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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Of all the traits of Bob, his girlfriend has a particular gripe with how polite he is. Usually, it's a good aspect of him. Sometimes it can be a little annoying, especially if she's lacking sleep.

But, that's okay. She has her own special way to force him to be a little more casual in her home.

Tags: Established Relationship, Teasing, Bath Sex, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Nude Photos, bob fucks

Song recomendation: Kiss U Right Now by DUCKWRTH

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

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Life with Robert Floyd was pretty damn good as it turned out. He was sweet, attentive, loving… and polite. So very, very polite. His mama taught him to never go through a ladies bag, to walk on the road side of the sidewalk and to always knock before entering someone's home.

"Bobby, it's three in the morning," Y/N whined as she opened her apartment door for him.

Bob had been at the Hard Deck with his buddies and he nominated himself to be designated driver, which meant that he had to make multiple journeys to get everyone back. Originally, Phoenix had been the other driver but Rooster managed to convince her to join in on the merriment when he not so subtly implied that she couldn't go toe to toe with Hangman in a shot contest. She won. And, ultimately, was too drunk to drive a mechanic death machine so Bob had to pick up the slack.

And then Fanboy only let Bob leave once he'd explained the entire first five seasons of Supernatural in an insane amount of detail, slurring his way through it and using his hands to wildly gesture about all the ways Dean died. It took him twenty whole minutes to describe the episode Mystery Spot.

Now it was three am and all he wanted to do was see his lovely girlfriend and crawl into bed, but he had to knock on her door beforehand. That was proper etiquette after all. "Wanted to see you, darlin," Bob answered with a smile in his voice as the door swung open to reveal his love dressed in a hastily tied robe, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"You know where I hide the spare key. The key that you could've used," she complained halfheartedly and closed the door behind him. She took his hand and led him to her room with a disgruntled huff.

"My mama -"

"I know what your mama says."

They reached the bed and she let go of his hand to flop face first on the bed, causing Bob to chuckle as he watched her. She turned over and pouted at him.

"What's that face for?"

Nothing. No response.

"You're so cute when you're all pouty."

Ignoring that, she scrambled under the covers and pretended to be asleep in order to not answer that question. Bob rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed where her head rested. With one finger, he brushed some loose hair out of her face, causing her to crack one eye open.

"You gonna tell me?"

"No," Y/N whispered, closing her eye again. "Sleep now…" she added as she snuggled into the warmth of the duvet and burrowed further into it. He shook his head fondly as he got in beside her.

At first he thought she might've fallen straight back to the land of Nod, but he knew better than that. Y/N was not asleep yet. And, she was trying very hard not to pay attention to him. "Baby?" Bob asked quietly, hoping to coax her into looking at him. She turned to face him and saw how he was the one pouting, using those puppy dog eyes that always worked. "You look awfully lonely over there all by yourself."

Her expression softened at the sight of that innocent grin and she sighed. There was no way she could resist, not when he looked so darn adorable. She opened her arms and invited him into them. "C'mere, baby, c'mere," she cooed softly and Bob wasted no time in climbing into her arms, nuzzling his nose against hers. She gave a content sigh and ran her fingers up and down his spine. "Don't get all grumpy when I get up in four hours and wake you up when I go to work."

"I thought you had tomorrow off."

"Nope."

Oh, now he knew why she was annoyed at him. He pulled away just enough to look at her with that stupidly adorable grin, keeping a firm grip around her waist as he decided to try and soothe her with gentle kisses against her cheek and lips until she finally let herself smile. "There she is," Bob murmured with satisfaction at her face brightening up, before beginning his assault on her lips again and again. It didn't take long until he had successfully gotten a slew of soft giggles out of her.

"Stop," she laughed when he began kissing along her neck and collarbone, leaving wet smudges of saliva on her skin. "Bobby, stop. Stooooop, baby. I want to sleep. Let me sleep now."

"Alright, alright," he conceded with a satisfied hum, nipping gently at her collar bone before he settled his head onto her shoulder. He felt her arm come to wrap around him, pulling him impossibly closer. Their bodies moulded together as one, their limbs sleepily tangled together with their legs intertwined underneath the sheets. His strong fingers began tracing lazy patterns along her abdomen and up to her rib cage in an effort to ensure she drifted off faster. He felt her breathing even out into something more peaceful and rhythmic, before he finally succumbed to sleep too.

All too soon, they woke to her alarm clock's incessant wailing. Both were groaning as Y/N reached out to turn it off while Bob rolled over to let her out of bed, but she didn't. She set a new alarm and crawled back in, curling into his warm embrace.

"Thought you had to get up?" he whispered, his morning voice raspy and deep.

"l can skip some parts of my routine, babe," she assured him before yawning. "Besides, maybe I'm trying to catch up on the sleep that I lost."

They lay there for a while just enjoying each other's closeness, listening to the sounds of the city outside their window until, finally, she sat up and stretched. Yet, that didn't last long since he guided her by the shoulders back against the mattress with a sleepy, "Your alarm hasn't gone off yet, darlin."

There was merit to what he said, and why not use it to her advantage? She tilted his chin up with her index finger and kissed him softly, urging against his lips, "Say something else. You always sound so sexy in the morning."

"Me? Sexy? That is debatable."

"Oh Bobby... You sound so good."

With that, he propped himself on his elbow and grinned down at her, reaching up to lightly caress her face. Then, slowly, he lowered himself to kiss her passionately, cupping her jawline as he did so to deepen the kiss and draw out a moan from her. During their smooch, he pulled her knee over his leg and his hand slid further and further up her thigh until he reached her panties "Nu-uh, not enough time for that," she whispered breathlessly as she stopped his hand before he started something that they'd have to finish.

"But-"

He was interrupted as she pressed her lips against his once more, effectively silencing him and driving him mad with desire. A desire that increased when she started moving her lips down his neck, nibbling and pecking at every inch of exposed flesh she came across.

"Baby, your words and your mouth are giving me very different messages," he groaned as she paid attention to his pulse point, harshly sucking down on it and sending shivers throughout his entire body. He was putty in her hands, completely submissive as she teased him thoroughly, taking her sweet time in every way possible until he was almost panting in anticipation for the moment when she would let him touch her.

Desperately, he moved his hands to the top of the robe to pull it from her body in an attempt to expose her breasts, but she slapped his hands away and chuckled against his skin. He couldn't help himself but grind against her, his arousal growing exponentially by the second.

But she wasn't done teasing him yet. She pushed him to lie on his back once more, crawling on top of him with a mischievous look in her eyes. All Bob could do was look up at her with sleepy, needy eyes as she stared down at him, a small, sly smile playing upon her lips. She reached out to run one hand down his chest, her nails leaving small red trails behind them. His eyes followed her fingertips and, without thinking twice, he caught her hand to place a kiss against her knuckles, pouting in an effort to convince her to let him relieve some of the tension she'd built up.

"You're so cute when you're all pouty," she replied in a mocking tone, leaning down to capture her his lips before she quickly got off him. As soon as she was out of his reach and moving towards the bathroom, she called over her shoulder, "Good luck trying to go back to sleep with a boner."

She heard him give a loud, exasperated groan and a "Well played!" as he realised what she'd done.

After the quickest shower possible, Y/N returned to the bedroom to get dressed and found Bob staring at the ceiling with an amused smile on his face. When he noticed her watching him, he winked and gestured to the noticeable tent in the duvet that had formed during their make out session earlier.

"Still hard I see."

"It did go down, but then I thought about what you did again and...right back up."

"Aw, poor baby," she teased, running her hand over the protrusion in the duvet, causing him to bite his bottom lip and let out a deep, staggered breath as she continued to rile him up. She gave him another peck on the lips before standing and gathering her bag. "Sweet dreams, Floyd."

"Yeah… Love you too," he said to himself as she left for work, watching as her form got further and further away from him until she rounded the corner, disappearing from his view completely. He let out a defeated sigh and flopped back against the pillow.

Maybe, just maybe, he could try to get back to sleep after all. He closed his eyes and tried to will sleep to claim him. But of course, it wouldn't be so easy. His mind seemed determined to stay active and active it stayed as he pictured her naked and spread out beneath him, letting out little moans and cries of pleasure as he worshipped her body with his tongue and fingers. He imagined her writhing under him as he took her in his arms and she gave off those beautiful screams. They sounded so heavenly that he couldn't keep himself from imagining how her lips would feel against his, the softness between her thighs and the sensation of having her in his palms.

"Don't let her win," Bob muttered under his breath before turning onto his side and burying his face into the pillow, hoping that it would block out his fantasies. However, it seemed that it was no use whatsoever as images of what he wanted flashed through his mind, over and over like a broken record.

Eventually, unable to handle it any longer, he got out of bed and started his day off. The rest of the morning went by rather uneventfully as he lounged about. Honestly, it would've been easier to ignore if he actually had something to do, but alas, it was his day off. It was his day to relax. So, he did exactly what any other person would do: laze about. And by 'laze' he meant that he went to her kitchen and made himself a coffee and wandered aimlessly through the house for a while.

After all, his mind kept going back to her. Which, frankly, made him want nothing more than to just fuck her senseless right where she stood and not think anymore about anything but his lust.

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"Hey, Bobby," she greeted as she answered the call on the third ring. He'd given in. "Still in bed?"

"No, no I'm up, sorry. Just got distracted," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words to describe his current predicament.

She gave a quick glance around to ensure she was alone, knowing why he was calling as soon as she heard his reply. "Distracted by what, baby?"

"You..."

"Mm-hmm... What am I gonna do with this information?"

A low chuckle escaped him. "I don't know... maybe take advantage of it later?" he suggested suggestively as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

"Later, huh? Why are you calling me now then?" she asked with a smirk as she sat down on the table in her office, her legs crossed in front of her. "Couldn't wait until I got home?"

The corners of his mouth turned upwards at her teasing question and he shook his head, smiling widely. She always knew exactly what to say to get the reaction she needed out of him. It never ceased to amaze him that she managed to get such a response out of him so easily.

"Darlin', we both know why I'm calling," he said matter of factly as his face grew serious, his gaze flickering down to his underwear. He didn't bother redressing when he got out of bed because why? Why would he? All he added was her satin robe as the delivery man didn't need to see him in his boxers (plus, it made him feel luxurious).

"I know what you want, Floyd," she cooed playfully. Then before he could respond, she abruptly ended the call, laughing gleefully in triumph as the grin on her face only widened as she listened to the sound of his sexually frustrated grunts as she hung up on him.

Bob had never rolled his eyes so hard in his life. But they almost bulged out of his head when she sent him a rather risqué photo of her unbuttoned uniform, her bra and breasts exposed, and ready to be marked by him. Her caption simply read, 'Which one are you using, left or right hand?' He didn't respond out of defiance.

When the enviable moment finally came for Y/N to return to her apartment, she opened the door to find Bob waiting impatiently on the couch, a huge smirk adorning his handsome features as he tried to maintain his focus on the book he was reading.

Without even saying a word, she walked straight to the back of the sofa and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself close against him and nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck to tease him further, feeling his tense muscles relax instantly. His head fell backwards, exposing the column of his neck, so obviously, she placed kisses all along it.

"Have fun today?" Y/N purred seductively against his skin. He smiled as her soft, wet kisses trailed down towards his collarbone. His hand made it to the back of her head and guided her lips to his, deepening the kiss immediately. Admittedly, it was an awkward angle - almost like a far less cool Spiderman kiss - but it was overflowing with pure passion.

They pulled apart, panting slightly. Y/N giggled as she saw that there were small hickeys dotting his neck. She ran her index finger across each and every one of them, smirking smugly at the sight of it.

"You never answered my question."

"Would've preferred it if you were home with me," he mumbled between pecks to her cheek and jawline, earning him another giggle.

"Is that so?"

"Uh-huh."

Y/N chuckled as she stood straighter and left him hanging once again. She walked to her room to drop off her bag, knowing full well that he was still on the couch and mentally arguing with himself whether he should follow her or not. It didn't take long for him to make his mind up as he bounded off the couch and raced after her.

Yet, as he reached her room, she'd already slipped away into the bathroom and, of course he continued to follow her, not before he knocked on the door and politely asked, "Can I come in, darlin?"

No response.

"Please?"

Still nothing.

"Oh, fuck it."

Sorry to his mama, Bob opened the door without permission, revealing a grinning Y/N who was leant against the sink as she waited for her bath to fill up and her man to finally understand that he didn't need to be so formal with her.

"Funny seeing you here, Robert."

Wordlessly, he stood before her and began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, taking his sweet time with it to reveal her body to him and allow his wandering eyes to enjoy the sight for as long as they could. Her lips curled into a seductive smile as she watched him undress her body inch by inch, allowing him the opportunity to admire every single part of her body he desired to touch. When the last button of her blouse was open, she raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to continue with her trousers next.

With the same sultry look in her eye, she leaned forward until she was only millimetres away from him before whispering, "Did my photo do me justice?"

He looked at her with an appreciative, lustful expression on his face as he cupped her face between his hands and brought their lips together for a passionate kiss. Y/N gladly returned the gesture, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as he pushed her against the wall behind her, keeping the kiss as deep and heated as ever.

"Baby, the bath is going to overflow soon," Bob warned her in a hushed tone as he broke away and reluctantly pulled himself away to turn the taps off.

Without asking beforehand, he sunk into the hot water, causing him to groan as soon as he felt the heat envelop his body, relaxing every muscle in his body as a content smile formed on his face. "What? Are you not going to join me? Don't the bubbles look inviting, sweetness?" he teased, leaning over the edge of the tub and flashing her his most charming smile.

His glasses were already fogging up from the steam, obscuring his vision somewhat so Y/N carefully removed them from his face and placed them on the countertop beside her before joining him inside the warm bath, resting her head against his shoulder as they enjoyed the quiet blissfulness of each other's company for a few blissful moments.

They were silent for a while, merely content just basking in the comfort of each other as they soaked in the warmth of the hot tub and let their minds wander.

"Sorry for teasing you all day, big guy. Was just too grumpy and horny to resist," she apologised, reaching out to stroke his forearm gently as she did so and looking up at him with a soft smile on her face. He couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled past his lips as he brought his arm down to wrap it around her and pull her closer to his body.

"At least I got that photo of your boobs from it," he reassured her as he dipped his head down to rest his chin on her shoulder affectionately. "That's gonna come in real handy when I'm away from you. Add it to my collection."

Y/N laughed, tilting her head up to press a gentle kiss to his jawline then rested her cheek against it, enjoying how relaxed he seemed in her presence. She hummed thoughtfully as her fingers toyed with his, running her fingertips up and down each digit slowly.

As much as she loved to tease him, she loved when he was completely at ease with her. When he wasn't being cautious, or shy, or afraid of hurting her feelings, or anything else that might have kept her at arm's length. When he was comfortable enough to show his feelings openly - without hiding behind walls or masks or layers and layers of taught manners and etiquette - he was the sappiest big ol' Teddy bear of a guy she'd ever met.

"I wish I had a unique way to say this, but I don't. You deserve something eloquent and poetic about how I feel about you, but honestly, all I can think of saying is that I love you. So very much," Y/N said quietly, letting her words hang in the air as she leaned further into his embrace.

There was no denying that Bob's cheeks significantly raised in temperature. He could claim that it was due to the warm bath water, but they'd both know that would be a lie.

"So very much, huh?"

"Yup."

She felt his lips against the skin of her shoulder softly and he whispered back, "Good job I love you so very much too." Then, to make sure she really knew it was the truth, he attacked the side of her face with annoying "Mwah" sound effects and sloppy kisses, eliciting a loud giggle from the woman in his grasp.

In no time at all, those cutesy little smooches became longer and more needy as Bob's hand slid its way down her stomach to find her clit. His mouth never left her skin while his fingers teased her sensitive clit with firm circle motions, making her melt in complete bliss. She moaned loudly with a slight whimper as his fingers found her opening.

