for you to ask politely dove.”

You playfully flutter your eyelashes.“Oh please dear boyfriend of mine can I have a kiss.”

“Brat.” He chides as he takes your hand and pulls you into his lap. The chair is barely big enough to accommodate you both but somehow you make it work long enough for him to lick his tongue into your mouth.

You’re glued to each other's faces for a good twenty minutes as you make out, your lips red raw by the time you finally pull apart with yoongi giving one last nip to your bottom lip.

“Couch.” You pant breathlessly.

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the chair as he carries you through the room eventually laying you on your back against the couch. “Better?”

“Mhm.” You moan as you pull him back down to resume kissing him.

Your hips have a kind of their own as they buck up, searching for friction against his already hardening length.

Yoongi notices, pulling back. “Desperate thing.”

“Stop.” You whine in embarrassment. “’s not my fault you wanted to make out at 10 am.”

Yoongis face hardened.“Are you telling me what to do little mouse?”

You were shocked to hear him call you the pet name that jimin had coined for you but your need outweighed your curiosity so you made a note to bring it up later, if you remembered. “No.”

“No?” He retorts. “Is that how you want to talk to me?”

It was rare you ever called Yoongi an explicit title. “No Sir?”

“Much better baby.” You relaxed at guessing correctly. “Keep your arms above your head and keep your hips still, be a good girl, lay there and let me take whatever I want.”

Your mind goes hazy as he firmly plants your hands above your head. “Yes sir.”

“Such a good girl.”

He rewards you with another kiss, his tongue dancing around your mouth for a while before he pulls away, shushing the whine that you let out by training a series of kisses down your neck, his teeth catching on your skin enough to have you groaning at the slight pain.

It was fucking electrifying.

And you were sure your underwear was soaked.

“Yoon-�� You moan as he sucks a deep red mark onto your collarbone. “Ah-“

He punched your leg. A trial of spit connects his mouth to your chest as he pulls back. “What did you say?”

“S-sir.” You correct yourself. “Please.”

“Please what dove? Please stop. Keep going?”

You press your thighs together underneath him “Just please more.”

“You beg so nicely.” His praise has your face flushing a light pink. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your pants. “Let’s get you out of these hm?”

You nod frantically, lifting your hips as he slides the pants and underwear off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

He slides down the couch, half of his body hanging off the end. “Spread your legs, keep them open. I don’t want to feel you moving at all.”

You wordlessly follow his direction, your legs dropping open only to snap close when he lightly spanks your sopping mound. “When I give you an order I expect a response.”

Although Yoongi is often a dominant figure he never really strays too far into either headspace, he’s a switch of sorts so it isn’t entirely unusual for him to be the one to take the control but to have him be so strict is a turn on in ways you could never have imagined before. “Yes Sir.”

“You’re being so good.” He praises, his breath hot against your cunt. “Stay still.”

Your hands fist the cushion of the couch as his tongue laps at your damp folds, every single stroke is agonisingly slow. You try your hardest to keep your hips still despite your desperation for more.

“Fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he speeds up his movement, his mouth covering your cunt as he sucks your clit for a few seconds too short before he goes back to fucking you with his tongue.

“A-ah” you squeeze your eyes shut, resisting the urge to drop your hands into his hair. “So good you feel so good.”

You lay there and take it as he devours you with his tongue, almost cumming on the spot when he leans back to drop a wad of spit onto your already-soaked skin before diving back in as though he was a man starved.

“Yoon-yoongi.” You hiss as he nibbles gently at your clit. “Fuck s-sir I can’t.”

He pulls off with an obscene grin, his mouth coated in your fluids. “What was that?”

“I need more.” You whine, your hips twitching to search for friction. “P-please.”

He climbs up so his body is over yours, gripping your chin as he forces you to look at him. “You want my cock huh? Having my tongue fucking you senseless isn’t enough?”

You try to nod your head but his hand keeps you still. “Y-yes Sir.”

His thumb brushes over your lip. “Open your mouth.”

You part your lips, his thumb sliding almost immediately. “Suck.”

You close your mouth around the digit, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He compliments as he pulls his thumb out though before you can do anything he is leaning closer, placing a soft kiss to your lips before spitting directly into your mouth. “Swallow it.”

You taste yourself from where he was tasting you as his saliva mixes with yours, you open your mouth to show him it’s good.

“Such a good slut for me.” He lightly brushes your cheek, the innocent action making your heart flutter. “You’re made for me, made to take my cock, made to be my good girl and please me?”

“J-just want your cock.” You moan out, the filthy words sending shockwaves down your spine. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Everyone will be waking up soon.” He feigns a sigh.

“I’ll be quick I promise just fuck please.” You plead, all but ready to cry if he denied you whilst you were so on edge. “Please Sir I promise I’ll be good.”

“You’ll take what I give you?” He asks.

You nod. “I will promise.”

“Fine.” He sounds almost disinterested as though he is doing you a favour. “I’ll let you ride my cock seeing as your so desperate you can get yourself off.”

You quickly scrabble up from the couch when he moves from over you, giving him room to sit down but not before he pulls his sweatpants down enough for his clearly painfully hard cock to spring free.

