#also this drabble happens a bit before she meets red for the first time in this verse uvu

[crazyunsexycool]

What was Ransom's feelings when reader first got in touch with him? Was he like "omg" or "wtf" when he seen she was getting in touch

The call

Let’s make this a drabble!!

Warning: none really, maybe a bit of asshole Ransom, and some angst?

“Maybe when you stop thinking with your dick and your ideas aren’t shit I’ll take them seriously.” Ransom snapped.

“Watch your mouth you ungrateful son of a bitch.”

“Eat shit Walt.” Ransom slammed the door to the conference room shut behind him. Everyone made sure to move out of the way lest they get caught in his wrath.

Ransom stalked toward his office with that permanent scowl on his face. He didn’t necessarily hate the job just most of the people he worked with, especially his uncle.

“Sir.” His assistant Ian stood at the door to Ransom’s office with a stack of papers. “These just came in via courier.”

Ransom just snatched the stack out of his hand and walks into his office.

“One more thing sir. I received a phone call and was told you absolutely needed to call back. It was of high importance.” Ian holds out a bright yellow post it note which Ransom also snatched out of his hand.

“Leave.”

“Yes sir.”

The door closes quietly as Ransom walks towards his desk and sets down everything in his hands. His initial thought is to just throw away the post it but the name on it gets his attention.

Please call Y/N Y/L/N

High importance .

He stared at the information he held for a few minutes. It had been years since the last time he talked to you. Ransom had cut all ties with you after graduation so what could you possibly need? Any and all anger he had been feeling a few seconds ago had completely disappeared. His thoughts all replaced by you. Ransom knew you didn’t have a lot of people in your life that had your back except for your best friend from high school. Had something bad happened? He moved and sat behind his desk and moved to grab the phone. After dialing the first three numbers he stopped. What could he possibly say to you?

Those thoughts were stopped when Walt barged in and began berating Ransom again. The post it laid crumpled on his desk forgotten.

****

“Sir, I have another request for you to call this number immediately.” Ian hands yet another post it note to Ransom.

It had been a few hours since he got the last one. Any courage to call and figure out why you were reaching out were gone. At this point he didn’t want to call. Hearing your voice would only bring up memories and feelings he wasn’t ready to face. Could he tell you he thought about you every day? Would it matter?

****

Ransom’s evening is full of more meetings and crap. His day has only gone down hill since his arguments with Walt. Now all he wanted to do was go home make himself a drink or three and then go to bed.

Before he gets up to go the door to his office opens one more time. This time Ian looks red in the face. This time he has a huge piece of paper in his hand as he walks towards Rans’s desk. He lays the paper in front of his boss and points at it.

“You better call this damn number before the end of tonight. I never want to hear from the person on the other end of this line. Now I have tolerated a lot from you but if you don’t do as I ask I’ll quit.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to? I could fire you and make sure you never find decent work again.”

“I don’t care. Call the damn number.” Ian huffs and walks out leaving a dumbfounded Ransom looking at your number again.

He grumbles under his breath and snatches the paper up. Ransom decided to get home before calling you.

When he’s finally home and had a drink he dials the number but he doesn’t press call. Ransom sets his phone on the coffee table and stares at it. Even now you made him nervous. The bad habit of bitting his nails, which you always admonished him for, comforted him. Maybe you finally wanted to tell him off for how he ended things. He did the same thing for the next few minutes. Grab his phone, look at the number, chicken out from actually calling and then bite his nails to ease his nerves. Finally after another glass of whiskey he dialed.

His heart was a jackhammer against his rib age when he heard your voice. But all at once all the nerves and uneasiness washed away. He shouldn’t have been surprised that even now you could calm him just with your voice. When the call ended Ransom was still completely shocked.

He had a chance to meet his kids and see you again. He sure as hell wasn’t going to waste that opportunity.

#you’ve got mail 💌 #val answers #the love we gave away drabble #ransom x y/n #ransom x reader

[dailyscottficrec]

Happy Birthday Mem <3

Please enjoy this long recommendation post in honor of @momentofmemory's birthday. I've said it before and I will say it again, I highly recommend everything she writes. If you are looking for genfic, Scott centric fic and fic that just exudes love for the canon and characters: this is the place to go!

(find her fics here: momentofmemory)

all these years left unspoken

It’s been ten years since it happened. Five, since she was last here.

It doesn’t feel like it.

(or, Lydia Martin lost her best friend at seventeen, and the worst part is that she has so much time to figure out how to live with that.)

This was the first fic of hers that I read. It really captures the essence of grief and mourning so well. It gives you such a gut punch re: how young Allison is when she dies and how young Lydia is too. I love it so much.

what measure is a non-human

“Scott!”

Kira’s sprinting past him before Stiles can get an appropriate what the hell out, and she just barely catches Scott before he nosedives into the asphalt. A shell-shocked Liam appears from behind a row of cars, hands reaching for Scott like he wants to help, but isn’t sure if he’d be welcome.

The only sound louder than Stiles’ feet slapping against the pavement is his heart pounding in his ears.

Ahhh! I love this one so much. The exploration of Scott's pain and scira comfort of it. My heeeearrt.

administered twice, daily

It’s been—a lot, to say the least. Between wrapping up all the loose ends from what Theo, the Dread Doctors, and the Beast did, and untangling the mess his own pack had become, he hasn’t had a shift at the clinic since—well. Before.

It figures it’d be raining.

He blinks up at the streetlights, the hum of electricity buzzing underneath the harsh patter of the rain, and it feels too much like too many things.

Wolfsbane, asthma, claws. Kira, Stiles, Liam.

 (Dying, dying, dying.)

I *just* read this today!! I can't even believe I had missed it. Both Deaton and Scott's voices are absolutely impeccable. I love how much they say without ever saying it and the exploration of Scott's grief and pain over his own death. Gyahhh! And there is Scott cuddling kittens? Lovely.

meet me on the landing

There’s nothing at the foot of the stairs.

Gravel under his shoes, gasoline in his nose. Flames reflecting off his eyes and flecks of deep-red rust from the motel steps on his palms.

But nothing, whisper his thoughts. Nothing for you.

(or: a series of ten interconnected, 100-word drabbles exploring Scott's character arc through the lens of staircases.)

Mem and I live together at the top of the "a proper drabble is exactly 100 words hill" and I learned that after reading this fic. And gushing about how lovely it is. I love that each drabble stands alone and then how they also tie together. It's a lovely look at each moment and I adore this fic so much.

retrouvaille

retrouvaille (n): the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation.

Ken gives Kira the phone three weeks before they move.

It’s an eye-catching bright yellow, designed to match the intensity of her favorite watch, with a package of professional apps preloaded to the home screen and technical specs boasting an unprecedented 64gb of storage. The most important part to Ken, however, is the impressive-looking camera lens protruding from the back.

!!!! Ken's voice in this is amazing. This explores Ken's relationship with Kira and is so so lovely. I love the bit at the end that explores Ken and Scott too!

codominance.

Scott veers the jeep sharply off the road just in time for it to rattle to a stop.

Stiles is uncharacteristically silent beside him.

Scott breathes through his nose and watches as the arrow on the gas gauge drifts down to empty—honest, now that it’s too late.

Now that it’s dead.

This is arguably mem's most famous fic. I remember teasing her about having a box of tissues ready when she finished it. I need them. This fic is absolutely dripping with love for Scott and Stiles and their relationship. Every single line is so measured and so impactful. If you read only one, I suggest this one. (But really, check them all out)

hiraeth

He reads the pamphlets on the table outside the counselor’s office at school: Your body is changing, they say.

He thinks, no. My body was replaced.

This is a shorter piece- but it packs SUCH a bunch. It really explores the effects of the body horror Scott feels after s1-2. It does a lot in such a little amount of time.

the devil you didn’t know

He hasn’t heard that voice in nearly two years, but it’s instantly recognizable. “Danny?”

There’s a low rumble of a laugh, not quite like he remembers, but when he hurries past the threshold he’s met with the blinding, ear-to-ear grin of his former classmate.

“In the flesh,” Danny says, rainwater dripping from the black leather of his jacket as he gives Scott an open-armed shrug.

I absolutely love the horror vibes in this one! The tension is so good!!! And I always love Scott and Danny content. This one is so fun!

electric love

Scott’s toaster zaps him twice when he stumbles into the kitchen at 5:30 in the morning.

He doesn’t think much of it.

This is such a sweet scira, Kira comes back fic!! I love just how nervous but affectionate they are around each other at the end. This is sooo sweet.

the family business

There’s a gun in Scott’s face.

He doesn’t know guns. Has no idea what the caliber is or the range it has, or honestly even what a caliber is.

He just knows that it’s Big.

I am not exaggerating in the least when I say read this every time I watch 2x01 now. This scene from Scott's POV is so ahhhh, it really hits home that he's *sixteen* and that this kind of violence has just recently become his life. Gyahhha. I love it.

varicose veins

Theo can smell Scott’s sweat from the long run. The aftershave he’d used this morning. The rain-smell of his clothes.

Still none of the exhaustion he knows has to be there, or the relief from making it out of the elements. Not a thing about his emotional state at all.

It’s not like him.

Scott from Theo's pov is always so good, and this is absolutely no exception. This explores Scott's relationship with pain taking and pain and Theo's relationship with Scott and the Dread Doctors and pain so well. I love it so much.

schrödinger’s boy

Mason checks his hands. He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for.

Claws?

Smoke?

He just sees skin.

This Mason post Beast trauma character study is sooo good. I love that it explores Mason's relationships with Liam, Sydney and Scott so well. Love it.

guardian

Melissa looks frazzled, hair twisted in a mess and clothes soaked, but she doesn’t waste a second in sizing Jennifer up. “Who the hell are you?”

The frightened courage in her eyes is all too similar to her son’s.

The genuine confusion, however, is not.

This might be easier than Jennifer had thought.

This is a look at Scott from Jennifer's POV during 3a, and it's soo chillingly good. It was the first of the collaborative series we worked together on, and it was so fun, too! I loved Jennifer's voice in this so much and the way it really hits home the trauma of your English teacher also being your enemy.

blood in the water

There’s blood on the shower wall.

It’s smeared over the tile at chest height, handprints just barely distinguishable in the bright red streaks. Thin, watery droplets glide slowly down the wall. Fresh—as if it’d been splattered there seconds ago.

It hadn’t been there this morning.

(or, 5 times Scott washed the blood off alone, +1 time he didn’t have to.)

Are you a hurt!Scott fan? Me toooo. And wow, does this deliver. I love the imagery and the emphasis on Scott's disassociation. And then the +1 just puts you so high on scalia feelings. Love, love, love.

zebra cakes

“Have you ever…” Lydia pauses, catching a glossy lip between her teeth. “Do you ever feel like you’re falling?”

Malia frowns.

All four legs of Lydia’s chair are anchored safely (and boringly) on the library floor.

Malia tilts hers back another couple inches, situating her boots confidently on the table. “Nope.”

Lydia sighs. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

This is such a good look at Malia and Lydia friendship. It also catches the essence of grief and mourning so well. It's really a Malia and Lydia character study and rings so true for both of them. Highly recommend.

futility

“If you wanted to murder me,” he says, turning slowly to face the source of the scent, “there are less public places you could do it.”

Tamora Monroe smiles at him, still nearly ten yards away. The sage bushes neatly obscure the pistol at her hip.

“You can’t murder an animal,” she says.

“In your mind, maybe. But it looks the same on paper.”

This was originally a tumblr fic and I am so glad mem cleaned it up for a03. There is a lack of Tamora content and Scott and Tamora content and this excellent fic corrects Crimes. I love the emphasis on just how tired Scott is along with how he still wants to change her mind. I love, love, love.

silence

Stiles watches Scott’s chest expand on the inhale; collapse on the exhale. His button-down shirt sticks lightly to his front, damp only with sweat, instead of the blood Stiles had seen days before.

Stiles wishes he’d snore. Talk in his sleep. Something.

He raps his own fingernails against the handle, achingly loud against the silence. 

This is a Stiles pov tag fic to codominace. And it's so good. I love how clearly you can feel that Stiles loves Scott in this. It fits in the fic and enriches the relationship between them and I love it, too.

heavy heart

“I can get you out,” Theo says. “It’s a low dose—you probably won’t even notice the wolfsbane for the first couple floors.”

Scott leans heavily against the table in the center of the room. “After that?”

“You’ll start getting weak. After a few more floors, you’ll pass out.” Theo makes sure his voice doesn’t waver. “And then I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

This was part of the sceo collaboration. And it's another hurt! Scott. Favorite. Beloved. I really enjoyed the parallels between wolfsbane and asthma. And the tension between them here is so fun. Gyhahh!

what do you know

Melissa finally musters up the nerve to rap on the window between them. “Kira? Honey, are you okay?”

Three seconds slip by—tick, tick, tick—before Kira’s head turns, slowly, like she’s half asleep.

The look in her eyes startles Melissa.

This was another collaboration. This time looking at Kira over the years through different eyes. I remember we all found this a lot harder than we expected, so it's extra satisfying that this is so lovely. This explores Melissa and Kira during the time in s5 when they have no idea what is going on with Kira. It's so good. I love how it really adds to canon.

perspective

Surprise radiates from Scott’s scent at Deucalion’s instruction. “I’m going… home?”

“‘Going home’ isn’t an option anymore,” Deucalion corrects. “At least, not the one you’re thinking of.”

This was another tumblr fic- written for me. And I adore it so much, I probably reread it on tumblr 10-15 times. Now it is on a03 where I can enjoy it. Mem and I are both forever fascinated by the missing 24 hours that Scott is with Deucalion in 3a and this fic explores that. I also love snarky! Scott so much. Another feature.

worth fighting for

Table at his back.

Pain.

Restraints around his wrists.

Kate?

Harsh fluorescent lights glaring down, bright like the High Line, isolating like the church.

He can’t think.

Or: Scott wakes in an unfamiliar place. It gets worse from there.

It would be disingenuine of me to say anything other than this is my favorite mem!fic. They are all great, but this was written for me- tailored to exactly the kind of stuff I like. It has captive! Scott, hurt!Scott, all the villains, scira, BAMF Scott and BAMF Kira, and it explores Bardo and Scott's relationship with death?? And just. Everything about it makes me so happy always. <3 <3 <3

#teen wolf #scott mccall #kira yukimura #stiles stilinski #sciles #theo raeken #sceo #scira #lydia martin #malia tate #scalia #alan deaton #ken yukimura #tamora monroe #deucalion #happy birthday mem #may this bring you half the joy you bring to fandom with your passion your kindness and your work #long post

[cheryyori]

NIGHTMARE EYES PT. 3

pairing(s): steven grant/fem!oc, platonic marc spector/fem!oc for now (platonic dane/fem!oc)

summary: Waking up after being chased by spirits was never easy, but she's got a date! And she's not gonna let anything get in the way of that!

warning(s): mental health illness, possible inaccurate depictions of DID (I tried my best to research tho in spare time, also based on events in the show), horror elements, gore/blood elements

CONTENT WARNING(S): paranormal psychometry, out of body experience, your tiny daily dose of paranormal ghost investigation, mentions of crime syndicates, murders, cult related themes, Steven in distress :(, some comforting and protective Sunny :)

author's note: finally getting into the plot of the show, kinda went overboard with this one so its pretty long. I'm not covering all of it bc we already know how it goes I'm mainly covering the part with Sunny involved and then going a bit after the series ends unless s2 is announced or if the boys are included in any other marvel projects

Also trying out a new format, mostly so the dialouge doesn't seem so clunked together like in the last two bc I write a lot to describe actions and dialouge. Lmk if this is better or you prefer the old one.

This is just the bare bones of the story not the official final draft.

Other than that enjoy this word vomit.

Open to writing drabbles/hc within this au if interested (spoilers free until certain parts are posted), feel free to send asks regarding this au or to be part of the taglist!

Red italicized is Izanami either speaking or in Sunny's head, italicized is speaking in Korean

taglist: @ahookedheroespureheart

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When Sunny woke up she felt her head throb.

What the fuck happened????

She blinked as she looked around to see herself in her flat. What the fuck???

She paused, trying her best to recall what happened.

She remembers walking back home to the bus stop, the spirits appearing, running away from them, and Steven.

Oh god, that right Steven had found her looking like shit and helped patched her up before she passed out from exhaustion.

She remembers him saying he needed to do something, what it was she doesn't know.

(Also why was he dress differently, not mention his accent....she'll make a note to ask when she sees him later)

She blinked as she got out from under the duvet and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and clean herself up.

After that she got dressed and opened the door, hoping that she would see Steven, but oddly she didn't.

Huh, weird.

Well he did say he was doing something, she's not sure on what the specifics was but she recalls how he talks to his mother often.

Sunny wonders if what he was doing involved her. Maybe he went to visit her.

She recalls him mentioning it once. She hopes that's the case.

She decides to text him just in case. She saw the text being delivered and would check later that day.

She sighs as she headed towards the bus, it seemed quiet without Steven there to converse with her or even his presence in general. When he wasn't talking to her, he would rest his eyes, taking a short nap on her shoulders before her stop.

Regardless it felt lonely. She recalled the time when he was gone for a a week, although at that time she was anxious to meet him again after the first kiss.

The day passed by slowly until her break arrived. She wondered if she should visit Steven at the mueseum when she felt her phone vibrate.

She saw a message from Steven, making her sigh in relief.

He texted her that he'll be out of town for a bit to help some relatives, so she was right sort of.

It also mentioned that he'll be back before their date and that he'll meet her there.

Okay, okay, that's good. At least she didn't have to worry about him unlike the last time.

And the mention of their upcoming date makes her swoon just a bit. Her cheeks were flushed as she squealed a bit.

God she felt like a stupid high school girl at the thought of their date.

Okay, her day just got a bit better, sure it'll be a bit lonely that she wouldn't be able to see or talk to Steven until their date but it was worth it.

And for once Izanami was quiet for the rest of the day, with only a few harmless ghosts popping out here and there. Even better.

FRIDAY NIGHT - DATE NIGHT 6:25PM

She had standing in front of the mirror for an hour, clothes thrown all over the place.

What the fuck??? She was sure she had more colors in her closet than beige, browns, and black.

Not to mention a lot of them were either loose tee, vests, sweaters, or cardigans. Did she not have any dresses to wear???

She groans as she sat at the edge of her bed only in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Maybe Izanami was right...she really didn't have anything to wear for this date.

"I heard my name."

"Son of a---" Sunny jumps as she looked to see the goddess skimming through her closet. The goddess frowns as she picked up a few items before tossing it to the ground.

"Why are there so many browns in your wardrobe?" Her face scrunched in disgust before glancing back at Sunny.

"Don't you ever wear stuff like that again, you know I absolutely hate the color brown!" She huffed with a finger pointed at her and stomping her foot down.

"There's nothing wrong with brown, it's a nice neutral color," Sunny mutters, "And you're not even the one wearing them!"

"It's dull, you should wear more brighter and bolder colors if you want to stand out," Izanami replied.

"I don't want to stand out, neutral colors are nice," Sunny protests while Izanami scoffed and searched through her closet.

"Regardless, you have nothing appropriate for fine dining, one of these days we need to stop by mall."

"With your taste in brands, I wouldn't be able to afford it."

"It'll be on me, my dear. You know monetary items means nothing to me. I'm practically rich," Izanami replied.

"As kind as that sounds, it's also not my style."

Izanami rolls her eyes and sighs, "Fine, but considering you have a date in," she paused to glance up at the clock, "roughly an hour and a half, I'll lend you a dress from my own personal wardrobe..."

Sunny paused before relenting, she didn't really have of a choice at this point, "Fine," she mutters, "I have to be there at 8, so just hurry it up alright. And wipe that smug grin off your face."

"Excellent! I have the perfect dress in mind, now make haste, we still need to do you hair and makeup!" She said.

About 30 minutes later, Sunny was wearing a slim fitted white dress with long flowy skirt and a puffed long sleeves.

"Hm, yes as always my styles is impeccable, I'm sure your little boy toy will drop dead when he see you," Izanami nods.

"Don't call him that," She frowned, "I actually like him, so I would appreciate it if you don't call him that."

"I'm only stating the facts, my dear."

"Would it kill you to be nice for once?" Sunny asked, busy with doing her makeup as Izanami sat on her bed, glancing at herself in her phone.

"I don't know what you mean, my dear. I'm always nice," she replies.

"I mean really nice, not bitchy nice like you usually are," Sunny stated.

"You're tying my hands, but fine," Izanami sighs, "I'll try to be nice to your date."

"Also please don't try to scare him, he already seems nervous as it I don't want to add more stress because you want to poke fun at him!"

"Fine," she draws out, "I'll leave you two be, for now," and with that she disappeared.

Sunny sighs, "Always have to have the last word huh?" She then puts on some earring as the last finishing touches before noticing the pendant on her dress.

She had almost forgotten that she had picked it up. Damn she was so distracted with her date that she forgot to ask Izanami about it.

She sighed as she inspected it closer now and noticed some red splotches on it. She felt an unsettling feeling at the red.

As she inspected the pendant, her vision slowly blurred and a sense of dizziness followed after.

She winced and placed one hand on the dresser while she held her head as a suddenly ringing filled her ears.

What the fuck??? She blinked once, then twice. Then shut her eyes tight, hoping that the ringing would stop.

Her suddenly freezes and seized up as a sudden electrical jolt shot through her.

Once she opened her eyes, she expected things to be back to normal, only one problem. She wasn't in her room anymore.

Instead she was in some sort of lobby.

"Are you kidding me? Now of all time?!" She frowned as she glanced around to see how she would get out of this place.

Without any choice, she wandered around the lobby, hoping to get out of here quickly and back to reality.

The sounds of her footsteps echoed across the area, she noticed that the floor was made of...what the fuck??? It that pure marble???

She doesn't dwell on the thought before she nears what might be a receptionist desk and see a set of keys.

For emergencies only, the label says. Well she guesses this was an emergency and swipes it from the desk.

Sunny glanced around and saw a label that says emergency stairs, maybe that was what the key was for.

She moves close and inserts the key into the lock, hearing it click open.

Since she has nowhere to go, the only option was to go up.

She reached the first floor and found herself in a dimly lit hallway.

She paused hearing some sounds. She glanced around finding nothing.

A chill ran down her spine as she continued. She paused noticing some papers scattered on the floor.

She picks up one paper and reads it carefully.

It was a newspaper article, listing how 2 girls had gone missing again. Sunny felt unsettled as she read it.

Two girls goes missing, only for their bodies to be found days later faced down in the riverside.

Fucking psychos, she thinks as she read the article and sets it down.

She moves down the hall and comes across an heavily decorated door.

Yeah, that's not a red flag at all.

But she figured that it was something that was importance to whatever spirit was putting her through this.

Taking a deep breath, she neared the door and paused, her hands hovered above the handle.

She felt something sinister was coming from the door. Sunny sighs as she paced back and forth.

"God, am I really gonna do this??" She asked herself as she tried to hype herself up too do just that. She took another deep breath and placed her hand on the knob before turning it and opened the doors.

Sunny peered inside and looked inside to see the room. It was dark, only a dim light was seen in the distance.

What the fuck????

The air feels thick, suffocating even.

She takes a step inside and hears the sound of crinkling under her feet.

More news articles.

She reaches down and read it with help from the light of the hallway, hoping to get more of an idea of where she was at.