"Be nice and say please," he urged, smiling against her ear when he felt her squirm under his touch.

"Please, baby," Y/N pleaded, biting back a moan as his finger entered her body rather abruptly. With his free hand, Bob let his hand grasp and grope at her chest roughly, pinching her nipple between two fingers. Her whole body shuddered and her breath hitched, causing her to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning any louder.

"Good girl," he praised her and moved his hand from her breast higher and higher until he reached the base of her neck. He bit at the side of it playfully and left indents of his teeth marks on her smooth skin, sending a delightful tingle throughout her entire body.

Another finger was added to the mix as he stroked it inside her relentlessly, so much that she hooked her leg over the side of the bath to allow him more room to explore. She dug her nails into his forearm as she moaned lowly in pleasure, unable to keep her composure. Every thrust of his fingers made her crave him more desperately.

"Oh god, baby, you're so beautiful," Bob gasped, trying and failing to hide his arousal, especially since she could feel it as she rubbed up against his cock every time she squirmed in his lap. "Could watch you look like this all day. All day, my love."

She whined, closed her eyes and gave in to his touch even more as his grip tightened around her throat as his fingers pumped faster and harder inside her. The sounds of her pleasure accompanied by splashing water filled the bathroom until Y/N let out a particularly staggered high pitched whimper and bucked her hips upward, her walls clenching around his fingers which made him pump even quicker and more forcefully than before.

"Yeah, that's it baby!" he cheered. "Come for me...Come on...."

With every word he uttered, she felt like she was falling even deeper into ecstasy, as if she had been plunged right into a pool of fire as she came undone for the man below her. "So good for me," Bob praised while soothingly kissing her temple and he felt her body relax against his as she tried to catch her breath, the feeling of his hard shaft rubbing against her butt driving her wild.

Once she felt calm enough, she slowly leant over to pull the plug out and let some water our, not all of it but just enough that they wouldn't flood her home. Sexy times can be messy especially when you're in a bathtub filled with warm water.

"We've never fucked in the bath before," he mused as he got out and twirled his pointer finger in a circle so she'd get the memo to turn away from the taps. Now, with Y/N in position, Bob got back in behind her but now he had enough space to do whatever he wanted since she was the one trapped between him and the porcelain.

Teasingly, he ran the tip of his cock along the seam of her wet folds and pressed lightly against the sensitive area, just to hear her gasp loudly. He smirked at her reaction and continued to rub his shaft up and down her ass, causing her to arch her back in response.

"Bob..." she panted, her voice raspy. He didn't miss the obvious desire in her voice. "Want me to be polite? Please. Pretty please."

That was exactly what he wanted to hear and that was exactly why he slowly pushed into her, one hand gripping her hip and the other the side of the bath so he wouldn't slip. Her hands grasped onto the back of the tub as he slowly started moving, pushing in deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of her. She gasped loudly and looked back at him expectantly once he had stopped moving. He stared back at her with lust clouding his gaze and a wide smile stretched across his lips that showed off his dimples.

"Gonna start to move now, baby," he murmured huskily, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his in an open mouthed kiss that was nothing short of heated and desperate as if he was going to devour her whole. Bob pulled away slightly as he watched his cock slide in and out of her with each deep thrust, feeling the tightness of her inner muscles squeezing his dick tightly in return.

Harsh splashing was mixed with the slap of his hips hitting her ass repeatedly as she rocked her hips, encouraging him to fuck her with everything that he had. Each time his cock penetrated her, he was overwhelmed with intense satisfaction, watching the way she cried out and writhed beneath him, moaning with every push of his hips, every thrust into her slick depths.

As his strokes sped up and increased their speed with each passing thrust, Y/N clutched at the edge of the tub to anchor herself as Bob pulled at her hair to bring her flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of her neck and sucking harshly on her pulse point. His hot tongue darted over and around her delicate skin, leaving a burning sensation wherever he kissed.

During the passion, Y/N made the wrong move and took her grip off the tub to attach it in his hair, but it was slippy and, if Bob hadn't managed to grab her in time, she would've slipped forward and bumped against the porcelain. "Oh shit," she exclaimed in surprise as Bob caught her and steadied her weight.

"This definitely would be an OSHA violation."

"Neither of us are at work?"

"It was a bad joke, okay?"

"Would've been so much easier to do this in the bed."

"It's not as sexy then, darlin."

They paused for a moment to let out a slew of giggles, neither of them having the strength to hold back the laughter anymore. "Are you ready?" Bob asked once he regained control of himself again. She nodded eagerly, awkwardly reaching behind to slap him on the ass almost as if she was telling him to 'giddy-up'.

Bob chuckled and shook of his head before getting back to it, brushing the wet hair off her shoulder so he could leave a bunch of dark, purple hickeys as he pounded into her in earnest. It wasn't long before her knuckles turned white since she was holding on for dear life as the climax built again, her legs beginning to shake violently underneath his touch.

Bob couldn't contain himself when he felt her pussy clamp tight around his dick, the vibrations of her orgasm shooting through him in such a way that sent goosebumps all over his skin and caused him to release loudly into her as he let out a loud grunt and dropped his forehead into the crook of her neck, his arm still holding her tight against his chest.

After a moment of silence where they simply breathed heavily, Bob spoke first. "Would it be stupid of me to say that this is the wet-est you've ever been for me?"

"Yes, Bobby. It would." She let out an exhausted huff. "Shit, I should've washed my hair."

"You still can."

"I don't want your cum in my hair."

He raised his eyebrow and retorted, "You've never had a problem with that before," as he let go of her waist, helped her out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around her. "I'm in the mood to watch a movie. How about we order pizza, have a cold beer and watch some cheesy romcom?"

An even more pleased expression appeared on her face as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pleaded, "Please."

The next several hours passed relatively quickly. They cuddled up on the couch with very little clothes on, watching a god awful romance movie, eating too many slices of pizza and drinking too many bevies. By the time night fell outside the window, both of them were completely out of the count.

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cinematicnomad · 12 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @zainclaw and @andavs 🥰🥰🥰

How many works do you have on ao3? 39 apparently

What's your total ao3 word count? 288,797 words

What fandoms do you write for? actively right now? nothing really lol. haven't published a fic since 2022. but i guess you could say 911 and teen wolf given some random WIPs in my drafts. also i randomly started jotting down some notes for a stranger things steve/eddie fic that will probably never be written.

Top five fics by kudos 01. take my hand (take my everything) (buddie) 02. taste your beating heart (sterek) 03. so show me (family) (buddie) 04. you never said a word (sterek) 05. be careful (my darling) (buddie)

Do you respond to comments? yes, always! i usually try to wait until i have a dozen or so, which can sometimes take a bit of time, but eventually i respond to it all.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i have a sterek drabble called and i fell heavy into your arms (688 words) that is basically derek seeing stiles die and then immediately letting himself be killed

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? most of them?? not sure i can think of one specifically that was happier than the others.

Do you get hate on fics? ah, i almost said no, but then i remembered that for my fic taste your beating heart every now and then i'll get scott fans who think the fic should be tagged as "bad friend scott mccall" even though he's NOT a bad friend in the fic, it's just a nuanced view of their changing relationship. like, that fic is about 3 main things that include: stiles and derek getting together, solving the main mystery, and stiles and scott's friendship maturing to a place where they can love each other and still be brothers without thinking they need to be in the same pack!! like it's FUNDAMENTAL.

anyway, i had one reader who i think quit the fic halfway through bc i gently pushed back on their rage comment insulting derek and stiles for a fight that takes place with scott. the reader left an angry reply to my response, which they then deleted before i could even look at it, and then never commented on the fic again even though they'd been commenting on the fic since chapter 1.

Do you write smut? no not really. i don't know why i'm so bad at writing sex, but i am very bad at writing sex.

Craziest crossover i have no crossovers

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of??

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, someone translated my mike/harvey suits fic trembling hands into russian all the way back in 2013.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? i have not!

All time favourite ship? to write? to read? no idea, so i refuse to answer.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i've got a sterek idea that's an AU of the netflix show virgin river. i had a pretty brief outline that i sketched out some, and even started writing a little, but it never went anywhere. i did create an AU gifset for it and every now and then when people start reblogging it i think about going back to try and write it.

What are your writing strengths? i think i'm good at realistic dialogue? but i don't know. i haven't written in a while so i'm not feeling super great about my writing at this very moment.

What are your writing weaknesses? i suck at setting a scene. and conveying a complex emotion. also i feel like i get v bogged down in what characters are physically doing or whatever and i try to describe it and it just detracts from the story over all. yikes ok i'm feeling worse about my writing than i thought lol

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? if the context is there to understand what's being said, great. otherwise, just adding context to the dialogue tag (he said in french, in german, etc) works. personally i'd prefer not to scroll back and forth between the fic and the notes to figure out what's being said.

First fandom you wrote in? harry potter. on the site quizilla back in the year of our lord 2005 lol. i started off writing like. a harry/oc fic lol where the protagonist was the classic american exchange student who had her own prophecy. truly mortifying!!

Favorite fic you've written? i have a soft spot for taste your beating heart bc it was the first long fic i ever completed and it took me 7 fucking years to write it. but i think my favorite is actually finding our way (back home) which i really think captured everything i was aiming to do. will i ever be able to do that again??? who fucking knows. probably not. on the more self-indulgent side, i really really love the margaret buckley character study i wrote called so far from who i was.

tagging!! @woodchoc-magnum, @crazyassmurdererwall, @tattooedsiren, @machtaholic, @catdadeddie, @tripleaxeldiaz, @valleydean, @thisapplepielife, and anyone else who wants to do this.

#tagged in #about kat writes #i am.#not feeling good about my writing at this very moment apparently lol

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knuckles-junior · 10 months

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Epic Mickey Magic AU Chapter 10: Gremlin Prescott and the Gag Factory

What we have discovered in our story so far is about to get more intense as our heroes weren't taking Prescott very seriously. He is planning an attack to take over Wasteland by stealing the source of power from Mickey and Oswald, recreating his creation from long ago, and getting revenge on the people that he despises.

To make matters worse, he has captured some of those people and that was Ortensia and Gus, and neither of the heroes know that they're missing. Meanwhile, Mickey and Oswald decided to go back to Ortensia's house. They were sitting on the couch in the living room as soon as they got home.

"Prescott really is planning something."

Mickey scoot closer to Oswald. "Does he really want to get rid of Wasteland? What did we ever do to him..?"

Oswald gulped. "He really is a threat, and I made fun of him for it..."

Ollie flew up to the boys. "Don't worry about what he thinks. Focus on kicking him and their henchmen's butt!"

"Don't take them lightly, you two. I have a bad feeling that they're up to something." Oswald looked up and noticed that they have new sprites in his house. "Oops! Forgot we have Mikey's new friends with us."

Mikey flies to the sprites. "Hiya! My name's Mikey and these are my friends, Mickey, Oswald and Ollie-"

"Hey! Do you wanna play tag?" The green sprite suddenly asked.

"Uh...okay, but-"

Kyle tags Mikey. "Tag! You're it!" He started to fly around the house.

"Hey! I'm not finished here!" Mikey chases after the other sprites that were suddenly following the green one.

"It's good to have someone to play with right, Mikey?"

"You know me?" He asked.

The green sprite stopped to explain. "We've actually been looking for you all."

Mickey and Oswald gasped. "For real?!"

"When you wished for whatever you desired, we were also brought to life as well." The pink sprite explained.

"That's right. We flew all around this world to look for you guys." The green sprite said. "Good thing my flaming skills came in handy."

"Flaming skills? Wait! When we were at gremlin village, we saw fire. Did it come from you?" Mikey asked.

He shrugged. "I had to save you guys."

Oswald gasped. "You actually did that?? That's what I'm talking about! We could use some extra support. Thank you...uh...You don't have any names do ya?"

"Well...no." The pink sprite said.

"Well, Oswald, you know what that means! We gotta name those three!"

"You know what? Let's have our buddies pick this time."

Mikey gasps. "Us?"

They started to think. "Hmm. This might be a tough one."

The other sprites were confused.

Mikey snapped his finger. "I got it!" A lightbulb icon also appeared. "I'll call the green one...Kyle, and the pink one Camila."

"We can call the last one Kira." Ollie also added.

"Kira?"

"The yellow fur of hers really suits her for a name like that."

"Gosh, you're right, Ollie! You two came up with some cute names!" Mickey said.

"Then it settled. Well guys, what do you think?" Oswald asked the sprites.

"We approve!" Kyle and Camila jumped.

"Kira Kira!" Kira cheered out her name.

Camila gasped. "Kira's first word!"

"Whoa! Already?" Ollie was surprised.

Kyle huddled up with his two sisters Camila and Kira. "Then it settled! From now on we are Kyle, Camila and Kira!"

The toons and the sprites enjoyed themselves until the moon was risen. Kyle, Camila and Kira were now asleep in their commune.

"Wow. They passed out really fast." Mickey looked at the sleeping sprites as he gave out a smile. "To think there were five sprites born on the same day. That's crazy."

"We should get some sleep too." Oswald gave out a yawn.

The rest of the boys went to bed as well. All the lights were turned off in the house. While everyone was asleep, Oswald still couldn't get Ortensia out of his head. It's been a full day without her since he left to solve his own mystery.

"Ortensia...Where are you?" Oswald struggled just thinking about her, but he eventually got himself to sleep.

Later that night, Prescott was getting prepared as he made the finishing touches on his mech. He chuckled to himself as he was moving his wrench.

"With my creation almost complete, I will crush that rabbit out of its misery! Ha!"

Ortensia growled. "What do you want from him, Prescott?! You better explain yourself! Whatever you are planning to do, it won't work!"

"If I were to tell you, then it wouldn't be a surprise." Prescott creates an electric cage. Ortensia and Gus gasped.

"I wouldn't touch those bars if I were you. Unless, you want to tell me what Gus is hiding."

"Never! You've gone too far, Prescott!" Gus yelled.

Prescott's mech suddenly malfunctions into making a kind wave. He growled and kicked his own creation.

"It looks like it still needs some time. But it doesn't matter. With Ivory's help, I will surely get my desires." Prescott does an evil chuckle as he leaves the room.

"Ivory? Don't tell me he has a sprite of his own too!" Ortensia exclaimed. Gus had a bad feeling about the fact that Prescott's sprite means that something terrible is near.

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The next morning, the sprites wake up feeling energetic as they wake up Mickey and Oswald.

They both chuckled as they said good morning to each other. After they got dressed, they ran out of the front door to enjoy their day. When they got to Mean Street, they noticed that people were spreading rumors around town. Not just Mean Street, but every other part of Wasteland.

"Hey, have you seen Ortensia lately?" A toon asked.

"No I haven't. In fact I haven't seen her in three days!" Another toon said.

"I heard rumors that she turned back into stone!"

"You mean when the Thinner Disaster happened?"

"Yeah, that's right. If that's true, then Oswald would be so upset."

Oswald scoffs. "Lies."

Mickey was confused. "Huh? What do they mean? Where did all these rumors come from?"

"They've been going around for three days. It still hasn't stopped yet, and it just...bugs me." He sighed. "I just hope she's okay."

The others couldn't help but feel bad for Oswald hearing all these rumors. They took a look at Horace's place, and thought of an idea.

"Let's go talk to Horace. Maybe he'll know how to solve this situation." Mickey suggested.

Oswald nods in agreement. They arrived at the front door and opened it not knowing that Horace was dealing with an angry Jamface.

"I'm sorry, Jamface! I have not heard a word from him for a while!"

The boys were just as puzzled as ever, but they just stood there and watched.

"What do you mean you don't know where Gus is?! You have no idea how many days I have been searching for him, and he's nowhere to be seen!" Jamface angrily exclaimed.

Oswald and MIckey were in shock! They both ran to Horace and Jamface.

"No way..! Gus is missing too?! Now that you've mentioned it, we haven't seen him in a while either." Mickey also started to worry.