Your mouth waters at the sight and if you weren’t at risk of being walked in on, although that no longer bothered you, you’d ask to cockwarm him.

You file the activity for another day, maybe later you could convince him to let you sit with your cock in his mouth whilst he read his emails.

That was a good idea.

Yoongi huffs pulling you back to the present. You swing one leg over his lap, your hand reaching back to hold his thick cock ready as you rubbed it against your pussy.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Put it inside baby.”

You sink down on his length, unable to hold back the whimpers that slip from your mouth as you do, finally satisfied with being full in the way you had craved.

“Feel good?” He teased, his hand wrapping around your throat to pull you down for a sloppy kiss. “Ride me.”

He shocks you as he slaps your ass you were sure it was hard enough to leave a mark. “Yes sir.”

“Such a good doll, you’re only good for riding my cock.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue riding him. “Pleasing me so well, you’re a cockslut aren’t you?

You nod and moan in agreement, clenching around him as best as you can.

He slaps your ass again. “Fuck dove just like that.”

“F-feels so good.” You whimper, despite saying he wanted you to do the work he is still thrusting his cock into you as you sink down on it. “W-won’t last.”

“Cum whenever.” He carefully wraps a hand around your throat, pulling you close enough for him to suck a mark into the side of your neck, his spare hand fondling your hard nipples. “Show me how much of a slut you are and cum around Sir's cock.”

The cord that had been winding around your stomach finally snapped, your vision going white as you cum. Your body slumped against Yoongi as you grind down his cock, riding out the last of your orgasm.

You’re expecting him to let you lay there for a moment so it is unexpected when he shifts you, laying you on your back the same way you had been earlier. “W-what.”

“Just because you’re done it doesn’t mean I am.” He doesn’t give you any time to prepare before he resumes his thrusts, your body is already overwhelmed by the stimulation. “Lay there and take what I give you.”

“T-too much.” You stutter, fingers turning white as you grip his shirt in an attempt to stop him. “P-please.”

“Colour?” He asks, stilling for a second.

You whine. “Green.”

“Then be quiet and let me fuck you until I'm finished.” He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust. “Fucking pathetic, cumming before you get me off.”

The words only turn you on, your eyes rolling back as he speeds up, his skin slapping against yours as he pounds into you. “Fucking made for me.”

“Y-yours.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Made for your cock.”

“Mhm.” He groans, his lips uncoordinated as he kisses you again. His thrusts become frantic as he chases his own release. “Inside or in your mouth?”

You still wanted to cockwarm him but the thought of moving from your current position, carefully shielded underneath him was less appealing. “Inside.”

“Fuck.” He groans one last time as he throws his head back, his seed coating your walls as he cums. “Fucking perfect.”

He drops down on top of you, one arm nestled underneath him propping him up just enough that it wasn’t hurting you. “You were so good, baby.”

You feel yourself blushing. “You were certainly in a mood, this was definitely something to do with your prompt.”

He chuckles breathlessly. “Don’t try and guess, come on let’s go shower.”

“No.” You whine. “Don’t want to move.”

He looks up at you, surveying your face for any discomfort. “How are you feeling baby?”

You can’t help but love him more. “Good. Wanna sleep.”

“How about I run you a bath and then you can nap in my bed whilst I do some work?”

You pout. “Wanted to cockwarm you though.”

“You can, I’m also plenty sure Jimin or Namjoon would be thrilled to have you cockwarm them later sweetheart but right now we have to get you cleaned up.”

“Will you at least cuddle me until I wake up?” You know you sound like a baby but it’s adorable how quick Yoongi is to agree.

“Of course.” He presses another gentle kiss to your cheek as he slides out of you, the feeling of being empty rather uncomfortable. “Can you walk?”

You nod belatedly.

He snorts making you laugh. “Good because I couldn’t carry you upstairs. Let me get you a cloth so you can actually get there without leaving a trail behind.”

You throw your sports bra at him as he grabs a pack of wipes. Giving you a few before taking one for himself.

“It’s not my fault you came inside me.” You argue as you wipe yourself clean.

“I gave you options.” He laughs, taking the wet wipes and depositing them in the trash before helping you stand, he pulls you in for a hug. “You were really amazing today. You were so good for me.”

You can’t find the words to respond, instead settling for a kiss - one that he takes happily. “Bath?”

“Mhm.” He nods, lacing your fingers as he leads you to the master bathroom. “Sit down I’ll get it sorted.”

“I can’t believe the others aren’t awake yet.” You mumble, tiredness creeping in.

He picks up a bottle of bubble bath, emptying a generous amount into the rising water. “I’m sure they are.”

Once the tub is generously full, the water is a soft shade of purple from the bath bomb Yoongi had dropped moments earlier, you climb in. Your body thanking you as you disappear under the water. “Are you getting in?”

“No.” Yoongi shakes his head as he settles behind you. “I’ll shower after, right now I’m going to take care of you.”

“So generous.” You mumble, letting your eyes close as he begins lathering up your hair.

“I’ll be quick.” He chuckles as he catches sight of your eyelids drooping. “Don’t fall asleep in there you’ll drown.”

“Nice.” You laugh tiredly.

You manage to keep yourself awake long enough for Yoongi to help you into a pair of shorts and one of his T-shirts and eventually into his bed. He grabbed his laptop settling down beside you when you argued that you’d be unable to rest without him.