The article continues from the first one, most of the disappearances happened around the infamous Paradiso Hotel.

Paradiso Hotel? Was that what this place is?

She continues reading the article, she notes how many of the missing girls and others were last spotted around said hotel.

How the hotel is said to be rumored to be tried to a crime syndicate.

It goes into how many more people disappeared around the hotel, some found days later but not without repercussions. Days later some of the missing victims would be spots jumping off from building or in front of trains.

She shudders.

It makes her wonder what was the connection to the hotel and the missing/found victims.

And if the hotel was tied to a crime syndicate, she doesn't want to think what went down behind closed doors.

Nothing good if she has anything to say.

She glanced around, seeing what looks to be an empty bedroom, on the way was some decorative mask on the wall.

Not creepy at all.

It looks like your typical hotel room, she was about to turn to leave when she noticed something wedge in between the mattress and bedframe.

Huh, what was that?

She moves the mattress slightly and finds a notebook.

A guest book...? Huh this might be something important if it was hidden.

But...

"Why would someone hide the guest book here?" She wonders out loud before take a quick glance through it. They were mostly comments from previous tenants. Positive mostly, and...er, slightly off putting at some lets just say that.

She flips to the last entry, noticing something scrawly written.

She squinted her eyes, carefully trying to make out the words to read them.

God whoever wrote this...

Their handwriting was atrocious.

"This is bad, S--- might have rated us out. There's rumors going on that she tattled on that teach and is going to cause a fiasco. This is bad, what should we---"

That's all she's able to make out. Everything was all marked out from over time.

Teach??? What does that mean?? Even the name that was mentioned was faded out.

Though reading from the entry, she assumed it was written by a student.

Strange though, why would a student be here unless...

She doesn't think to finish that thought, it makes her sick that it was a possibility.

One thing was clear, the last entry was confirmation of the possibility that the hotel was tied to a crime syndicate or something or the sort.

A lot of illegal things must have happened.

She figures that there might be more hidden about.

She makes a mental note to search for them, they might give more insight on what happened here or to whatever spirit (maybe spirits but she doesn't think she has the mental capacity to deal with more than one spirit) that was causing this.

Once she left the room, she stepped back into the hallway only for the already dim lights to flicker and go off.

"Oh shit..." she mutters bc well this suddenly seems familiar.

At the end of the hall, she could see a girl dressed in a red raincoat. Thing was, she was completely drenched despite being inside.

The alarm bells in her head was ringing again as she took a step back. She felt sick, as if whatever she had eaten prior was slowly creeping its way up her throat.

She hears the girl say something but it's unclear. Just hushed whispers.

The air became even more heavy with every step the girl takes. It was only when the girl was a just a bit away did she realize.

The girl was drenched in blood, not from the rain.

Sunny moves to back away when the girl suddenly grabs her arm and grips it tightly.

"Fuck," she winced at the pressure, a bruise would surely form the next day. Sunny grips the girl's wrist to pry herself free.

She still doesn't know what the girl was saying. Only shutting her eyes tight, praying to escape with her life.

And just like that, Sunny finds herself gasping as she looks to see herself back in her flat.

????? What the fuck?????

She stills and glances around slowly. She moves her arm and winced.

Rolling the sleeve up, she sees a nasty red hand print from where the spirit had gripped her.

Fucking great.

She sighs before taking a look up at the clock on her wall. Oh fuck, you're fucking kidding????

Sunny sees how much time had passed and bolts out the door to head down to the restaurant.

She only prays that he was still there.

As soon as she arrived at the restaurant, it was well close to 11, about 3 hours had past since the initial time they agreed to meet.

She quickly rushed to the front, where a hostess had greeted her.

She paused as she asked if a man with Steven's description had arrived. The hostess merely replied that she had only started around 9:30, meaning if Steven did arrived she didn't seat him.

She sighed, pressing her hands to her face. She hated this.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" The hostess asked.

Her eyes stung as she tried her best not to shed a tear, "Yeah, yeah I just..." she sighs as her shoulders fell, "I just had a date that's all..."

She felt her stomach growl, right. She hadn't even eaten yet.

Fuck it.

It didn't even bother her how the scene she saw hours prior was gruesome. She was still hungry.

"Table for one, and no need for a menu, I'll have the steak and your finest wine please..."

She sat in the corner of the restaurant, eating her steak in silence, sipping her wine every so often.

She really hated this.

TWO DAYS LATER

Since that night, she didn't dare text or called Steven, deathly afraid of how he would react.

Thankfully it was the weekend, so she didn't have to leave her flat, but it had gotten to the point where she barely leaves her room, spending her days rewatching kdramas.

It was Sunday night, she had been watching another episode of her kdramas when her phone rang.

She had been so engrossed in her drama that she didn't see the caller ID when she answered.

"Hello?" She sighs, eyes focusing on the TV.

"Sunny, love? Are we still on for tonight?" She jumped at the sound of Steven's voice.

"Steven???" Why was he calling her? She was certain he'd not want to speak to her after practically standing him up. And what does he mean still on for tonight???

"The date, you know best steak in town," he nervously laughs.

"I-er, wait, Steven where you at?" She asked, confused at what he was talking about.

"At the steakhouse, like we agreed, isn't that what we agreed on???"

What???? Is going on????

"I-wait Steven, you're not making any sense, what are you talking about?" She asked.

"Love, I'm not sure what you're saying either, today's the day of our date."

What?????

"....Steven, what day do you think it is?" She asked slowly.

"It's Friday."

Oh.

Oh Steven.

Sweet, sweet Steven...

"...Steven, sweetie, today is Sunday..." she replied carefully. She knew that sometimes Steven mixes up the dates from what he told her but never did she think it'd be like this.

"...no, it's Friday, right? Love, if this is you trying to have a laugh I don't find this funny at all," he said, almost desperate to believe that what she said wasn't true.

"No, Steven I mean it, it's Sunday."

Steven, who had been sitting at the table patiently waiting for Sunny, suddenly paused.

No, surely she was just playing a mean prank on him right?

But Sunny doesn't seem like the type to that. She was too nice to do something like that.

He noticed the waiter nearby and quickly stopped him.

"Sorry, but do you know the day?"

"It's Sunday, sir."

"....you're joking?"

Oh shit.

Steven took a deep breath as he slumped back in his seat. Did he really slept through 2 days?!

And that bloody damn dream he had...he still can't shake it off.

But what's worse was that fucking stood her up.

"...Steven?" Hearing her voice he snapped out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I- shit. I'm just...I'm just having a rough day, today hasn't been the best..." He sighs, "And of course I had to be the one that botched it."

"...I...you're not mad at me..."

"Mad at you? For what?" Steven furrows his brows together, "Shouldn't you be the one furious with me? I stood you up! A whole two days!"

"No, wait. I thought I stood you up!" She confessed, "I arrived almost 3 hours later, I thought you thought I stood you up, which wasn't my intention, something had caught up and I, well, you know..."

"Well you can't really top this can you now?" His voice was small, she could practically picture him with those large puppy dog eyes.

She paused, "Well...if that's the case..."

Steven shuts his eyes.

This was it.

She's never going to want to speak, or even see him again. He would rather that they would stay friends, but he doubts she'll want to even be near him after this.

"...do you want to reschedule our date?"

What???

He blinks.

"Sorry what?"

"Since we both missed the time we were supposed to meet, how about we reschedule?"

"I-you, you still want to go on a date with me?"

"I mean...do you??? I understand if don't want to but, I really do like you Steven and I really wanted to give this a try....only if you want to."

What kind of a blood question was that??? He'd be a mad man to turn her down. Especially if she was willing to give him a chance to fix this.

"What sort of flowers do you like?" He suddenly blurts out, overcome with such a sense of relief. Sunny couldn't help but laugh, taken aback.

"That didn't really answer my question, but you don't have to get me flowers," she said. Steven feels his cheeks flushed at his blunder.

"Oh bullocks, I didn't mean to say that, I, meant- I," he stumbled over his words before finally answering her, "I meant to say yes, yes of course I do!" He quickly answered, "Going out with you I mean."

Sunny let out a relieved sigh, "Okay, that's good, because I would like it if we make this work..."

Steven feels his cheeks warm up, "I, do you mind I come visit you, I had some chocolates for you since I noticed you like sweet things and the restaurant doesn't really have a good variety of dessert surprisingly."

She smiles at the thought, "Sure I'd like that, if you want we can share those chocolates and watch some shows or even a movie..."

"Yeah, I'd like that very much."

She squeals as she hung up. Very excited that he wasn't upset.

Sure there was a bit of bump in the road but nothing they couldn't fix.

She was actually grateful that he'd accepted. She paused through, realizing her room was a mess.

She quickly changed out of her pajamas and into something more casual before cleaning up as much as she could before Steven could arrive.

She makes sure to wear a long sleeve to hid the slowly healing bruise on her arm from that spirit.

She hadn't seen or heard from Izanami since that night either, but whatever, more time to relish on the peacs.

Once she was done she decided to see if she could make any snacks. Vegan based tho ofc.

As she was thinking on what to make she heard a frantic knock at her door.

She opened to see Steven looking over his shoulders. As if something had spooked him.

"Steven?" He jumps and looks back at her.

"Oh love," he smiles slightly, he still looks jittery, "Can I come in?"

"Oh, right, ofc!" She moves to the side to let him in. Steven quickly shuffles inside and shuts her door. He takes a deep breath and turns to her.

"Steven, are you alright?" She asks, noticing his pale face.

"Just aces," he nods as he tried to forget what he had saw. He's sure that his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Steven, my love, are you sure you're alright?" She asked.

"I'm fine," he says, before glancing down at the items in his arms, "I, uh, got you something."

She sees the flowers and box of chocolate, smiling, "I know, you told me remember?"

"Right," he nods, she couldn't help but grin.

"I thought I told you, you didnt have to get me flowers," she said and took them from him to set the flowers in a small vase by the counter.

"I know, I know," he said, "But I already mucked this up and I feel terribly sorry about-" he starts.

"Steven, I told you it's fine--"

"And I just saw these on the way here and thought--"

"Steven, calm down--"

"--that these would look very pretty on you..." he finishes.

Her eyes grew wide at the statement, feeling her cheeks flushed.

Oh.

Oh.

She stares at him, her thoughts processing on anything to say to him. Ultimately she ends up saying:

"So, uh, any movies you're interest in?" She started and immediately cringes.

Really????

That's the best she could come up from her pea-sized brain????

"Sorry?"

"Oh god, I didn't mean for that to come out," she bemoans and pressed her hands to cover her face, "Sorry, I was just taken aback and wasn't sure what to say to that."

"Oh, I see, well..." he started, understanding her plight. "I guess for movies, anything is good..." he said, slowly starting to calm down, he felt a bit safer now that he wasn't alone.

"How do you feel about horror movies?" She asked. Ironic of her to ask that considering what she sees on a daily basis.

"Oh...maybe not horror, love..." truthfully after what he saw on the lift he's not sure if he would enjoy them right now.

"Have you watched Jurassic Park?" She asked.

"That's the dinosaur movie right?" He asked.

"Its not just a dinosaur movie!" She gasped, offended at the comment, "It's a cinematic materspiece!"

"What about the new ones?"

"We don't talk about the new ones in this household."

He couldn't help but chuckle at the serious look on her face, "Alright, love," he said, "I suppose we can watching it, I've never really got the chance to see it before," he adds.

"Oh my God! Now we have to watching it!" She said, pulling him to the living room area, "You just get comfortable and I'll get the chocolates and some snacks, alright?" She said as she headed towards the kitchen.

Steven glanced around, noticing how there was much more space compared to his own flat.

Nice, simple and very minimalistic, not to mention homey as well. Just like her, he thinks.

He couldn't help but glance around the living room. He saw a few photos. He noticed that they were of others.

Though one that had stuck out to him was a photo of two boys and a girl near the beach, an fairly old picture by the looks of it.

He thinks they look as if they were in high school, the girl in the picture seems familar, he assumed it was Sunny when she was young.

Steven wonders who the two boys were. Relatives? Friends?

He looked away from the photos, only to see a door slightly ajar.

You know what they say? Curioustiy killed the cat.

Steven take a quick peek inside and noticed that it was a smaller room almost set up like a studio with a canvas set on an easel and a camera stand leaning against the wall behind the easel along with some photos of other landscapes taped to a board.

Wow. He took notice on the painting of what he assumed was the outside scenary of London. It wasn't done, but it was still beautiful.

"Steven?" He heard her voice as she entered the room, "Oh, I didn't know you were in here?"

"Darling, did you paint this?" He asked in awe.

"Oh, yeah it's just something I was doing in my spare time, I was thinking of scraping it though," she shrugged.

"Scrap-no! Don't do that, it's beautiful, even if it's not finished!" He protested.

"Steven it's just a simple landscape painting, it's not even that great," she says.

"But it's true, how come you've never told me about this?" He asked. She shrugs.

"I'm not sure, truthfully I haven't done any painting in a long times, I just had a few extra time to myself and did it to pass the time," she explained.

"Darling, not to sound rude, but if you could paint like this, why are you a teacher? If anything I would except you to be an art teacher then at least."

"Oh well I did double majored in photography and illustration," she remarked, "I used to work as a photographer for a palentology journal, to be honest I'm not sure how I got the job offer to teach, I'm assume it was Dane's doing," she said before taking Steven's hand and led him out the door.

"That's enough about that though, we can talk about it another time if you'd like, but how about we just relax and watch the movie, okay?" He nods, smiling slightly.

"Alright, love, although we need to have a serious talk, I can't believe I've had such a talented artist right under my nose this whole time!"

"Maybe if our second first date goes well we can plan a small painting picnic," she jests, though it seems that Steven was all for it.

"That's a lovely idea, darling. The park would be a lovely place to do just that."

She wanted to tell him that she joking but seeing the tired look on his face, she left it be.

They sat on the couch, eating the box of chocolate Steven bought, with Sunny pointing out certain facts about each dinosaur that showed on screen along with little movie tidbits.

("Did you know that the Tyrannosaurus Rex have hollow bones??? Actually all carnivorous dinosaurs did, it's to help them be fast and agile! That's why paleontologist said that birds are the closets living relatives to them!" "That's amazing, love, I didn't know that before! 😯😯😯"

"Since you're the big Jurassic buff here, how accurate did the movies get with the dinosaurs???" "Well, as accurate as they could with the time of making the film, but compared to today's new findings, I'd say only the t-rex was accurate, maybe a little less chunkier. Since dinosaurs were closely related to birds of today, a lot of them should have feathers, or maybe some peach fuzz at least."

"You know they made actually used animatronics for most of the dinosaurs back then????" "Really? I thought most of it was cgi???")

Steven found it cute. Often quipping his own questions to which she happily answered back.

Steven didn't know much about Jurassic Park or even dinosaurs in general but he did like how invested she was.

Somehow as time passed, she leaned against him, feeling comfortable in her spot as she watched the movie intently.

Steven stiffed, unsure what to do. Was he supposed to hold her??? Put his arm around her shoulder???

He didn't really think this far when he asked to come over.

His plan was to initially come over to apologize until she offer him to watching a movie with her.

What was that part-timer kid he worked with call it???

Netflix and chill????

Oh bloody hell.

God he's blushing now.

He was deep in his thoughts that he didn't realize that her head on his shoulder now.

His body seizes as he took notice and glanced down at her, still watching the movie.

Oh god, he really didn't think this through.

Does he just--???

Suddenly his arm moves on its own, wrapping one arm around her shoulders

What the fuck was that???

Oh god, Steven panics as he shifted and suddenly her head onto his chest.

Sunny's eyes wided, almost screaming internally.

She looks up at him and he's frozen, eyes staring down. He feels a sense of panic rise that he can't explain it and immediately pulls away from her.

Sunny seemed to notice his panic and sits up straight, "Steven? Are you alright?" She asked.

"I-,I'm--" he's not sure how to make of it. Today was just an absolute nightmare, "I'm sorry, today has just been absolutely mental..."

"Do you want to talk about?" She offers. That seemed to be all it take for him to start rambling. He explained about the nightmare he had when he woke, how it all felt so real. And how he was sure he felt pain, could still feel it linger when he awoke.

"I don't know how to make sense of it, I mean the Alps of all places? What would I bloody be doing in the Alps in the first place?"

"That does sound odd," she says, squinting her eyes. She thought he was going to see some relatives but it seems like Steven doesn't even remember that. Just what is going on?

"You think I'm going mental," he sighs with a dejected look.

"Steven, despite how crazy this all sounds, I do believe you," she replied, "I think you're going through something, I just don't know how to explain it..."

Deep down, she worried that he was afflicted with some encounter with the spirits based on her own past expericence.

But how does she tell him that without spooking him.

Or worse.

He thinks she's the one that's mental.

Where the hell was Izanami when she needed her???

"Darling, you don't need to lie to me to make me feel better," he mutters, "Honestly, I believe I'm going mental myself."

"Steven, no, look I'm not saying this to make you feel better, I do meant it when I say I believe you," she said, taking his hand in hers and placed one hand on his cheek so he could look at her.

When he did she gave him a small smile and pressed her lips to his forehead, "Look, we can figure this out, tell me what else happened in this nightmare?"

Steven smiles slightly, a sense of comfort from the kiss, "There were people shooting at me. I didn't even know who they were, but they seemed outright pissed with me. So I ran into this village and oh god, you should have seen it, it looked like I stumbled onto some cult."

Her brows shot up, "A cult?"

"Their leader had a cane and some tattoo scales on his forearm," He nods, recalling the events.

"Sounds like a real psycho..." she says and scrunched her nose together. If Steven wasn't going through it right now, he mention how she'd look like a cute rabbit right there.

"He does doesn't he?" Steven bemused. He continued, explaining the wild things that went down along the a voice that kept telling him to give the body to Marc.

"Body? What does that mean? And who's Marc?" She asks, just as confused as Steven.

"I wish I knew, love, honest I'd tell you if I knew," he answered. Sunny hums before noticing the time.

"It's getting late, we'll figure this out tomorrow," she said, "Maybe a good night's rest will put you more at ease," she suggested.

Steven glanced up at the clock and sighed, "Maybe," she walked him towards the door and towards his flat.

"Listen, I'm not sure what's going on, but we'll figure it out, okay," she said, "Just make sure to get some rest, today was a long day."

"I suppose so," he said, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything, a normal person would call me mental for all the things I've just told you," he said.

"Well remember I was a bit odd growing up, and any person can tell that you're in distress on your own if they paid attention."

"No one really pays attention to me if you know what I mean," Steven mutters lowly.

"Well, I do," Sunny replied, "I always pay attention to you, even when it's something I don't quite understand, I can help it but listen to what you say," she paused, place her hands on his cheeks, "You just look so pretty when you talk of the things you love."

Steven stares at her, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest, he's surprised it hasn't busted out of his chest.

He wonders if this was what it meant to be in love.

Without a second thought, he leaned close to her and pressed his lips against hers.

She surprised at first, not expecting him to do the first move but she's not complaining.

When he pulled away, he looks as if stars were in his eyes.

God, he's so pretty, she thinks.

Sunny has a small smile on her face before speaking, "Good night Steven," and pecks his lips again.

"Night," he mutters clearly dazed. He blinks and he's back in his flat again. And although she told him to get some rest, he just can't. Maybe he should've listened, because nothing would prepare him for what was about to happen next.

THE NEXT DAY

Sunny wakes up to frantic knocking in her door.

What the fuck???

She groans as she walks over to her door and opens it to see Steven.

The first thing he noticed was the scared look he had and how red his eyes were.

"Steven? What's wrong?" She asked, rubbing her face with one hand.

"Darling, I'm going completely mad now," he said as he entered her flat and takes a seat on her couch.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" She asked, taking a seat next to him and placing one hand on his shoulder.

"I tried to get some rest like you said, but I just couldn't leave it, so I started messing around the flat and I found a hole in the wall hidden away."

"A hidden hole?" She repeats.

"I found an old phone in it and it started to ring suddenly," he recounts, "I answered because I thought I could get some answers but a woman answered and kept calling me Marc," he said.

"Marc like the one from your nightmare you told me last night?"

"I belive so, oh god, and here's the real kicker, I swore that my reflection had talked to me!"

"What?"

"I can't make sense of it myself, but love, please believe me when I say that it did happen, he kept telling me to stop looking right after I found the phone," Steven continued, to which Sunny continued to rub his back to soothe him.

He suddenly scoffs as he tells her the next part, "I think there's a ghost haunting me."

She jumps at this, "Ghost?!" All of a sudden, the fears she had initially had were starting to come true. If Steven was being haunted by a spirit and it was because of her, she would never forgive herself. He deserves better than this.

"Love, when I went outside to take the lift downstairs, I saw some skeletal bird man staring back at me at the end of the corridor. "

"A skeletal bird man??" Well that's the first she's heard of this.

"I was so terrified, I couldn't even think straight when Ms. Agnes hopped onto the lift, I'm certain she finds me mad now."

"Oh, Steven," she sighs, "I'm not sure what to make of all this, but we'll figure it out, I already said that didn't I?"

"I'm sorry that I'm putting you through all this, love. I just don't have anyone else to turn to," he sighs.

"Hey, don't worry about it, look I..." she paused, trying her best to say her words carefully, "I can't say it now, I will one day, but trust me when I say I've been through some crazy and unexplainable things in my life," she said, "It might not be exactly the same as what you're going through but I can relate a bit."

Steven paused glancing back at her, he can't help but wonder what happened, but he doesn't push.

She had been patient with him through all this maddness, the least he could do is respect her wishes and wait patiently for her to tell him.

But even so, his heart was so full hearing her support him even though he's sure he's going mad.

How had he even end up to be so lucky to meet her.

"Can I kiss you?" he suddenly asked.

Oh god.

Did he really just said that.

Steven wants to slap himself.

He just had to say the first thing that came to mind, huh?!

An absolute knob he is.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask that!" He starts, rambling all of a sudden. She couldn't help but smile.

Sunny grins and leans in to kiss his lips, "You're lucky you're so cute," she said, "Although we should get ready for work, I'm pretty sure we'll miss the earliest bus if we don't."

Steven's mind goes blank from the kiss but he nods mutely, "Yeah, yeah, ok,' he said.

Sunny walks him out to the door and pushes him back towards his flat, "Come on, I'll walk you to work this time," she said.

"But what about you--?"

"Don't worry your pretty brilliant head of yours, I'll have Dane cover for me for today," she answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Steven, I'm sure," she said, "Meet me downstairs and we can talk more about what's going on on the way to the museum."

Once done changing, she met him downstairs and headed towards the bus.

Steven seemed sleep deprived due to stressing over last night so she suggested he take a small nap.

He was apprehensive at first, but she assured him that she would wake him up when they arrived.

Steven sighed and rested his eyes, taking the rest he needed.

While he did that, Sunny decided to try to reach out towards Izanami.

"Izanami? Are you there????" More silence. This bitch.

Sunny huffed as she tried to make sense of what Steven had told her.

It was odd, it sounded similar to those out of body experiences she's had in the past, but also not really.

Just something about it didn't add up.

She think back on what had happened that led up to this.

Then she remembered the night he patched her up, she realized he never asked if she was okay

Actually, it seemed like he didn't even remember it.

Also why was he acting different at the time???

It like as if he was a completely different person just like the night he had asked her out--

Before she could finish that thought, Steven jumped, letting out a startled shout.