"What's with these disappearances? First Ortensia, and now him? Something's wrong here."

There was a sudden static. It was coming from Horace's TV. It seemed to have interrupted the current network of a marathon of old Walt Disney cartoons.

"Why hello, boys. Can you hear me well enough?" Prescott chuckled.

Jamface gasped. "Prescott?! Did he interrupt the network?!"

Prescott has indeed used his power to interrupt the entirety of the network all across Wasteland. He grinned as he began to speak. It has caught multiple attention from everyone with worried looks.

"I can see that you're in need of answers about the rumored disappearance of some people that we know of. If you're wondering why all these pathetic people are worried about your precious friends, I may know where they are."

Mickey and Oswald glared at the screen. They had a bad feeling.

"They're right over here." The camera was facing Ortensia and Gus!

"No! Ortensia!" Oswald exclaimed.

"He has Gus too!" Mickey pointed at the TV.

Jamface gasped! "No...!"

"Oswald! Help us!" Ortensia cried.

"If you want to save them, you'll have to fight me. Enter the Gag Factory...if you dare." He does an evil laugh, along with the static interference of the signal. It caused everyone to gasp.

"Who was that?" Kyle asked.

"That was Prescott, and he has our friends!"

Kira noticed that Camila watched as well. She was still staring at the screen.

"Friends? That cat looked really cute. Maybe I can be friends with her!"

"Yeah, that's Ortensia. She's my lovely honeybunch and-"

"Oswald!" The others yelled.

"Oh, sorry. Now's not the time!" Oswald looked outside. "We need to get to the Gag Factory. Now."

"Let me assist you both." Jamface requested.

"But, Jamface...That's..."

"I won't let Prescott hurt you or my leader. Please, let me come with you!"

Mickey and Oswald thought of it. Jamface has known Gus and Prescott for the longest time. It really shows that he could do anything to save his leader.

"Okay. Then you better follow our lead." Oswald said.

The boys took the sprites and quickly ran off to Ostown where the Gag Factory was located. When they arrived, the first thing that they saw was the Gag Factory, however, the building looks a lot more distorted-looking with a purplish color.

Jamface gasped. "What's going on with the Gag Factory?!"

"I don't know, but it can't be good. Let's go!" Mickey took out his commune. Oswald joined in as well.

Mickey and Oswald both activated their communes with a card swipe and transformed. Jamface is amazed with the costumes that the heroes were wearing.

"Alright! Let's save our friends!"

The three toons entered the Gag Factory after the large door made its opening. Jamface looked down to the floor. It didn't seem as normal as usual.

"You two should be cautious. The floor might be-"

As they stepped foot into the Gag Factory, they felt the floor wobbling around. Mickey loses his balance and accidentally bumps into Oswald and they fall down together in a very long and deep slide.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Their scream made an echo as they slid further down.

"...Not normal." Jamface sighed as he teleported to the other side.

Everyone else continued to scream. However, Kira thought sliding was fun.

"Wheeeeeeeeee!!!"

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As they made it to the bottom, they both felt dizzy, along with the sprites.

"Oowww..." Oswald groaned and shook his head. "That hurt."

"Oswald! Look!" Mickey was pointing at something. It took awhile for Oswald to look in that direction.

Oswald looked up to Ortensia and Gus, and he made a surprised gasp. "Guys! You're okay! Don't worry I'll get you two out!"

Ortensia was excited to see Oswald running to her, but then she realized that the cage was still untouchable. "Oswald, no! Don't touch-"

It was too late! Oswald got electrocuted after he touched the cage bars, and screamed in pain, and the shock sent him back to the ground.

"Oswald!" They all cried in unison.

Prescott comes in with a teleportation, and the rest of the toons gasp. "Hm. So you did decide to show up after all. Hah. How foolish."

Kyle, Camila and Kira took a look at Prescott. They were all scared of how his appearance looked. He was wearing a blue suit, along with some metal armor for his top, helmet, gloves and boots. He also has a ribbon worn with a purple gem in the middle. The sprites saw him slowly grinning. They saw him turning his head to Jamface.

"Jamface. It's so nice to see you again after so many years." He sarcastically said.

"Prescott, I will never forgive you for this! Mickey and Oswald will definitely defeat you! I can guarantee that!"

"Yeah, you tell him Jamface!" Oswald stood up.

"We won against you once, and we can do it again!"

Prescott scoffs. "I can't stand how pathetic you all are. Let's see how many seconds you last." He grinned.

Mickey and Oswald looked at Prescott and sprinted to him. A dark aura suddenly appeared. Oswald made a light gasp, but it didn't stop him from running. Suddenly, Ivory made her appearance, which means the dark magic is her doing. Prescott suddenly vanished alongside Ivory!

Mickey gasped. "Huh?! What the-"

There was a sudden attack from behind, but it wasn't visible. Mickey and Oswald are now on the ground. Ivory has an ability to make Prescott invisible. She makes him visible again.

"What's the matter, Oswald? Why fight? All I want is some answers from your friend Gus over there. I want to know more about our powers. If you won't stop fighting me, then I'll force him to talk to me!"

Oswald growled. "We won't let you do that! Stand still so I can get a good punch outta ya!" He dashed. "I won't let you hurt my sweetheart!"

Mickey joined in with Oswald. "We'll save our friends! No matter what it takes!"

"The time has come. Witness my new power! Ivory!"

Prescott and Ivory are planning to attack. Ivory started to transform into something. Mickey and Oswald noticed that she turned into a dark light. They still proceeded to run to their enemy. Ivory has now turned into a sword! It was also one of Prescott's other abilities. The sword has a black color for the handle, and the blade was purple. It looked deadly by the sound of electricity. He ran to the heroes and shouted out the words needed for the sword's power.

"Phantom Strike!"

Purple lightning comes out as it forms into a ball of electrical light. He swung his sword and the light hit Mickey and Oswald and sent them flying. They hit the wall really badly and were seriously hurt.

"No! Oswald!" Ortensia cried. She started to tear up. "Oswald, get up! Please!"

Prescott laughed. "How do you like that? I'm much more powerful now!"

The heroes are on the ground. The sprites were all afraid of losing to the bad guy. At that point, hope is all lost for our heroes. Could this be the end?

The newer sprites were also crying. They had to do something. But what could they do? Kyle immediately started flying up.

Camila gasped. "Kyle, where are you going? Come back!"

"It looks like you two are weak for my power. Why not surrender right here?"

Oswald grunted. He was struggling to stand up. "I won't....lose..."

"Ozzie..."

Prescott grabbed Oswald's arm. "Oh, Oswald. I was expecting more from you. To be the strongest and luckiest hero to ever live. But it looks like I was wrong. Instead, you are the most pathetic, powerless, and dumbest loser." He chuckled. "Now your precious people won't see you as the heroic person after I destroy you."

"GET AWAY FROM THEM YOU BULLYYYYY!!!!!!!"

"Kyle...?"

The three colored lights, green, pink, and yellow were all shining brightly, and it covered up the entire Gag Factory. Prescott couldn't see anymore. He doesn't know that he let go of Oswald. Kyle, Camila and Kira have transformed into a strange looking device. It almost looked like some kind of computer. Of course, nobody knows what a computer even is in either of their worlds.

"I grant you your miracle!"

The sprites sent Mickey and Oswald a powerup. The objects were landing on their arms. They were given magical bracelets! It also seemed that the bracelet's power healed them as well. Camila and Kira weren't expecting this to happen, but they had courage inside their hearts.

"What the-" Oswald looked at his blue bracelet. "Are we...healed?"

Mickey also looked at his red bracelet. "How did we get stronger all of the sudden?"

"We have given you the power of the Miracle Bracelets!"

"Miracle Bracelets?" Mickey and Oswald both asked in unison.

"Like that will save you." Prescott laughed as he went to attack the boys, but they suddenly vanished.

"Too slow, chump!"

Prescott growled. "I dare you to say that again!" He dashed to Oswald but he dodged really quickly.

Oswald laughed. "Too slow, chump!"

"YOU BRAT!"

An unexpected surprise kick came from Mickey!

"YOU SON OF A-"

"Biscuit?" Oswald asked as if he was trying to finish Prescott's sentence.

Prescott growled again. "NO MORE GAMES!" He was about to attack with his sword again, but suddenly, Jamface pushed Prescott away from the heroes! Prescott accidentally let go of Ivory as she turned back to normal. She was now weak and coughing in pain.

"No! Ivory! You two will PAY FOR THIS!"

"You two! Hold each other's hands!" Kyle called out to get their attention.

"What? Why?"

"Don't ask questions! Just do it!"

Mickey and Oswald had no choice. They were running out of time. They held each other's hands tightly. Their bracelets started to glow.

"Star Sprites, hear us now! Grant us the power of our elements, magic and hope!"

Everyone watched Mickey and Oswald using their new powers. It was a miracle to all toons. Well, only for toons that have courage to keep moving forward. Ortensia mostly believed that her most loved one would come to her rescue.

"Miracle Magical Action!"

A ball of light formed with so many shining stars. It aimed for Prescott and Ivory.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Then, the stars destroyed the cage and set Ortensia and Gus free. It also reverted the Gag Factory to the way it originally was. It was once again another victory for the heroes. This new power that they have will indeed be very useful to them in the future, in case the villains ever become stronger one day, but they don't think it'll ever happen.

As the toons left the Gag Factory, there was a mysterious silhouette standing on the corner of the building. It may have heard the entirety of the battle that happened. Their silence might mean disappointment for Prescott's defeat. The form of the silhouette looked like it was a cartoon rabbit. But how? Oswald is the only rabbit of Wasteland, right? They make their exit.

Later, Mickey and Oswald transformed back. Everyone made it to Ortensia's house and talked about what had happened today. Thanks to their new sprite, the heroes were able to rescue their friends.

"Kyle, Camila, Kira, thank you for helping us get our pals back." Mickey hugged his new friends. They all giggled.

"Eh, It was nothin." Kyle chuckled.

"Prescott was really forcing Gus to talk about those costumes. But thankfully, you two came in." Ortensia said.

Oswald held Ortensia's hand. "Yeah, we did. With our new powers, we'll be unstoppable!"

"We mustn't get it too cocky. That mysterious power that they have is dangerous. You two have to keep a look-out from now on." Gus explained.

"Right. Mickey and I can go out for patrol, so that we'll get a good punch outta Prescott."

"That sounds like a good plan." Mickey smiled.

Mickey and Oswald's new sprite friends are thrilled to work with their heroes. However, it doesn't mean that they have to think that taking down Prescott was going to be easy. Back at Dark Beauty Castle, Prescott looked at the dark sky as he thought of Mickey and Oswald's power-ups.

"You two seem to have made this war interesting."

He gave out a grin as he slowly walked into the darkness. He stopped and stood in front of the same mysterious rabbit from Ostown.

"And you are just who I'm looking for...Fanny."

#disney #epic Mickey #mickey mouse #oswald the lucky rabbit #gremlin prescott #epic mickey au #my fanfic

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spyretworks-official · 6 months

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✮ directory ✮

welcome to the official spyretworks blog!

spyretworks is a series of books written by spyret, or bellepeper91 on wattpad, starting november 16th, 2019. the first official book published on wattpad was posted december 5th, 2022.

✮ spyretverse ✮

spyretverse is the most expansive universe in spyretworks! to understand the timeline, read them in this order.

DEEPER WALLS

MATILDA AND NICK

LITTLE WEIRDOS

CONVERGENCE

CONVERGENCE II: ELLA’S MYSTERY

CONVERGENCE III: FULFILLMENT IN BECOMING

✮ other books ✮

the other books in spyretworks will connect in some way to spyretverse, but are in a different universe. how? uhhh read to find out!

ELEMENT

✮ tagging system ✮

#spyretverse : for the six-book series

#spyretworks : for all books

#dw : for deeper walls

#m&n : for matilda and nick

#lw : for little weirdos

#cvg : for convergence / all books in the cvg series

#cvg2 : for convergence 2

#cvg3 : for convergence 3

#ansley era : for the first four books in spyretverse

#althorne era : for the last two books in spyretverse

#spyrart : for spyret’s art (also shows up on my main blog)

#spyretheads : for reader reblogs

#spyretspoilers : for spoilers concerning any book

#spyret rambles : for me

#nick rambles : for when my alter of nick shows up

#element : for element

#directory : for this post

#answered asks : for answered asks

character names and content warnings will also be used as tags!

✮ fandom wiki ✮

here’s the wiki for everything you need to know after reading!

✮ my reader friends ✮

@ghostlynarrative @airhead-co @rainymxrch and more! ask to be added if we’re buddies :]

✮ my blog ✮

@spyret-the-shitposter

✮ dni criteria ✮

basic dni criteria

noooooo proshippers or nsfw artists i am a minor and i don’t appreciate creepy or nsfw art of my characters

✮ welcome to the show! ✮

please send asks for asking me questions and things i wanna talk forever

#spyret rambles #directory

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marinesocks · 2 years

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Find the Word Game!

LETS GO ANOTHER ONE AYOOO!!! huge shoutout to my find-the-word-buddy, the sunshine-filled @j-1173 !!! i'm obsessed with this game and she is just fueling the fire.

My words were: HELP, SOFT, WARM, WATCH, & SEE

i'm actually switching up the source material for these next few tag games!! for this post i'll be taking snippets from the owl's wish („• ֊ •„)

help

“Kuroo!” Bokuto grins and runs up to his friend, proudly brandishing the akabeko. “We passed the second trial! Told you we could!” “Is that so?” Kuroo hums in response, waving at Akaashi with the hand not holding the lantern. “All by yourselves? Without any help from a particularly mysterious and dashing friend?” Bokuto blinks. “What?” “Thank you for your help, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi says, nodding at the cat spirit. “We couldn’t have done it without you.” “Oh!” Bokuto realizes with a start. “Oh yeah, the feather! Thank you!” “You are very welcome,” Kuroo accepts their thanks angelically, only preening a little. - chapter 8: black cat, through the mist

soft

Bokuto’s skin is so cold it feels like it’s raw and burning. The silk blindfold offers little comfort as the wind whisks away what little warmth he had. Even Akaashi’s thick cloak must be useless against the icy onslaught - his fingers are thin and clammy against Bokuto’s wrist. Bokuto feels his mood shifting before he experiences it. It pulls at his feet and yanks down his heart and gathers together in his head like rumbling storm clouds. A tidal wave of exhaustion overcomes him and he releases Akaashi’s hand and slumps to the ground. Every part of his body is shaking and the tips of his fingers are going numb. The blindfold feels like it's constricting his face. The yakiniku against his chest feels rough and heavy. His fingers tighten around the soft feather, now limp and unmoving in his palm. “We’re never going to find it, Akaashi.” - chapter 7: through dark and cold

warm

And there, hunched over in the corner of the room, sits another cat spirit. He wears a black kimono and red haori jacket, the silk reflecting light like liquid. His two-toned hair hangs low around his face - a jaw-length curtain from behind which he peers out at the world. His soft ears and long tail are white and colored in splotches of buttery yellow and warm brown. Though he isn’t looking directly at them, his face is wrinkled in tight exasperation and wrapped in vague annoyance. He flips a shogi piece over and over in his fingers, apparently itching to get back to the board game. - chapter 14: the cat cavern

watch

Two, he thinks, pulling his hands close to his chest as he watches the candles flicker and spark, Bokuto Koutarou will not relapse. Because he can’t afford it, can’t afford to lose time Akaashi does not have. Every day that passes marks another chance Akaashi’s memory is slipping, falling into the void Bokuto knows all too well. - bladesmithing, part one: separate

see

In the cold air, his rasping breaths came out in thick clouds. Only his muscles burned, searing hot underneath his skin. As his vision blurred, he blearily watched a white butterfly drift through the snowflakes. Just as the sun flared out from behind the mountain’s peak, his body finally overpowered his will. He could not feel his hands, his feet, his nose. The boy could see his knees crumpling, could watch his body falling forward into the snow. But he was so incredibly, unbearably exhausted. - memory: resurfaced

i'm going to formally tag @thelittlestspider , @creatorrayne , @aalinaaaaaa, @indigocastor & @eccaiia , as well as keeping it an open tag as always!