Wrapped up in his bed, beside him with the scent of his shirt filling your mouth, sleep came easily.

———

“Tae stop.” Jungkook laughed, dropping the controller on the floor as Taehyung continued tickling his side. “Tae!”

Jimin laughed as Jungkook squirmed around the floor, effectively pinned down by Taehyung's weight on him. “If you piss on the floor I'm not cleaning it up.”

“Classy.” Hoseok muttered as he slumped on the empty couch.

“Jimin.” At the sound of his name being called by Namjoon, the dom looked away from the pair on the floor. “You wanna come for a walk?”

“Sure.” Jimin stood up, trailing behind the elder only stopping momentarily to put his shoes on. “Why so suddenly?”

Namjoon shrugged, pushing his hands deeper inside the pocket of his pants. “I just realised we hadn’t spent a lot of time together and yesterday we all decided to fix that so here I am.”

“Oh.” Jimin nodded. “How is all of your school stuff coming along.”

“Better..I think.” He sounds unsure. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s good one day and that I’m set on my decision but then there are times I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s normal though.” Jimin starts. “I think you’re doing something I didn’t ever want to, I was never heavily interested in academics although I excelled. It wasn't something I was passionate about. You on the other hand, you’re like a human encyclopaedia and that’s something I know you enjoy. There’s no right or wrong choice, only what you want to do and what you don’t want to do.”

Namjoon looks at him for a moment, eyebrow raising as he asks. “What if I wanted to drop out?”

“Then drop out hyung.” Jimin answers easily. “Things don’t have to be complicated, we make them that way by overthinking and worrying that every choice we make will be wrong. What matters most is that you follow your heart and that you’re happy, everything else is small in comparison to that. What are you struggling with at this very moment?”

He kicks a rock as he takes another step. “My thesis. It’s been hard to complete.”

“Why do you feel that is?” Jimin presses.

“I think it’s the topic, I was invested when I started to write it but a lot has changed since then and I want to do something different but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to do that because I’d be discarding weeks worth of work.” They turn around once they reach the edge of the property, neither of them walking in a hurry. “But at the same time, I feel as though I’m pushing a boulder up a mountain. I keep thinking that producing something, even if it is imperfect, is better than being in the position I’m currently in.”

Jimin pouts. “Yeah, but that’s pointless.”

“What?” Namjoon frowns, taken aback by Jimin’s blunt response. “What is?”

“Your thesis isn’t pointless,” Jimin explains. “Producing something that you will be unhappy with is. This is something important, so what if you end up discarding your work? The way I see it there is no rush, if you want to restart and go with another topic then do that but once again what matters is your happiness.”

Namjoon observes him for a moment, the man shorter, smaller but still so wise. It was a side he hadn’t seen much of in between whatever sexual explorations they had both taken part in at the same time and the rare moments they had conversations alone. It was a part of Jimin he hoped to be able to see often. “Thank you.”

Jimin seems to understand the sincerity. “I’m here anytime.”

“We’ve been talking about me this whole time.” Namjoon laughs, suddenly feeling shy. “How are you.”

“I’m okay.” The dom answers honestly. “I can’t believe I’ve made it this far though.”

Namjoon is surprised by that, Jimin didn’t seem to be the type to lack confidence. “Trust me I’m surprised I’m the one here. I definitely thought Hoseok would beat me.”

“You have to give yourself more credit.” Jimin groans. “You’re attractive, kind, attentive, I know you know how to fuck.”

Namjoon splutters at that. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“I can if it’s the truth.” Jimin laughs. “Are you excited for it to end?”

Namjoon shakes his head in disagreement. “We still have three weeks left.”

“Time passes fast here.” Jimin points out.

The weeks had flown by, every day seemingly far too short. It was hard to imagine going back to normal life. “That’s true. I think we are all just enjoying ourselves.”

“You know I think there’s a lot we haven’t done.” Jimin eyes the elder, a plan already in mind.

“And what’s that?” Namjoon asks cautiously.

Jimin coaxed Namjoon back towards the house. “Well you’re sexually experienced now, I’m guessing you haven’t completed your prompt so let’s go make you look the part before you fuck YN into oblivion.”

“Jimin.” Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, hand rubbing at the back of his flushed neck. “I don’t think your clothes will fit me.”

“Nope, but Jungkook's will.” Jimin took his shoes off, giving Namjoon no time to argue as he shouted through the hall. “Jungkookie~”

“Yeah?” Jungkook shouted back.

“Adorable.” Jimin smiles at the ball Taehyung and Jungkook had wound themselves into on the couch. “But we have to give Namjoon Hyung a fitting makeover.”

“Ooooh!” Taehyung sang as he sat up. “I’m listening.”

“Ah, guys really?” Namjoon tutted. “Do we have to?”

“Do you really not want to?” Jimin asks again, this time his tone is serious. “If you feel uncomfortable or if I’m crossing a line let me know and I’ll back off.”

“No.” Namjoon says after a minute. “I suppose I can tolerate one day of dress up.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten. “Great.”

Namjoon watches the three of them argue about what theme they should go for before dragging him upstairs into Jungkook's bedroom.