"Steven, Steven, it's okay," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders, "It's okay, you're alright, I'm right here."

He panted slight as he glanced at her then out towards the window where he saw said skeletal bird man from his nightmares as the bus passed by.

Oh great, he thinks bitterly.

"Steven, what's wrong?" She asked again, growing more and more concerned. Steven gave her a quick glance before swallowing thickly.

"Nothing, I'm aces, love. Just seeing the skeletal pigeon man is really making my morning," he said, giving her a wry smile. Her brows shot up. He saw it?? When??

"Steven are you sure? If you want we can turn back and just spend the day at home--"

"No, no," Steven dismissed, "I'll be alright, look our stop is here," He said, standing up from his seat and took her hand.

They got off the bus, hand in hand.

Neither realized it as Steven glanced across the street.

"Oh lovely, there he is," he mutters. She turned to she were he was looking at and saw....

Oh what the hell???

She feels like it's a blur, something was definitely there where he was looking at, but she didn't know what.

"The bird man skeleton?" She asked.

"The bird man skeleton," he confirms.

"He's not threatening you, is he?" She couldn't help but ask.

"You mean other than giving me a heart attack or nightmares for day? No."

She lets a relieved sigh.

That's good.

But before she could say anything else, she feel Steven tense beside her.

"Oh bullocks," he suddenly turned, pulling her along to do the same.

"What? What's wrong--"

"Its him!" He hastily whispers, making quick glances over his shoulder, "The cult leader from the Alps."

Sunny was about to glance over to see him and Steven stopped her, "No, don't!" He said, holding her by the shoulders. He quickly pulled her into the museum, where they hid behind the glass doors and stared out.

Sunny saw an older man with grayish long hair. Man just screams, deluded for sure.

"He probably remembered when I worked because I told him!" Steven panics, "Stupid, why did I bloody do that?!"

"Steven, take a deep breath and count to ten, look we'll talk to the security guards to not let him in, alright?"

"Yeah," he nodded still feeling anxious, "Yeah, okay," he breathed out.

"Good," she said as she dragged him to where they saw one of the security guard on his phone.

"Hey, J.B. mate, how's it going?" Steven said, gaining the guard's attention.

The guard glanced up and noticed the two, "Oh, how's it going, Scotty?"

"It's Steven," the two said. He looks back between the two. Sunny rolls her eyes as Steven continued, looking over his shoulders.

"You watching otter videos again?"

"Oh they're adorable."

"Uh, yeah. Cool, cool, cool, listen mate, I need ya to keep an eye out, 'cause I'm being followed."

"You're joking?"

"Look there's some delusion old man and he's been trailing after Steven like a stalker, can you do that or not?" Sunny asked, taking over now.

"It's a muesum, can't keep people out," he shrugged.

Sunng clicks her tongue as she turns away, "Ugh, useless," she mutters, while Steven tried to convice J.B. to keep the old man from coming in.

"Listen, just don't let anyone dodgey alright?" Stven sighed as he moved away from the desk and went to her side, "I'm so sorry about this, love..."

"Steven, don't worry, look let's just--"

"Stevie! There you are," they turned to see an angry Donna holding something in her arms. Sunny cursed, of fucking course. Great fucking timing.

"You're late, don't just blood stand there making puppies eyes at each, get to work!"

"Hey, do you mind? We're in a middle of an important discussion," Sunny huffed.

"I don't bloody care, he needs to get to work if he want to continue to keep his job!"

"Alright, listen here you viper of am ommpa loompa--"

"The man from the bus," Steven gasped. Sunny turned to see the man from before now in the museum. She narrowed her eyes at him as Donna berated Steven.

"Steven," Sunny started, "Just head to work alright?" She said, giving him a quick hug and leaned close into his ear, "I'll stick around, okay, I don't want anything to happen to you if I'm gone."

Steven relaxed a bit hearing this, if that man was following him then at least he'd have Sunny here with him, "Alright, love," he said, "I'll text you."

Sunny smiled as she pulled away and pointed towards the art gallery the museum had, noting to him that's where she'll be.

When she left him, she noticing a certain goddess standing near the artwork, "This bitch," she mutters to herself.

The goddess had her arms crossed as she stared at Sunny and tilted her head to follow her as she walked off to the side.

She glanced around seeing that nobody had taken notice of the goddess.

Of course.

With that, she quickly make haste to where Izanami had walked off.

When saw the goddess, she stood in place with her arms behind her back, staring at painting.

"What the hell?! You sure have some great timing for a god!" Sunny snapped, "Where were you for the past 3 days?!"

"Oh, calm down, I was merely giving you space after you date," the goddess replied.

"Which didn't happen by the way, thanks for asking," Sunny huffed.

"Oh, yes. That I know," Izanami agrees, "But enough about that, I sense a terrible foreboding is about come and it's coming from that man that is stalking your boy toy."

"Yeah I kinda got that when Steven told me the guy is a cult leader," she sighed out, "And I thought I told you to stop calling him that!"

"You did, but I didn't listen," Izanami shrugged before continuing, "Regardless, it's best to have caution should you encounter that man, I can't be sure what it is he wants or plans to do, but I sense it'll cause an imbalance between the living and dead," Sunny paused, seeing look Izanami had. She's never seen the goddess look so befuddled before, "He's dangerous. Something evil lurks within him. And i don't like that I don't know what it is."

Sunny was about to reply when Izanami paused, her brows furrowed together before she turned to her, "You need to go, I sense your little boy toy is in great distress now and that man is somewhere nearby."

"What??!!"

Hearing this, Sunny didn't waste time as she quickly went to find Steven.

Please be okay, please be okay, she prays to herself.

When she finally finds Steven, the man is with him.

He had Steven cornered by some hieroglyphics mural and was trying to talk to him.

She frowned seeing Steven visibly uncomfortable in his place.

He looked as if he was going to pass out.

Sunny took a deep breath, getting her acting game together before calling out to Steven.

"Steven, darling, there you are!" She said, rushing towards him and grasped his arm, "Oh, I've been looking all over for you! You promise me that you'd help me out with my dissertation on the history of Egyptian mummification process and their rituals."

Her disser-what now???

Why would she need his help when she's a teacher herself.

Steven seemed loss for a second before he finally sees the look she's giving him.

Oh.

Oh!

"O-oh, yes, r-right," He said, nodding his head, "I'm sorry, love, I must have lost track of the time..."

"That's alright," she said and purposely put herself between the man and Steven and creates some distance between them, "So terribly sorry to cut whatever this is short, but I really do need his help."

"My, I didn't realize he had a friend," the older man said, a smile on his face that makes her want to punch him, "I am Arthur Harrow, what is yours?"

"Jane Doe," She replied, narrowing her eyes at Harrow. As if she'll give him her name, fucking creep.

Harrow chuckles, "I see, its good to be cautious, but are you aware of who the man beside you really is?" Harrow asked, "Tell me Steven Grant of the gift shop, does she know the truth?"

Yeah she really want to punch him now. Bastard.

"W-what truth?" Steven asked, just as confused.

"I wonder, do either of you know of Ammit?"

"Do I know of Ammit? Not exactly..." Steven said quickly as he held Sunny's hand and backed away slowly with her, "Egyptian deity, right?? World's first boogeyman?? She punished those who were evil and ate their hearts."

Dammit Steven, now is not the time to flex your Egyptian encyclopedia, Sunny thinks.

"Sounds delightful..." Sunny supplies, crinkling her nose in disgust.

"She grows wary of waiting for sinners to commit their crimes before punishing them," Harrow said, taking a few steps toward the two, "I ask you this, would you wait to weed a garden till after all of the roses were dead?"

"I-I wouldn't do that..." Steven shrugged.

"Seriously?" She hissed at him as she elbowed Steven in the side.

"The justice of Ammit, suverys the whole of our lives," Harrow continued.

"Got it..." Steven whimpers. "Sounds exhausting..." Sunny mutters.

"She knows what we've done and what we will do."

"Yeah, well books left that part out..." Steven remarks a bit cheekily.

"Had Ammit been free, she would have been able to prevent Hitler; the destruction he wrought. Nero, the Armenian genocide, Pol Pot."

"Not nice people."

"Steven!" She shushes him as she glanced back at the man.

"None of it would had happened if Ammit was here, but she was betrayed."

"Was she now?" Steven.

"By fellow insolent gods, even by her own avatar."

"Hm, sounds like they had a good reason if you ask me..." Sunny.

"'Avatars.' Blue people. Love that film," Steven quipped.

Sunny paused before frowning slightly, "Steven, we really need to update your movie repertoire. That movie is just a bad rendition of Pocahontas in space..."

"Ha ha, can't take this one anywhere, yeah?" Steven tried to joke, trying to cope with his rising anxiety and stress.

"No, by avatar I mean--"

"You mean like the TV show?" Sunny suggested this time, "Great show, love it."

"Stop it," Harrow says, unimpressed by the two's constant adlibs. The two immediate shut their mouths. "Steven, give me the scarab."

"I don't have it, mate. Honestly," Steven answered.

"Steven, I won't ask again--" Harrow said, grabbing Steven's arm.

"Back off," Sunny snapped, wedging herself between the two, "Listen whatever this stupid scarab is, he doesn't have it. So scram before I dislocated your jaw, old man."

"I saw this man take the scarab with my own eyes."

"Then I'd say you need to get 'em check out," She remarked.

"It must be nice to have some blindly defend you," Harrow notes, "I wonder how Ammit will react upon finding out you're defending a thief. Perhaps we should find out."

Harrow reaches out to take Sunny's hand when Steven shouted, "No, I saw what you did to that poor woman in the Alps!" He said and pushed her behind him.

Harrow seemed mildly surprised at Steven's sudden shift in behavior before glancing his eyes between the two, "I'm only telling her what many others will know soon enough."

"If you want to judge someone, judge me," Steven said making her snap her eyes at him.

"Steven!" She hissed, worried about what would come next. Harrow took Steven hand, to which she saw the scales tattoos on his forearm, exactly how Steven described it when he first saw it, and watched how they moved against his skin.

If this wasn't some absolute deluded wackjob she was dealing with, she'd find this pretty sick really.

"Oh hell..." she mutters before hearing Harrow speak, almost astounded by what he saw.

"There is chaos in you."

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Sunny snaps, "Neat party trick there but we have things to do and places to be--"

Just as she pulled Steven away from Harrow and tried to lead the two out the doors, when he grabbed her arm. She winced as it was the one with the bruise. Harrow paused as the scale tattoo stayed still in place, no once moving like it did with Steven.

"How strange, this is the first this has happened," Harrow mutters, while Steven looks in horror, "It seems like Ammit can not judge you."

"Lucky me, I guess," Sunny mutters as she rips her arm back from Harrow and steps back with Steven behind her.

"I can't help but be curious now, why is it that Ammit can't judge your scales? Its truly a sight..." Sunny remains quiet before glancing off to the side to see Izanami.

The goddess' eyes narrowed at the scene before them, ready to intervene if needed. Maybe that's why, she thinks.

"Not sure," Sunny shrugs,"You know human error exists, why not godly error?" She jests, "We should be leaving now," she immediately pushes Steven towards th exit as more patreon filled towards where they were at.

One finally away, Sunny glanced behind and lets out a small sigh.

"Okay, I think we're in the clear now," she mutters.

"He wants the scarab," Steven mutters, "I don't think he'll leave us alone without it..." he pauses, "Love what was that?"

"What was what?" She asked.

"The scales...something should have happened but it didn't," he explained, "When he judged that woman in the Alps, her scales weren't balanced and she died. But nothing happened to you, why?"

"A story for another time," she said, continuing to glance over her shoulders, "Listen, Steven this goes under something under things I can't explain without freaking you out, you just got to trust me, alright?"

"Of course I trust you just..." He paused, "Are you some sort of undercover spy????" He asked.

Undercover what????

She looks at him confused.

Of all the things he could come up from what she said.

That's what he comes up with.

I mean, she really shouldn't be surprised at him....

He's lucky he's cute and she's absolutely taken by him.

"What? No! I'm not an undercover spy," she reassured him, "Just...in a bit of a weird situation, alright."

"Alright..." he concedes, "Just...you'd tell me if you were in trouble, yeah?"

"Oh, Steven, of course I would," she said. Steven feels a sense of relief hearing that. Something deep down inside of him would just die if he'd let anything happen to her.

"Ok, alright. Good," he said. She smiles and leans in to kiss his cheeks. His cheeks were a bright pink hue at the intimacy.

"I should let you get back to work now," She said and pulled away. He was about to protest when she stopped him, "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be at the local cafe just down the street. If Harrow tries to pull a fast one and corner you again, call me and I'll make sure to break his nose."

"Got it," he nods. He shouldn't admit that hearing that she would break a crazy old cult leader's nose made him swoon a bit, but it did (he'd lowkey paid to see it happen).

"Good."

"Though, are you sure you'll be alright waiting? Donna was peeved with me and forced me to stay back late tonight."

She rolled her eyes, "Of course she did," she muttered, "Although, I think a part of that was my fault. Sorry."

"Don't say that, love. Knowing Donna, she would've found an excuse to have me stay back anyways..."

"Maybe, but don't worry about me," she said, "I'll come pick you up with some dinner and we can figure out whatever this scarab thing is at home, does that sound good?"

"Yeah, that's aces," he says.

"Alright, I'll come back with some Thai food from down the street, stay safe and if Donna starts again, I'll personally give her a peace of my mind."

With that said she left, although she feels her shoulders become heavy. Just what the hell was Steven going through? She couldn't make sense of it, but that doesn't mean she won't stop trying.

This was gonna be a long day....

#moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x oc #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley x oc #marc spector x oc #marc spector x reader #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #nightmare eyes au

[starboygrove]

This is my gift for @dallae for @averyfruityhalloween 's ST gift exchange! <3 I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I did making it! - I also wrote a drabble to go along with it :)

Prompt: Robin and Nancy, romantic. Maybe something set in college where there's no Upside Down?

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1.1k words; fluff, mild hurt/comfort, slice of life; Nancy comforts Robin who is frustrated with struggling academically for the first time in her best subject.

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“Hey, it’s okay,” Nancy says softly, scooting closer on the carpet. “Let it all out.”

Worrying her lower lip between her teeth, Robin begins to grow warm as tears prick the corner of her eyes. It’s already bad enough to be so exposed and vulnerable admitting defeat in the face of academics. But having her roommate slash crush slash the most beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman on the face of the planet in such close proximity – it’s a hair short of overwhelming.

“I just don’t understand what’s wrong with me! Math is supposed to be my best subject, I’ve never struggled like this before.” She rubs at her face and heaves a frustrated sigh, nearly going cross-eyed staring down at her textbook. “I’m totally gonna fail all my classes at this rate.”

The words and little diagrams blur together in a jumbled mess of unintelligible nonsense, taunting her with the very real possibility of failing a class for the first time ever. It seems that maybe Steve was onto something after all, that not everyone is cut out for higher education. Full time at Family Video is starting to actually sound appealing at the moment; a thought she swore would never cross her mind.

Nancy makes a noise of indignation and exclaims, “I watched you write a ten-page paper in two hours the day it was due, and you got a ninety-eight percent!”

Too far in the depths of self-doubt, Robin shakes her head and chuckles derisively. “That doesn’t count, I literally just re-wrote a paper I did last year. I forgot it was even assigned and…ugh, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I thought I could do this!”

“Robin…” Nancy murmurs, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Sucking in a shuddered breath, she squeezes her eyes tight to stop the tears that threaten to spill. There’s way too much noise going on in her head, and Nancy is wearing that perfume she really likes, and her hand is so warm, and –

“Look at me.” The hand on her shoulder suddenly finds a home tenderly gripping her chin, Nancy’s forefinger and thumb using the barest amount of pressure to tilt her head to force eye contact. “You are not stupid. I don’t care what it takes; we’re going to get you through this. We can go find you a tutor, or schedule some office hours with your professor. You’re not going to fail, I won’t let that happen.”

Her breath hitches in her throat, and Robin’s face already flushed with embarrassment darkens for an entirely different reason. They’re incredibly close, closer than they’ve ever been, and the passion and conviction with which the other woman speaks makes her feel a bit dizzy. The moment Nancy stops speaking, her gaze lowers to Robin’s lips, then darts back up just as quickly as it had dropped.

Academic struggles suddenly long forgotten, she feels emboldened by the intensity of their eye contact and the decidedly intimate hold her roommate has on her chin. “Nancy…when did we become a ‘we’?”

Eyes widening in surprise only slightly, Nancy looks caught red-handed for a split second before her smolder returns stronger than before. The other woman ever so slowly leans in, giving Robin plenty of time to back away or say something in protest. However, she does neither, opting instead to simply freak out internally while remaining as still as a statue.

She can feel Nancy’s breath ghosting across her skin, a subtle strawberry scent of her chapstick detectable. Robin’s eyes flutter closed when as their lips meet, a tentative connection that soon deepens into a full kiss. It’s the perfect amount of pressure, firm and intentional yet soft and affectionate, a brief moment where both of them are able to portray the feelings they have for one another. When they part, Nancy’s hand moves to cup Robin’s face, thumb gently caressing her cheekbone.

“I think we’ve been a ‘we’ for a while, now that I think about it. Ever since--”

“You made that balloon animal guy cry at the animal cruelty protest,” she cuts Nancy off, face splitting into a wide smile. “That was the first time I legitimately had to stop myself from kissing you.”

“That was not at all what I was going to say, but duly noted.” Smirking smugly, she presses another chaste kiss to the corner of Robin’s mouth. “I was thinking of when you asked me to order for you instead of Steve when he came down for homecoming.”

Robin snorts and rolls her eyes, drily stating, “He’s never been to Crown’s, how would he know what I like from there?”

“Because you always get the same thing regardless of where we go.” Nancy closes the sizeable textbook and laces their fingers together. “So…how do you feel about being a ‘we’?”

“Weeeee,” she cheers softly, shaking their linked hands in the air.

Her bizarre tendencies never fail to amuse Nancy; the other woman giggles and shakes her head, fondly murmuring, “And if I were to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

“I’d be stupid not to say yes, and according to you, I’m not…sooo…” Robin grins, feeling rather giddy and elated. “Ugh, I can’t wait to tell Steve! He’s gonna flip!”

“What do you mean? He’s been here this whole time.” There is a visible struggle on Nancy’s part to contain her smile, barely able to keep her composure while bringing up one of their most treasured inside jokes.

“Oh, that’s right! How silly of me to forget,” she replies dramatically, and then glances over Nancy’s shoulder to the windowsill. “Whaddya think, Steve? A-plus performance, five star review, the whole shebang?”

Both women give full attention to the little lump of a rock. A small smile and two lifeless googly eyes adorning the face, and a tiny gold construction paper crown that Nancy made delicately rests on the top. Permanently perched on the windowsill, the pet rock was given to Robin by Steve as a gag-gift when she left for college.

It developed its own personality when Robin started talking to it as if it were actually Steve, entertaining Nancy and the few friends they’ve made at college with her antics. Originally intended as a joke, it has become somewhat of an enigma, nearing a god-like status in their group.

“He has such a way with words.” Nancy sighs and mimes wiping a tear from her eye. “I really liked when he said you’re definitely not going to fail your math class.”

“Mhm, totally. Personally, I really enjoyed when he said you should kiss me again.”

“Oh, I must’ve missed that,” she replies with a coy smile, already leaning in.

They’re so close that their lips brush together while she whispers, “How dare you, it was the best part.”

It seems that being bad at math isn’t the worst thing in the world that could happen to Robin, considering the outcome. Any hint of frustration over her class has completely dissipated, pure joy taking its place as she shares another kiss with her girlfriend. Truly, what could be a better result from academic hardship than winding up with Nancy Wheeler in her arms?

#ronance #ronance fanart #ronance drabble #gift exchange #art trade #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy

[beachy--head]

since you said you would try AUs and my mind literally only works in AUs here are more prompts lol (although i do think it’s harder to do drabbles for AUs 🤧):

high school japril - whatever tropes you want cuz i’m a sucker for all of it

or

they meet while traveling and keep running into each other

as you can see I was a bit inspired :D my very first au! It was super fun.

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The first time she sees him, she's trying to take a picture of the Colosseum, and he won't move out of the frame. He's not even taking pictures, he's alternating between looking at the map in his hands and at the amphitheatre in front of him, probably trying to picture the whole building as it used to stand centuries ago. She watches him as he notices she's waiting to take a picture, making a vague hand gesture before moving out of the way. She nods to say thank you, and he smiles before walking away, trying to shield himself from the italian sun. Her pictures don't do justice to the building standing in front of her, but she doesn't really care, so happy she's finally here and determined to enjoy every single minute.

The second time she sees him, she's getting out of Notre-Dame cathedral, feeling calm and at peace after talking to God in such a historical landmark. It's almost sunset, and he's leaning on the railway of a bridge, looking pensively at the Seine. She stops in her tracks, trying to make sure it's the same guy, and sure enough, the buzzed hair, the black messenger bag, the red sneakers tell her that he is indeed the same man she saw in Italy. She's weirded out, but well, coincidences happen. Why wouldn't two tourists meet in two of the most touristic places in Europe? So she crosses the bridge towards the Quartier Latin, making a pit stop at Shakespeare & Company (because who can resist a good bookstore facing the Seine?), and she misses the way his eyes find her and watch her walk away.

The third time she seems him though, she's starting to get freaked out. While the City is never void of tourists, it's also not the most obvious of places to visit in London, and the chances they would both book a ticket to get at the top of the Sky Garden, to admire the British capital from above, on the same day and at the same time, are quite honestly very low.

She's usually shy, but she's also usually curious, so she gathers all of her courage and marches towards him as he's taking in the view on the platform deck.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Am I...?"

"Stalking me. I'm pretty sure I've seen you in Rome and in Paris, and now here, and it's getting really weird."

"Now who sounds like a stalker?"

She rolls her eyes as he laughs, taking in his eyes, and his smile, and the way his shoulders move for the first time.

"I'm flattered I'm so memorable, but no, no stalking, I swear. Just a guy making his way through Europe. Like you?"

She doesn't know why, because this guy could be a psychopath after all (her ears ring with all of the advice her mom gave her before leaving, don't talk to strange men, stay safe, it's dangerous to travel alone), but they start talking.

They're still talking as they make their way downstairs, cross London Bridge, walk along the Thames on the Southbank before ending up in a pub. Jackson Avery, from Boston, tells her he's here because he has just finished college and that this trip is his grandfather's notion of a Grand Tour, sending him to Europe to broaden his mind and perfect his education (the only education he got so far though, he admits, is learning how to ask for a beer in five different languages). April Kepner, of Moline, Ohio, tells him that she's saved up for two years to go on this trip with her sister, but Alice's time off work was cancelled, and the tickets were non-refundable, so she went by herself and doesn't regret it.

They talk for hours, and through them all, she's trying to decide if all of their meetings are only a result of some random coincidences, of a complete lack of originality in their itinerary.

Hours later, in his hotel room, when he's moving inside her and she's gently biting his neck, she comes to the conclusion that she wouldn't be mad if they were the result of something bigger.