Your words are: STRAIGHT, BASIC, FELL, TRADE, & PROBLEM

and as always i’m adding my own rule that if you can’t find a word in your work then you have to tell me a fun fact about either your WIP, your writing process, or one of your characters ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

have fun, writers!! drink some water!!

#writer #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writblr #writers #writing #creative writing #my writing #helena scribbles #the owl's wish

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grimecrow · 1 year

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“Like...Like Like?” A Small Look At Scooby Doo's Shaggy (Norville) Rogers x Robbie Brookes (OC) For OCxCanon Week 2023!

This is the week that @theocxcanonweek is hosting their yearly week of OCxCanon prompts! After graduating high school the Scooby gang isn't sure what to do with their lives so they decide to take a year to travel the country solve mysteries, take in the sights, and explore various colleges and universities. They hope they can figure out what their plans will be once they year is up.

Along the way they meet Robbie Brookes, a tall, lanky guy with black hair and blue eyes who originally thought he could eat till he meets Shaggy and Scooby. and after a rather dangerous and dark mystery decide to take him along with them on their trip for the foreseeable future.

(Please note each new prompt will be added daily as a reblog of the original post. If you want to see what Robbie looks like he's the middle portrait of the examples in this post. The artist's COMMISSION ARE CLOSED at this time. )

Day 1 – Holding Hands

“Like, I can't believe we're walking about in the snow looking for the abominable snowman when there is perfectly good fondue back at the lodge!” Shaggy complains.

“From what's being described wouldn't it be more like a frost demon?” Robbie asks.

“That's not any better.” Shaggy replies in a flat tone.

“You know, I'm surprised you boys didn't just stay at the lodge.” Daphne remarks to Shaggy and Scooby. What she doesn't know is that was the original plan. When Robbie said he was going to go with the other three to search for clues much to Scooby's surprise Shaggy made a comment about it being safer together and started getting ready to go with them. Not wanting to be on his own, Scooby reluctantly tagged along.

“As I said before it's, like, safer to be together!”

“Weird that hasn't come up before...” Velma says dryly. She's already figured out why Shaggy's here, and what's going on between him and Robbie. Shame neither of them have figured it out yet.

The snow started to fall just after they left the lodge but it was so light that they hadn't really noticed it. It's starting to get heavier now.

Daphne stops and looks around the woods in all directions; “You'd think an eight foot frost demon claiming to be Jack Frost would be easier to find!”

“I'm starting to get worried about this snow...”

“Don't worry Robbie I have the lodge's location on my GPS still, I know generally where we are we won't get lost.” Fred beams as he holds his phone up for Robbie to see not realizing that the distance and snow would obscure what's on the screen to basically nothing.

“Though we shouldn't stay out too much longer as it's going to be dark before long.” Velma adds

Daphne grabs Fred's hand; “Also my father taught me that when out in these types of conditions that you should buddy up and take someone's hand. That way it's much harder for someone to get separated.”

Robbie feels a mittened hand grab his instantaneous, he looks down to see Shaggy's hand holding his. He hears Shaggy say; “Good idea Daphne! I've got my hand to hold!”

Robbie can feel a little bit of a blush coming on, he hopes that if anyone does notice they'll just think it's due to the cold. He does look at Shaggy though, only to find Shaggy looking back at him/ There is a moment where their eyes lock and they both instantly look away blushing profusely. Both boys now feel warm despite being in the woods on a freezing January afternoon.

Velma manages to catch most of that and just sighs; “Well Scooby, seeing as you don't have a hand I hope it's okay for me to hold onto your collar.”

“Ruh-huh, ruh-huh.” Scooby says as he vigorously nods his head.

#oc x canon week 2023 #Shaggy Rogers #norville shaggy rogers #scooby-doo #oc x canon

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dapper-nahrwhale · 3 years

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for the writing ask, number 3!

Asiksj thanks so much for the ask!! (Under the cut is some fantasy high riz and aelwyn friendship I've been writing)

"One scene you want to write but cant because its difficult"

I guess it's hard for me to write like cohesive scenes like I'm used to writing slightly connected oneshots like 5 + 1 type stuff, shortish scenes that arnt connected much. But writing like stuff with connected plots is difficult, coming up with ideas for plot is easy actually writing it all together is hard.

Like theres like this fantasy high mafia road trip thing au (the title would be Pretty like a Car Crash from some song I think) I'd want to write but... trying to put together a whole plot ugh I enjoy writing lil oneshots and scenes but trying to get it all figured put is hmm not my strong suit.

Like writing out whole scenes that are connected with actual plot is hard so I just write unconnected scenes and all I'd like to figure out how to do like whole stuff but idk.

Actually some writing (fantasy high riz and aelwyn friendship I've been cooking up) under the cut cuz it got pretty long

I'm not going to write out a whole entire plot multiple chapter thing here so I'll just write some stuff that I've been working on. Even though this is a multi chartered plot thing so.

The road to recovery is paved in sleepless nights and tired mornings. (Title)

The bad kids are rightfully wary about letting them hang out together. Partly because they're both paranoid enough to think the other would take an attack of opportunity on them. Of course what the bad kids didn't expect was for them to band together when someone else gets murdered. Basrar gets framed for murder. Riz and aelwyn are on the case.

Riz doesnt like or trust Aelwyn. Aelwyn doesnt care about his opinion, but it's easier to try and get along with each other to make this long suffering case go by quicker.

Aelwyn decided to stop doing super toxic things because her sister and jawbone have gotten her to and because she doesn't like or enjoy going to parties getting rekt and kissing strangers anymore. So she needs new, slightly less toxic habits and if staying up late researching stuff while not sleeping is that then the only one to also do that would work. Putting her high intelligence to good use. (Sleeping is hard for both of them, so why not be productive instead of going to have a bad time sleeping.)

They've both killed more people then they should have. They both refuse to talk about too much with jawbone, even though at this point they really should. Instead they avoid all of their problems by solving cases and researching stuff. They both value knowledge. Adaine isn't here because she'd only discourage them and they know it's not healthy to burn out like this but. Well. It's the only way they know how to function. So. They don't talk about their feelings or anything. They both don't sleep at all if they can help it. They just work themselves to the bone, refuse to sleep because of really bad nightmares and hope it's enough. It isnt. But they'd really like to think it was.

Combined, they would sleep about 6 hours, riz passed out for 4 and aelwyn trancing fitfully for 2.

(Aelwyn will trance for just a few hours, sitting in a creaky old chair while riz works on something or other. They make it a rule to always have one of them awake if the other is sleeping when they end up working late. Paranoia and all that. So whenever riz inevitably passes out in his desk aelwyn will keep watch and go over spells in her book to keep herself awake. It's a shot system but it works for the most part. Sometimes they'll both stay up the entire night, sometimes theyll both be too exhausted to stay up anymore and fall asleep at the same time.)

To solve the case they hole up in rizs office for a few days, everyone panics at first when neither go to school and then riz and aelwyn dont answer their crystals cuz it wasnt charged and they were so focused on the case they forgot to do school. They freak out considering what happend last time and actually bust down the door of his office and find them both sleeping. It's cute but they wake up and start fighting them before they realize oh it's just the bad kids.

(Undetermined time later)

"Just had to get away from adaine for a bit. She worries about me too much."

"Are you giving her reason to be worried?"

"Probably"

"I dont know how sam and adaine and everyone else can forgive me. I'm a terrible person." Alewyn

"Were. You were a terrible person. You arnt anymore. Even if you think you still are, you arnt anymore. The horrors you have done are not who you are. Or something like that. The you who did all the terrible things is still you and that sucks but you just have to do better now" Riz

"It doesnt make up for all the stuff I've done."

"Probably not. It might never."

"Ostentasia still hasn't talked to me or even been in the same room as me. and I cant blame her. I cant forgive myself."

"Yeah. I mean you did put her in a palimpsest prison for several months. And then almost get her and the other maidens sacrificed to our evil vice principle dragon. That's pretty messed up "

"Yeah."

She feels she doesnt deserve her new family. She hasn't done anything to deserve their free love. She in fact has done more to hinder it than anything.

Adaine reminds her of love without expectations. It's hard to remember but shes getting better at it.

Jawbone tells her he wanted to adopt her. She didnt understand why. Shes almost old enough to be on her own she doesnt need anyone to look out for her. But it would be nice to have a parent who cares. At least that's what adaine tells her.

Everyone else is getting better and they both feel like they're not.

This is by no means all of it or in any way done or edited and I'm still working on riz parts of it, those are much more difficult than aelwyns for me to write as of now because they're so based on my own personal stuff kinda but I'm so wicked excited to be writing this! I just think they're friendship would be so intersting and all!

#fantasy high #fh #fantasy high sophmore year #fhsy #dimension 20 #fh fic #ask thing #answer thing #writing thing #fanfiction #riz and aelwyn friendship #added my mystery buddies tag for them!!!

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Happy Accidents

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,300 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Art, Neighbor Hotch, Shy and Oblivious Hotch, Flirting, It's soo sappy I'm sorry, Oral sex, Unprotected sex Summary: Aaron's new neighbor is out of his league for so many reasons: she's young, beautiful, artistic, unique, free-spirited, the kind of person who turns heads when she walks down the street. It's no wonder he ends up falling in love with her. *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! Against all of his better judgement, Aaron is kind of creeping on his new next door neighbor.

He is absolutely the type of man, any other time, to approach a woman he’s interested in and introduce himself, look for a way to connect, some common ground, but this is no ordinary woman.

She is out of his league in so many ways: young, beautiful, unique, free-spirited, the type of person who turns heads when she walks down the street. There’s not a chance in hell she would look twice at an old, stuffy, monotone suit with a seven year old son and perpetual bags under his eyes. That’s not him feeling bad about himself, it’s just the way the world works.

The first time he saw her, she was getting on the elevator while he was getting off of it, and they’d bumped into each other; she was wearing a short, flowy dress, and she’d smiled at him, apologized, eyes sparkling, smelling like she’d spent all day in the sunshine. It was the only time since Haley he’d ever entertained the idea of love at first sight.

She keeps to herself most of the time, gives off the air of being really cool and mysterious; their paths have crossed a few times since then—at the bank of mailboxes downstairs, in the hallway they share, once during a false alarm fire alarm—but he enjoys watching her paint more than anything.

They have balconies next to each other, and one night when he was tending to his herb garden—Jack enjoys watching the plants grow, and picking the herbs, Aaron likes to eat them—he spotted her standing on hers, facing away from him, in cut off jean shorts and a baggy t-shirt, barefoot. She’d been painting the city, the sky, with the sunset glowing behind her like she was the work of art, and he actually felt an ache in his chest, the feeling of missing someone he’s never really met.

Since that night, he’s started taking his work outside in the evenings after Jack goes to bed, and sitting in near silence while she paints, hums—sometimes songs he knows, sometimes songs he doesn’t. The first time he goes out before she does, she says hello when she drags her easel out, so he starts to say hello to her when she beats him there, too, but that’s pretty much the extent of their interaction. One evening when Aaron and Jack are getting home from dinner, she is lugging a canvas bigger than she is through the hallway and Jack almost runs headfirst into it; when he looks up, he exclaims about how big it is, and pretty—it’s covered with colors, something abstract and cheerful, and even if he’d seen it on the side of the road, he would have just known that she painted it. (That may be a good indicator that he’s getting in a little too deep.)

“Wow, that’s the biggest painting I’ve ever seen! And so many colors,” Jack says, awed. Aaron puts his hands on his shoulders to keep him out of her way; they’re already bothering her enough, when she’s clearly trying to get that giant thing home.

“It’s pretty cool, isn’t it? I carry bigger pieces around at my studio, believe it or not,” she says to him, poking her head around the side to look at him.

“You have a studio?” His eyes are wide with interest; his favorite subject has always been art, as evidenced by their refrigerator, which is covered in drawings. She offers him an even brighter smile.

“I do! It’s not far from here; it’s called Live in Color. There’s a big rainbow painted on the side.”

“That’s so cool; it must be awesome to have your own studio.” Aaron loves that Jack seems to be so passionate about this, but the way they are obviously holding her up has him feeling awkward; he tugs gently on Jack’s backpack.

“That is really cool, bud, but we should let her go. I’m sure that’s heavy.” She smiles, shrugs.

“It’s no trouble. Hey, actually, we have some children’s art classes at the studio, and you look like you’d fit right in with the Green group—ages 7-9?” She looks up at Aaron, who nods. “Maybe we can talk dad into bringing you down sometime. We do painting, drawing, and crafts, it’s really fun.” She’s still looking right at Aaron, gives him a little wink, and he swears to god he gets butterflies in his stomach.

He’s a grown man. A federal agent. With butterflies. It’s insane.

“Oh man, dad, please? Can I take classes at her studio pleeease?” Jack tugs on the sleeve of his suit, and he nods, smiles down at him.

“Yeah, absolutely, Jack. We’ll go down and get more information tomorrow?” he offers, to both placate him and finally free the poor girl from the conversation; he nods excitedly, and she smiles, looks sweet, genuinely happy Jack is so excited to take the class.

“Cool, I look forward to seeing you guys there. Actually, if you give me one sec, I can grab my card for you.” She passes them, carrying the canvas and looking effortless while she does it; she props it up against the wall to get her keys out, unlocks her door and heads in, pops back out with a business card in a vivid watercolor yellow. “It has the address and phone number for the studio on the front, and I put my cell on the back; I figured it couldn’t hurt, considering we live next door to each other. Now you know who to call if you ever have an art emergency.”

He takes the card from her fingers, flips it over just to see the handwritten name and number; he knew her script would be lovely, and it is, easy and flowing and natural. It suits her. He tries not to grin, or flush, or otherwise be awkward about the fact that she just gave him her phone number, however innocently.

“Thank you. We’ll see you tomorrow.” They turn to head for their apartment, and she clears her throat; he smiles a little, turns back, and she’s leaning casually up against the canvas with her arms crossed.

“You know my name now. What’s yours?” She’s just being polite, but he gets the goddamn butterflies again.

“Aaron.” She smiles, something beautiful and a little wild.

“Okay, Aaron. See you outside.” From then on, most of their free time, be it evenings or weekends, is spent at the studio. Aaron isn’t the only parent who sticks around—it’s an art class, not a daycare, he doesn’t feel right just dropping Jack off and leaving him there—and he’s also not the only parent, it seems, who is aware of his beautiful young neighbor.

“She’s incredible, right?” another dad says to him one evening, over by the coffee. Aaron looks him over briefly—it’s a job hazard, he sizes up everyone, but he already has a weird feeling about this guy. “I’ve been bringing my kid here for a month just to look at that little ass running around. My wife just thinks our daughter is just really into art.” He says it with a laugh, like that’s a ridiculous concept. Aaron feels himself start to boil.

“You shouldn’t be disrespectful. She’s doing a great thing here, for the children; she’s not doing it for you to ogle her.” He feels a little hypocritical, because he is also looking, but not like this guy. He knows guys like this. He puts away guys like this.

He glances over at Aaron, looking a little taken aback that someone actually commented on his behavior, then rolls his eyes.

“She doesn’t need you to defend her honor, buddy. She wouldn’t run around here in those overalls if she didn’t want us looking. It’s job security.” She’s wearing the overalls tonight, denim shorts with one of the straps unhooked, a t-shirt underneath, but it’s not as if she’s performing a striptease. She just looks like an artist, covered in drips of paint, smiling as she looks at the kids’ pictures over their shoulders. Aaron really, really hates this guy.

“In my experience, women usually dress for themselves; they probably have pockets, easier to keep things at hand that she may need, and it’s warm in here, so she’s likely dressing for comfort. She’s certainly not dressing for you.”