“Do you have any final requests?” Taehyung asks, Jimin already rifling through Jungkook's pants.

Namjoon stops himself shaking his head when he catches sight of his now clear nails. “Can I uh borrow some-“

Taehyung understands instantly. “Of course! Do you want me to?”

“No.” Namjoon declines softly. “For YN later.”

“What do you have planned?” Jimin asks from his position elbow-deep in Jungkook's closet.

“Nope.” Namjoon refuses. “My prompt is mine and mine alone.”

“That was hot.” Jungkook nods, mouth wide open.

Taehyung snorts. “You definitely have some kink for authority.”

“I have a kink for sexy men.” Jungkook argues. “Sue me.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Seokjin mutters from the doorway, Jimin bangs his elbow against the door as he startles at the unexpected presence.

“You scared me.” Namjoon huffs. “You okay Hyung?”

“Yeah….” The eldest trails off. “Have you seen Yoongi and Hoseok?”

“Yoongi Hyung kidnapped YN and Hoseokie Hyung was showering.” Taehyung supplies. “We are helping Namjoonie with his prompt.”

“Exciting.” Seokjin smiles.

The room is in disarray as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook dress and sundress the academic. Clothes are discarded into three piles on the bed the options clearly being yes, no and maybe. Jimin had spearheaded the entire makeover with Taehyung and Jungkook being diligent helpers.

Through it all, despite the ordeal taking over an hour, Seokjin had sat and watched them with a warm smile.

“I look stupid.” Namjoon turns away from the mirror. “I think I’ll just change.”

“I don’t think you should.” Jin disagrees. “You look good.”

“Oh.” Namjoon purses his lips. “It’s not too much?”

“Not at all.” The eldest stands, arms crossed against his chest. “The makeup looks great too.”

Namjoon turns back to the mirror, assessing himself once more. “My body just isn’t really made for this.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks, his head peeking out from where he had snuggled up behind Taehyung.

Namjoon looks at himself, trying to find the right words. “I’m bigger, size wise I’m bigger. These things don’t look as good on me as they would someone like Tae or Jimin. My shoulders are far too broad and I have too much muscle to pull off dainty clothing.”

“Hyung our size isn’t that different.” Jungkook mutters, his tone forcing Namjoon to regret every word that he had let slip. “Does that mean those clothes look stupid on me?”

“fuck I’m sorry it came out that way, of course, you don’t look stupid.” Namjoon rushed to fix it. “You're beautiful kook. You could wear a trash bag and still look ethereal.”

“But that’s not true if we go by your philosophy.” Jungkook's voice has an edge to it. “By your philosophy, having muscles or being a bigger frame means you can’t wear clothing that is pretty so therefore unless I dress masculine I’m going to look stupid.”

Namjoon is flabbergasted, his lips pressed shut. He had no response, not when Jungkook was making a fair point. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise for having your own views on things.” Seokjin interrupts. “But you do need to be mindful when you say things, just because you have a particular belief it doesn’t mean everyone else follows that.”

“I know.” Namjoon can’t help but chew on his lower lip, feeling chastised. “But Jungkook, I meant it when I said that you are beautiful no matter what you wear.”

Jungkook tips his head to the side. “If you believe that about me then why not about yourself?”

The truth isn’t always an easy answer but for the first time in a long time, Namjoon feels as though he trusts those around him enough to be honest about some of his deepest insecurities. “Because you are beautiful, I knew I was coming here at a disadvantage as I didn’t have as much experience as the rest of you but when I met you all in person it was like being inside of a magazine shoot.” He chuckled but it’s rather sad. “I feel inadequate in more ways than one. I truly don’t know how I’ve gotten so far in the competition when I’m against you all.”

“Oh, Hyung.” Taehyung whispers. “You’ve felt like this since we all met?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon sighs, hands playing with the fishnets currently clinging to his legs.

Namjoon doesn’t have a moment to think before everyone clambers over the furniture to pull him into a hug. Despite the others gripping onto the academic for dear life Jungkook managed to worm his way so his head was resting against the elder's shoulder, leaning up enough to whisper in his ear at a level no one else could hear. “You are beautiful Hyung, you’re beautiful and you’re sexy. Whatever you choose to wear you look amazing and you absolutely could never look stupid. You aren’t too big, you aren’t too muscly, you’re perfect. You’re my perfect hyung, my perfect Namjoonie hyung. My pretty hyung.”

Namjoon ignored the blush spreading across his face as he nuzzled into Jungkook, letting himself be taken care of if just for a moment.

————-

You feel yourself being pulled from your dream as Yoongi mumbles above you. “Baby you should wake up. It’s past lunchtime.”

“I was having a good dream.” You pout. “What’s the time?”

Yoongi looks back at the clock. “1:35 pm”

“I slept for hours.” You groan, pushing yourself up enough to switch your back against the headboard. “Did you finish your work?”

“All done.” He smiles, kissing your cheek before extracting himself from the bed. “How about you go brush your teeth and I’ll cook some lunch?”

“Is my morning breath THAT bad?” You joke, face falling flat when Yoongi nods.

“You said it, not me.”

“Shut up.” You chuckle, finally managing to pull yourself out of the bed. “I want waffles.”