#drabble #japril #april kepner #jackson avery #ask

[august-writing]

Master plan - drabble

Just some fluff with Vinni and Rhyin

Vinni sat primly on the bench outside the Health and Safety department, her hands occupied fidgeting with her sash. It was a lovely late summer afternoon. The tree beside her perch cast dappled light, freckling her in sunlight. She walked past the spot every day for most of her life. She'd sat just like this at the end of her first day; tense and waiting for her father to pick her up. Of course he stopped coming when she'd become brave enough on her own, and she'd left the bench to be used by others. But, well, then she made friends with Rhyin, and he'd sit out here waiting for her.

So here she was. Waiting. And trying very hard to calm down and think about her master plan to get him to go dancing. With her.

Vinni pressed her hands to her cheeks, willing the warmth to disperse into her fingers. Her face felt so hot. She bit her lip imagining how red-faced she must look.

Silly, silly girl. You haven't even seen him yet. You're gonna embarrass yourself before you start talking.

She jumped up to her feet and dropped her hands to her side, taking a composing breath. "Just act natural," she whispered. Her head tilted slightly in confusion. What do I naturally look like? Oh no, he's so smart and observant. He'll notice something is off. Oh no, oh no what if he asks me what's wrong?

Her hands came up and pressed against her mouth, holding her pounding heartbeat in her throat. Gulping didn't seem to shove it back so her hands would have to do. 

I thought figuring out your feelings was supposed to help. Now everything's a bigger mess.

"Vinni?"

A jolt raced through her, crashing into her fingers still clamped over her mouth. It was Rhyin's voice. Of course it's Rhyin you goose, this is where you always meet.

"Hm?" 

She turned around to face him and...oh no he looked so confused. Which was kinda cute how much expression he fit in his eyebrows. He always looks so distressed and serious, it was so funny.

"What are you...doing?" A quirk of a smile pulled the expression all together into endearing.

"Hmm, it's comfy?" Vinni mumbled through her hands, sure that she looked ridiculous and red. Would her face ever feel normal?

"Okay...well, uh…" He trailed off, glancing around.

Abruptly, Vinni took a seat. She wanted to open her mouth and tease him for being nervous about whatever—what was making him hesitant?—but she didn't trust herself to behave right then.

Rhyin noticed her move and sat down next to her. 

Oh no. He's so close. Can he hear my heartbeat? There's no way he hasn't noticed my blush. I'm such a mess, my plan is gonna fail. Vinni ventured a peak to the side and caught him staring. Panicked, she froze like a deer.

"So how was today?" Rhyin calmly asked.

"Oh, it was good. A bit busy but, you know, that's normal. You?"

"Nothing interesting. Except Ketsler. But again, that's normal."

Vinni's nervous energy spilled out into a laugh. "He sure is!" 

Rhyin raised an eyebrow. Oh no.

"Vinni, are you sure today was normal? You seem...upset." 

Yep  I'm busted. Not like I'd ever really tried to keep something a secret from him. Oh well, time to get on with it.

"Well I'm not upset exactly, just nervous." Her gaze dropped to her lap, and her hands busy at her sash again.

He folded his arms, and she took it to mean he was listening.

"My sister is having a party. She is so excited about it she's even gotten my mom to be happy it's happening. I think it'll be fun. She's inviting her friends and they're from outside the capitol so it's kinda big. Also that means they know the best dances; those folk ones. I was gonna ask Ketsler if he wanted to come, but he's gonna be busy which means it's just me. So well, do you want to come?" She looked up at him, searching his eyes for an answer.

Somehow Rhyin folded his arms tighter, and looked more sceptical with his eyebrow raised. "Vinni. Your brother hates me."

"No! He doesn't, he just doesn't like you for some reason. Besides, he won't be there."

"I won't know anyone but you, and everyone is going to be upset that you brought me." 

Vinni rolled her eyes. "I don't think they'll really notice. We don't have to stay the whole time."

"Why would we stay at all then?"

"Free food?"

Rhyin sighed. "I don't dance."

"Oh, well that's easy, I'll just teach you. Unless you meant you don't dance because you don't like it, but that's silly. So really you have to dance with me." 

She expected him to frown at her, or at least huff. But no, he was smiling?

Why can't you smile more? I wish I could make you happy all the time... Just tell me what you need. Oh, it hurt. Like a weight on her heart, dragging her back. She wanted to grab his hand, to sit up next to him and squish her own happiness over. 

"Okay, fine I'll come." He leaned back against the bench, looking up at the tree.

"Really!" She gripped her knees, a grin across her face.

"Sure, just don't make me talk to a lot of people."

"Okay, I won't." She hummed happily.

My master plan worked. For all your genius tactics I've tricked you into having fun. You're doomed, you fool, this is only the beginning of many.

#text #writing #my writing #my story #drabble #vinni #rhyin #vinni/rhyin #keepers #oc #original character #original story #writers on tumblr #salt and light

[lyx-writes]

Hi!! Can I request a Beyblade burst sparking soulmate AU

So do you mind Valt x Sasha

They haven't seen each other in YEARS so when he meets her again, she looks COMPLETELY different, literally like a completely different person

She has long hair and a calm powerful aura around her and also she has a calm expression she also looks more mature, and she looks absolutely

✨gorgeous ✨

Hopefully this is good enough ^^

I’ve never written Sasha before but with some memory of how she was, hopefully she’s somewhat in character and also fits your description!!

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It had been a while since Valt saw everyone in BC Sol.

Honey, Kit, Rickson, Sasha, heck, even one of his best buddies, Cuza! He’d mainly see Honcho, Silas, Free and any other new recruits of course, but everyone else? Haven’t seen in almost years.

Now, he had a bit more free time. Sure, he could train like always, but he decided to take a break for a bit, and catch up with old teammates.

But also…

A weird, tattoo/mark had appeared on his wrist not too long ago. Apparently, that’s how you’re supposed to find your “soul mate”.

At first, he thought it was sort of stupid. But, every night as he goes to sleep, he can’t help but think more about it, and get more and more excited each day to meet this soulmate of his.

…

CRASH!

Jeez, he must’ve been too lost in thought!

Initially, he panicked. Until he looked up at the person he bumped into.

“Woah! Hey, you okay there?” The girl asked.

She seemed familiar, yet so different.

…

It… it was Sasha?

“Sasha!?” Valt blurted.

He stood up, excitedly and cheerfully.

“No way, is it really you!? God, it sure has been a while! Wow, you’ve- you’ve changed a lot!”

The girl chuckled.

“Yeah, it sure has been a while, huh Valt? You also look a bit different since we last met! How have you been?” she asked.

“I’ve been great! How about you? How’s everyone else doing?”

“We’ve been doing quite well! Say, are you heading over to BC Sol right now?”

“Uhh, yeah actually!”

“Great! We can walk together then!”

She grabbed Valt by the hand, and dragged him towards BC Sol’s home.

Valt was shocked, but went along with it.

Wow, she really did change. She seemed so… calming… gentle… and- he couldn’t really explain it. He was captivated by her. It must’ve been her calming aura.

As they were walking, he looked down at their hands.

…

Was that?… a mark on her wrist?

…

!—

That’s the same mark he has!

Could this be?

Was she… his soul mate?

He froze for a moment, trying to take it all in.

“Hm? Is something wrong, Valt?”

“A-ah, it’s uh— well…”

“VALT!” someone shouted.

A boy jumped down from a wall, and landed in front of the two.

It was Cuza! One of Valt’s good buddies in BC Sol.

“Valt! Where have you been!?” he pouted.

“Ahaha, sorry Cuza! I’ve been pretty busy…”

“Busy with what? Going on a date with Sasha?”

The two’s faces became red instantly.

“I-it’s not like that! We were just-“

“Awww, don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul!”

“WE’RE NOT DATING!”

The boy laughed. He hadn’t changed a bit!

He patted Valt on the back,

“Well, welcome back Valt! I hope you stay here for longer!”

Valt smiled brightly, excited for the upcoming events that may happen.

And also, to ask Sasha about this… soulmate thing. Perhaps, they really are meant to be.

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sorry this was short! I kinda just went along w a Drabble lol- and it was the best and only thing I could think of, so I hope you like it!!

If you want more, feel free to send another ask!! I look forward to more!!

#beyburst #beyblade burst #beyblade #beyblade burst evolution #beyblade burst god #beyblade burst sparking #beyblade burst db #valt aoi #Sasha guten #valt x sasha #writing #fanfic #drabbles #lyx-writes #i seriously dunno wtf to tag lmao #I’m so sorry it was short

[sereina-archive]

Serena sat on a cliff in the Stormbearer Mountains, overlooking the flat stone battleground where the Anemo Hypostasis, Beth, sat, along with an empty shrine of the depths a bit further. While one may think either curiosities caught the blonde’s eye, neither, in fact, had. Instead, stormy eyes were turned skyward, looking up into the clear summer sky.

Celestia. An unfathomable place of unfathomable distance, hanging suspended in the air almost like a moon would, however it did not move. The large piece of land had smaller landmasses dispersed around it, as if it were a planet itself bringing in objects to its orbit. Bridges connected the landmasses together, to each other and to the larger one. She leaned forward, resting her elbows atop her thighs as a warm breeze tousled her hair slightly. Her legs dangled over the edge of the cliff, the heel of her boot idly kicking against the rock.

So that was the place the gods fought over. Serena had seen it in the distance many times on her travels, but she never really stopped to look and think about it until now. Part of her soul, it felt like, was drawn to it. A siren song that made her want to find some way to get up there, but it was impossible. There were tales of humans ascending to glory, ascending to Celestia, but Serena could only remember two of such stories. With the countless number of living beings that had been born over the course of time, ascension of that caliber was so, so slim.

A hand found her vision, fingers folding around it and relishing in the cool feeling it gave off. It’s been said that vision holders are those with the best chance to achieve godhood. When an archon dies, it’s possible for an allogene like her to become a god. Briefly, her gaze moved down to her vision now, brows knitting together. Was that a goal she would want? Her vision was a testimony to her ambition, to her dreams, but she wasn’t sure if that included becoming a god. She didn’t think she’d make for a very good one, and besides, that would mean the Tsaritsa herself had to die. With how people in Snezhnaya spoke of her, Serena almost felt that was impossible.

She’d sigh, a hand idly moving to pet Rose, who was floating next to her. The pink seelie didn’t think much of her companion’s stupor. It wasn’t uncommon for Serena to sit somewhere and take a break, getting lost in a particular view or thought. After a moment, Serena would stand up. No sense in sitting around any longer. Serena had to get to the camp at the base of Dragonspine to prepare before making her trek up the mountain.

As she walked, a final glance was cast over her shoulder towards Celestia, the allure still wound around her soul like a tight thread.

#🌹 icy veins‚ warm heart | genshin impact. #🌹 drabble. #long post #im really tempted to go w the reincarnated goddess idea even more now tbh #like what if in her past life she was the goddess of night..... and then obv was killed and now serena is here! #and she obviously doesnt recall her past life or anything beyond weird feelings or weird dreams but nothing that ever makes her realize it #god i am still so into this game. help me sdgnsdjnh #also this drabble happens a bit before she meets red for the first time in this verse uvu

[burnedbyshoto]

split

— Shouto becomes victim of a quirk accident. In that he become two people who get along as well as fire and ice do. They clash at every moment, and only seem to agree on one thing: their love for you. Or in which Shouto gets split into two by a quirk that spilts chimeras and in order for peace to be found you find yourself in a threesome with two halves that make the one you love most.

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pairing: split!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, split!shouto, anal, double penetration, blowjob, rimming, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation, praise 

word count: 8,930

a/n: LMAOOOOOO this waas actually fun to write the names I gave them were super easy because I am uncreative. I used an anons rec for shoutos hero name: reisho so that’s what that is. and thank you to my lovely canasian for finding the original drabble I wrote. pls enjoy!

kinktober day 6 main kink: threesome

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“What’s going on?”

It was a series of words that often came out of your mouth because, as a Pro Hero, there were many times where you had no idea what was going on. It usually ranged from asking why Kaminari and Kirishima were giggling and avoiding your gaze when you walked into a room to coming onto an active battle where Bakugou and Midoriya were bloodied and crazed. There was nothing off-limits to those words, as they were, after all, said in complete confusion. 

“Where is he?!” you tried again, watching as nineteen different eyes look everywhere but at you.

However, it was without given when you watched your twenty -- wait, was that twenty-one? -- former classmates both stumble into one another as they turn to face you.

“Y/l/n-chan!” Mina squeaked, stepping up from the crowd, trying to cover up the two people in there that you couldn’t quite recognize as your classmates. “How was patrol? I heard that Todoroki-kun left you midway!”

You wished that last comment didn’t make your cheeks burn as intensely as it did.

Today had been one of the rare days that you had gone off on your route with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto. Both of you watched the busy streets and whispering between yourself as you avoided the masses, not wanting to get caught up with fan interactions that were rather unneeded. But there had been a large altercation that required Shouto’s expertise. Specifically, the voice at headquarters commanded that you stay on patrol while Shouto would leave. So you had watched as Shouto placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb softly petting your cheek, his smile warm.

“I’ll be back,” he had promised before taking off in a mist of ice and fire.

You continued the rest of your patrol with a rather childish pout on your face, you hadn’t enjoyed being sidelined like this, but you calmly assessed the situation. It probably wasn’t a fight you would be much aid in, and there was never a reason to send more than enough heroes onto a single area. But your route was coming to an end, and Shouto had still yet to reappear. Trying not to overthink it, you frowned while passing a store with TVs out in front.

Staring at the bright, flashing screen, you suddenly felt a sense of panic at the headliner: Chimera Quirk-Wielding Villain Apprehended by Pro Heroes Froppy, Pinky, and Reisho. (slight injuries on the hero team.)

With concern pitting up horribly in your stomach for your friends and boyfriend, you finished your assignment as calmly as you could, before finally getting to rush back to your agency. You had taken to the rooftops to get there as quickly as you could.

Through all that, you found yourself right where you had been in the beginning, staring at Mina, who despite the few scrapes of dirt and soot on your costume, looked normal. Your eyes glanced over at Tsuyu, who, like Mina, was unharmed -- which left Shouto.

“Something strange happened during that battle,” Momo spoke up, her face set with concern, her eyes, although not horrified, was definitely a bit at a loss for an explanation.

“Wha--?”

“The person we fought against could make chimera’s out of people, but the limits of their quirk meant that once they made a chimera, they couldn’t add more to the creation,” Mina explained, her head nodding as she looked from Momo to you. Her fingers were tugging at her pink curls, and you tilted your head.

“Is Shouto still smashed together with someone or something?” you asked, a bit hesitant to see what potentially horrific creation your boyfriend could have turned into. “I’ve seen Shouto show up home after the poop-villain fiasco, I swear I won’t cry if he’s ugly!”

“Well, no, kero,” Tsuyu frowned, her finger pressing to her lower lip as she tilted her head. “Mina-chan and I were a chimera for a bit, and the quirk has a limit when they make a chimera.”

You didn’t like how that was worded.

“Just fucking show her the idiots who threw the match!” Bakugou snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he shoved the crowd away in the middle, parting them like Moses did the red sea. 

Idiots? You thought, your confused expression growing as you looked from Bakugou’s frowning face onto what they had been hiding from you.

And you instantly understood why when you were greeted with two heads. One entirely redheaded, the other entirely white-haired, each with identical faces who looked at you with the same tone to their eyes.

“You see, their quirk can also separate chimera’s, and well… I — we, guess that Todoroki-san is one,” Momo informed you as you stared at opposite replicates of your loving boyfriend. “The villain said they’ve never split a natural-born human chimera before, it had been their first time, so the lasting effects of the quirk are unknown.”

The redheaded Shouto still sported a scar on his face, but he felt completely different. His face was cold, stare distant, and burning with a suppressed, denied fury that you couldn’t recognize on him outside of a battlefield. But even with the cold look encompassing his body and stature like a thick sheet of ice, when he looked at you with his set of two burning turquoise eyes, you knew his feelings for you were still the same.

The white-haired Shouto had no scar, and he looked much closer to the man you knew currently, except maybe a bit more open? His face quipped into a smile, his eyes swimming with mirth, joy, and content with finally seeing you here, all good emotions but emotions you weren’t used to him exposing to the public like this. But even with the warm, loving look burning softly around him, his set of grey eyes shone with feelings you knew were true.

“My boyfriend is split into two?!”

There was something wrong with that sentence, something that carried heat because the moment you said those words, both Shouto’s seemed to freeze next to each other. Icy and fiery glares meeting in an electric firestorm as Deku promptly dragged you out of the room with Momo and Mina. You struggled against Deku’s iron grip, only seeing white-haired Shouto’s jaw drop in the beginnings of a speech while redheaded Shouto glowered at him with all the intensity he could muster.

“Y/l/n-san, we need you to never, ever mention that they’re the same person,” Deku immediately spoke as soon as the door between the hallway and the room where the Shouto’s were closed. “He’s — they’re — not handling that information very well, and are acting rather… immature about who the real ‘Todoroki-kun’ is.”

“They’re not connected by the same mind?!” you spluttered, your own mind feeling like it was split down the middle at the hypothesis that your boyfriend was both of these men, but none of them. “So, it’s like a split personality manifesting completely?”

“We’re a bit sure on how to compare it to something such as dissociative disorder,” Momo spoke calmly, undoubtedly her mind working a mile a millisecond to make sense of the strange predicament you all were in. “He’s been in here for some time now. And from what we’ve managed to question from him, both parts of Todoroki-san remember everything. It seems they differ in just how they felt about it on an emotional basis.”

You blinked once, twice.

“Do you mind giving me an example?”

Goddamn idiot you were.

“Well, I guess the bigger emotional differences were during our high school years,” Midoriya mumbled, his fingers pinching his lower lip in thought. “A good example would be why he challenged me during the sports festival. Redhead Shouto said he did it because he hated Endeavor so much back then he was willing to prove his strength no matter what. White-haired Shouto says it was an overreaction on his own part and that he’s truly sorry.”

You frowned.

“It almost sounds like if Todoroki-san’s quirk had been only one of his parents, and his two halves are insights to the life he would have led if he had only one,” Momo offered a pursed stare. She didn’t seem too sure of her conclusion, but for you, it was enough.

“Honestly, you were the only one I saw both Todoroki-kun’s act the same toward!” Mina exclaimed, her hands grabbing your shoulders as she leaned in close, a sly grin on her face. “It’s like the two of you are destined lovers, no matter how the world is!”

“Mina!” you whined, feeling utterly embarrassed as she snickered loudly, her eye falling into a wink before straightening up.

“Alright, so just a recap: don’t mention which one is the ‘real’ Todoroki,” Mina warned, already moving back into the room.

“What do we call them then?” you whispered, feeling not at all prepared to stare at two, stupid hot versions of your same boyfriend.

“Ah-ha, well,” Midoriya smiled embarrassed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you all walked back in. “Only Kacchan brought up a nickname so far.”

“YOU STUPID FUCKING RED HALF!” Bakugou’s voice roared the moment the door opened, and immediately, you were pulled back into the mess of the situation. “I’LL MURDER YOUR ASS!”

“Someone was clearly not raised on manners,” came the snide remark from Shouto’s white half, and you watched on in horror as your old male classmates worked together to hold off all three rambunctious boys to keep from fighting.

“LET GO OF ME, SHITTY HAIR! I’LL GIVE THEM BOTH NEW SCARS IF THEY KEEP ACTING LIKE THIS!”

But you stared at the apathetic face on Shouto’s red half, his eyes somehow empty, dull, and angry as he glared at Bakugou.

Red half.

Red.

You looked at Shouto’s white half that was grinning at the challenge, icy frosting off his body akin to the explosions on Bakugou’s fists as he egged him on. 

White.

That would be easy enough.

You snorted, before walking forward, grabbing your boyfriend(s) hands in yours, and they quickly turned to look at you. Their gazes turning warm and full, their demeanor utterly different as the raging Bakugou faded into the background. 

“So, I’m sure you both know what’s going on at the moment,” you spoke clearly, just loudly enough to be heard over the popping explosions on Bakugou’s palms. “I also know you’re both confident in who you are, but the truth is you both have the same name, so we’re going to need a new thing to call the both of you. Is that okay?”

“Ah, I see,” white-haired Shouto nodded, his hand tightening around yours, his thumb running along the backside of your palm. “You will continue to call me Shouto, and we will call him, the Imposter.”

Wait, what?!

“I’m not the imposter,” redheaded Shouto rolled his eyes, taking the hand he held up to his lips, pressing a gentle, warm kiss to your knuckles — it contrasted chillingly with the cold, aloof tone he continues to have with his white half. “I am, after all, the one with the facial scar. It is the most recognizable feature of me. Clearly, you’re the imposter.”

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered and how your cheeks exploded in heat as both Shouto’s were suddenly kissing your knuckles. They only went further after leaving warm, chilling kisses on your skin. For they pulled you closer by your waist, a physical challenge between the two to claim you. Even though they both were for you.

It was only made worse by the wide-eyed, cheek splitting grins, and spluttering noises made by your old classmates who relished in this rom-com type embarrassment.

“Oh my god, enough!” you squeaked, trying to shove both overpowering men away from you.

“See, you’re being too much,” white-haired Shouto snapped, ripping you from redhead Shouto’s hold.

“Let. Y/n. Go.” redhead Shouto growled, hand exploding with fire, and you wrestled yourself out of white-haired Shouto’s hold to press your palms flat against each of their chests.

“You both better calm down right now, or else I’ll send you off with our friends until you’re back to normal!” you snap, your cheek radiating with explosive heat. With the threat heavy on their minds, redhead Shouto took away his flame, and white-haired Shouto took a less defensive stance. Relieved with their current treaty, you thrust a finger at both halves, looking between your way too amused classmates and your boyfriend(s). “You will be called Red--” you jabbed redheaded Shouto with your finger-- “and you will be White!” you spoke clearly, tapping white-haired Shouto with your other finger.

“Am I understood?”

Silence.

You glared at your boyfriend(s) who were staring down at you with wide eyes and gaping jaws.

“I said, am I understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” your boyfriend(s) sputtered.

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Highlight of Day One of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Where is Red going to sleep?” White asked as you settled into the, thankfully, large bed the two -- now three -- of you shared. “On the floor?”

The bed had been a present from Endeavor when Shouto had moved into your apartment with you. It was much bigger than anything you owned, and while you hadn’t been fond of the length and stretch of the bed, you indeed were grateful for it now.

“Y/n likes to be warm when she sleeps,” Red duly noted, glaring at White the entire time it took him to crawl onto the right side of the bed. He settled right by you, arm wrapped around your waist, chin grazing against your temple. “You sleep on the floor.”

“You need comfort to stay beautiful, and since you’re eliminated from being that because of the scar on your face, you can sleep on the floor!” White countered while reciprocating the same position Red was doing.

Red’s eyebrow twitched at that before his glare soured and became icy cold, “I have the bigger co--”

“Both of you shut up now!” you snap, the palms of your hands shoving their faces away from one another. You were feeling more like a mother to a pair of troublesome twin toddlers than the girlfriend of your boyfriend(s). “I don’t want to hear it!” you groan as both their jaws dropped to attempt to speak their mind. “If you can’t shut up and sleep, I’ll sleep on the floor!”

“No!”

“No!”

“Then shut up, love me more, and let’s go to bed!”

…

…

…

“You don’t have the bigger cock--”

“Oh my god!”

“Please don’t go, my love, White is an idiot.”