As if she can sense the tension, she looks over at them, flicks her eyes over Aaron, then the other guy, and walks over with a soft smile on her face.

“Hey, Aaron, Jack really wanted you to see what he’s working on.” She reaches out a hand, wraps it around his wrist and guides him over to Jack’s table. “I figured I’d save you,” she says when they’re out of earshot. “That guy sucks. He’s always saying creepy things to me and Alaina.”

“You should ask him to leave if he makes you uncomfortable,” he says, looking down at her with worry. “I can do it.” She shrugs.

“I would, but his daughter really does enjoy the class, and it’s not fair to her that her dad’s disgusting. It’s nothing we can’t handle.” She squeezes his wrist lightly. “Thanks, though. Hey Jack, show dad your project.” He peers over his shoulder, and it’s a pink and orange skyline, much like the one he saw her painting that first time on the balcony. “I asked the kids to paint my favorite thing today, and that’s sunset.”

“I saw you painting this one night,” he says, and then he feels abruptly like an idiot. She just smiles at him though, nods.

“Yeah, I’m a sucker for a beautiful sunset. It makes you feel like, just because the day ends, it doesn’t have to mean things are over; it’s just one of life’s beautiful natural transitions. And the colors are to die for: peach, coral, jasmine, rose, tiger’s eye.” He finds himself unexpectedly touched by her description, smiles softly to shake himself of the emotions.

“The way you see the world is extraordinary. To me it’s just kind of… orange.” She returns his expression, but softer, and squeezes his wrist again; he didn’t even realize she was still holding it.

“Sounds like you need some art in your heart. I give lessons for adults, too; you could even come over and paint with me on my balcony, some time. Special neighbor privileges.”

The thought of being with her on her balcony while she paints is almost overwhelming, which he finds funny, considering he currently sits no more than twenty feet away. There is an intimacy about it, while they both do their work in the cool, quiet breeze, but standing like this, close enough to touch, with the late day sun on her face while she talks about colors… he’s not sure he could handle it without falling in love.

She pats him on the back, moves on to another child, and he tells Jack what a great job he’s doing; his face is lit up, so happy, and regardless of the neighbor, he’s glad they stumbled upon this hobby.

When they pack up to leave, the jerk from earlier comes up to him, leans in to speak in a hushed voice. “You should have just told me you were fucking her. I would have backed off.” He blinks, but the guy and his daughter are walking out the door before he finds himself able to do more than that. About a week later, he goes over for that lesson almost by accident. Jack is at Jessica’s for the night at his request, and Aaron was planning to order takeout and have a paperwork cramming session, but when goes out onto the balcony, phone in hand to place an order, his neighbor is standing on hers like she’s waiting for him.

“Hey. I saw you don’t have Jack; I made some pasta with vodka sauce, if you’re hungry. I always prepare too much.” He sets his phone on the table, walks over to the railing to get a little closer.

“Uh. Sure. I have fresh basil growing here; trade?” She smiles, nods.

“Yeah, sounds delicious. I’ll be right back.” She ducks inside, returns a few moments later with two dishes of steaming, saucy pasta, sets one down on her table and gets right up against her railing, hands the other over to him across his. “That one’s for you,” she says, handing him an orange plate, and he sets it down, picks a few good looking leaves from his basil plant and tears them up, drops them on top. “And this one’s for me.” She reaches, holds a green plate over the gap between their porches, and he adds some basil to it before she pulls it back, takes a deep sniff. “God, it smells so good and fresh. Thank you, Aaron.”

“Thank you, it looks great.” He goes to sit at his table with it, but she scoots her chair closer to the railing, closer to his balcony, so he does the same. They make easy small talk while they eat, mostly about Jack, a little about her studio and his work.

“FBI, huh? I can definitely see that, with your suits, and your… neutrals.” She cringes when she says it, and it makes him laugh.

“I’m sorry I can’t wear paint covered overalls to the office,” he teases, and she shoots him a playfully affronted look, grins.

“You love my paint covered overalls—and for the record, you’d look great in them. You should find a pair. Preferably not black.” He flushes a little at that, but she doesn’t notice, just finishes up her pasta with a sigh of contentment. “That was so good, thanks again for the basil.”

“You’re welcome; thanks for feeding me something other than the takeout I planned to have.” He stands up, gestures to his apartment. “I’ll wash the plate and then hand it back over.”

“Why don’t you just bring it over and come paint with me for a little while? If you want,” she tacks on, and for the first time she seems a little nervous. “I’m not trying to be pushy, I just think it would be fun.”

It’s not that he doesn’t want to; it would be amazing to watch her paint up close and personal. He’s just also afraid he’ll pass the point of no return if he does it, and he can’t handle any more heartache. He only very recently got to a place where just waking up in the morning no longer causes him agony.

It’s the look on her face, though, soft and sweet and open, that makes his decision for him.

“Yeah, okay. I’d like that.” She grins.

“I’ll unlock the door.”

She’s dragging out her easel when he walks through the door; her apartment is stark white walls with vibrant furniture, artwork, canvases propped up against every bare spot along the wall, paints and brushes and charcoal and pencils on every surface. It’s exactly what he would have expected, warm and lived-in and comforting, very unlike the mostly black and gray interior of his own apartment. She smiles when she sees him.

“Hey! Can you grab that tray of paint on your way out?” she asks, and he picks up what looks kind of like an ice cube tray filled with many different colors, carries it out to the balcony with him. She has a canvas propped up, a little larger than a computer monitor, and she’s gotten started, but he can’t tell what it’s going to be just yet. When he hands her the paint she looks down at it, peers around the edge of the canvas like she’s comparing something. He’s so intrigued, curious about the way her mind works, what she’s thinking.

“What are you painting?” he asks when she picks up a brush, sets it down, picks up another. She smiles at him.

“Well, we’re painting that.” She points to the street, where there’s a rusty, pale blue antique car parked—he says that loosely, because it looks broken down—in the alley. Aaron chuckles softly.

“We’re going to paint that? It’s a little… grim.”

“Yes. It’s part of a series I just decided to create: ‘Beauty in the Ordinary.’” She sighs, and he’s surprised to see that her eyes are a little wet. She wipes the back of her hand over her eyes. “You know Bob Ross, right? Everyone knows Bob Ross.” He nods.

“Yes; the guy who paints the happy trees on PBS.”

“Right. I used to watch him growing up, and I vividly remember something he said once, about needing both darkness and light in life and in painting. ‘You have to have a little sadness once in a while to know when the good times come. I’m waiting on the good times now.’” She sniffles, exhales softly. “I’m waiting on the good times too. Sometimes looking at things like this car, and forcing myself to find something beautiful in it, is the easiest way to get through the day. Does that make sense?” He swallows hard when she looks up at him, because aside from Jack, she has been the lightest part of his life since the first time they passed each other on the elevator.

“Yeah, it really does.” She shoots him a soft, slightly sadder smile, and then explains about the paints a little, shows him the difference in the brushes, lets him feel the weight of them, the textures of the bristles.

She starts painting the car—the background is mostly finished—and he’s more than happy to watch, to hear her talk about her process. She asks if she can use his forearm to mix paints, and he turns it over, wrist up, tries not to smile too hard when she puts some dark blue on him, then white, mixing them and then comparing them to the car on the street. He looks down at her, the concentration on her face, the softness in her eyes, and is met with the sudden desire to brush a line of paint over her nose and make her laugh and kiss her breathless.

“Okay, your turn,” she says when she’s about halfway done with the car. She puts her hands on the backs of his arms, pulls him in front of the canvas so she’s between him and the railing. “You’ve been watching me, so you know what to do.” He has been watching her, but not necessarily for her technique, so he’s a little nervous; he dips the brush in the blue paint but hesitates to make a stroke. “I have faith in you, Aaron. Here.”

She wraps her fingers around his hand, guides him toward the canvas, and together they make a wide, curved line, rounding out the bumper. It doesn’t look half bad.

“It gets easier once you understand the relationship between specific paint, specific brushes, and your hands,” she says softly, and she helps him paint another line. “Are you having fun? You look stressed,” she teases, and he makes it a point to relax his face.

“I’m having a lot of fun,” he says, looking down at her; they make eye contact for a long moment, and she leans a little closer, and he leans a little closer, and then he accidentally dabs a blob of blue onto the canvas. He pulls back, grimaces, deflates. “I made a mistake. You can’t erase paint, right?” She laughs softly, takes the brush from his hand.

“No, you can’t erase paint, but as Mr. Ross would say, ‘There are no mistakes, only happy accidents.’” She gets her fingers close to the tip of the brush, makes a few quick movements, then grabs another brush, dips it in green. When she pulls back, there is a little blue flower growing out of a patch of grass where his blob used to be. He exhales, a little amazed.

“If only the mistakes we make in life were that easy to fix,” he says, and she nods.

“Yeah, that would be nice, but a lot of the time we find a way to turn them into beautiful things eventually. Are you willing to give it another shot?” He says yes, and she guides his hand for a while, then just hovers near it, then just instructs him on what to do. It’s dark before their painting is finished, and she carries it inside to dry, then takes him to the kitchen sink to scrub the paint off of his arm.

“Thanks for having me over; I had a really good time,” he murmurs as she dries his clean skin. She looks up, smiles softly, nods her head.

“I had a really good time too. I’m glad you came over; you’re welcome to join me any time.”

He says goodbye, heads home, looks at his stack of work with a groan, and brews a pot of coffee. He’s in for a long night, but he wouldn’t change his evening for anything. Life is much the same for the next few weeks: school and work, Jack’s art class at the studio a couple times a week, painting on the balcony on the weekend, with and without Jack. When Jack joins them for the first time, she pulls out a big box of markers and thick sheets of paper and he draws elaborate scenes while they talk and paint together. When Aaron makes mistakes, she’s never upset, just turns them into perfect little details that end up being his favorite parts of the paintings.

“What ever happened with your ‘Beauty in the Ordinary’ series?” he asks one evening while they’re painting some ocean waves. “Did I cause you enough trouble with the car to give up?” She looks down at the ground, looks a little shy, then shakes her head and smiles.

“No, you didn’t make me want to give up. I’ve been working on it at the studio. You’ll see it when it’s all done, I plan to hang them there.”

“Looking forward to it,” he tells her, and then Jack tugs on her shorts, shows them the picture he drew of the ocean, too.

Later that week, the team takes a case, and on the day he’s set to come home, Jessica drops Jack off at the studio with the plan that Aaron will pick him up when his flight lands. Due to some weather between where the team is and home, they get a little delayed; he doesn’t want to make Jessica head back out that way almost immediately after dropping him off, but he’s not sure who else he could ask to pick Jack up. It’s almost a stupid length of time before it dawns on him to call the studio.

“Life in Color, this is Alaina.”

“Alaina, hi, this is Jack’s dad—” He has his whole spiel prepared, but she cuts him off.

“Oh, sure, hang on a sec, she’s right here. It’s Jack’s dad,” she says, but it sounds further away, like she’s trying to cover the receiver. After a moment, his neighbor picks up.

“Aaron, hi. Jack said you were working.”

“Yeah, I was, and I’m supposed to pick him up after class, but our flight was delayed.” He doesn’t know how to ask for help with Jack; even with all the time they’ve been spending together, she still makes him a little nervous. Luckily, he doesn’t have to figure that part out on his own.

“Hey, that’s no problem. If it’s okay with you, I’ll just take him home with me. I’ll order pizza, we’ll draw, and you can just stop by when you’re home and pick him up.” He breathes a sigh of relief, runs a hand over the back of his head.

“That would be perfect. Thank you—I’ll owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything. Hanging out with your mini me is reward enough; he’s painting something special for you today, won’t let me see it.” That makes him smile, and he feels so warm at the prospect of picking him up from her bright apartment, seeing his artwork, her smile. After a long, draining day like this one, it’s exactly what he needs.

“I’ll have to remain in suspense until tonight, I guess. Can you let him know I said hi? And thank you, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Of course. We’ll see you then.”

It’s late, after nine, by the time he makes it home. He doesn’t even take his bags inside, just drops them outside his door and knocks softly on hers. She answers with a smile, ushers him in, asks him if he’d like a drink and gets them each a beer.

Jack is in her room, asleep, so they have a little time to chat; she asks about his flight, his case, and he asks about the studio, and she gets a little shy when it comes to that topic, clears her throat.

“Um. I have Jack’s secret project, if you want to see it. He said I could show you.” He’s not sure why that would make her nervous—at least, until he sees it.

The background is all watercolors, a gradient of rainbow colors starting with pink at the top and ending with a soft purple at the bottom. Over that, in black marker, he’s drawn the three of them, with a big heart around them.

“Tonight’s theme was the thing that makes you the happiest, and he said he’s the happiest when the three of us are on the balcony together. It was… really, really sweet.” She looks up at him, brushes a hand over the crown of her head. “If I’m being honest, that’s when I’m the happiest, too.” He takes the picture from her hands, runs his fingers over it, and smiles, feeling a warm ache in his chest—not like before, not like losing someone he’s never really met, but like finding something he never really planned on.

“That’s when I’m the happiest, too,” he agrees, and when he looks up, she looks determined, like she does when trying to find just the right shade of paint. She takes Jack’s picture out of his hand, sets it on the counter, and then pulls him down by the lapels of his suit, kisses him long and slow. His hands move to her waist, keeping her close, and eventually she pauses for breath, looks at him again, and then wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him some more.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first time I saw you—tall and dark and serious, striding out of the elevator. So intriguing, mysterious,” she breathes when they separate again. “I wanted to know everything about you.”

“Are you kidding?” he asks, huffing a laugh. “I’m boring, but you are so vibrant, so full of life; I felt like you were everything I wasn’t, and I wanted to know you so badly.”

“You know me now; would you like to keep getting to know me?” It��s one of the easiest questions he’s ever been asked; he nods, and she beams, and he lifts her into his arms and carries her to the couch, drapes himself over her while she leans back against the cushions, pulling him closer.

They make out like neither of them have a care in the world—god, how long has it been since he’s made out with someone?—her fingers scraping through his hair, his hands on her bare waist when her shirt rides up, and she’s in the process of pushing his jacket off his shoulders when they hear a sound from the other room that startles them apart. Jack.

“I’ll go check on him,” Aaron says, and when he goes into her room Jack is still snuggled up on her bed sound asleep. It looks like some canvases fell over, though, and he stoops to pick them up, then spots the car they painted together. He turns and she’s right behind him, skids to a stop. “I thought you said these were at the studio?”

“They were,” she says, and she looks nervous again. “But I changed my mind about hanging them there. They felt too personal.” He runs his hand over the car and sees where she’s coming from; this one feels personal to him, too.

“Can I see the rest?” he asks. “Only if you want to show me them.”

“You’re the only one I want to show them to,” she says with a soft smile, and she grabs a few more canvases, carries them into the light of the living room. “Beauty in the ordinary, remember.” He remembers, could never forget.

She turns one over, and it’s a kitchen sink, and in the kitchen sink is an orange plate with a fork resting on it—like the plate she’d given him with the pasta on it. She turns one over and it’s a man’s hand, holding a paintbrush, with pale blue paint on his forearm. The next one is a little herb garden on a balcony; the next one is a view from above, of a sandy haired boy with markers all around him. The last one is an open elevator—ripe with possibilities.

When he looks up at her, she’s got tears in her eyes, and one slips down her cheek.

“So, I think I’ve found my good times.” She smiles through her tears, and he takes her face in his hands and kisses the salt from her lips. “I love you,” she says when he pulls back to wipe her face with his sleeve, and he kisses her softly, again and again, and tells her he loves her, too. The next weekend, Jack is at Jessica’s for a sleepover, and Aaron has been enlisted to help with an art project. He walks next door, knocks lightly, and enters the living room; he is met with a very deep, passionate kiss and a smile, and instructions to help move the furniture out of the way.