“Whatever she wants, she gets.” Yoongi smiles.

You bite back a smile, feigning ignorance as you pucker your lips. “A kiss?”

You don’t move as he pushes you back with a hand to your mouth. “Whatever she wants, she gets, except for that.”

“Ass.” You laugh as you slip down the hall into your own bedroom to freshen up.

When you finally emerge into the kitchen, still clad in Yoongi t-shirt but this time in your own pants. The scent of freshly cooked waffles wafted through the hall, bringing you to where Yoongi was setting down a plate of waffles, the table set with a few more plates, sauces and a small tub of ice cream. Hoseok and Seokjin are already at the table, both of them filling up their own plates. “Just in time.”

“This looks amazing, thank you Yoon.” You give him a chaste kiss before taking your seat.

Cold waffles were definitely not as appealing.

“Sleep well?” The dominant asks, you can tell from the smug look on his face he is aware of what activities you and Yoongi had gotten up to. “I was awoken this morning by some strange noises.”

Seokjin looks between you before turning his attention back to his pancakes with a disapproving shake of his head. “I just want one meal.”

“Yeah, Hobi give Jinnie his one meal.” You stick your tongue out, taking another bite of your waffles.

Yoongi sits at the table, taking a few waffles and a tangerine. “Where are the others?”

“They will be down in a moment,” Seokjin responds around a mouthful of food. “Is there any juice?”

“I’ll get it.” You search for the source of the voice behind you only to find Taehyung skipping into the kitchen with a grin. “Do we need glasses?”

“Yes please.” Hoseok sings, standing up to help Taehyung.

You take another bite of your waffles, swallowing it just as Jungkook and Jimin step into the room. Namjoon hid behind them.

“What’s this?” Yoongi asks, gesturing his fork between the trio. “Why is Joon hiding?”

“Hyung wanted to try something different today.” Jungkook announces before stepping aside.

Your mouth drops open, you were sure your jaw was seconds away from dropping off and rolling across the floor but you didn’t care.

Not with Namjoon looking like that.

He has fishnets on, black ones that clung to him as though it was a second skin. A pair of black leather shorts came up to his middle thigh, and the white shirt he wore was pulled in tight by the black corset laced around him. The only accessory was the collar around his neck, a large silver ring resting in the middle of it.

The room was silent but it only took one glance around to see everyone’s expressions.

All of them look the same, looking hungry to devour the academic.

Without a second thought, you push your chair back, walking with determination as you carefully nudge past Jimin to reach the academic. “Please tell me this is for your prompt and that you’re going to fuck me in this.”

Hobis eyes widen. “Clearly shame has left the building.”

“We fuck on live TV.” Yoongi deadpans. “Shame was never in the building to begin with.”

Jungkook snorts from beside you, Taehyung and Jimin laughing somewhere in the corner of the room but you just can’t take your eyes off Namjoon.

“Do you like it?” He asks sheepishly.

“Love it.” You nod your head absentmindedly. “Upstairs now?”

Namjoon smiles softly, a contradiction to his darkening eyes. “I don’t know sweetheart, you didn’t finish your food.”

“Not hungry.” You shake your head, eyes glued to his thighs and the shorts covering them.

Namjoon takes a step closer, his lips brushing against your cheek as he whispers in your ear. “Be a good girl for Daddy and finish your food. Don’t make me take you over my knee.”

“You can’t say stuff like that to me whilst you look like that.” You pout. “Please.”

“Sit down and eat Princess. Want me to feed you?”

You nod before you fully process his words. “Only if I can sit in your lap.”

“Since when do you bargain?” He chuckles, guiding you to your chair. He sits down before you, securing you in his lap with an arm around your middle.

You can’t help but love the way the seven men turn their attention to you as you proudly declare. “Since I get everything I want.”

“Baby’s gotten too spoiled.” Jimin tuts.

“Come on.” Namjoon whispers into your ear. “Eat up, daddy has plans for us.”

If anyone at the table notices you squirming around as you reluctantly swallow down mouthfuls of food, no one comments on it.

“I’m finished, can we go now?” You petulantly ask.

“Clean up your mess baby.”

“But-“

“Do you want a punishment?”

“No.” You huff despite how childish the act was.

Namjoon released his grip on your waist, a silent nudge to tell you to clean your plate. Really the task was small, it was no bother and under normal circumstances you were happy to help with the house chores but this wasn’t normal circumstances, Namjoon being dressed like that wasn’t normal circumstances.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to fuck him or be fucked by him.

“Finished.” You step aside to show him the clean dishes. “Now can we go?”

Namjooned hummed causing you to whine. “Joon.”

“She’s going to explode if you don’t take her upstairs.” Jungkook snorts.

“Shut up.” You shoot back. “I’m not that desperate.”

“You are.” Because of course Taehyung sides with Jungkook.

Namjoons face gets brighter. “Okay let’s go.”

“Fucking finally.” You huff as you run up the stairs two at a time blocking out the not-so-silent snickers coming from those still at the table.

Namjoon closes his bedroom door once you enter, finally giving you a moment to take him in as he stands before you.

“You look so good” You breathe.

He throws his head back with a small laugh, one that seems too forced. “Thank you, baby girl.”