Highlight of Day Two of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Well, this is certainly an interesting thing to be experiencing,” Rei’s gentle voice filled the room as both Red and White sat at her sides. Neither one of them touching her, but their gazes warm and soft for their mother. Rei touched the cheeks of both her son(s) and sighed softly before returning her attention to you. “Has it been hard? I do hope they’ve been behaving themselves.”

You smiled in hopes it would help to hide the grimace on your features as you laughed.

Just this morning, the two of them nearly burned down the kitchen while trying to outperform one another in making you breakfast in bed. It was of ample notice to realize that just one Todoroki Shouto was not to be trusted in the kitchen, but putting two Todoroki Shouto’s in there had caused them to somehow burn water and melt the stove.

The eggs they managed to pull together were burnt yet undercooked and had eggshells in them.

It wasn’t the worst meal you’ve had fun enough.

“They’re doing just fine,” you lie, your smile warm at the woman you would hope to one day become your mother-in-law. “Just a bit odd to deal with two people when I’m so used to one.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. In fact, they initially saw Shouto was to be twins, but he absorbed the other one in the womb,” Rei admitted, a small laugh on her tongue as she politely covered her mouth, her eyes closed in her mirth. “A bit funny how it seems like this could have been the outcome of that life.”

You feel a cold sweat drip on the back of your neck as Red straightens, his eyes darkening as he makes contact with Rei’s arm, and fear thrums through every fiber of your being.

“Kaa-san?”

“Yes, Shouto?” Rei asked, her warm grey eyes taking in Red’s gloomy form.

“White called me ugly.”

Highlight of Day Three of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“My love, I’m not feeling too well,” White groaned on the couch when you first arrived home.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, you were still being cleared to work during this time of split Shouto. After a much-needed relatively short time away from home, you had returned after a patrol to a clean apartment living room and Red sitting on the singles armchair, and White sprawled on the couch. 

You froze, Shouto hardly ever got sick! His internal temperature was always so in tune to the things around him that no virus, bug, or bacteria ever managed to infect him with sickness. For all five years of knowing him, you had never once seen him sick.

“Oh my god!” you panicked, rushing to remove your coat and shoes as you ran over to the couch to feel his forehead for a temperature.

He was running a bit cold, as he always did on his right side of his body, so you internally freaked about if this was normal or not! Your Shouto always had a specific spot on his forehead that was considered normal, but this was not your normal Shouto.

You were fucked, so wildly fucked.

“Are you okay? What do you need? I can go get you a blanket. I’ll get some soup going! What medicine do you think you need?!”

“There’s…” White trailed off in his exhaustion, his hands rubbing his face in probably his sick delirium. “There’s only one thing that will help…”

“What is it?” you asked, leaning in closer to him so that his flushed lips were centimeters from your ear.

“I need... “ he trailed off, and you leaned in closer, only to be suddenly trapped in his arms and pulled on top of him. “Some one-on-one time with my beautiful girlfriend!”

The scent of burning leather filled the room.

“WHITE PUT IT OUT! PUT OUT THE FIRE!”

“Princess, I’m not feeling good.”

Good fucking grief.

Highlight of Day Four of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot.”

“Cold.”

“Hot!”

“Cold.”

“The store has both!” you sobbed, your boyfriend(s) adopting their possessive hugging on your body while out in public as you had attempted to get them out of the house because you thought that maybe, just maybe, they were feeling stir-crazy.

“But we always share our soba noodles, y/n,” Red looked down at you, tilting your chin so that you could look at him clearly. “I know you love cold soba more.”

“We get it, Ice Princess, daddy hurt your feelings, and now you still hate everything hot! Get over it; y/n always buys hot soba when you’re not around.”

“G-Guys,” you whimper, suddenly feeling drowned out with the clashing of ice and fire personalities around you as the crowd watched on in bemusement. “Please stop.”

They suddenly both turned on you, their eyes narrowed, faces fierce as they both exclaimed at the same time: “Which soba do you like better?!”

You’re too exhausted of them to even scold them like you had used to anymore.

In the end, they tried to settle it via arm wrestling, which resulted in a horrible tie. They had both tried to use their quirks to win, somehow forgetting in the heat of their battle that their quirks not only canceled each other, but their strength was painfully equivalent. 

Highlight of Day Five of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

To be frank, you missed kissing Shouto.

With them being the way they were and how horribly chaotic they acted, you knew if you kissed one, it would lead to them both impregnating you and slipping an engagement ring on your pretty ring finger well before you were ready for either one of those things. So instead, you stared at both of their equally perfect lips.

Full, slightly pouty pink lips that were somewhat chapped as they always were due to his quirk elements. Full, soft lips that you had felt pressed to your hands and cheeks for the past five days, and yet you craved it to be pressed against your lips, but that was undoubtedly dangerous.

But you continued to stare at Red’s lips, at White’s lips.

You liked seeing how their teeth exposed themselves when they smiled, or how he had barely formed dimples on his cheeks, the smile lines that had finally formed on his previously smooth face. You liked seeing the way he bit on his lower lip when he held his tongue, or how his tongue seductively swiped his lips when he caught you staring.

Wait—?!

You snapped out of your daze, staring at the suggestive, all too pleased look on White’s face as he leaned in close to you while Red was busy performing his daily workout routine.

“You want to fuck while Not-the-real-Shouto’s busy? He won’t know, I promise.”

You flush.

“No!”

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It was day six of split Shouto when you woke up.

Your eyes stinging with exhaustion as you stared up at the ceiling as bodies of ice and fire sandwiched you between them. They snored softly, breathes deep and full in perfect harmony as they slumbered. You hated Shouto. You hated him so much.

This could have been a fantastic experience in your fantasies. Cloning quirks were a thing, and often you would hear about the sexual endeavors many partook in while in the company of someone with such quirk. It seemed like so much fun. Someone existing solely to be fucked, replicated from someone you already trusted.

It seemed perfect.

But here you were. Living the life of many porn fantasies, but the clones — not clones — hated one another. You couldn’t even so much as breathe next to one of them for too long before the other came to rip you away, annoyed, and ready to reclaim you. They were behaving as if you didn’t already belong to them.

Maybe you could have handled the lack of horny, lusting out of your mind sex if they had simply allowed you to kiss them without starting a war. But they claimed they would rather die than see you kiss someone that wasn’t them (singular them).

So, you were struggling.

The internal struggle only grew when they woke up at the same time. Growing when they both exposed their scarred, perfectly muscled, and toned body. It grew when they pressed their sinful body against yours, and you could only look up at them with eyes like a full moon, heat wet in your panties. You wanted something to happen because watching them go at it again for the fifty-third time today suddenly made your mind snap.

Since they wouldn’t seem to quit fighting, you might as well be fucked while they fought amongst themselves. You were a big girl, you could handle two cocks around your body.

At the moment, you were in the communal kitchen living room area. You sat at the table, trying to enjoy your cup of tea while they stood a few strides away from you… arguing.

“Would you both put those mouths to better use than fighting with each other?!” you finally snapped, your hands tugging at the roots of your hair after you placed down your cup of tea. They had been fighting for the past hour as to whether or not Shouto’s first costume idea was created because of Red or because of White. 

Neither one of them claimed responsibility on that one funny enough.

They fell silent immediately. Both their eyes wide, brows furrowed, and jaws gaping like a fish as they tried to separate their conversation from what you just said.

“Better use?” Red stated, his blink slow.

A curling, devious smirk spread on White’s face, “Oh, did my love finally cave to being fucked?”

“I didn’t think you would be into cucking,” Red admitted, his own smirk growing on his face while White frowned and glared at him. “What? It’s obvious it would be you tied up, White. You can’t expect y/n to trust either one of us to sit there, so she’d tie us up. My fire would easily destroy the bonds.”

Ah yes, how could you forget that they’d adopted only one half of the one quirk Shouto possessed. Now while you definitely wouldn’t mind cucking both sides of Shouto at some point, that wasn’t what you were craving at the moment.

“Y/n loves ice trailing down her body, I can definitely satisfy her better!”

“Like I said a few days ago, I have the bigger cock, so shut up and watch us.”

They were going to drive you insane.

Standing up from the table, the chair screeching against the floor as you did so, their attention fell on you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, your heart fluttering in your chest as turquoise and grey eyes that you could read like nothing gorged into your form. 

You settled between them, feeling dwarfed between their taller, muscled forms. Red was in a white t-shirt and sweats, White in a black shirt and dark jeans. You were unsure as to why you felt so shaken when you pressed your fingers between the valley of their pecs, your tongue heavy in your mouth. You blamed it on the six-day dry-feast the idiots put you in, and the mere thought of finally getting your way was exhilarating. 

“This is what’s going to happen,” you say with no room for arguing, your gaze meeting theirs through your eyelashes. “We are all going to fuck. There’s three of us, and I’m the one who wants to be satisfied, so this will be a threesome. Fuck me any way you want, I don’t care, but whoever starts fighting first gets cucked.”

Red is staring at you with his piercing turquoise eyes, White’s gaze dropped to your tracing finger on his chest. But the consensus was the same.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A warm, fluttery smile breached your face, and you nodded.

“Good… now, fuck me.”

They begin almost immediately. Two initially contradicting forces of fire and ice abandoning their internal surge for power to appease and please you. There’s no stopping the shiver and the moan trapped in your throat when two identical sets of hands you knew and craved the touch of finally made contact with your body. Red’s hands were on your breasts, groping and massaging your mounds of flesh while his mouth pressed tantalizing kisses along the curve of your neck, along the length of your clavicle. 

White had dropped down, his mouth pressing hot, kisses against the flesh of your thighs and your ass. His fingers pushing the sleeping shorts you still wore, his calloused fingers brushing against your clit. 

You openly moaned, hands pressing against both White and Red for some form of support.

“You’re already so wet,” White groans his observation, his finger slicking itself against your wet folds. 

You shake, your head nodding in full understanding as you began to rotate your hips against his finger. Of course, you were so wet, you thought, goosebumps flashing against your entire body when Red pinched your nipples through your light tank. 

“You try living with two of me and be denied every physical need,” you gasped, your voice pitching the moment Red’s teeth sank into the sweet spot on your neck the same time White’s finger curled within your walls. “Fuck…”

“It’s so cute when you whisper like that,” Red noted, his hands lifting your breast, tongue smoothing over your irritated skin. “I bet you didn’t mind our quirk accident because you wanted something like this.”

Now that was definitely something you couldn’t disagree about.

But with the way your body was so desperately deprived and how there were two sources of knowledge on you. Knowing the perfect sensations on your sensitive parts of your body, you pushed them away.

Grey and turquoise blazed into your skin, but you huffed, grabbing them by the hands and pulling on them.

“I want the bed,” you affirm, your cheeks feeling warm, your eyes keeping on theirs. “We’re fucking on the bed.”

“Of course, my love,” they responded together. And the heat in your body seemed to multiple when you pushed through into the room. 

Guiding them into the bedroom, you didn’t release their hands until they were sitting down onto the bed—Red on your right, white on your left.

Their stares are expectant, already clouded with horny, lustful need when you let go of their hands. Before they could ask what was next, you leaned in, opposite hands pressing to each of their crotches, and they both groaned lightly in their chest. You palmed them through their clothes, your cunt throbbing with the fact that you enjoyed watching their hooded, lusting expressions bore into your figure. Biting down onto your lower lip, you stopped a tethering moan from escaping when both their hands grabbed onto your ass.

They fondled the flesh as you continued to palm them, the cock buried within their clothes growing harder and larger with every quick movement of your hand. They both were so hot and dangerously heavy hidden away in the confines of the pants, and you wanted nothing more than to be choking and stuffed full of them both.

But you don’t get your way just yet.

“On the bed,” Red suddenly commands, and you stop a squeak from embarrassingly ripping from your throat. You stumble on the large bed, and both Red and White shift so that there’s enough room for you to be perched between them. Ass on Whites side, face on Red’s, and you feel your body freeze when everything picks up speed.

White’s lips are on the back of your thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin while his fingers take up rubbing your cunt again. Your body trembles under his ministrations, hips shifting, and bucking against him as he once again buries his fingers into your blistering core.

But with the moans singing from your lips, you felt transcended. The way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each shift of White’s fingers proving that point, you focused in on Red, who had shoved your breasts over the hem of your shirt. You whimpered loudly when his fingers pinched at both nipples, tugging at the pebbled flesh. 

“Such pretty noises,” Red whispered, his nose brushing against yours, and you throbbed with the need to be kissed. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “Please give me more, more, please.”

Red inhaled sharply, his eyes blazing like blue fire before finally, he crashed his lips against yours, unable to hold back anymore, and you cried in glorious acceptance. You kissed Red back with everything you had. Your lips slick with your joining, mixing saliva while he continued to press bruising, heated kisses to your mouth. Your hands at one point had attached themselves onto his biceps, and you found your fingernails to be digging through his skin, but Red didn’t care.

He continued to play with your hanging, sore tits, his tongue entering the barricade of your mouth as he kissed you again, and again, and again.

His name spilling from your mouth until you froze, your back tightening the second something more was happening behind you.

White’s finger, covered in the slick of your essence, was probing through your ass all while he continued to finger fuck your cunt.

“Aw, you do like it when my finger goes into your ass!” White chirped, his finger pressing further past your tight rim, sending your mind into a flurry of thoughts and feelings at the sensation of being stretched out, while you collapsed onto the mattress. Red abandoned you. “Your ass always looks so fucking hot when it takes in my finger. It’s like it's sucking me back in whenever I try to pull out. So. Fucking. Hot.”

You could do nothing but choke out White’s name the second the finger curled in your ass and the fingers buried in your cunt came together to press between the thin wall separating the two cavities, and you keened at the feeling.

“White!” you yelled, your eyebrows furrowed in your pleasure, your hips bucking back against his hands. “More! I need more!”

It was at that moment his fingers abandoned your holes, but before you could cry at the loss, Red was back in front of you, naked as the day he was born. But his cock was hard, pressed against his stomach, standing tall and erect for you to suck.

“Come on, angel,” Red spoke, tilting your chin up so that he may press another sizzling kiss to your mouth. “Play with my cock.”

Still, on your knees, your back arched, mouth entirely occupied with Red’s mouth, your hand blindly grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. You kissed him harshly, thoroughly, not wanting to let him go without exploring and feeling every little thing you could offer while you run your hand up and down his length.

You fully moaned into his mouth when his fingers lightly brushed against your neck, showing how sensitive you are. He runs his hand all the way down to your hips and latches onto your ass cheek. You mewl against him, wondering just why he was doing that when something hot and wet pressed against your cunt.

Breaking off the kiss immediately, you turned around to see White’s face buried into your ass, but his tongue was meeting your cunt with every languid lick.

“Shit!” you curse, your hips bucking and moving to better find White’s tongue against your core. But before you could find your spot, his tongue abandons your cunt and presses back against your tight, tight rim.

Trembling, your eyes roll to the back of your head, all while Red reclaims your lips.

Your hand encompassing his cock began to pick up in speed as White seemed to interchange between tongue fucking your ass and cunt. Whimpering needs only resonated from your mouth into Red’s as you jacked him off sloppily, messily at heightened speeds while you begged for more.

It didn’t take long before they both pulled away from you, and you in your heat daze, teared up as you watched both Red and White step onto the floor, their twin, identical cocks out, leaking with precum that called your name. You didn't need to be told what to do at this point as you stumbled out of bed, falling to your knees right between them.

With Red’s cock in your left hand, you pulled him into your mouth, your right hand expertly, yet blindly jerking White off. You pushed your head as far down as it could go along Red’s cock, your eyes trying to keep on his the entire time. 

Relishing in the fact that his cock went unchanged, your tongue swirled around Red’s cock, your head bobbing along his length, and Red smirked down at you, pressing the tears in your eyes away. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting his head to your lip, you alternated onto White’s cock, your left hand continuing to jerk off Red.

White groaned at the sudden heat, immersing against his length, his hips snapping into your mouth as you took him all the way in. You had been dating Shouto for a few years now. You were definitely capable of taking him in your mouth in one go without trouble. But it just felt so different with one of your hands stroking off Red, and White’s hands grabbing your head while he thrust into you.

Before you could settle on White’s cock, you switched back to Red, who decided to command your every little instruction.

It quickly became a game between Red and White on who could make you choke and moan the loudest as they fucked your mouth and throat mercilessly. You, thankfully, were entirely enjoying it, your soaked pussy rubbing against your tight panties, and you rutted against the fabric trying to relive the building, fast pressure in your core. 

“Fuck,” White snarled when Red had you completely choked against his cock. His cock was shoved as far down your throat as it could manage, and he kept you there. Painful tears falling from your eyes while your throat struggled to remain relaxed despite the burning lack of oxygen. “Keep her there, Red. Don’t let her move.”

Red, who was only entranced by you for quite some time, looked up with amusement at his other half.

“What, you like this?” Red asked a taunt hidden in his voice but was buried under so much more throbbing lust. “You like seeing y/n choking against a cock?”

You whimpered against Red, your throat muscles fluttering and flaring along his length-- what was he planning?

“Who wouldn’t want to see y/n like this,” White breathed, and you shook at the nonverbal agreement that passed between the two of them.

You whined at the unknown, finally being released from Red’s cock, and you spluttered and coughed, drool and saliva drenching your chin while you turned towards White, ready to do the same. But you shrieked, the wind knocking out of you when they both picked you up from the floor and tossing you onto the mattress. You bounced when you landed. 

Both Red and White quickly moved to remove your clothes until you were naked as well, their eyes glimmering with their treaty, a million ideas undoubtedly pouring through their mind. 

White is on you first. He joins you onto the mattress, his lips pressing and languidly moving against yours, and you moan against him.

“We’re going to start fucking you now, baby,” White whispers against your mouth, his thumb running up against your still spit slicked chin. With just his finger alone, he moves you so that you’re on your hands and knees before him, waiting like an obedient pet. Your eyes flutter open, just barely opened so that you could meet his stormy grey eyes while his thumb slips over your bottom lip and into your mouth. “I hope you’re ready to be fucked… Red?” he called, his thumb pressing down on your tongue, instinctively flaring your gag reflex.

“Hm?” Red answered back, and you stilled when something hot and heavy smacked against your ass. 

Once, twice.

“Fuck her right.”

Silence.

You whimpered against White’s thumb, your eyes watering while you studied his determined, playful face. There's a chuckle from behind you, and you shiver at the fact that you could practically smell the knowing smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

And then it happens.

Red slams his cock into your awaiting, wet pussy with a pleased groan while you lurched forward onto White at the mighty snap of Red’s hips. Naturally so, you screamed Red's name, your pussy singing in absolute love over the fact that he’s buried entirely within you, undoubtedly claiming you once again.

Before you could sing your praises for Red, White’s shut you up by replacing his thumb with his cock, and you’re forced silent.

When they worked against each other, they were annoying, irritating, and often horrifying, but together? Well, as Red’s cock shoved more profound and deeper into your womb, and White’s cock conquested your throat, you hummed with the pleasure they brought. Together they were powerful, commanding, and unbreakable, and if the sounds of your wet pussy and choking mouth were to prove it, it was more than just a fact. 

You struggled to keep up with Red’s slamming hips, the girth of his cock stretching you out in an all too familiar way, and White driving cock that choked you out every time you moved. You felt dizzy with the thumping, tingling pleasure, your hand that held onto White’s hips clutching his skin, while your other one manipulated and circled your clit.

You wanted to cum. You wanted to so badly.

“You sound so hot choking on his cock,” Red laughed, his hand coming down to spank your jiggling ass with a single, powerful thwack. You bristled at the sensation. “Do more, sweetheart, I know you can do more; we’ve experienced you doing more.”

You garbled as White smirked down at you, your eyes just barely open enough to see the knowing look in his eyes.

“Use that little slut mouth of yours better, baby,” White taunted, his hand coming to pat your hollowed cheeks roughly, quickly, in a few stinging slaps. 

This is what you liked, you realized as you pulled away from his length, mouth swallowing his balls with heightened eagerness, your hand rubbing his length as you did so. White moaned your name, his head dropping in his pleasure as you did so. 

It must have done something for Red, too, because his fingers dug into the skin on your waist, his powerful thrusts becoming quicker, shorter thrusts that moved you against his cock with rattling power and craving lust. You whimpered against White’s balls and cried out in pleasure-filled pain the moment Red spanked you again, and again, and again.

Your cunt was fluttering, squeezing, and beating in time to your heartbeat. The pleasure within you grew from a light warmth to a blazing heat. You cried for more, your knees and thighs shaking for more.

More friction, more fucking, more of Shouto.

“Turn around, you little cockslut,” White grinned, removing you from his balls. “It’s my turn to fuck your pretty little cunt.”

Whining, you did as you were told, your limbs feeling like lead as Red smoothed back the hair falling on to your face.

Before you were ready, not that you minded, their cocks reclaimed your holes.

It was different this time.

They fucked you differently, you realized when White enjoyed pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back into you. His strokes and powerful thrusts send the coil in your stomach to grow tighter and tighter. But Red, fuck, Red had his fingers in your mouth, choking you with them as he slapped your cheek with his cock, his precum mixed with your slick smearing all over your cheek as he did so. 

“I want to make sure that you realize that me putting my cock in your mouth is a blessing,” Red coldly smirked, his eyes blazing with a whole other story. But despite it all, you nodded your head quickly. Altogether agreeing with the claim that you needed to earn his cock in your mouth again. 

“I kno thath,” you whine against his fingers, saliva shamelessly dribbling past your lips, your mouth closing to suck on his fingers. “I promith I’ll apprethciate your giff.”

He could try all he wanted, but Red was whipped for you too.

His cock immediately replaced his fingers, slamming to the depths of your throat, all while the wet noises of your throat and choking voices joined the squelching of your cunt. Your eyes rolled in your pleasure, your cunt thrumming with energy as Red’s hands encircled your throat, choking you while he fucked straight down your throat.

“You looked so pretty earlier when you couldn’t breathe,” Red snarled, his cock twitching in your throat the same time White’s cock twitched in your cunt. “I’m just -- fuck do that again -- trying to get you there… faster… Your throat really feels like your fucking pussy at times, shit.”

You whimper at that comparison as you forcefully clench your throat and cunt around both of your boyfriend's cock. 

But you vibrate when White’s finger traces your rim, his finger not disappearing into your wrinkled muscle, but stimulating it well past teasing. You pull off Red’s cock with a spluttering cough, your eyes burning, but you find White’s gaze immediately. 

“What’s going on, sweetness?” White asked, his eyes glimmering with knowledge of what you want already, but the slick fucker just had to ask.

Too bad you weren’t ashamed of shit around him.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” you moan, your hips slamming back against White’s still shifting cock, your hand clenching one of your asscheeks as you split yourself open for White. “Please fuck my ass.”

“Fuck!” they both seemed to growl, and without so much as a break, White switches from your ass and buries his length slowly into your needy, tight ass.

The pitchy, unstoppable moan from your mouth sends both Red and White into whimpering messes as you collapse onto the mattress, your chest heaving with your heightened stimulus. It was starting to hurt, your lack of orgasm, you just needed a bit more done to cum, and you wanted to.

“Where’s my dick?” White finally growls at you as he bottoms out entirely within you. You tremble at the question, body shaking with every stroke of his cock he makes afterward. “Where is it?”