“I’m really curious what kind of art requires this much floor space,” he says, shoving her couch back against the wall, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, a move he has been unable to resist since she did it the first time they had sex. She knows it’s a weakness, exploits it, and he loves every minute of it.

“You’ll see, but I promise you’re going to like it.” When they clear the floor, she grabs a large, rolled-up fabric canvas and lays it out in the middle of the room, then drops three bottles of paint—one is yellow (jasmine), one is orange (peach), and one is kind of pink (coral? He’s still not sure.)—onto it. “You can obviously say no if you want, but I wanted something over my bed with the sunset colors, and I found this…” She steps closer to him, runs her hands down his chest, guides him down for a kiss so delicious he loses his train of thought. “It’s sex art; we put the paint on the canvas, and on ourselves, and… you know, go at it. What do you think?”

He thinks he really, really loves art now, even more than he thought possible.

“So we have paint-covered sex and then you just hang it on the wall? Like regular art?”

“Yep, I got the supplies I’ll need to hang it; letting it dry will probably take the longest. I figured we could shower while it’s drying, maybe go for round two, if you’re up for it.” She moves her hand to his waist, slips it inside his shorts, and he pulls her closer to his body. “Are you up for it, Aaron?”

That is an understatement.

Undressing happens extremely fast, because this is really sexy and they’re kind of in a phase where they can’t keep their hands off of each other anyway. She pulls her hair up onto the top of her head to try to minimize the amount of paint in it, and then she pours paint on the canvas, turns around and drizzles some on his back and tells him to lay down.

“I think we should probably change positions often so we get a lot of motion on the canvas; I apologize to your old knees in advance,” she teases, but she soothes the sting of her words by pouring paint on herself and then laying between his legs and licking at his dick. “Do some stuff with your hands; I want to see those big handprints on my wall,” she murmurs, and he groans, puts his palms down in the paint and drags them through it.

She leans up a little, sliding her knees through some yellow paint, sucks him fully, deeply into her mouth for couple of minutes, and then stretches forward and puts an orange hand right in the middle of his chest; the look in her eyes is playful, and he reaches out with one finger, hooks it under her chin, and guides her off and up so they can kiss.

“Your turn,” he says with a smirk, and then he gets her onto her back and ducks between her legs, hopes she doesn’t grab for his hair like she usually does. He rubs his pointed tongue over her clit, waits for the mmm it always elicits, and looks up at her, covers each of her breasts with a paint-covered palm and squeezes. “Leave handprints for me,” he leans up and reminds her, kissing her stomach, and she plants her hands, then presses up and grabs his shoulder, smearing pink down his back. “Oh, you wanted more of that?”

“Don’t tease me, the paint will dry,” she whines, and he spreads her thighs wider with his elbows and licks her pussy quickly, until she’s squirming against the canvas and panting for more. “Come here, come here.”

He’s not ready for that, though, paint or not, wants her to come from this; he takes his hands off of her, dips them in the paint again and presses down, then puts his hands under her ass and brings her closer so he can fuck her with his tongue, quick and deep and slick.

“Aaron, Aaron, god.” She slides her hands down his arms, over his neck, digs her nails in when she comes moaning like music.

While she catches her breath, so gorgeous, she sticks her arms out like she’s making a snow angel, and he catches her while she’s off guard and turns her onto her stomach, puts his hands on the smears of paint he’s already left on her ass, and slides inside.

“Oh my god; I was trying to impress you with this sexy art project, but you’re rocking my world.” She’s breathless, pressing back into his thrusts and painting with her entire body. God, he loves her mind.

“You know I always take your projects very seriously,” he says, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, and she groans, laughs.

“Yes you do. From the side? Let’s lay diagonally.” They shift, and he hooks his chin over her shoulder, kisses her neck and huffs hot against her hair. “Hmm, love it like this,” she sighs, and she reaches back to press her hand to his hip, holding him while he moves inside her. “I love you.”

“Love you. I want you to finish on top of me,” he instructs with a wet kiss to her throat, and she nods against his lips.

“Yeah, next; I’m getting close.” A few more strokes and she gets up onto her knees, lets him lay back, propped up on his arms, and climbs on top of him; she kisses him slow and dirty and then runs her hands over him, sits back on his dick and glides up and down. “You wanna come like this too? I owe you a little world rocking,” she says with a flick of her tongue over his bottom lip, and he nods, squeezes her thigh.

“It’s the least you can do after making me move all the heavy furniture.” She rolls her eyes but kisses his chin, down his throat, and bounces harder on him, all delicious eye contact and moans. “Mmm. Just like that, baby, come for me.”

“Fuck. I will, I will.” She wraps a hand around the back of his neck, kisses him kind of rough and with lots of tongue, and then tips her head back and climaxes, clenches, wrings his orgasm out of him so quickly it’s almost jarring. “Oh, yes Aaron. So good,” she mumbles, and then he lays back, out of breath, and she slides out of his lap and lays beside him, out of breath too.

After a moment, she looks over at him, smiles, and swipes a pink fingertip over his cheek.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done with anyone. I’m glad I got to do it with you.” He rolls on top of her, presses a kiss to her nose, and nods.

“Me too. You know,” he adds after a moment, “my bedroom could use some artwork, too.” She grins, wraps her arms around him and squeezes tight.

“You’re right; I think we should do yours in blue: liberty, that’s dark blue; periwinkle, that’s light blue; maybe steel gray, too.”

“You’re the expert. I’m just your paintbrush.” Her hands smooth up his back, and contentment washes over him like a warm breeze.

“Hmm. I like the sound of that. Want to get cleaned up?”

Cleaning up is almost as fun as making the mess, because they’re well and truly covered, and when the canvas dries, the sunset colors are almost as beautiful as the ones she used the first time he ever saw her paint. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul @ssamorganhotchner @heliotropehotch @angelhotchner @qtip-blog @gspenc

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Tip The Ferrymen Masterpost

This post is to help mobile users navigate the comic while also giving some information to new comers! Please read this post IN IT’S ENTIRETY before sending any questions to @toonbly

MOBILE USERS: Please keep in mind you need to use your BROWSER APP to navigate this comic. The Tumblr mobile app will NOT navigate the links properly.

“Tip The Ferrymen” is a Paranormal Mystery webcomic created by @toonbly that updates on Fridays. It was originally uploaded on Feburary 28th 2022 on Tapas and can still be read there!

What makes you "you?"

In the world of Elysium City, the answer to that question can grant you magical abilities. Specs are powers rooted in your very being, and for one Nathan Vargas, that means having the ability to see and speak to ghosts.

That used to matter to him, before he retired from paranormal investigation.

But when the spirits of Elysium start going missing, Nathan must take up the helm as Elysium's ferryman once more to rescue the ones that are most forgotten.

As Nathan journeys through the remnants of a life he's long left behind him, he's forced to ask himself: What parts of himself did he leave behind with it? TTF updates on Fridays!

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What content warnings should I be aware of?

Content warnings are spelled out on a page before the comic begins! But just in case you missed it: Ghosts/General paranormal happenings, fire, indepth discussions of mental health (particularly PTSD), death, missing persons, loss of identity, depictions of abelism (specifically abelist abuse against an autistic individual), etc. While Tip The Ferrymen is a webcomic about overcoming adversity and trauma, I understand these topics may be upsetting to some readers, so please mind yourself while reading! Your mental health matters more than a silly webcomic.

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Every Friday!

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What pages have IDs?

Any pages after 11/2/2022 will have IDs in the alt text for images. I’m currently going back and adding IDs to older pages.

As of 11/2/2022, all older pages up to Page 3 have image IDs.

Why is the IDs format inconsistent?

Tumblr currently allows users to directly add IDs to images, BUT it won't allow me to add them to images that have already been posted. So, until this is fixed, I'm gonna be putting the image IDs in the text portions of older pages instead. So if things seem a bit inconsistent, that's why!

Does Ferrymen’s website use image IDs?

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hi! i just came across your page the other day and i’ve read all of your drabbles and stories multiple times lol! so for my ask, i would love it if you did a college AU with popularjock!jk and have it be similar to the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’. some angst with smut and a happy ending if possible! oh and bestfriendjimin! as well :) hope this is not too much to request! ily

At the stroke of Midnight

Pairing: Jungkook x f reader

Summary: One popular boy + One 'uncool' girl + One school dance + One necklace left behind = A cinderella story.

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Smut / Cinderella au / A Cinderella story au / comedy / popular jock jungkook / best friend Jimin

Warnings: Suggestive language / sex

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Word Count: 4k

Beta reader: @casuallyimagining

A/N: I am so sorry this has taken me so long! I had no clue about this film, so writing this entailed some research and me watching the movie...twice haha. I really hope I did it justice for you and you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!

"So, what's prince charming saying now that's so much more important than your best friend?" Jimin pouts, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

You flush slightly. "He wants to meet." Grimacing at the words.

"And that's a problem, why?"

You bury your head in your hands. "Because I'm me and I'm certainly no one special, what if he's disappointed?" You groan, the dilemma churning your gut and making you feel like your breakfast could make a second appearance.

"Hey," Jimin scoots closer to you along the bench and throws an arm around your shoulder. "No best friend of mine gets away with speaking about herself like that. You are lovely, and if he thinks you're anything other than amazing, there's something wrong with him and he needs to be studied in a lab."

You laugh in spite of yourself, hearing Jimin’s words rattle around in your brain, knowing that you should not be this hard on yourself. You lean into his snug embrace.

You open up Tumblr and stare at the conversation between you and @gameoverguk. Your favourite gaming blog you’ve followed for ages, by chance seeing your gaming fan art and following you back was one thing, but conversing with him and finding out that he also attended your school was a completely different matter. Trying to solve the equation of who this mysterious creator might be is harder than you thought. And the way he converses with you, so open and honest and sweet, that had to narrow it down surely?

Something slams into your back, pain immediately in its wake. You and Jimin turn to see the popular boy of your university, Jungkook, gawking at you and his best friend Taehyung in hysterics.

Jimin looks down in the grass behind you at the offending apple and calls, “Hey, watch it guys.”

“Really sorry!” Jungkook calls over, a slight dusting of scarlet across his cheeks but looks like he’s also fighting a laugh. It burns you how someone so smug can still be so handsome, and you hate yourself for even thinking about him in any way other than the airhead jock that he is.

Taehyung jogs over and picks it up, still somewhat amused. “What, didn’t your crystal ball tell you that was gonna happen?” He says to you, loud enough for everyone in a mile radius to hear.

You cringe inwardly, attempting to fight your embarrassment.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one of the top athletes in this university? And you can’t even catch an apple.” Jimin snarks in your defense.

His face drops as he looks like he’s about to take a step towards you both.

“Tae!” Jungkook calls, an air of command in his voice, breaking the tense air as he looks away from you ruefully. Walking off with Taehyung following, eating his apple and laughing between bites.

“Ignore them.” Jimin says sternly. “Speaking of, are you working tonight?”

Your face falls into an unamused expression, as if he even had to ask.

You were working so much you were almost taking residence at your step-mums 'magic shop', as everyone called it.

He smiles at you, his nose wrinkling, and you can’t help your face softening.

“Ok, ok, my bad. Can I swing by later? I need some more incense.”

You shrug, grabbing your bag and chucking it over your shoulder. “Sure. I’d be glad of the company to be honest.”

“Ooooh, maybe we could do a seance?”

You glare at him and head off to class causing his melodious laugh to ring out around you.

Sitting in the bleachers after class, with your sketchpad and pencil, the perfect view of the city line and the departing sun staring back at you, you sketch away. The pencil etching fast across your paper as you manage to block out the sounds of the team practicing and their bodies crashing against each other.

Long after you've lost yourself in your landscape, fingers grey and shiny from shading, you neglect to hear some of the team members leaving, climbing over the seats and headed in your direction. That is until your pad is snatched from underneath you as you frantically grapple for it, without success.

"You know, this isn't where the nerds hang out." Taehyung smirks at his two other buddies, clearly impressed with himself.

You let out a bored sigh. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you owned the bleachers." Your words drip with sarcasm.

His face drops and a mean glare spreads across his features as he throws your drawing pad in the air. You watch helplessly as the pages flutter in the wind as it flies away and disappears under the stands.

"Have a nice night." He says quietly, an attempt to be intimidating, as him and his friends leave.

Your veins alight with fury, hands balled into fists at your sides. You wanted to stamp your feet like a petulant child. This isn't fair. Why you?

It's only then you notice Jeon Jungkook standing on the field watching. Embarrassment suddenly extinguishes your angry flames as he breaks your gaze first, walking off under the bleachers. You grab your bag to leave for work before you suffer any more humiliation.

As you reach the last step you yelp with surprise as Jungkook appears suddenly in your view, you manage to steel yourself before tumbling into him.

You stare at him, wishing he'd get on with it and tease you so you can go...but it doesn't come. Instead he hands you your sketchpad, gently dusting off the pages.

You take it, a hesitant, "thanks," ghosts from your lips.

"I'm sorry about him." He says quietly.

You shrug. "Not your fault, I guess."

Seconds tick by as you both stare awkwardly at each other, unsure what else could be said.

"You're pretty. I-I mean, it-it's pretty." He stammers, tapping the unfinished sketch in your book. "You're very talented."

Your cheeks flush an undignified fuchsia as you duck your head slightly, letting your hair hide you. "Thank you."

He offers you a weak smile before giving you a halfhearted wave and jogging off across the field, leaving you watching his back, perplexed at the exchange you've had.

You stare at your messages, every moment he can see you're online and not replying makes your cheeks flush crimson and makes your mind run frantic.

Meet me at the Happy Holidays dance.

Could you?

It’s the first holiday dance your university has put on--one you had no intention of going to, because you frankly didn't need the added teasing from the popular kids. It is a masquerade ball however, so no one had to know it was you, you could fall pleasantly under the radar.

Were you really considering this?

What did you have to lose? You can hide behind the comfort of your mask. If he discovers it's you, it's his problem if he doesn't like that, Jimin is absolutely right.

Ok. Where will I find you?

You press send and chuck your phone down, throwing your head in your pillow to scream. Did you actually just do that!? No taking it back now, it's out there.

When you hear your text tone sound you scramble quickly back to it.

By the old sundial outside. At 10.00?

You grin dorkishly at your phone, typing a quick reply.

Sure. See you then.

You call your number one speed dial, two rings in and Jimin's voice sounds.

"I was just going to call you, how strange. Listen, do you remember that time I-?"

"I'm in need of some urgent assistance. I just agreed to go to the holiday dance!"

He cackles excitedly on the other end. "I'll be right over!"

As you step out of Jimin's car you have to lift your ice blue dress up to avoid the floor...and tripping. How Jimin pulled this costume together in time, you'll never know, he's taking that secret to the grave.

You swallow the nervous lump in your throat and adjust your matching lace mask, making sure it's comfortable.

"Ok, go get him tiger." He roars, as he swipes a clawed hand in front of you.

You giggle at his silly antics and take a deep breath before giving him a final nod and heading into the dance.

From the moment you walk in, you want to go home. This is a bad idea. He won't be interested when he finds out it's really you.

You have no time to continue your anguished thoughts as you get swept up in the crowd, fighting your way through to grab a drink. Standing to the side and surveying everyone's costumes, noticing a lot of dark or bright colour choices, you being one of the only people in a pale colour, making you stand out more. Something you were definitely hoping to avoid.

A few songs later and the clock in the hall catches your eye, noticing you had fifteen minutes until you meet your mystery man.

You head outside, footsteps echoing along the cobbled floor, and see that the outside is empty save for a few smoking and talking.

You get to the large, metal sundial and wait. Stomach churning from the butterflies that swarm wildly inside.

"Blue hour artist?" You hear your Tumblr tag spoken behind you and freeze.

You're about to meet him, come face to face with the person who understands you more than anyone, who opens up to you in ways most people wouldn't and who's creativity knows no bounds.

You turn slowly, not knowing who to expect but definitely not who you're faced with.