“Are you okay joonie?” You check in, taking his hand gently. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, his thumb rubbing against your hand. “I don’t normally dress like this.”

“Is it for your prompt?” You ask, he shrugs.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Either way you look amazing and I’m so happy you let me see you like this but if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable then it’s okay.”

“I think I enjoy it.” He mumbles hesitantly. He uses one hand to wrap around your middle, pulling you closer. “Ah I’m getting too emotional, come on come here.”

“Hey.” You place a hand on his shoulder effectively stopping him. “Don’t brush over how you feel. We don’t do anything unless you’re 100% sure you want it.”

There’s a pregnant pause where he doesn’t speak, a silence you don’t try to fill as he looks down where his thumb is drawing patterns on your skin.

He sounds so quiet. “Do you find me attractive?”

“I was frothing at the mouth to have you down there.” You smile reassuringly. “You look amazing in whatever you wear, I can’t believe I’m so lucky I get to have you.”

“You have five other boyfriends wh-“

“Shut up.” You cut him off, ignoring the frown he gives you. “I have many boyfriends and you are one of them, one I’m extremely proud of and will continue to be proud of even once the show is over.”

“I-“ he starts, eyes glassy as he looks at you. “I adore you.”

“Oh, my joonie.” Your heart warms inside of you, the sincerity in his declaration is nothing short of moving. “You’re perfect.”

“So sweet for me.” He squeezed your hip gently. “You know I heard a whisper earlier that you wanted to cockwarm today. How true is that dove?”

You frown a second before fixing your face, it was the second time today you’d been called a name that another gentleman had given you. “Dove?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Sorry daddy.” You pout.

“Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips. “How about you call me by my name today?”

You nod, stilling as he pushes his thumb into your mouth.

Your mind leaves your body for a moment as he explores the inside of your mouth with the digit, the room coming back to you as he pulls it out. “So cockwarming. Do you want to?”

“Want to.” You gasp. “Please?”

“Such a good baby girl, of course you can. You just need something to keep that pretty mouth of yours occupied don’t you?” He keeps his fingers laced in yours as he walks over to the desk, pushing the chair back and taking a seat. The shorts are tight on his thighs as he spreads them as far as he can. “I’m your knees pretty, how are you supposed to suck my cock if you’re all the way up there?”

You drop to your knees with a whimper. “You look so good.”

“Don’t be a whiny baby.” He chides. “You want it?”

You watch as he brings his free hand to palm at his cock. “I want it.”

“Take it out then.” He says as though it’s the most obvious step.

He lifts his body up a little as you pull the shorts down, smirking shyly as your eyes widen at the site of his semi-hard cock straining against the fishnets.

He had no underwear on.

Fuck.

“Please.” You’re desperate enough to beg, the sight of his length trapped in the stockings is enough to have your mouth watering. “So perfect, please. Fill my mouth?”

“As you wish.” He wraps a gentle hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him until you’re able to wrap your lips around him, taking in his length as far as you can. “Get comfy but no sucking. I want you to keep me warm, understand?”

You do your best to nod given your position, you wiggle around a little until you find a spot comfy enough. Your head resting against his thigh, the slightly rougher material of his shorts rubbing against your cheek as you let yourself enjoy the weight in your mouth.

“If you want to stop what do you do?” He asks, a hand running carefully through your hair as you tap his leg three times. “Good girl, so good for me dove.”

You whine around him, the feeling clearly enough to have him losing his restraint, thrusting up into your throat once. “Quiet baby, if I have to tell you again I’ll have to put you over my knee.”

You clenched your thighs together, wishing you could bite your tongue to prevent any other noises from slipping through, part of you wanted to be so good and please the man above you, but the other part wanted to whine again, to demand that he touches you, to give him a reason to pull you over his knee and spank you until your ass is 20 different shades of red.

As worked up as you are you soon feel your mind quieting, his continuous touches and murmurs bringing you nothing but comfort. He had picked up a book, one he had been reading for a while as you sat with his cock in your mouth.

You were sure from the way he tightened his grip on the book he was struggling not to fuck into your mouth but you loved that he was holding out for your enjoyment which is why when he finally tapped your face, pulling you off him all whilst shushing your complaints you weren’t upset.

He stands up. “I want to cum down your throat. Does my baby think she can take that?”

“Y-yes.” Your throat is a little hoarse but you manage to get the words out without trouble. “I can.”

“Open then.” He rubs his cock along your lips, once again pushing inside but this time with a little more purpose. His thick cock hit the back of your throat continuously, hard enough to have your hands griping his thighs in an attempt to give you some reprieve but he didn’t care.

He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure and it was a fucking beautiful sight to see especially as the ring on the collar he adorned around his neck jingled with every thrust.

“So. fucking. good.” punctuated each word with a rough thrust, on the last one his hand hold your head in place as he coats your mouth in his seed. “Swallow for me, show Daddy how good you are.”

You were sure your eyes rolled back as you gulped down every drop of cum he gave you, relishing the salty taste against your tongue. He pulls away, grabbing a pack of wipes you hadn’t seen from the bed. “T-thank y-y-ou.”

“You did amazing, baby, I'm so proud of you, so so proud of you.” You let yourself slump against him as he tried his best to clean your front with the wipes. “I think you’re going to need a shower, my love.”