“I-In my ass!” you wail, your ass clenching around him, trying to make him feel this heated pleasure as strongly as you were. “It’s in m-my ass!”

“Do you love my cock in your ass?” White snarls, his hands gripping your waist and slamming you back onto him, your ass squeezing with the sensation. You can’t speak; your mind is overloaded with feeling and emotion. “Why do I even bother? I know you love my cock in your ass.”

Red comes back into the equation, his hands grabbing your jaw and pressing your mouth against his into a searing kiss. You can hardly kiss him back, your mouth pathetically hanging open as he kisses your teeth, mouth, tongue. So, it shouldn’t shock you that in your near blissful blackout, Red hands your limp arms to White, who holds onto them.

His grasp and hold on your arms elevates you slightly off the bed, your back arched, and breasts exposed as he begins to jackhammer into your ass. You want to scream, you want to shudder and cry your sensations to the world, but Red interrupts once more by pressing his swollen, purpling head into your mouth, silencing you with gags and chokes while they both use you.

They both drive into you with ferocity and power, your body nearly limp and twitching with your ever still denied orgasm that refuses to back down, and the way the lack of oxygen makes you spin as Red’s balls clash against your throat in quick, succinct, patterns.

“Sit down, White,” Red snaps at White, and White, who was ever so entranced at how your ass was swallowing his cock, dumbly nods. “Y/n is about to cum, we need to make sure she cums correctly.”

You whine against Red’s cock, unsure if you heard him correctly when White drops your arms. But instead of falling forward as you thought you would, his relaxed arms wrapped around your waist tightly, bringing you down with him.

Your back was pressed against his chiseled chest. And you moaned at the sensation this angle brought in terms of depth and stretch. Your mouth, freed from Red’s cock, opened in a loud, scratchy moan, undoubtedly raspy from the abuse it went through from the vigorous face fucking.

“R-Red!” you cried, your legs shaking when White hooked his arms under your knees and spreading them out, exposing your wet, slick core to Red, who was merely watching. You shifted pathetically, wanting to have both of them on you, not just one. “Red, please!”

But, White’s hips began to thrust upward, resuming his fucking of your asshole, and you howled in pleasure as he breathed heavily, gasping in your right ear. But as your legs trembled, unsure if White would be able to keep your legs in such position, Red pressed on top of you, his weight keeping your legs spread, and his cock quickly slamming within your cunt.

You had one hand buried in White’s hair, the other slipping behind Red’s back when he pressed onto you. The second their cocks rubbed against each other through the oh so thin wall between your ass and your cunt, you screeched. The hand in White’s hair tugging at his roots harshly, and the hand on Red’s back drawing bloody mountains on his skin.

But this didn’t stop them, the slight pain you gave them doing nothing but making them growl in your ear, making your eyes cross in your oblivion while they continued to fuck you.

Sandwiched between them, your breasts crushed by Red’s chest, and your back buried into White’s chest, White let go of one of your legs that immediately latched around Red’s waist. Your eyes crossed, rolling to the back of your head, your mouth agape, but no noise coming out as every massive, hard thrust sent your soul into a new dimension. White’s hand sneaking between Red’s drilling hips and your cunt to pinch and pull at your clit as you shook like a leaf in a windstorm. You came without realizing it, your walls clenching like a vice against Red’s cock, and your ass clenching around White’s in tandem to your orgasm. Both of them moaning against your salty sweat skin, but neither one of them stopped.

Faster and faster, they thrust into you, gaining such speed and power that you felt akin to a ragdoll as they fucked you. They praised you for taking them both at the same time, senseless names, and wordless praise as you took them without a single wince of pain. You were theirs, they claimed, and they were yours. 

The sounds of their cock drilling into the wet caverns of your cunt and ass, the sticking shivering sound of their balls smacking your ass and cunt.

It was so much, growing to be more and more, until your orgasm was once again growing as you attempted to shift your weak, still trembling hips up and down their length, wanton gasps shrill on your tongue. Your body begging for more.

“Gonna cum,” they whispered together, his deep, raspy voice filling both of your ears, and you wailed as your own orgasm tipped once again.

“Cum in me, please cum in me!” you begged with everything you had.

And with your pleading heavy in the air, they came with you. You moaned at the feeling of the hot, sticky thick ropes of cum filling up both your holes, the cocks spasming uncontrollably within you as their hips continued to ride out their orgasms. Your chest heaves as their snapping hips become rolling thrusts until finally, they stop.

All three of you still joined, all three of you sweaty and tired.

When you pass out, you can barely hear them saying goodbye.

…

…

You wake up, your body sore and bruised around midnight.

You groan, stretching out your neck as you realize that there is no body on top of you or beneath you as that was definitely how you all had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Panic filled you when the bed was empty, and you rushed to your feet, cursing when your knees buckled out from under your weight.

Crashing to the floor, you groaned as you lay there.

“What are you doing on the floor?” an all too familiar voice asked you, and you looked up to see if it was Red or White.

You blinked when instead the once two distinctive heads blurred into one, and you stared at your finally normal boyfriend.

“S-Shouto!” you cried, your body weakly pressing off the floor, your arms stretching to you.

Shouto smiled warmly, softly, the perfect in-between of the facial expressions Red and White would give you.

“I’m back, sorry for scaring you like that,” he whispered as he joined you on the floor, letting your arms wrap him into a firm hug, not wanting to let go as you pathetically began to cry.

The two of you lay naked together on the floor, his soft apologies gathering in your ear as you held him tightly, having missed him entirely.

“Do you remember?” you eventually asked long after Shouto managed to bring you back into the bed. You lay curled into his side, your fingers tracing the marks on his body that you had left on both Red and White. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Yes… and I remember how it all felt too.”

“Ew… perv…”

“Try that again? Ms. ‘I-want-your-cock-in-my-ass’.”

“SHOUTO!”

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #bbs kinktober 2020

[chao-thicc-hcs]

hello ! how are you ? well if you dont mind, a scenarios for hakkai shiba with a kind and shy reader (she's working with the toman too), like one day she said to him" omg hakkai you're so cute, today your dressed very well" (she's shy but likes to tease him a lot, she's sincere of course and she have a small crush on him) she always cheer him up when he gets into a fight with his brother, and take care of him when he gets injured thank you take care of yourself ❤️ ❤️

I am doing good, anon, thank you! Hope you're doing great too! Also, stay healthy!

; Hakkai being friends with a shy reader;

Hakkai was confused how you were in Toman, because you're so kind that you will offer to patch up an enemy's wounds

Remembering how Mikey was he realized it is not impossible

He was not judging you, though, seeing how nervous you were during meetings, how you blushed when someone approached you and tried to talk to you, he found it adorable

You always stood in a corner, trying to remain invisible and did your best to avoid eye contact with the men in the shared room

However Hakkai was always looking at you, ready to smile and melt from the inside whenever he sees you shying away or just being kind towards others while you blushed

Once you bumped into him and accidentally spilled your drink over him

You got beet red and ran away from him, lmao

Fortunately he was able to reach you real fast and tell you everything is okay, reassuring you that he has a spare outfit and he will change

From that day on you felt compelled to make it up to him with small gestures, like patching his wounds after a fight (only him because you're too shy to even look at the other members), buying him shit and helping him in a fight

After some time both of you got really close, something like besties

Buuut when you witnessed more of what an amazing sweet cheesecake he was you developed a small crush on him, blushing every time he is close to you

You took special care of him, you always go to him to check whether he is severly hurt after a fight, ask him on every 1 minute how he is feeling, whether he has eaten, has slept well etc.

Hakkai thought you were adorable, so you could say he was fond of you and crushed on you a little... nah he liked you a whole fucking lot

Whenever you blushed around him, his knees were getting weak and he wanted to hug you so bad

The lad got comfortable around you in a short amount of time, willing to share more personal information, including the environment he has to put up with every day

You felt bad for him, and you were always there to cheer him up after a fight with his brother, you either invited him to your place or took him out somewhere to eat and distract him from his problems and overthinking

He never wants to lose you, never.

A short drabble under the cut!

Today, for the first time this year, Toman decided to just hang out, no gang negotiations, no fights, just meeting up at their favourite place, chilling to some music, eating snacks and have fun. You and Hakkai decided to meet up first and then continue on to Toman's desired destination. You wore your favourite outfit, just to impress your crush a little bit at least. As always, he was in front of your house in no time, waiting patiently while engaging himself with petting a stray dog that happened to pass by. You were finally ready, grabbing some snacks you had for both of you, but before going outside, you stared at one of your photos together that was put in a frame in the living room. You cherished this picture and wished you could be more, but for now, at this point in time things cannot happen. You snapped into reality and went to put on shoes and got outside, just to see him with the dog kneeling in front of your yard door. You called out his name while approaching him, giving him a hug. - Took you long enough, let's go. - he smiled and went forward You were dying inside, he looked incredible, neatly dressed, without that huge-ass earring he was usually with. Casual yet hot. You were in a good mood today, and this mixed with your wish to tease him was a ticking time bomb ready to burst out. You loved teasing him, especially when you know he is too nice to say something back. You analyzed his features and outfit, thinking of a way to say how good he looks and pour out your feelings without looking too suspicious. Then you remembered you adored teasing him, and he always fell for it and wasn't able to notice a single thing. - Oh my god, Hakkai-kun you're so cute! Today you dressed very well! - you blurted out with a smile, forcing yourself not to blush so it seems like you're just teasing him, but you wanted to complment him since he hasn't been feeling well because of his brother. All shades of red painted his face as his lips wiggled in embarrassment, turning around to calm himself down , trying not to fall down as his knees felt weak. His crush telling him this? Unfortunately, he wasn't aware of your feelings and took this too deep. - I-ah-um-oh-fuck! Thank, you, Y/n... I-i-i-i, thin-k you look ad-dorable too... - he was a stuttering mess as he spat out those words, trying so hard and failing miserably to hide his red face You smiled as a light blush took over your face too, wrapping your hand around his, letting out a light chuckle. - Awh c'mon, I am teasing you, no need to be so flustered! - oh you wish you were just teasing him, you were dead honest but didn't want to admit it. The rest of the day was spent in constant fun and games. Hakkai couldn't take away his eyes off of you as you were trying to get closer to other members by participating in the games.

#tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev hakkai #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev scenarios #hakkai shiba #shiba hakkai #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hakkai #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader

[shina913]

Gradation, Part 3.5 | JJK

Gradation, Part 3.5 (drabble) gra·​da·​tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another

–Source: Merriam-Webster

✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: JJK x reader

Genre: AU; mature content; Best friend!JJK; best friends to lovers; fluff; angst; slow burn; series

Word count: 1.8K+ words

Warnings: childhood memories; mentions death of a character (not major, though); super soft JK; baby JK and baby YN; marriage; long-term relationships; engagement; lots of fluff; excessive angst; unrequited love; pining

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: This is a JK POV chapter!

Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for Gradation! I’m still writing out Part 4 and having a bit of writer’s block--BUT I came up with this drabble instead to get my brain going again. It’s a JJK POV with a mix of various flashbacks. The context is more of a train-of-thought perspective from him. This is in relation to Part 3 so you might want to read that monster first before jumping into this one.

Huge thank-you (always) to my sister-in-angst, @deepseavibez for beta'ing this. Seriously, I don’t know what I would do without your fresh perspective and thoughtful insights. Also--my sis for her offline support and giving me the idea to this because--she was dying to know what JK was thinking! Thanks for letting me bug you while you’re on vacation.

4:30AM, Jungkook

One more hour until this alarm goes off.

What the hell happened last night? More importantly, why did it happen?

What were we thinking? What the fuck was I thinking taking advantage of her like that?

She said that she wanted to kiss me. Not gonna lie, she looked really hot when we were dancing and man…if it was possible for a dude to cum back to back after watching a woman orgasm, I would have.

Wait--stop thinking about that! You just fucked your best friend. But she gave you consent? It felt right at the time but was it really? Should we have done what we did?

Ah... maybe I need one of her pills to calm myself.

I’ve known her forever. Ever since she found me hiding under the slides at pre-school, she’s been pulling me out of every shitty thing that’s happened in my life.

It seemed like it was just like yesterday.

Why does eomma have to go to work? I hate this school already. All I got was sad looks from grown-ups and weird looks from the other kids talking about how I didn’t have a dad and teasing me because I wouldn’t take off my firefighter hat. They should just all shut up.

“Hi,” says a little girl with bowl-cut bangs and pigtails. “Are you playing hide and go seek,” she asks a little too loudly.

“Go away.”

“We can share! It’s two slides so we can both hide. I’m small and you’re small.”

“I said go away!”

She was affronted but instead of leaving me there, it seemed like she took it as a challenge. “That’s a cool hat.”

“Huh?”

“Your hat. My oppa has one in red and he has a jacket with yellow stripes. He got it from when we went to the firehouse down the street from my house.”

“You live close to a firehouse,” I asked curiously. My dad used to take me to his work all the time to meet his friends.

“Yeah! It’s so cool when they wash the truck. My appa takes me and my brother there to say hi and sometimes, I get to honk the horn. There’s a big playground behind the firehouse and we go and play there after and get ice cream and it’s so yummy. Tell your appa to take you there!”

Wow, she just wouldn’t shut up.

“My appa is gone.”

“My eomma is coming to get me later. Maybe when he comes to get you, she can talk to him and tell him to bring you there.”

“No, my appa is never coming back,” I said lowly as I tried to avoid her eyes and looked at the patch of dirt that I kept kicking around with my shoe.

“Why? Where did he go?”

“Eomma said there was an accident and appa got hurt and now he’s in heaven.”

Unprompted, she hugged me tight. Little did I know, her pet goldfish had also ‘gone to heaven’ not long ago. Her dad explained to her that the fish wouldn’t come back anymore but that it would remember how much she loved and took care of it. And wherever it was, it was up in fishy heaven, happily swimming and watching over her.

“YN? YN? Are you out here?” It was the teacher. Some kids got picked up right at 3PM but since mom had to work late at the shop all the time, I was always the last to get picked up at 5:30PM.

“YN, your mommy is here!”

“I have to go,” she says as she releases me from her grip. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

“There you are! Oh, you made a little friend,” the teacher points out as we emerged from behind the slides.

“Hi, baby,” your mom greets you as she walks out into the schoolyard. “C’mon, let’s go! We still have to stop by the big-kid school to come get Hobi-oppa.”

She walks towards her mom’s waiting arms but stops short. “Wait,” she says as she turns back to face me. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook,” I mumbled.

“C’mon, Jungkook,” as she takes my hand in her tiny ones and drags me towards her mom.

“Eomma, can we please, please, pleeeeease take Jungkook to the firehouse next time?”

Her mom is briefly taken aback then her face changes as if she remembered something.

She smiles warmly at me. “Is this your new friend,” she asks softly. “Hi there, sweetheart,” she greets me. “Are you new?” I nodded shyly while she still smiled at me. She then turns her attention back to her daughter, waiting expectantly. “YN darling, we should ask his parents first, okay?”

“But, but, but, he doesn’t have a daddy so can appa take him with us to the firehouse and the park and get ice cream? I don’t want him to be sad.”

“Uhm...” her mom looked apprehensive but the look of determination on her little face made her think twice about arguing with her. She was always strong-willed and once she had her mind set on something, you’d be hard pressed to distract her from it. The teacher whispers something in her mom’s ear and her expression changes from apprehension to compassion.

She crouches down to meet her daughter at eye-level to try and reach a compromise.

“Okay, sweetheart. How about we talk to his mommy first? And if she says it’s okay, then we’ll tell appa. Does that sound good?”

“Yay! Do you hear that, Jungkook? You can come with us!”

“Do you know if his mom is coming soon,” her mom asks the teacher.

“No, she usually comes much later,” she responds regretfully.

“Oh, that’s too bad. We have to leave to pick up my son. Uh--would you happen to have a phone number? Maybe I can give her a call and try to arrange some sort of play date.”

“Yes, I do. Why don’t we come back into the classroom and I can look it up in my directory.”

“Thank you. Alright, YN. Do you want to say goodbye to Jungkook for now while I try to find out if I can talk to his mommy? You’ll see him again tomorrow.”

“Buh-bye, Jungkook. I’ll be back tomorrow,” she waved as she walked back to the classroom with her mom and the teacher.

“Ok. Bye, YN,” I waved back.

She was so loud and had no regard for personal space but she was so nice to me. I couldn’t wait to see her again the next day.

Countless amounts of playdates, carpooling, and sleepovers later, here we were--laying on the same bed together under different circumstances.

She’s seen me through my tantrums and mood swings. She knew how to calm me down and reason with me when I got upset at my mom or if I started acting out at school.

My mom did the best that she could but she was also trying to build a life for us, all on her own.

YN and her family were there to fill those gaps. It’s ironic how close Hobi-hyung and I have become after all these years. He used to only see me as another boy who wanted to take his toys from him and kiss his little sister.

Well...he was eventually right about one of those things.

I sometimes wondered what it was like to kiss her.

I held off asking out other girls during school dances to find out if someone was going to beat me by asking her first.

And sadly, I did get beat. All the time. I had resigned myself to the fact that she was just going to be my best friend...and I was completely okay with that. She was always there for me, always showing me kindness just because she didn’t want me to be sad. I was happy about that.

“Who the fuck does Derek Lee think he is,” she drunkenly asked as we sat in her dorm suite during senior year in college. She was going on and on about some university donor’s kid in her class.

“Who gives a shit? Here, have some more popcorn,” as I handed her a bowl while my brain buzzed with alcohol.

“Do you think I’m cute?”

The question took me by surprise and I gave her a look. “Cute?” I echoed with a mouthful of popcorn.

“Yes. Like, do you think I’m cute like, cute-pretty or just-cute?

“Uhh—I think I had one too many. What’s the difference?”

“Cute-pretty meaning you see me as someone you would date—like a girlfriend-type. S-someone you would make out with. Or cute-cute…like a pet bunny,” she slurred.

“I wouldn’t mind a pet bunny,” I chuckled.

She playfully pushed me on the shoulder. “Come on, Kook. I’m trying to get deep here. What do other girls have that I don’t? You think I look like I don’t want to be kissed like they do?” Her jaw is slack from the alcohol as she asks me pointedly.

We stared at each other for a bit. I wondered if she was actually waiting for an answer from me. And it might have been the alcohol, but instead of verbally responding, something propelled me to inch forward, closing in on her lips.

Her eyes widened and she suddenly pushed me back. “Yaaah...what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“I was just—“

“Ok, maybe I should have said that this was a rhetorical question. I didn’t need a demo.”

“Sorry—alcohol.”

“Hmm...maybe we should lay off the sauce. Anyway, I’m done with him. First he wants to flirt and leave these cutesy text messages then he ghosts me...” she trails off.

I tried to sleep it off that night when I got back to my off-campus apartment that I shared with Jimin and Tae. I never mentioned it to them but as I laid in bed, I thought: what if I asked her out just to test the waters? Would she say ‘yes’?

******

The next day, I came to stop by her class so we could go get a snack at the cafe off-campus, as we usually did. And there he was, giving her a kiss and walking off with her shortly after, hand-in-hand. Just then, I get her text telling me that she met up with a friend and that she’ll catch up with me next week.

I told myself that it just wasn’t meant to be. She was my friend, after all and she never stopped loving me or including me in her life. I did the same.

And now, here’s my friend--sleeping peacefully next to me, dressed in hardly anything else but my shirt.

Since the day she walked away with Derek, I hadn’t thought about kissing her for a long time...until last night. And not to mention I got more than what I bargained for.

I was perfectly content having her in my life. When I least expected it, she came to me when I needed someone. She became that person--my person. She put me back together and held me that way until I found my footing.

Now, she needed me and I wondered if I could do the same for her…I wasn't sure but I’d be damned if I didn’t try my hardest.

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Stay Away

Pairing: Reader/Jason Todd

Genre: Smut

TW: AGE GAP!! PSEUDO-INCEST! PLEASE READ SUMMARY, IVE RECEIVED LOTS OF CRITICISMS FOR THIS FIC SOOOO 

Summary: THIS IS A REPOST SINCE TUMBLR TOOK IT DOWN DUE TO POSSIBLE REPORTS LOLOL 

This fic is about a young Robin!Reader with a much older Jason. Mentions of past sexual abuse. This started out as a drabble lol, I got carried away. Anyway, Hope you enjoy! I love reading comments, so don't be shy!

Edit: Due to this fic being my only controversial one, I’d like to update the warnings by giving a brief description of what happens. Reader is adopted by Bruce at 14, she has a small innocent crush on Jason that isn’t explored until she is older (Jason has ZERO feelings for her at this stage because SHE IS JUST A KID HERE). At 16, she becomes more aggressive in flirting with Jason. At 17 (Gotham’s legal age of consent- I based this on New York’s age of consent), she has oral sex with Jason. At 18, they have sex (Jason is 27).

I wrote this a while back, and now that I’ve learned a few things along the way, I realise that a sexual relationship between a 27 year old and an 18 year old is still highly problematic- even though legal. I do not condone these actions in real life, and I doubt Jason would as well. This is purely fictional, an outlet for my fantasies when I was younger. I still do not believe in creative censorship and I want people to enjoy this fic even if it has no place in the real world. We are all allowed to escape into fiction and our own fantasy and enjoy them privately without guilt. 

“And this is Jason,” Bruce introduced you to him.

Another one?, Jason thought, though he felt slightly guilty for thinking it. He had many problems with Bruce, but deep down he knew that Bruce adopted all of them out of kindness and good intentions.

“Hey,” he grunted, holding out his hand.

You just looked at him with big, frightful eyes, still sticking close to Bruce’s side. You looked young. You couldn’t have been older than fourteen. Your hair was cropped messily short, and it made you look almost like a young boy.

Jason raised an eyebrow and dropped his hand when you didn’t take it.

“Who’s he?” you whispered to Bruce with a soft voice that the average person wouldn’t have been able to hear.

“He, well,” Bruce hesitated, “He’s Red Hood.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up.

“I decided to tell her everything,” Bruce explained to Jason, “So she can make an informed choice since young.”

“When you’re that young,” Jason glanced at you then back to Bruce, “Anything would sound cool. Even something dangerous that will rob you of your childhood. It’s not an informed choice, you’re basically dangling a cookie in front of her.”

“I’m not young,” you squeaked, “You’re just old.”

Jason scoffed at that.

Though you had voiced out your comeback, you were still shaking in nervousness, refusing to meet his eye.

Jason couldn’t blame you for that. He knew how his eyes looked.

“All of you were younger than her when you chose this life,” Bruce said softly.

“Did we really choose, Bruce?” he argued back.

“I’m not encouraging her,” he defended, “In fact, I’m doing the exact opposite. This time, I’m telling her the truth and nothing but the truth. The good, and the ugly.”

Jason saw how you didn’t like the way the conversation was going, talking about you as if you weren’t there. You had a deep frown on your face that made you look older than you were, but also, paradoxically, a cute pout that brought out the child in you.

“Whatever,” he finally shrugged, “Your kid. As if any of us had a say in anything anyway. If this was the only reason why you asked me to come here, I’ll be leaving.”

He turned to leave the manor, to go back to his safe house.

“Good riddance, old man!” you called out after him in a shaky voice.

Jason looked back and raised an eyebrow. You immediately blushed and avoided his eyes. In the back of his head, he thought about how he could recognize your accent anywhere.