"Jeon Jungkook!? You're 'game over guk'?" You ask, your mouth popped open in shock.

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "that's not fair, you're wearing a mask. How will I know who you are?"

You stare at him, trying to find words to answer his question, but the fact that it's him stood before you blows you away.

How could this be? The person you've been talking to online is the complete opposite to Jungkook and yet, here he is, one and the same.

"You'll h-have to guess." You try to get yourself together.

His mouth stretches into a toothy smile. "Ok, how about we play '21 questions' to help me guess?"

You nod, playing with your fingernails out of nerves.

"Do you want to sit down?" He asks, looking over at one of the benches.

"Um, no, I'd rather walk, if you don't mind?"

"Oh, sure." He agrees eagerly and you head off down the pathway around the building.

A few awkward side glances between the two of you and he finally asks, "Do we have any classes together?"

"No."

"Ok, narrows it down slightly."

You take this opportunity to look at what he's wearing and he's every part the Prince charming. In a white satin shirt, with light blue trousers and a one shoulder half capelet to match, complete with silver, trim detail. Surprisingly similar to your choice of dress, what a strange coincidence.

"You take art I assume?" He asks, into the comfortable silence.

You nod. "That's an obvious one." You refer to your Tumblr page full of your fan art and projects.

He smiles bashfully and your stomach flips at the sight, feeling like a true-life Disney princess with heart eyes and birds singing above your head.

"I don't know many girls in art." He admits,

"Ok, what about outside uni, do you go to any popular hangouts?"

Your cheeks flush, knowing you're admitting how dorky and uncool you are. "Nope."

"Ok, harder than I thought." He laughs, revealing his perfect teeth again. "Do you have a job?"

Nodding again, you play with the hem of your lace sleeve, channeling your nerves into the action.

As you're about to answer, your heel gets stuck in between the paving stone, causing you to buckle. Panic strikes you. You cannot fall over and embarrass yourself! Not when finding out who you are will be embarrassing enough. Luckily, you steady yourself against a nearby lamppost before falling on your face but at the cost of leaving your shoe stuck in the ground.

You tuck your leg up under your dress, steadying yourself against the street light, directly underneath the assaulting brightness, illuminating you like a spotlight.

Jungkook rushes over to your lonesome blue stiletto and retrieves it before crouching on one knee in front of you.

You stare at him, eyes wide and alarmed by his sudden closeness as he holds out your shoe in the most sincere way.

You bring your foot down and arch it back into its rightful holster. As you do, his fingertips graze your ankle, sending a flush of heat cascading up your body and neck, stopping only at your hairline.

He lingers there, looking up at you with huge doe eyes, but with a severe intensity you've never noticed from him before.

His fingers skate up your leg slightly as he rises, sending a delicious shiver through you. His fingers tips hint at your hand, you yearn to reach out and hold it, as he stands mere centimeters away from you. His intoxicating scent swirling around you like your own personal hurricane, taking your composed state and tearing through it, leaving it whimpering weakly on the ground. His face is too close to yours and yet not close enough. You feel feverish from his proximity and yet you need him closer to sate your heat.

Your breast vibrates from the aggressive pounding of your heart. Having him here on his knees in front of you, something not even acceptable in your wildest dreams and yet, here he is.

The person you've gotten to know so well, such a contrast to the person you've seen around campus. But then again, he seems to like the person he's gotten to know too, maybe he won't be as disappointed when he realises who you are? Maybe you can kid yourself into thinking that.

A chiming sounds in the distance, barely there and yet it creeps further into your subconscious.

"Your phone is ringing." He whispers, his breath tickling your face, as his eyes still blaze into yours.

'My phone. My phone? Oh, my phone!' Your muddled thoughts clear themselves enough for you to understand his words. You pull it out of your little silver handbag and see Jimin's number on screen.

"Hello?" You ask, staring dreamily at Jungkook who is rooted firmly in his spot.

"Ok, I apologise if you're throat-deep around prince charming’s dick but I really need to make it home before midnight so my dad doesn't turn me into a pumpkin...and by that I mean, pounded, pulped and pressed into pumpkin pie."

You snap out of it suddenly, realising Jimin's words and not wanting him to get in trouble because of you. "Of course. I'm coming, right now."

Jungkook's eyes flit back to reality with a deep frown. His hand clasps yours as you hang up and tuck your phone back into your bag. Your legs, already moving towards the front entrance where he would be waiting.

"Wait," Jungkook's pleading pierces right into your chest, feeling your resolve bubble up to the surface, enticing you to stay and see where the night takes you. But you don't.

"I can't, I have to go." You say, gently slipping your hand from his and jogging elegantly to the front parking lot.

When you see Jimin's dads silver Rolls Royce, you're suddenly eager to get in and share your news.

"So...did you meet him!?" An excited Jimin shakes your arm as you close the door behind you.

"Yes. You will never guess who he is." You fasten your belt and Jimin pulls off quickly, both of you wincing as he narrowly misses a barrier post on the way out of the campus.

"Who?"

You smile to yourself, heart fit to burst. "Jeon Jungkook."

Jimin's foot taps on the brakes, lurching you forward.

"I'm sorry. What?" He turns to you, eyes wider than you've ever seen them. "As in, popular boy, sex god Jungkook?"

You scoff. "Who told you he was a sex god?"

"I'm making assumptions. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." He grins as he elbows you in the ribs and sets off driving you home, while excitement rapidly blooms inside you.

You dropped your necklace.

You read the words over and over, unsure what your response should be. You needed that necklace. The simple silver chain holding the tiny teardrop pearl. It was all you had left of your dad. When he died, your step-mother sold most of his things, including gifts he bought for you. This was your last, most cherished item. The only reason you were allowed to keep it is that you were wearing it at the time and you haven't taken it off since. Losing it had your chest aching. You stared at Jungkook's last message until sleep over took you.

Monday morning. Eyes gritty and burning, you wake to the sea of sleep trying to entice you back to its darkening depths but you fight your fluttering eyelids and get ready for a new day.

How are you going to look at Jungkook now? You should tell him who you are. Yes, you'll do that and get your necklace back and it'll be happily ever after.

Only it won't.

From your experience happily ever after doesn't happen for most people, even accomplished, brilliant, beautiful people. You're entirely average and ordinary, why would it happen for you?

By the time you get to campus, your manic mind has been changed numerous times. You decide to wait until you see him, which you spend every moment of your arrival scanning the faces that pass you.

"Hey, hey, Jelly Bean. Looking for me?" Jimin's cheerful face comes into full view, distracting you.

He's clearly unimpressed with whatever expression you're portraying currently, as he pouts and turns to the sea of faces. "Clearly, I no longer matter, now you've got big dick Jungkook."

You hush him loudly, looking around to ensure there were no listening ears. "Firstly, I'm begging you, stop talking about his dick and secondly, stop being stupid."

He laughs at your stressed rant. "Ok, ok, jeez. Is he meeting you this morning?"

Your body tenses, knowing, already hearing the lecture he's about to scold you with.

"You didn't tell him, did you? He still has no idea it's you!?" He sighs, throwing his hands in the air dramatically, typical Jimin fashion. "I swear to god...If you don't tell him, I will."

Your head snaps over to him as you walk side by side into the building, glaring menacingly in his direction. "You wouldn't dare."

He shrugs. "Try me, scaredy cat."

You huff and scrub at your tired eyes. "Let me just get through my classes then we shall discuss this."

He laughs as he tussles your hair and heads off in the opposite direction.

Your day passes fairly quickly, even though your struggle to stay awake during lectures only grows.

You do not see Jungkook, which is not unusual as you're not even in the same wings of the building most of the time.

Jimin's frantic waving has you puzzled as a deep frown creases your brow as you walk towards him, his jumping and pointing most unusual. It's only when you see a set of hands directly in front of you and feel your necklace land on your chest as it's draped across your collar bones, that you stop in your tracks.

Those hands, warm at the back of your neck and a mouth next to your ear saying, "I told you I'd look after it and return it." Unmistakably Jungkook's voice whispers in your ear making you quiver.

When his hands are gone you look down and find relief washing over you with the familiar feel of your necklace, having felt bare and empty without it.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages?" He asks, stepping in front of you with a big bunny smile.

Wide eyed with shock, your mouth gapes open with the slow realization that he is, in fact, talking to you. "How-how did you…" Words fail you as you frantically think of any way you might have let slip your identity but coming up empty.

"How did I know it was you?" He asks, mouth pulled on one side in a smile. "When you dropped your necklace as you left the dance, I recognized it instantly. "

"Wh-what?" You squeak out. You attempt to swallow your confusion enough to form a coherent sentence. "On what planet would someone like you notice anything about someone like me."

A look of hurt flashes across his face, almost as if you'd slapped him as he takes a step towards you, a hair's width away now. "How could I not notice you? You're beautiful and smart, you don't follow the crowd and you're kind to everyone, I've noticed everything the last two years. I've just never spoken to you properly because….well...what do I have to offer someone like you, with endless talents and interests, a charming personality to boot and just when I think that's all there is, I discover something else about you. I'm just the school jock, popularity gets me opportunities, I don't have to work hard for anything...I feel...inferior to you. Worthless."

Your heart aches, hearing the words you feel escaping his mouth. How could that be possible? How on earth could he be so utterly mistaken, so completely wrong about himself?

"But gameoverguk is nothing like that person you're describing. If that's truly who you are?" You question quietly.

He nods, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to him.

"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook, I'm a gamer geek, I'm good at sports, I enjoy bike rides on the weekend and finding new food spots and I'd really like to take you out sometime...if you'll let me."

You feel your lips stretch into an undeniable grin. "Nice to finally meet you Jungkook. I'd love to."

As you aim the plastic machine gun, keeping it steady in your armpit and pointed towards the screen, you and Jungkook race through the game, taking down your enemies at every chance. When your team name, "Blue Hour Gamer" flashes in neon letters on screen as the winners, your hollering and hooting fill the arcade.

You don't even care that people are watching, not when you jump up and high five each other or when that high five turns into a hug, or when that hug very quickly turns into a kiss. You don't care.

You pull away quickly, embarrassment finding its way to dust your cheeks scarlet. Until you feel his hand press your lower back to him, your bodies crushing together and moving in perfect sync, making their own rhythm and inviting you to sing with it.

Heat blazes inside you like a wildfire, capturing everything else in its path and turning into thoughtless ash in the wind. Nothing else mattered, just him, his lips against yours, his hands on your skin, caressing so gently and yet setting your skin aflame.

Before you knew it, you were at his small, studio apartment, realising you had no clue he lived alone but thankful for that just the same.

When your back finds the bed, you sink into it, disappearing into a cloud of euphoria as he roams your body, slow and meaningful. Every touch makes you feel things you never have before, and every movement brings you closer to the edge of the precipice.

The way his mouth feels on you as he explores your body sends sparks of electricity racing through you. The way he feels inside you with each perfect, controlled movement lights you up like the sunrise after dark, warming you with its rays as you stare off the cliff edge and brace yourself for the impact. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks deeply into your eyes, something so sweet and pure in the action that your chest swells with emotion. His forehead touches yours as he moves in perfect time with your pounding heart. Suddenly you're falling, everything going past in a rush before crashing onto a sea of ecstasy, writhing and moaning until your climax subsides and his has joined in unison.

A tender kiss on your head, his arm winding around you, pulling you to him and encasing you in the perfect safety net is enough. Maybe he'll be your happily ever after, after all.

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2

gif creds to @iconicspearb ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart.

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess.

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends.

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!”

“SpearB?!”

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!”

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis.

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else.

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip.

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal.

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air.

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented.

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement.

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage.

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice.

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.”

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special.

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings.

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy.

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding.

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax.

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing.

He was fucking mesmerizing.

He hadn’t even said a word.

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery.

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics.

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you.

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club.

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours.

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief.

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that?

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles.

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you.

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...”

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.”

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?”

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.”

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?”

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.”

“Heh, you’re probably right.”

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.”

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.”

“Want one of us to walk you home?”

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good.

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.”

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks.

“Of course.”

“Okay...don’t forget!”

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs.

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead.

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips.

Or was it one right and two lefts?

The street lights blurred into green and white lines.

I should be there shouldn’t I?

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill.

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night?

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard.

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees.

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--”

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again.

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?”

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask.

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?”

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs.

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?”

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours.

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.”

“--You need someone to walk you home?”

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain.

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.”

“Are you luring me right now?”

“What?! No!”

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before.

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?”

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment.

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.”

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches.

“Hey! What the--”

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?”

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous.

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly.

“All done. Better?”

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think.

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--”

“--Have I met you before?”

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.”

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?”

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.”

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them.

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention.

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.”

“That’s honorable.”

“You rather me do something else?”

“You want me to continue being respectful?”

“Do you want to be?”

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.”

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.”

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it.

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you.

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg.

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough.

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.”

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good.

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip.

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more.

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants.

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls.

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere.

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.”

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping.

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging.

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing.

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?”

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion.

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little.

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--”

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther.

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together.

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms.

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--”

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other.

“Are you okay?”

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids.

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--”

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?”

“I-I think so.”

“Did it feel good?”

“It felt...so good.”

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you.

“You want me to do you now?”

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.”

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours.

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses.

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough.

“My turn now?”

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned.

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully.

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there.

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip.

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too?

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled.

“Ooo scary.”

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily.

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.”

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?”

“I don’t say please.”

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?”

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!”

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall.

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue.

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared.

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time.

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you.

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue.

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow.

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum.

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.”

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you.

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?”

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face.

“You like how it feels like this then?”

“...yes.”

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.”

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration.

“You’re perfect.” He echoed.

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair.

“You’re perfect.”

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.”

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.”

“Very funny.”

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were.

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.”

╚ ——————————————— ��

AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Stalker X Stalker, Part 11

First

Perma tag: @nathleigh @peachmuses

Stalker x Stalker taglist: @aespades @jayjayspixiepop @blueslushgueen @fan-written @seraphichana @nerd-nowandforever @toodaloo-kangaroo

Plot? What's that? I only know domestic fluff

She really didn’t know what to think when Tim asked to move in for a second time the next morning.

On the one hand, it felt like she was taking advantage of him. He’d seen her get shot and she doubted he’d really thought rationally since.

On the other hand… he essentially lived there already and it would do a lot to alleviate the anxiety the both of them had...

She rubbed her eyes -- ha, as if she hadn’t been awake the whole night to make sure he hadn’t had nightmares -- for an excuse to look away while she thought. What should she do? She would be lying if she said she didn’t want him to move in, she knew that was clouding her judgement, but even if she recognized her bias it wasn’t easy to just put it aside.

She sighed lightly and lowered a hand from her eyes. Tim looked really cute after having just woken up with his hair all messy and his eyes half lidded and one of his cheeks slightly flatter where he’d been resting his head against her and who can really say no to that face?

… well, Marinette supposed that would allow both of them to relax a little...

She let her hands drop to rest on top of his.

“Sure, darling. If you want you can move in… but, if you ever want to move out, I won’t stop you. Just ask.”

He cracked a tiny smile. “The only time I’d ever move out of this place is if you were changing apartments.”

She snickered. “Where I go, you go?”

“You have no idea,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “You bats and your dumb cryptic sentences. Would it kill you guys to ever say a single thing directly?”

“Yes. I’m pretty sure that I would drop dead on the spot.”

Her lips twitched. “Oh yeah? Heart attack or sniper?”

“Can’t tell you. I would drop dead on the spot.”

“Damn. Foiled again by the… mystery cause of death!”

The smile on Tim’s face brightened and he looped his arms around her. “You’d save me.”

“Oh? And miss out on my chance to get that rich boy money you probably gave me in your will?”

He schooled his face back into a serious look. “I see. I’ll have to write you out of my will, then. Make sure you bring me back.”