“Can you carry me daddy?” You ask tiredly, the words coming out pitchy.

He turns, his gaze turning stern. “Ask nicely and daddy might.”

“Please Daddy, carry me to the shower? ‘m too tired.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.” He is quick to wrap a hand under you, pulling you up bridal style against his chest. “Let’s get my baby clean.”

You preened at the way he so obviously claimed you as his, the words repeating in your mind as he prepared the shower.

He steps in first, insisting you rest against him.

“This is the third shower I’ve had today.” You huff as Namjoon pulls you into his arms, hot water cascading down his face.

His hands are soft as they trail up and down your back. “It’s not my fault you’re messy.”

“Not my fault you look as good as you do.” You shrug, dropping your head on his shoulder.

You loved these moments, despite how much you truly did enjoy every single intimate act with all seven of them you truly cherished the moments where you all shared soft touches, lazy kisses, words of praise and affection and comfortable silence that made you feel as though you were always where you were supposed to be.

It was as though everything you’d ever wanted was right there, fitting into place.

With you being right at the centre.

“Baby?” Namjoon whispers tentatively.

“Hm?” You kiss his chest.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly, your heart rattling against your chest. “Thank you for being so amazing.”

“I love you.” You giggle, shoving yourself into his neck to hide your blush.

—————-

The rest of the day was spent in a calming haze. Dinner, as always, was an affair filled with laughter or discussion but afterwards, the house fell into a subtle silence.

It was a new kind of atmosphere but not an unpleasant one, everyone hovered around one another. Not in an overbearing way but at some point every few hours you’d see all seven of them come into the living room where you had settled down to enjoy a Hunger Games movie marathon with the others needing to work or simply want alone time.

When you’d first started the show you’d worried, about trivial things like what if you didn’t get along or what if it was too much.

You were a person who needed your own space but you were thankful you were surrounded by people who not only respected that but understood that.

“It’s getting late.” Hoseok shuffled into the room just as the second movie ended.

“What’s the time?” You frown, the sky had long gone dark.

He gestures to the TV “11 pm. Were they good?”

“Yeah.” You sit up, giving Hoseok enough room to sit down where your feet hang off the couch. “Are you okay?”

“I am.” He smiles. “I thought we could talk and maybe try something new tonight. No pressure though.”

You turn your attention to him, pausing the TV where the end credits are still rolling. “I’m open.”

You know him well enough to know when he’s bordering on the line of being in a more dominant headspace, you know yourself well enough to know the stirring in your stomach was a good thing. “Good. How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.” You confirm again. “I felt tired but I’m green.”

“Okay then.” He sits up straighter, his gaze focused on you. “I thought that today we could try something simple, a bedtime routine of sorts. I’ve let the others know that I’m stealing you for the night and they are okay with it.”

You nod, simply because it doesn’t feel right to interrupt him.

“I don’t have a great scene in mind, we will start with you kneeling and then go from there. How do you feel about that?”

“Good.” You confirm.

“Good?” He repeats.

You correct yourself instantly. “Good Sir.”

“Good girl.” He praises. “Now would you like to go to do it in Sir's room or your own?”

You weren’t sure what would be the best choice, although he said he didn’t have a grand plan you were sure he still had a vague idea of what he wanted to do and where. You didn’t want to disturb that. “Can Sir choose?”

“Don’t want to make any decisions hm?” He murmurs, his voice soft. “Sir will choose for you.”

“Thank you.” He stands up, watching you expectantly as you copy his movements.

“When we scene like this I want you to remain silent, you’ll only talk when I tell you to. You will keep your head down and will not look up unless I allow you to and when I allow you to walk you’ll always remain a step behind me. If you need something urgently you may call my name or use your safeword. Do you remember your nonverbal safe word?” He checks, forever the cautious dom.

“Yes Sir.” You confirm.

“Show me.” He demands.

You step forward, tapping his arm three times the way he had instructed you to do so.

He murmurs in approval, “And what’s the other one?”

You step forward again, pinching him as hard as he had told you the first time he had this conversation with you, he shook his head at the way you were unable to hide your smile as he hissed but he didn’t say anything so you guessed it was okay.

“Good.” He takes a few steps ahead of you, leaving a small gap between you both as he directs you to the stairs. He reached back his hand. “The next time we do this I will have a blindfold ready but for now just keep your head down and follow my steps.”

You try to not think of the implications of wearing a blindfold up the stairs as you take his hand, letting him pull you wherever he chooses.

You loved the subtle ways in which Hoseok had made the bedroom that had been allocated to him truly his own, small art prints now covered a patch on the wall, his room was extremely clean but also looked lived in.

“Kneel.” He pointed to a patch on the floor, you sunk down, facing the window. “I will be back, do not move. Whilst I’m gone I want you to think about three things that you’d like for me to take control over during the time we will spend on non-sexual dominance.”

“Yes Sir.” You reply curtly.

“Good girl.”

The room is silent without him shuffling around behind you but you use that silence to focus. There weren’t many things you’d actually had in mind when you’d agreed to try non-sexual dominance with Hoseok. In fact you’d agreed to try it mostly because it would be a time you didn’t have to think which is what made this a challenge.