***

The next time Jason visited the manor, which was about two months after the initial introduction, he found Bruce training you basic self-defense in the Cave.

Your hair had grown slightly, and you probably fixed the cut to suit your features better.

“What happened to being discouraging?” he said out loud.

You jumped at his voice, but Bruce looked at Jason knowingly.

“It’s just self-defense,” Bruce explained, “Useful regardless of Robin or not. She’s a fast learner.”

Jason saw how your face lit up at his praise.

Great, he thought. You weren’t even Robin yet and you already got that Robin complex every one of them seemed to have had.

The constant need for praise and emotional connection from Bruce, as well as a sense of delusional idolization of the man who adopted all of you.

“Where’s Grayson?” he huffed.

“Right here, Jay,” Dick’s warm and bright voice came from behind. Jason resisted the urge to jump just like you did.

Dick was already in his Nightwing costume, and walked towards you.

“Hey little sis!” he greeted, arms open. You flung yourself at him for a hug.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“Don’t the two of you live here?” he scoffed.

“Just because you’re emotionally constipated doesn’t mean the rest of us are,” you shot at him.

Jason smirked. You were feisty, yet still wary of him.

He found that adorable.

“She’s right,” Dick chuckled, “You wanted to see me, Jay?”

“Later,” he mumbled, and changed into his alter ego.

Once Jason and Dick were alone on patrol, he brought it up.

“Don’t you disagree with this?”

“With what?”

“Her,” he said, “Or more specifically, him bringing her into all of this.”

“I did at first,” Dick frowned, “But you’ve only met her once, Jay. You don’t live with her. She’s been through a lot, and her being Robin, well, I think it’d be good for her.”

Jason felt his chest tightening. Bruce had always used the excuse that he made all of them into Robin to help channel their emotions into doing good, to prevent them from falling into darkness.

Yet, Jason still did. And he fell right into an abyssal void that he was still trying to get out of.

“Maybe,” Dick continued, “You should get to know her. You’ll see what I’m talking about, and what Bruce sees in her. Tim disagreed at first as well, but after a while, even he warmed up to the idea.”

He frowned at Dick, and then looked away, sighing.

“Whatever.”

***

A month later, Jason had agreed to meet Dick and Tim at a diner.

The food wasn’t that good, and the service average, but it held many memories for him. Dick used to take him there after patrol when he was still Robin. When he went rogue, Dick had brought Tim there. Post-rogue, all three of them would meet up.

He was early, because he was closer. He waited about ten minutes before he saw Tim walking through the door, with Dick behind him. Following Dick, he saw you.

He frowned.

He supposed that he had to get used to you being around, since you were already in the picture.

He didn’t know why he felt like distancing himself from you. With Tim, he had a good reason. A personal reason that he had moved on from.

But you? He had no reason to push you away. Though, Jason had the tendency to push everyone away.

Dick took a seat next to Jason at the booth, and across from him were Tim and you. You were dressed simply in an oversized hoodie he recognized belonged to Dick. It made you seem smaller and younger than you really were. Your hair was in a short bob now. So you were growing it out after all.

Fine. He decided to give you a chance. He had been unfair to you, after all.

“Isn’t a bit too late for you to be out, kid?” he poked at you, “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Fuck you, you colossal freak of nature,” you cussed at him.

Jason was taken aback.

And then he started laughing out loud.

You weren’t so bad after all. The shyness and wariness that you displayed the earlier times almost all gone, and then there was that familiar accent that he somehow felt at ease listening to.

Dick let out a loud groan.

“You owe me twenty,” Tim suddenly said to Dick.

“Come on,” Dick addressed you, “I had faith in you! What happened?”

“It’s just in my nature, okay?” you pouted, “I can’t help it.”

Dick fished out a twenty and threw it at Tim.

“What is happening?” Jason asked, confused.

“I bet ten that the first thing she says to you would be an insult, twenty if she threw in the word ‘fuck’,” Tim grinned.

“And I,” Dick enunciated dramatically, “Thought that she would at least hold it in until after we finished eating.”

“What, you a potty mouth or something?” Jason smirked at you.

“Unless Alfred or Bruce is around,” you grinned.

It was the first time you smiled at him.

“Coward,” he shook his head, “I used to say all sorts of shit even in front of Bruce and Alfred. You gotta step up your game, kid.”

“And Alfred got you bankrupt, didn’t he?” Dick reminded, “You had to put so much of your allowance in the swear jar.”

“I believe in freedom of expression, alright?” Jason huffed, “I had to stand by my principles.”

“Principles?” Tim scoffed, “You?”

“Yes, me, Timbers,” Jason reiterated, “I’m a man of my word. If I’m gonna swear, I’m gonna go all the way.”

“You’re an old man of your word,” Jason heard you mumble.

“I’m only twenty-three, sweetheart,” he responded, “Dick’s the old man here.”

“Am not!” Dick protested.

“Yeah, Dick’s not,” you agreed.

“How does that make any sense?” Jason challenged.

“Because Dick doesn’t treat me like I’m a kid,” you shrugged, “He brings me up to his level, so I don’t see him as an old man. You on the other hand…”

“But you are a kid!” Jason argued back, “What are you, twelve?”

“You know for a fact that I’m fourteen!” you growled.

Jason grinned at you, and expected you to continue defending yourself. But for some reason, you just remained silent, and he saw a blush of red settling on your cheeks.

“Whatever you say, kid.”

***

The time that passed between that night and the next time he came back was shorter. He watched you train with Dick, and saw that you had already improved a lot.

He went back, and came back again, three weeks later. Your moves were faster, cleaner, more efficient.

He went back, and came back again, a week later. You landed a blow on Tim.

Soon, he realised that he was looking forward to his visits, because he wanted to see how much you progressed during the short time he was gone- and you never disappointed.

“She must be training nonstop,” he casually said to Tim one night on patrol. Bruce still didn’t allow you out with them yet, because you were still too new.

“Dude, she wakes up at four every morning to train for two hours before going to school,” Tim told him, “After she gets back, she does her homework and studies for a bit, and then trains again for another three hours before going to bed. She’s borderline crazy.”

Jason frowned to himself.

He knew that pattern. Training relentlessly to lose himself in the physical exertion, to feel like he had some sort of power every time he landed a punch, to regain some sort of control.

You were either running away from something, or towards something.

“I never asked,” he started, “But how did he end up adopting her?”

“Uh,” Tim rubbed the back of his head in hesitation, “I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you. You should ask her yourself.”

“Oh, come on,” he groaned, “You mean to tell me that you asked her yourself? Dick or Bruce didn’t tell you?”

“Of course!” Tim grumbled, “We’re friends, Jason. We hang out. We talk. You’re the only one missing from the circle.”

“Fucking whatever.”

***

He really wanted to ask, he really did.

If not out of care, then out of curiosity.

But honestly, a heart to heart talk with another human being? That wasn’t him.

Yet, he really wanted to know.

He had tried to sit down next to you when you were just watching TV alone in the living room, he had tried to knock on your door while you were blasting shitty music out loud. He had even tried to call you up and see if you wanted to meet him for dinner somewhere.

But he never got to it.

In the end, a year had passed since he first met you, and it was your big night. It was your first debut as Robin.

“Stick to at least one of us,” Jason overheard Bruce instruct you in the Cave, “Don’t go off on your own, don’t act first, and always listen to orders.”

“Yes, sir,” you rolled your eyes, then put on your domino mask.

Jason smirked at your attitude. You had come out of your shell and he learned that you were really a feisty, sassy, annoying little brat.

He thought the Robin uniform suited you. It was more modern than his was- the colors more muted- and he saw that you probably had demanded Bruce to include designs of your own. Like how your black cape sort of shimmered in the light, and how there was fucking lace at the lateral sides of your legs.

Your hair was long now.

All of you split up during patrol, and Jason had found himself panting on a roof after taking down a dozen guys who thought it was a good idea to seek revenge for the time he pissed on them from the edge of a building while they were doing a drug exchange.

It had been pretty funny, the way they were so furiously humiliated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a movement. He turned to look at the building from across the street, and saw that you were sitting there on the edge, legs dangling, overlooking the alley below.

He grappled to where you were and silently approached you from behind.

“I thought he told you to stick to someone,” he said.

“Jesus, fuck,” you jumped, “Stop doing that, you asshole.”

“Think of it as training for your ears,” he chuckled, and sat down next to you.

“I was with Bruce, then Dick, then Tim, then I ran away from Tim to find you,” you explained, “Looks like you found me first, though.”

“Why did you want to find me?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged, “It’s my first night. Just wanted to see everyone in action.”

“Well, you missed one big fight,” he said, “Took out a dozen guys in under five minutes.”

“Not bad,” you smirked, “Wish I could have seen it.”

“You will eventually,” he hummed, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, because you obviously have done worse,” you poked.

“Is that why you were so afraid of me in the beginning?” Jason wondered, “Because you knew I killed people?”

“I was never afraid of you,” you frowned, “What gave you that idea?”

“You couldn’t stop shaking the first time I met you,” he reminded.

“Fine,” you conceded, “You looked pretty big and scary. And when Bruce said that you were Red Hood, that shook me up a bit. But it wasn’t because you killed people.”

“That’s a first,” he scoffed.

“But now I know that you’re just a massive prick who pretends to be badass to cover up the fact that you’re just a sad, fragile being- well, it’s hard to be scared.”

“Oh, we’re throwing shade now are we?” he snickered, “What about you and your obsession with training just to compensate for the fact that you feel small and weak inside with no control over your life?”

He had expected you to retort, but you just frowned and looked down towards the alley.

Shit.

Jason always had that problem where he didn’t know when to shut up, or what not say to people. Granted, most of the time he didn’t care if the other party got offended or not.

But he didn’t want to hurt you.

He was just going to open his mouth to apologize until-

“I’ve been here before,” you started, “This alley. A long time ago. My big brother- he dragged me here away from my dad so he could beat me up.”

Jason remained silent in shock.

“Not that my dad was any better,” you added, “I guess my brother was like that to me because my dad was like that to him.”

He didn’t know how to respond to that. Was he supposed to comfort you? Or tell you something funny to distract you from the sadness?

Instead, he asked, “What about your mom?”

Jason’s mom had been there, yet not fully there. But when she was, he was grateful at least, to know the warmth of a hug in a run down apartment with no heater during the winter.

“Died giving birth to me,” you explained, “Dad always blamed me for it. He’d tell me that he wished I was never born- that he wished he wore a condom when he fucked mom, that at least if she was alive, he didn’t need to fuck whores.”

“And fuck whores, he did,” you continued bitterly, “But they weren’t enough, I guess. He- he even- I-”

You never finished your sentence, but you didn’t need to. Jason was smart enough to put two and two together.

He felt his blood boil, his rage seeping in. It was like he was that Red Hood again. And for the first time since he came back to Bruce, he didn’t try to push that memory away.

He could go rogue again. Just one more time.

“Where is he- they- where are they now?” Jason managed to grit, tasting blood in his mouth.

“Dead,” you snorted, “Thanks to you.”

“What?”

That took him out of his burning anger.

“Turns out dad was working with Black Mask,” you elaborated, “He dragged my brother with him as well. It’s how he managed to afford all those prostitutes and heroin, I guess. I think they were at one of those shipments you crashed or something back then. You left twenty dead.”

Fuck, he remembered.

Black Mask was at the docks, waiting for a shipment of weapons, drugs, and girls. He remembered feeling frustrated that Black Mask slipped away before he got to him, so he took out his anger on everyone else working with Black Mask.

“Lived in the streets after that,” you continued, “Fend for myself. Cut my hair short so people would think I was a boy. I had to stay tough, you know? When Bruce found me, I was doing an odd job for one of the local gangs. Small one. Was supposed to recruit people my age. Start them young, he said. I guess Bruce had been following me for a bit. He approached me and that scared the shit out of me.”

You paused to smile sadly at the memory.

“But he just asked me for my name, and age,” you stared into space, “And he told me that I could do better than that. That I had potential. He asked me if I wanted to help people rather than drag them into dangerous stuff. And how could I say no? Especially after wishing for so long that someone would come and help me when I was with my dad and brother living in a run down apartment with a leaking roof near Crime Alley.”

You finally looked at him.

Jason was glad that he was wearing a helmet, because he wanted to hide from the stabbing guilt he felt. He didn’t want you to see him that way.

“So you’re right,” your blank white lenses pierced his own, “I train because I want to feel strong, because I’ve felt weak my whole life. I train to feel as if I have control over my own body, my own movements. Hell, even the fact that I grew my hair long gave me a sense of control.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason finally managed to croak, “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, “Plus, you did me a favour before. I kind of owe you one.”

“Favour?”

“You got rid of my dad for me,” you stood up, “Thanks.”

And for the first time, looking up at you as you were looking down, smiling at him, he didn’t see you as a kid.

“Sure thing, kid.”

***

Jason started dropping by once every two weeks. Sometimes he would even come around twice in a week.

He had warmed up to you after you told him your story, though he was kind of frustrated that Dick, Tim, and Bruce were all right, and he was the wrong one all along because he didn’t know you.

But then, you also started warming up to him.

And that became the major issue.

Since you donned the Robin uniform, your ego had spiked up. Your confidence and arrogance came with every progress you made. A year into Robin, Jason couldn’t see a semblance of that frightened little girl with the short hair, voice shaking as she tried to insult him.

No, now you were just so fucking annoying.

And for some reason, you started to be more aware of your sexuality as your confidence grew.

At the age of 16, you had started coming onto Jason strong.

“Jason,” you pouted at him, “Why don’t you come stay at the Manor anymore?”

“Because you’re there, kid,” he joked, staring at Gotham’s skyline from the rooftop where you, him, and Batman would occasionally stop to catch a breath.

“Jasooon,” you whined, high pitched and long, “I miss spending time with you.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, because you were touching his arm, squeezing his biceps. Not that you could see his face, given the helmet he wore. He kind of missed how you were back then. All you had were insults and swear words for him, and you definitely didn’t whine.

“Don’t you have Tim to annoy?”

“He’s always busy,” you huffed, “And when he’s not busy, he’s sleepy. Tim’s boring. You’re more fun, in an assholey cocknose dickweed kind of way.”

Ah, there it was, your colorful language. He had to admit, your creativity impressed him.

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” he chuckled.

“So why don’t you come over some time and we can have some fun?” you purred seductively.

Jason was taken aback.

He wasn’t sure whether you meant it innocently, or whether you had hidden motives. He glanced at Bruce who was minding his own business, ignoring the two of you.

He didn’t think you would flirt with him in front of Bruce, so he dismissed it and blamed himself for thinking lewd things.

“My idea of fun involves a bottle of whiskey and B-Grade horror movies, kid,” he patted you on the head, “And you’re too young to drink.”

“Hmph,” you slapped his hand away, “That’s not what I was talking about, but whatever.”

You strutted away.

It wasn’t that he didn’t find you attractive, it was that he shouldn’t find you attractive. What was a 16 year old doing flirting with someone his age? Weren’t you supposed to have crushes on the quarterbacks in your school?

Hell, even if you wanted someone who knew of your nighttime activities, there always were the Teen Titans, whom you regularly joined. That Aqualad wasn't a bad kid, but for some reason he didn't like the thought of you dating just yet.

But still, you had no business with someone like Jason. Age wise, or personality wise.

*** Two weeks later, he dropped by again for movie night.

When he walked into the living room, the only person who quirked up when they saw him was you, probably because the rest had already heard him coming.

“Jay!” you squealed, and ran to him, flinging your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hey- oomph,” he slightly stumbled. It was the first time you hugged him.

And now that you were so close, he was hyper aware of you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top- with no bra. He could smell your vanilla lotion and your chocolate spice shampoo.

He could feel your strong arms, your heavy weight, your burning heat against him.

And for the first time, he actually got turned on by you.

Fuck, he thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. As if the age difference wasn’t vast already, you were still underaged.

He awkwardly patted you on the back, in an attempt to respond to the hug. He could make out Tim and Dick snickering at him at his obvious discomfort.

“You’ve gained weight,” he gruffed, trying to break the hug because he was dangerously close to popping a boner.

As expected, you let go of him.

“Yeah, I did!” you grinned happily, “I’ve gained about five pounds of muscle mass!”

You started flexing your toned biceps comically.

“Maybe you can gain five pounds of brain mass next time, kid,” he smirked and ruffled your hair.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a medical condition, you twatwaffle arsebadger,” you shot back at him.

“Jar,” a chorus of lazy mumbles from everyone else rose.

You grumbled and walked towards a coffee table, where a clear mason jar almost filled to the brim with folded notes sat. You shoved in five dollars.

Jason took off his jacket and sat next to Dick on the long sofa. You then hopped towards him and started snuggling next to him.

Jason looked at Dick in question.

Dick merely shrugged.

Jason had a hard time concentrating on the movie that night, because you leaning your head on his chest, and playing with the denim of his jeans absentmindedly.

He wasn’t used to it.

Human contact.

And he knew how you were. You were probably the same with Dick and Tim. You just chose him that night to snuggle up to.

But then you made a comment about how hot the guy in the movie was. Jason didn’t think much of it until you leaned up to press your mouth on his ear and whispered, “Not as hot as you, though.”

That made him jump out of his seat in panic.

Everyone else looked at him suspiciously, but you were just looking at him with a knowing smirk.

“Toilet,” he mumbled, and left.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” he paced in small circles in a washroom down the hall.

He looked at his reflection only to see how red he was at his ears. He gripped the edges of the sink and took deep breaths, trying to play it cool.

Now, it was obvious that you were flirting with him. There was no denying it.

But why on God’s planet were you?

Jason groaned quietly to himself.

Whatever. He thought that you’d probably just drop it eventually.

***

Half a year later, and it didn’t.

And it got bad. Real bad.

Jason still kept visiting regularly, and every single time he did, he would get almost sexually harassed by you.

He was just sitting down in an armchair in the living room, reading a book, when you came along, and with the most arrogant, most entitled smirk, sat on his lap.

“Get off,” he grit, eyes never leaving his book. He was scared of what you were wearing this time.

“But you’re so warm,” you hummed, swinging up your legs across his lap, so that you were being cradled by him and the armchair.

“The fire’s right there,” he pointed to the fireplace, “If you need help, I can throw you in it.”

“I’d rather you throw me in bed,” you purred.

He snapped his book shut and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Just. Get. Off,” he growled.

It was dangerous. Your smell was intoxicating, and you were shifting and shuffling against his front. His mind started to wander, and he hadn’t even looked at you yet.

“But Jasooon,” you whined, “You’re nice and soft.”

He glared at you.

And regretted it.

You were wearing an almost see-through white loose t-shirt that exposed your shoulders. The thin fabric clung onto the curves of your breasts which were- thankfully- covered by a pink bra. You had a pair of satin booty shorts on which hardly covered your ass, which was sitting on top of his crotch.

“Actually, no let me take that back,” you pretended to wonder, “You’re pretty hard.”

And you gave him a wicked grin.

His eyes widen in panic and he stood up suddenly, causing you to fall flat on the floor.

“Fuck!” you cursed, “What's the big deal, jizzcock?”

He left the room and rushed to the toilet. He looked down, and found his penis was normal, flaccid, non-erect, unfilled.

That bitch fucking tricked me, he thought.

And he fell for it.

He went to look for Bruce who was in the cave, in front of the computers.

He took a wheeled chair and sat behind him.

“Bruce,” he started, “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” Bruce asked without sparing a glance at him.

That ticked him off a bit.

“It’s about your daughter.”

Jason saw Bruce pause, and then turned around to finally face him. “What about her?”

“She’s been flirting with me,” he grumbled.

Bruce raised an amused eyebrow.

“She’s sixteen, and she’s flirting with a twenty-five year old man!” he complained, “If she’s doing this to me, God knows who else she’s been doing this to!”

“And?” Bruce questioned.

“And? And?” Jason repeated, “And aren’t you worried?”

“She can take care of herself,” Bruce stated, “She’s mature. She won’t let herself be taken advantage of.

“Look, Bruce,” Jason squeezed his temples, “It’s great that you trust her and all that, but don’t you think it’s kind of fucked up? Christ, she’s sixteen!”

“And she’s well aware of that,” he said, “What would you have me do? Do you want me to talk to her?”

“Forget it,” he gave in, and left for his safehouse without saying goodbye to you.

Because that night he laid on his bed in the dark, guiltily thinking about your ass on his dick earlier. But thankfully unlike earlier, he had allowed his cock to fill up.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he thought of that time when you and him went jogging around the manor. You wore just a sports bra that showed off your cleavage, and sports shorts that rode up your ass. He couldn’t resist looking at the way your tits bounce with every step, and when you ran in front of him, his eyes darted down to check out your ass before he realised what he was doing and excused himself.

Excuse himself because he needed to stop looking, to stop thinking.

But now, he let his thoughts free.

He thought about how that one drop of sweat trickled down between the valleys of your breasts, how your muscular back glistened in the sun, how flushed your cheeks were.

He glanced down at his cock, which was already hard and leaking precum onto his stomach, twitching in need of attention.

“Don’t touch it, don’t touch it,” he muttered.

He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, but he could try to resist from touching himself.

He owed you that at the very least.

He gulped loudly.

It really wasn’t fair. You didn’t look sixteen, or act sixteen. You were far mature even at a younger age.

But you were still sixteen.

And it wasn’t fair how you could tease him and get away with it.

“Fuck,” he groaned in frustration.

The way you swore sort of turned him on as well, oddly. He loved your use of language, and how dirty your mouth was.

How even dirtier your mouth would be if he shoved his cock in-

“No,” he whined, and he touched his cock.

He stroked it once, twice, three times, and then he came hard, long ribbons splashing onto his chest.

“I am a jizzcock,” he whispered to himself in shame, and then cleaned himself up.

***

Three months later, Jason had just come back from a mission in Mexico. Throughout his trip, he’d been bombarded with texts from you.

The topics spanned from the usual banter about training, Dick, and how you’ve been annoying Alfred with “ok, boomer” memes, to you sending him mirror selfies of yourself in fitting rooms trying out clothes that made Jason almost drool and you attempting to flirt with him.

Jason responded normally to the former, but sent short uninterested texts to the latter.

But when he came back to his safe house, he found his spare handgun on his bed- which was not where he last put it. On it, was a sticky note with a written message:

Try not to lick. R.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. R must have stood for Robin, and then suddenly Jason gulped, wondering what the fuck you had done to his gun.

He opened his phone to check his conversation with you, only to find that you had sent him a ten-minute length video.

His thumbs were shaking when he clicked play.

The video started with a closeup of your face in an awkward position, setting what Jason presumed to be your phone, on a surface with an angle you had in mind. Jason looked behind him and saw that his chair had been placed right in front of his bed, where you must have put the phone on.

“Fuck,” Jason realised. He did not like where this was going.

Or did he?

In the video, you then strolled to his bed, fingers touching his sheets. You were wearing nothing but a white flowy sundress that Jason thought made your skin look absolutely radiant. But instead of sitting on his bed, you had gone out of the frame, and then came back with the gun.

He swallowed hard.

You sat on the edge of the bed with a naughty glint in your eye. And then, you started to caress yourself sensually, squeezing your breasts as you made your way down to between your legs.

Jason realised he had started sweating and panting, getting aroused as his cock slowly started to fill out.

You spread your legs and dipped your hand beneath your dress, but Jason still couldn’t see anything because you had taken the fabric and hid what was going on under. He saw your mouth fall open and you let out a long, loud moan.