“Nooooooooo! My scheme! Ruined! Now how will I become a millionaire without trying?!”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, his face purposefully smug and hers pinched into a frown…

And then they broke character, giggles falling from their lips and smiles lighting up their faces. She tipped her head forward until it rested against his chest. He squeezed her tighter.

Then, to her surprise, he flopped back on the couch, pulling her with him. “Alright, sleepy time,” he said cheerfully.

“Darling --.”

“You didn’t sleep last night. Sleep.”

She pressed against his chest until she could sit up just enough to glare at him. “I have super strength. May not be as strong as Connor or anything but I can definitely get away from you if I wanted.”

“Of course.” A smug look made its way across his face. “But you wouldn’t hurt your darling, would you?”

She glared harder despite the slight reddening of her cheeks. His smirk didn’t waver.

Marinette huffed and dropped back down. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me.”

She didn’t respond to that, instead just grumbling ‘pillows don’t talk’ and letting herself finally nod off.

Having two perfectionists trying to figure out the layout of a limited living space might not have been their brightest idea. They should have, at least, gotten someone to help.

Instead they had brought out Marinette’s tape measure and mapped out the entire apartment on a sheet of paper and then made tiny shapes for the furniture. Now, they sat at the table, obsessively moving pieces around.

It could have been worse, of course. Neither of them were the type to hoard things. He wasn’t all that concerned with anything other than his clothes and his laptop. Marinette only cared about her clothes, video games, and baking tools -- all of which could be tucked away in the provided closets and cabinets with ease. If needed they could probably get by with nothing but a dresser and a pull out bed each.

So, yeah, their own personal living styles weren’t the problem…

It was their work. Who knew their workaholic tendencies would be their downfall (besides everyone, of course)? She needed a lot of space for her fabrics and mannequins to make sure nothing got damaged. Tim would need a lot of space for his supercomputer if he didn’t want to make the long trip to Bristol every night.

Speaking of the trip to Bristol! He needed a place to put his motorbike and his suit. Shit. He could find a place to park his bike if he tried, but… he started cutting out a piece for the suit.

Marinette saw him adding more stuff and her head hit the table.

He snickered a little and poked her hair until she, however reluctantly, picked her head back up to send him a halfhearted glare. He smiled, reaching over and plucking the tiny square of paper from where it had stuck itself to her forehead. A blush spread across her cheeks.

Then she happened to glance down and her annoyance was back in full force.

“We didn’t think this through,” she said.

His smile became more strained as he looked down at their map. “Moving sounds so easy on paper.”

“Maybe it’s easier for people who don’t have such complicated lives.”

“Yeah. You’re right. I’m quitting.”

“Aw, but then I’ll lose my patrol buddy! I’ll have to do everything with your siblings instead.”

His nose scrunched up. “God, no. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, you love your siblings.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know they’re the worst.”

She looked like she was going to argue, but then she tipped her head and nodded. “True.”

He snickered.

Their smiles disappeared quickly as they looked back at the layout of the apartment. Could they even fit all their stuff?

… wait, actually, could they?

He started shuffling things in and he realized that, if they wanted to have space to walk, there wasn’t enough room. No wonder they’d had so much trouble finding a layout that would work. It was literally impossible. They needed more space.

She hesitated slightly. “... what if we bought out the apartment next to this one for work? It could even double as a backup in case you ever decide you want to have a place of your own again.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Can we do that?”

“You’re rich, you could probably figure it out.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, yes, we can technically kick out the people next door but I’d kind of prefer if we didn’t displace random families.”

“I mean… we could always…” She made a stabbing motion.

He couldn’t laugh at that. Laughing at that would be bad. So he wouldn’t do that.

“Bean -- Mari -- no.”

“I’m just saying! We’d even get the apartment at a discount!”

Okay, he might have laughed a little.

… they didn’t end up stabbing anyone but, hey, if the family next door happened to get some huge scholarship courtesy of The Wayne Foundation that they didn’t remember applying for with the stipulation that they would have to move districts... then they just so happened to have a lucky break. Good for them.

Which meant that they only really needed to buy a desk, a dresser, and a bed.

So they went to Ikea! A boring place where no shenanigans ever happen!

… well, no shenanigans ever happen if you’re not a pair of vigilantes that bounce bad ideas off of each other like they were playing a particularly intense game of Don’t Let The Balloon Touch The Ground and the entire world would blow up if they dared to lose.

Speaking of things that touch the ground, the resident dumbasses should probably have kept their feet firmly planted on it.

Marinette squinted down the escalator. “Oh, they’re definitely going to kick us out.”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

“Maybe arrested.”

“Maybe that, too,” he said brightly, checking the pot over his head to make sure it wouldn’t come off.

“... the PR team is going to hate us,” she warned him.

“Absolutely.” He could feel the gaze on the back of his head, telling him that the employees had noticed them and, quite likely, knew what they were planning. “Ready?”

A grin spread across her face. “Of course.”

He smirked. “Good, because they’re coming.”

She glanced back at the employees making their way over to interfere.

“Threetwoonego!”

He pushed off with his foot, relishing in her indignant yelp, and grinned widely as he started the very bumpy ride that was snowboarding down an escalator. He’d thought he’d be more or less okay because he had been a skateboarder but it turns out that boarding down moving stairs is very different from boarding down flat planes. He let loose a string of curses as he struggled to hold the plank of wood to his feet and not die a very painful, very stupid death.

Marinette came whizzing past him, eyes wide and the tray she’d been using as a board somehow missing.

She met his eyes briefly and flashed a grin.

And then they crashed.

It was about as painful as one would expect. Tim was glad that he’d thought to give himself a pot-helmet-thing because it had cracked down the middle and he didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t done that.

And he was the lucky one. He got out with a few bruises and a better appreciation for his own life. Marinette was nursing an arm that looked like it was trying to imitate the escalator they had just slid down, lips pressed together tightly as tears threatened to escape.

He carefully crawled over to check for any other injuries that might have been less noticeable.

She grinned up at him, either because he was currently checking to see if her teeth were all in place or to be smug. What she could currently be smug about, though, he had no clue…

“You’re so stupid,” he told her, just in case she wasn’t already aware.

Her smug grin remained even after he had removed the finger from her mouth. “You’re just mad that I won.”

“... sorry?” He hadn’t even been thinking about their impromptu race, too concentrated on the whole ‘making sure they hadn’t just died’ thing, and it took a moment for his brain to catch up. Then he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, won a pretty new cast, maybe.”

She snickered. “You had to cheat and you still didn’t even win. How does it feel to suck?”

“Probably still better than it feels to have a broken arm.”

She sat up. “It’s fine, I’ll live.”

He snorted. “You bet you will. I’m going to bubble wrap the whole apartment.”

“You can’t babyproof the place! We don’t even have kids yet!”

Before he could question her use of the word ‘yet’, the employees managed to get their attention. They were trying to get down the currently very broken escalator and the one that was currently going the wrong way for them. Despite this, the two of them had only a minute max before they reached them.

Marinette and Tim locked eyes.

“Run?” She suggested.

He was already getting to his feet. He dropped a business card for the employees and turned to her.

He grabbed her good hand and they sprinted out of the store, smiles lighting up their faces and laughter spilling from their lips. The poor employees hadn’t stood a chance of catching the two vigilantes, even injured as they were. They knew the city like the back of their hands and were able to weave in and out of side streets and alleyways without much thought.

Once they were sure that no one was following them -- leaving a store unattended in Gotham was a terrible idea and Tim had left a card for them to call -- she tugged him to hide between two buildings.

They squeezed into the tiny space and leaned into each other for support while they struggled to catch their breath. Her good hand came up to grip his shirt. He rested his forehead against the wall above her.

She lifted her gaze to his and he wished she hadn’t because he’d already been out of breath enough before she’d done that but now here was staring into her blue eyes, the corners crinkled in a way that had become so familiar to him over the past few months, and god… all he could think about was all the stories that described how time stopped when you fell in love… and how those stories couldn’t be more wrong. He would have hated for that to happen because if time stopped then he would have to see that perfect smile of hers in anything but real time and he doubted that it would have looked nearly as beautiful without the way her shoulders shook with barely restrained laughter or the slight fluttering of her lashes or the steady pinkening of her cheeks.

She finally gave a little puff of laughter. “What?”

He blinked once, trying to bring himself back to what was going on. “Oh, I was just thinking…”

“Oh? Don’t strain yourself.”

He smiled. “I was just going to say something nice but instead I’ll insult you on your stealth. You’d be a terrible criminal, laughing during your getaway.”

She rolled her eyes. “You laughed, too.”

“Yeah, but when I did it it was super cool and professional.”

“Ah, I see. How could I not have noticed it before?”

He snickered. “Well, if today has proved anything, it’s that you are not, in fact, the world’s greatest detective.”

She grinned. “You were the one that put the pot on my head originally.”

“You came up with the idea to go down the escalators like that.”

“You agreed.”

“You -- I -- shut up,” he complained, sending her a glare.

She smiled at him until he pretty much had no choice but to smile back, letting his head fall the last few inches to press his forehead against hers.

Her hand gripped his shirt a little tighter.

He moved his hands from the wall to her waist.

They stood there, letting time pass them by, searching each other's eyes for some sort of answer to the question neither of them could bring themselves to ask aloud. He bit his lip, trying to swallow down his anxiety.

Her eyes flicked to his lips, her own parted as if to say something, before she seemed to think better of it.

She closed the gap. His heart skipped a beat at the feather-soft feeling of her lips against his and he let his eyes flutter shut. She teased his lip out from between his teeth with her own.

And then she pulled back just slightly.

He opened his eyes just enough to see her shy smile and the blush lighting up her face.

“You… you really have to stop doing that. They’ll get chapped --.”

He pressed forward again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was far more desperate than the last. She gasped quietly and he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. The hand fisted in his shirt slid up to wrap around the back of his neck, dragging him even closer. He pressed her back against the wall, a hand trailing up to tangle itself in her hair, trying to reach more --.

She brought her bad arm up to cradle his face and then yelped in pain.

He jumped back. Right. Broken arm. Looks like a staircase. Not good.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh… let’s get you treated.”

Marinette ended up with a pink cast and an order to stay home for at least a week.

She pouted, resting her head back against the couch as she watched him shuffle around in search of his second shoe (it was tucked behind her back, but he didn’t need to know that). “I’m not a child, you guys can’t just ground me,” she complained for what felt like the millionth time.

Tim rolled his eyes. “We all have to do it when we break bones unless it’s an all hands on deck situation. Been like that since even before I was Robin.”

“But B goes out with broken bones all the time!”

“That’s different.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“It is. If there is a situation where B can be a hypocrite he will do it”

Marinette scoffed. “And you’re allowed out because…?”

He started counting off on his fingers. “None of my bones are broken, my job requires me to leave, I don’t get in trouble 9/10 times I leave the house… should I go on?”

“Last one is a lie,” she mumbled.

“No, I only get in trouble, like, 8/10 times I leave.”

It was hard to maintain her glare. She settled for sticking her tongue out at him like the mature adult she was. He returned it, despite the fact that he was also an adult according to the law.

He grinned and came to sit next to her on the couch. She shifted around until she was leaning against him instead of the couch, legs tangling with his.

He didn’t say anything about the blatant attempt at trapping him there with her. Instead, he leaned closer to her face and said: “Speaking of leaving, do you happen to know where my other shoe is?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Why do I get the feeling that you already know where it is?”

He snickered. “I know you, Bean. So, can I have it back?”

“Hm… I don’t know…” she said, twirling his tie around her hand.

He let her pull him down for a kiss. She giggled against his lips as his hands ghosted over her in search of the missing shoe. She kept her good hand at his collar as a kind of silent promise that she wouldn’t -- couldn’t -- move the shoe, even throwing her bad arm around his neck just in case.

He pulled away a few moments later, squinting at her suspiciously. “I’m beginning to suspect I’ve been tricked.”

Her eyes widened in mock innocence. “Me? Trick you? I could never.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, where is it?”

She glanced at the time and smirked. “I guess you’ve earned it…” She pulled her foot out from between the couch cushions to show him the shoe she had hastily slipped on when he’d gotten close.

He scoffed lightly and slipped it off. “Y’know, if I had literally one of the most common fetishes in the world that wouldn’t have worked.”

“But you don’t, so it did,” she chirped with a cheeky grin.

“Guess that’s true…” He pecked her lips one last time before pulling his shoe on and she grinned as she watched him head to the door.

Only to stop a little short because of a knock.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced back. “Are one of my siblings coming over?”

She pressed her lips together thinly to keep herself from laughing. “It’s not any of their normal times. I just figured that, if I had to be home alone all day and couldn’t really do any work because my stupid cast, I should at least keep busy while you were gone.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped forward and opened the door to reveal a delivery guy with three giant boxes. The furniture they had ordered from Ikea had arrived.

He signed for them and then turned to glare at her. ��You planned all this so I couldn’t go.”

“I mean… you could always leave me here to do them myself.” She batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “Of course, my broken arm will make it a little difficult but I’m sure I’ll manage.”

She had been stared down by Batman in full kevlar, she could handle the glare Tim gave her in his slightly messy work suit.

Then, he sighed. “Do you have a backup plan?”

“Obviously. Don’t think you’ll like that one as much.”

He scowled. “You’re really this determined to not be home alone?”

“Oh, no, this is about getting B to allow me out. Trapping you and your siblings here is just a means to that end.”

“You’re going to be trapping my siblings here, too?”

She grinned. “Yep. They show up all the time, might as well use that.”

His shoulders slumped a little.

She giggled. “If I have to stay inside all the time then so do you guys. It’s the rules.”

And, so, she reached for him until he pressed a short kiss to her lips.

Then, they got to work. Or, rather, he did. She had been relegated to just sitting nearby and helping him figure out how to build it.

She took a few pictures for their public accounts as necessary: a picture of him with three screws poking out of his mouth while he tried to figure out the weird L-shaped tool he’d been given, a picture of the two of them staring at the instruction sheet with confused frowns on their faces (taken by Tikki), Vanelope enjoying the boxes the stuff had come in, what was definitely not a thirst pic of Tim, and then the finished furniture in the apartment.

It was there, right before she was about to post it, that she realized that she hadn’t actually publicly followed any of the Waynes. She squinted at her bio, which proclaimed that she would only follow people she genuinely liked, and then at the ten people she had followed. The internet would notice if she suddenly followed eight more people.

“Darling?”

He peeked an eye open from where he was relaxing on the couch and then raised an arm for her. She took his hand and smiled a little when he pulled her into his lap so he could hug her like a pillow.

Then she pulled a more serious look to her face. “Do you want to go public or not?”

He buried his face in her neck. “Sure.”

“... not even gonna think about it?”

He shrugged. “They’re going to suspect it no matter what. Especially since we were goofing around in an Ikea of all places and you’re uploading pictures of me helping you with furniture.”

She nodded slightly. “I know, but I don’t have to upload them.”

There was a long silence as they considered their options.

Eventually he just sighed and tightened his grip on her. “I’ll go with anything you want to do, Bean.”

She relaxed slowly and, hesitantly, she sent him the photos. “Here, you can upload them, too. Might as well make it public on both of our accounts.”

He picked his head up slightly to check out the pictures. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her shoulder at the picture of Vanelope. “This one is nice.”

She snickered. “All cats are cute, obviously it would make a nice picture.”

He hummed his agreement. “No offense to you, you’re cute and all, but the cat definitely wins the cutest here.”

“I’m not offended at all. We could never beat that.”

Then, she got an idea.

“Except… maybe… want a picture of us kissing for the reveal?”

“I’ll take any excuse,” he said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes even as she felt her face warm. “You don’t need an excuse to kiss me, dumbass.”

Now it was his turn to blush. Yay, revenge.

… also, it would be cute for the picture if they were both a little red for it.

She twisted in his lap to press a kiss to his lips. His hands came up to cradle her face. She threw her bad arm around his neck, fingers threaded in his hair.

Her camera clicked. They ignored it.

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