You were sure that was his point but a massive part of you didn’t want to fail at something that should come easily to you.

Being dominated sexually was entirely different to the feeling you had during moments where one of the others would integrate that into daily life like when Yoongi would choose your clothes, or Seokjin would decide what to make for breakfast, ultimately piling food onto your plate until it resembled a miniature mountain but it wasn’t something you’d let yourself indulge in, you didn’t want to be a burden.

Hoseok's tone was serious when he entered the room. “Have you done what I asked?”

“Yes Sir.” You nod before changing your mind, unsure whether he is actually looking at you.

“Tell me.” He instructs, still shuffling around behind you.

“The first one is for you to decide what I eat.” You list confidently, it was an easy one and something you already knew you’d enjoyed. “The second is asking for permission to use the restroom, but I wouldn’t like this all the time.” You quickly amended. “The last one, I don’t know if it’s okay Sir.”

He makes an interested noise. “Continue.”

“I’d like to ask you before doing anything with the others, again only on days we chose to do this and only if they are okay with it Sir.”

“Look at you being so thoughtful.” His tone was teasing but you could tell it was said with sincerity. “I will consider them and then we can have a discussion tomorrow but for now I want you to slowly stand up.”

You did as he asked, thankful for the warning to stand slowly as your legs came back to life from where they had been underneath you.

“Turn around and face me, I’m going to get you dressed.” You smile at the thought of the dom taking the time to choose an outfit for you to sleep in. “What’s your colour?”

“Green Sir.” You whisper, not wanting to break the calming atmosphere.

He smiles at you as he takes a step back to the bed, picking up the black camisole and short set you had yet to find time to wear. “I’m sad I’ve never seen you in this before.”

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to respond, your choice to remain silent proved to be correct when he continued talking.

“Arms up.” You raised your arms, giving him easier access to life with your- Yoongis - shirt over your head. It’s obvious he has experience doing this, the way he makes swift work of undressing you and redressing you, smoothing out the creases in your shirt, his touches soft and his gaze unwavering from where it lies on your face. “How do you feel?”

“Good Sir.” You loved how careful he was, even in non-sexual moments he made sure you were feeling positive and safe.

He cups your face, the casual move a lot softer than you were used to when you were with him as a submissive. “I want you to go and brush your teeth and wash your face. Once you are finished you will take your clothes - and mine - to the washroom. You’ll separate them into the correct colours and then come back here. If I am not back by the time you finish I want you to kneel beside the right side of the bed. Do you understand?”

“I understand Sir.” You answer prematurely before backtracking. “Should I put the clothes on or just inside the basket?”

“Next time I ask you something I expect to consider it properly. When you answer a question I want you to be sure of your answer, answering too fast can lead to unwanted situations.” He scolds gently. “As for your question, which next time you will request permission to ask, I would like you to simply put them in the basket.”

“I’m sorry Sir.” You pout. “I’ll think longer next time.”

“Yes, you will.” He says surely. “You’re doing amazing, now hurry along.”

You don’t say anything else before backing out of the room, set on doing what was asked of you.

You watched the water hit the sink as you cleaned your teeth, the floaty headspace you often felt after a scene with Hoseok had begun to make its presence known. You were sure the entire thing was service submission, something both Hoseok and Jimin had discussed with you before but you found yourself truly enjoying it.

You finished preparing for bed in no time, finding the bedroom empty as you grabbed the clothes Hoseok had placed in a messy pile on the bed. You were sure he had done it so you had to pull them apart in order to sort them the way he had instructed you to but you wouldn’t complain, not when you had no reason to.

The task he had given you was simple enough that it only took you a few minutes, you made a point not to rush. You weren’t entirely sure Hoseok would be happy with you running around to fast-track the tasks he gave you.

You couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across your lips when you got back to the room and found Hoseok sitting on the bed. Despite his fresh face and pyjamas he still excluded a dominant aura, one that you couldn’t resist.

“Come and kneel between my legs sweetheart.” He held a hand out.

You slipped your fingers between his, letting him guide you down on the floor where he wanted you. You were sat between his legs, his height working in his favour as your head levelled comfortably with his thigh. “Rest your head against my leg.”

You let yourself relax against him, his hand carding through your hair as you let your eyes close. The world around you drifted away, the only thing in your vision was him, his touch, the smell of his body wash, the feeling of his thigh touching your face. “Have you had a good day?”

You can’t muster the energy to talk so you settle for a lazy nod, your tongue feeling heavy.

“Feeling floaty?” He asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Mhm.” You sigh, letting your eyes drift close.

You weren’t sure it was possible to feel even more relaxed than you already did but somehow you slipped into an even quieter sleep.

One that got disturbed too fast.

He apologised as he helped you stand, everything still a blur. “Sorry, let’s get you into bed hm?

“Mine?” You pouted not wanting to be away from the man.

You relaxed only when he shook his head, laughing under his breath. “No, mine sweetheart.”

You loved the sound of that, in fact, the feeling of being inside Hoseok's bed with him beside you, whispering words of praise whilst you slipped into another sleep, this one absolute, was what you were sure to be heaven.

Your own personal heaven.

And Hoseok was the angel that guarded its doors.

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