“Jason.”

Jason’s breath stuttered. His cock was aching in his jeans, begging to be touched.

Your hands were working underneath the fabric, teasing Jason with only an idea of what you were doing.

“I’m so wet, Jay,” you purred at the camera.

And then, your other hand went to take the gun.

You brought it up to your lips and flattened your tongue against the gun and licked all the way to the muzzle. Even in the low quality, he could see your saliva wetting his gun. Then, you gave him a wink and brought the gun to where your other hand was, between your legs.

Jason stopped the video then and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nose at an attempt to calm himself down. Once he did have a semblance of control, which took almost five minutes of just trying to steady his breathing, he opened his eyes and dialled your number.

“Hey, Jay,” you picked up.

“What the fuck?!” he roared, “How the fuck did you get into my safehouse? Hell, how did you even know where it was?!”

“Oh, Jason, please,” he could hear you roll yours eyes, “You’re overreacting.”

“Over-?” he growled, “Overreacting?! You came into my house and then started to- started to-”

“Fuck myself with your gun?” you giggled.

His dick twitched.

“You need to stop this, kid,” he tried to bring his rage in, “Stop it, before you regret it.”

“Or what?” you teased, “What would you do to me, Jason? Spank me?”

He couldn’t. Jason just couldn’t with you. So he ended the call and threw his phone across the room.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and buried his face in his palms. His cock was still aching, and he was dying to touch it.

He glanced at the gun next to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and then unbuttoned his jeans, letting out a hiss of relief when he could finally take it out.

He started to furiously stroke his cock, just staring at the gun laying there. He wanted to smell it. He wanted to lick it. He wanted to see if he could still taste you on the metal.

“God fucking dammit,” he cursed, and then he came in pulses.

*** “What’s up, fucktrumpet?” you poked.

Jason let out a long and heavy breath from his nose, the sound becoming static as it went through the voice scrambler of his helmet.

It was a week later, and Jason had joined patrol with you, Bruce and Tim.

“Fuck off, kid,” he walked away from you, pretending to be looking out for something from the ledge of the roof.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, coming closer to him anyway. “You enjoyed it.”

“Tim,” Jason turned away to approach the younger man, “How’s things?”

“Don’t ignore me!” you ran after him.

“Leave me out of whatever this is,” Tim sighed. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Pfft, you’re always in the mood for me, Timbers,” Jason nudged his side with his elbow.

“No, she’s always in the mood for you,” he pointed to you, “For some reason.”

“Well, I’m not in the mood for her,” he grit.

“Meanie,” you pouted, “All I’ve ever been is nice to you, Jay. And what do you do? Act like an absolute thundercunt.”

He wanted to laugh at that, but he couldn’t. He had to keep up his appearances.

“Listen here, you brat,” Jason finally turned to you and poked your shoulder hard with his finger, making you wince. “You stay the fuck away from me.”

“Hey, Jay,” Tim suddenly interrupted, “You don’t need to do that, man.”

“This little bitch broke into my house and started defiling my things, Tim,” he growled, “Yes, I need to do that.”

“Defiling your things?” Tim repeated.

You let out a soft giggle.

“Forget it,” Jason threw his hands up in the air. “I’ll patrol alone.”

Jason saw the slight disappointment in your eyes when he left which made him feel a little guilty, but he ignored it.

Whatever, you were basically just asking for it.

***

Another half a year went by, and Jason found himself at the Manor for Dick’s barbecue and pool party. He was already dreading it, because he knew you would be up to no fucking good, especially when you had the excuse to wear a bikini in front of him.

He had contemplated about not going, but Roy was going to be there, and Roy was making him go.

The first person Jason looked out for was you, because he had to be on his guard. He was standing at the glass sliding door of the manor that opened to the pool to survey the crowd. He spotted you in the pool, laughing at who he assumed was Aqualad- Jason didn't bother to learn his name- wearing a dark red bikini top that fixated behind your neck.

“Jaybird! You made it!” Roy’s voice boomed all the way from the other side of the pool and came running to where Jason was standing awkwardly.

He knew many of Dick's friends, but he was never particularly close to any of them besides Roy and Kori. Now that Kori was gone, Roy was all he had left.

“Don't call me that,” he grumbled back.

“Aw, come on,” Roy groaned, “You came to a pool party in a t-shirt and jeans? Seriously?��

“I wasn't planning on swimming,” he shrugged.

Roy was sporting a horrible bright yellow swimming shorts with green palm leaves.

“Well, I was, so I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded and decided to head to the pool chairs and put on his sunglasses. He even brought a book to bury his nose into to avoid social interaction.

He heard a splash of water and from the corner of his eye, saw you coming towards him.

“Don’t even,” he snapped at you before you could get a word out.

“I wasn't even going to do anything, fucking dipshit,” you shot back.

Jason forced his eyes back to his book to avoid getting caught looking at how the water trickled down your glistening skin that looked oh so soft-

“What do you want then?” he huffed, turning a page.

“Well,” you began, taking a seat on the pool chair where Jason's feet were, “I was going to ask you about Roy.”

Jason glared at you, peeking from the top of his book.

“What about Roy?”

“You guys are close, right?” you hummed.

“I guess so.”

“Like, best friends?”

“What are we, twelve?” he scoffed, “Why are you asking me so many questions?”

“Well, since you're close to Roy,” you started, “I was wondering if you knew his type.”

“His type?”

“Yeah, like what kind of girls does he like?” you grinned.

“Ones who aren't underaged,” Jason growled.

“Jason I'm already seventeen,” you reminded, “Which is the legal age of consent in Gotham.”

“It doesn't matter,” he grumbled, “He's older than me, which makes him way too old for you. Forget it.”

You pouted, and then stood up. He had to redirect his gaze back to his book.

“It’s like you don't even know me, Jaybird,” you snickered, and with a flip of your wet hair which splashed droplets of water onto him, you strutted away.

He was gritting his jaw so hard he could feel his teeth ache.

Fuck, why can't you just stop?

“I need a fucking drink,” he muttered to himself and left for the kitchen where he rummaged through the refrigerator to find a stout.

He popped open the bottle cap on the marble edge of the kitchen island.

“Alfred would kill you if he saw you do that,” a voice laughed.

Jason rolled his eyes at Dick, who was sipping on a can of beer behind him. “I’ve gotten in trouble for worse.”

“God, I forget how similar you guys are,” he leaned against the counter.

“Who?”

“You know who. Her,” he pointed out.

“We’re not the same,” he denied, heading back outside.

“No, she deals with her issues better than you did,” Dick followed him, “As a matter of fact, you're still dealing.”

“Get to the point, Grayson,” he snapped.

“The point is, she’s not a kid, Jason,” Dick told him, “Why don't you give her a chance?”

Jason stopped in his tracks, standing still before exiting through the glass door. It was quieter inside the manor.

“A chance for what?” he grit.

“To prove herself to you,” Dick explained, “I've noticed how you treat her, Jay. Tim as well. It's like you're trying to push her away. Why? You don't think she's good enough?”

“Holy shit,” Jason started laughing humourlessly, “You think this is about me simply not liking her? You guys think I'm just being angsty?”

“Isn't it?” Dick cocked his head to the side.

“She's been fucking flirting with me, Grayson,” Jason said.

“Okay, I get that, but she sort of flirts with everyone,” he shrugged.

“She comes and sit on my lap, whispers stupid shit in my ear, sends me pictures of herself trying on revealing clothes, makes vulgar motions with her hands, fucking tries to seduce me,” he listed down, “Don't tell me she does that with everyone.”

“Okay, maybe not,” the older man frowned.

“Let me tell you, then,” Jason walked closer to Dick, “She broke into my fucking house, sat on my fucking bed, and started recording herself on her phone, and then sent the video to me.”

“Wait, what?” Dick sputtered, “Recording herself doing what?”

“You fucking know what,” he stated.

“Oh, Jesus,” Dick ran a finger through his hair, “Wow, she's ballsy.”

“That's your reaction?” Jason scoffed, “She's ballsy?”

“I mean-”

“She's sexually harassing me, Grayson!” he argued.

“But,” Dick began, “What did you really think about it? I mean, really?”

“What do you mean?” he hissed.

“Did you watch it?” Dick persisted. “The video?”

“What- I- no, I just-” Jason spluttered, caught off guard.

“You can't lie to me, Jason,” Dick gave him a mischievous smile, “You like her, too. That's why you're pushing her away. Because you don't think you're good enough for her.”

Fuck Dick and his fucking superior detective skills.

“She's too young for me,” Jason simply stated.

“Well, apparently not too young for Roy,” Dick smirked.

“What-” Jason turned around and looked outside.

You were in the pool, standing in the corner. You had a hand on Roy’s chest, looking up at him and laughing. He had a hand on your waist, and was whispering something into your ear.

Jason went into a fit of rage when he saw Roy touching you.

“Mother fucker,” Jason swore, and without thinking, went straight to where you were. He stood there at the edge of the pool, arms crossed, and looking down at the two of you who were both unaware of his presence.

“Roy,” Jason growled.

Roy jumped and looked at Jason in panic, and as if you electrocuted him, immediately jumped away from your touch.

“H-hey, Jaybird,” he awkwardly laughed, “I was just- I was- uh- I was telling her about what a great friend you were.”

“Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” he nodded vigorously, “Jason here is super good with his aim as well. Could even rival mine.”

Jason ignored Roy, and glared at you, who was looking up at him with obviously fake innocent eyes.

“Out,” he commanded.

“What?”

“I said out,” he repeated. “Out of the pool. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, come on, Jason,” you started to whine, but then stopped when you saw his expression.

You climbed out of the pool, and again, Jason had to avert his eyes. Without sparing a glance at you, he gripped you by the arm and pulled you to go inside.

“Ow! Jason, let go, fucking cocksucker!” you cried.

He snatched a towel from Tim’s grip as he walked, ignoring Tim’s protests and stares from others, and then threw it on top of your head.

“Ugh- Jason!” you complained. He continued to lead you inside the manor, up the stairs, and to his old room.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

“What's the big deal, you shitpouch?! Who do you fucking think you are? Fucking cumwipe, pisswizard, cuntpuddle...”

That wasn't the end of your swearing. You went on for another good minute of words that could make Batman blush, before stopping.

You were fuming. Your face red, your expression twisted into a scowl, water dripping all over the wooden floors, the fluffy towel around your neck that you hadn't used.

God, you were so hot when you were angry.

“You done?” he deadpanned. He sensed that you were going to go into another stream of name calling, so he cut you off.

“I told you to forget Roy,” he grit.

“And since when have I ever done what you told me to do?” you shot at him

You had a point.

“Look, kid-”

“I'm not a fucking kid, Jason!” you yelled at him for the first time, “I haven't been a kid since my dad- since I was twelve!”

Jason suddenly felt pain in his chest.

“I know you've been through shit,” Jason acknowledged, “What happened with your dad and your brother- I’m fucking glad I killed them. And even if I hadn’t back then, I would have broken every single rule and hunt them down and make them suffer before ending their lives after finding out what they did to you. Hell, before you told me that they were dead, I was already ready to turn every single rock to find them.”

Your expression softened at that.

“And I know you had to grow up fast,” he continued, “All of us who lived there did. But you're out of that now. You don't have to fucking try so hard to act older than you are anymore.”

Your eyes shone with anger once more.

“That's the thing you never got, Jason,” you spat, “I'm not trying. I never did. This is who I am.”

You were looking at him with such fierce intensity that Jason almost forgot how to breathe.

Because you were right. He had gone through the same process where he was made to grow up fast, where he couldn’t afford to act like a kid.

He looked at you, trying not to show much emotion on his face.

Somehow in the heat of the argument and you yelling cusses at him, the two of you had gotten closer to each other, and Jason could even see the tears brimming in your eyes that were threatening to spill.

He immediately felt like a piece of shit, like every word you called him. He never wanted to hurt you.

“Whatever,” Jason huffed, looking away to avoid your glare, “Just stay away from Roy.”

“Why, you two dating or something?” you smirked.

He simply glared at you. You obviously had recovered from your anger and was now back to your usual snarky self.

“Or,” you began, “You were jealous.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Jason objected, “Why would I be jealous?”

“Because,” you drawled, walking closer to him, “You like me.”

Jason had backed up each time you walked to him, and before he knew it his back was hitting the door.

Fuck, he hated how much you affected him. You had him backed up against the fucking door, for fuck’s sake.

To get a semblance of power back, he stared at you straight in the eye, unblinking, and leaned closer to you.

“You wish,” he said coldly.

He noticed that your breath stuttered, and a blush creeped up your cheeks.

Then, he leaned back and smirked.

“Oh, no you don't,” you shook your head, “You think you can win this game, Todd?”

“Unlike you, I'm not playing a game.”

“But yes you are, Jay,” you placed your palms flat on his chest, “You’ve been playing hard to get with me.”

“Playing hard to get is only used when the other person actually wants you,” he scoffed.

He didn't know why, but he was sweating. His respiratory rate had gone up, and shit.

Shit.

He could feel his dick getting filled up.

Maybe it was how close you were to him, maybe it was the fact that you were half naked in front of him with all the privacy he could have asked for.

Maybe it was the fact that it was you who had him in a corner instead of the other way round.

“I'm not a fucking idiot, Jay. Batman trained me, too. I've seen how you look at me and I’ve seen how you tried not to.”

Fuck.

“Your pupils dilate, your breathing gets faster, you start to sweat,” you went on, “And then suddenly you excuse yourself. You run away.”

Your hands went up to his shoulders, and your body was now against his, getting his clothes wet. He could smell the chlorine on you when you leaned into his ear and whispered.

“You fucking coward,” you breathed.

Jason's breath hitched and he had to squeeze his eyes shut. He pressed his palms against the door behind him to restrain himself from touching you, grabbing you, squeezing you, slapping you.

Jason knew he was fully hard now, because it was getting painful.

Suddenly, the pressure and heat of your body against his own disappeared. He opened his eyes.

But sucked in a breath when he saw that you were on your knees in front of him, eye level to his crotch, the tent in his pants mere inches away from your lips.

“What the fuck are you- mmpf,” he threw his head back, hitting the door.

You had gripped his shaft hard, sending a pulse of pleasure through his body.

No. Jason had to stop this. He couldn't go through with this. He shouldn't.

“You want me to suck your cock, Jay?” You purred.

Jason swallowed hard, just trying his best to restrain himself.

He remained silent for a beat. And then-

“Do whatever you want,” he managed to choke out.

You showed him a winning grin, and then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling down his jeans.

You started to mouth his length through the fabric of his boxers, getting it translucent with your spit. He had never been so horny in his entire life.

As much as Jason’s head was screaming at him, telling him to stop you, telling him how inappropriate it was, he didn’t have the strength to voice it out.

He wanted to tell you to stop teasing him, to hurry up and put your mouth around his cock already, but again, it was like he had lost his voice.

He was utterly conflicted, so he opt to just stay silent.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his briefs and then pulled it down, revealing his cock to you. He hissed slightly at the relief.

Jason wanted to remember your expression the minute you saw his cock forever, he wanted to burn it in his brain and immortalize it. Your eyes had gone rounder, your mouth popped open with a gasp, and your excitement grew.

“It’s everything that I’ve dreamed about and more,” you fluttered your eyes dramatically before gripping his shaft and licking one long, steady stripe from the base to his tip.

Jason bit his lip to muffle his groan.

You licked him again, and again, and then started to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, tracing your tongue around the sulcus underneath his head.

Fuck, you were so fucking good at teasing him, and making him squirm.

He looked down at you, and you were looking up through your long lashes, eyes almost innocent. And then, you took him in his mouth, going all the way down.

“Fuck,” Jason gasped.

You immediately built a rhythm, the most perfect rhythm that he liked. It was suspicious how you knew his preference, and at the back of his head he made a mental reminder to check his room for hidden cameras.

You provided him with the right amount of tongue, the right amount of suction, the right amount of teeth gently grazing him from time to time that he swore could have drove him insane.

Your mouth was soft, and warm, and wet, and before he knew it, he was ready to fucking explode.

As if you were familiar with his expressions, you picked up the pace and started sucking even harder each time you bobbed your head. Jason felt his balls tighten, the heat spreading to his toes and making them tingle.

“Fuck- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” he rasped.

And then he released with sudden explosion into your mouth, going through a sensory overdrive because as he was releasing, he could still feel you sucking him dry and swallowing.

When he was done, you released his cock with a pop and a grin.

Jason had to catch his breath for a while, because it was the best head he had ever received in his entire life, and he had managed to keep his hands off you the entire time.

“You made me jealous on purpose,” he panted.

“Duh,” you stood up after politely zipping him back up, putting your hands on your waist so fucking proudly, like a power stance.

“Where the hell did you learn how to suck cock that good?” he interrogated.

“You’ve lived in Titans Tower before,” you winked, “You should know.”

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that statement and implication one bit.

“This can’t,” he started, “We can’t-”

“This can’t happen again?” you finished for him, rolling your eyes. “Typical. Just get over yourself already, Jason. It gets tiring.”

“I’m no good for you,” he avoided your eyes.

“You say that right after coming into my mouth,” you scoffed, “Sure.”

He clenched his jaw. You were right. He was trash for doing that to you, defiling you like that.

Jason must have let his emotions leak, because you suddenly added, “What I meant was, we’ve already crossed that line. We don’t have to go back to how it was before. I like you, Jason. And I know you like me, too.”

“That doesn’t matter,” he muttered, “This was a mistake. We can’t do this again. I’m sorry. Just stay away from me.”

He left.

***

He had avoided you for a long time after that.

Months went by, and he ignored your texts and your calls. Even the knockings outside his door. He had made sure to upgrade his security, with both Tim and Roy’s help so you couldn’t break in again.

When he went on patrols with everyone else, he made sure you couldn’t catch him alone, so he arrived at the very latest, and left at the very soonest, never exchanging more than a few words with you.

And every time, it killed him. He saw the hurt flash in your eyes every time he left quickly, he noticed that you had texted him less and less as the months went on, and eventually came to a complete stop.

You had even stopped calling him those weird, creative swear names that he loved so much.

Jason finally won. He had managed to get you to give up on him.

But hell did it make him feel like absolute shit.

Eight months had passed by, and he was getting ready for the event he had absolutely been dreading. It was your 18th birthday party that Bruce had used as an excuse to host a charity gala at the manor.

Jason thought it was a dick move for him to take advantage of your birthday for the sake of his own gain, but apparently you had been more than supportive over it, understanding Bruce’s position as one of Gotham’s elite.

He didn’t want to go. He couldn’t bear to face you again where you could pull him somewhere private to talk to him. But Dick and Tim had convinced him.

It was your birthday after all.

When he arrived, everyone was staring at him.

Well, he was wearing just a leather jacket over a black shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans after all.

“You couldn’t have dressed for the occasion, Jason?” he heard Tim approach him from behind.

Tim was sporting a suit, just like everyone else.

“Couldn’t be bothered,” he shrugged, “What’s the agenda?”

“Mingling, dinner, speeches, more mingling,” Tim listed down, “Typical charity ball. The others are at the tents. We should get going.”

“I’m the dead son, remember?” he pointed out, “I don’t need to sit with you guys.”

“We’ll introduce you as Dick’s boyfriend or something, come on,” Tim gestured.

“Oh, the media would love that,” Jason muttered under his breath and went along.

The banquet area was set outside in the backyard of the Manor, where tents with clear plastic canopies were propped up, decorated with fairy lights. Since it was spring, the weather was cool enough for suits and warm enough for strapless dresses.

The main tent had a stage where a band was playing classical music- typical tunes you would hear at any other fucking gala.

Each table seated ten, and Tim had brought Jason to a table closest to the stage where he saw Dick, Bruce, and you were already seated with four others. He recognized the Mayor, the Commissioner, Lucius Fox, and a middle aged woman with greying hair he didn’t recognize with who Jason presumed was her husband.

Jason avoided looking at you, but he knew that you were staring right at him. Tim took a seat, and Jason cursed softly when he realised that the only other seat available was in between you and Dick.

Looking straight ahead, he calmly sat down. From the corner of his eye and from a portion of what he could make out, he saw that you were wearing a midnight blue dress, and a silver bracelet around your wrist which you rested on the table.

Bruce had started to converse with the guests, and Dick and Tim were having a banter amongst themselves.

“Hey,” he heard your voice.

“Happy birthday,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” you replied.

And that was that. The two of you remained silent, with Jason occasionally checking his phone and still avoiding looking at you.

“It’s time for our speech,” Jason heard Bruce whisper to you.

He heard you get up and shuffled to the stage. He was hardly paying attention during Bruce’s welcome speech.

“...and then, the woman of the hour, my lovely daughter,” Bruce introduced you. The audience broke out in applause. Jason still hadn’t turned your way.

“Hello, everyone,” he heard your uncharacteristically nervous and shy voice over the sound system. He took a sip of wine. “T-thank coming for you all- uh- I mean-”

The audience laughed, but not in mockery. Jason couldn’t help but look at you now.

He accidentally inhaled his wine, and ended up trying to cover his coughing fits.

Up on stage, where the spotlight was on you, he had noticed your midnight blue dress had small sparkling stars on them, making you seem like you were wearing the clear night sky. Your hair was done in a simple graceful updo, which exposed your neck that he noticed was flushed, a blush creeping up to your cheeks at your own embarrassment.

Your eyes were wide in panic, and you kept on playing with your thumbs subconsciously.

His breath stuttered, because he thought you were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.

You were usually so snarky, so full of confidence, and wit with a mouth that could make a sailor blush- but there you were spluttering all over the microphone, a blushing mess. And hell, did that make Jason’s chest tighten in yearning for you.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to crowds like my father is,” you tried to laugh it off, “Here, let’s try again.”

Despite your fumbles, you had a certain charm on stage that made everyone just like you.

“Thank you all for coming to my eighteenth birthday party,” you started, “I must admit, at first I wanted my party to be small and intimate. But I realised that this celebration could be used for something good instead.”

Another round of claps.

“I come from a very… humbling area in Gotham. I’m sure we’re all familiar with Crime Alley,” you stated, confidence growing as you got used to being on stage, “It was hard, living as a child in the streets. But I got lucky. Bruce Wayne found me.”

“Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne has taught me a lot about understanding and acknowledging my own privilege and using it to help others. Growing up there, myself and many other children were faced with the harsh reality of poverty and abandonment. Therefore, I would like to announce that I have started a foundation called Wayne’s Foundation for Children of Hope, where all proceeds will go to the development of Crime Alley.”

You paused and smiled at the flashing cameras of the media and waited for the applause to die down.

“Our first initiative is to build a home for lost children aged eighteen and under, to provide shelter, basic healthcare, food, and education. The primary goal of these shelters is to help kids find a place where they belong, and to help set them back on the right track. These kids also have the option to maintain anonymity for cases that involve abusive environments.”

Jason was looking at you in awe. You were standing proudly at the podium, graceful in your posture, a fierce intensity in your eyes- all previous nervousness completely gone.

Next to him, Dick leaned in and whispered, “It was all her idea, you know. Every single plan for this foundation, even the future plans she hadn’t mentioned. All hers.”

Jason remained silent and watched as you continued your speech.

“But the truth is,” you smiled sadly, “It’s still not enough. The situation in a lot of areas in Gotham is painfully swept under the rug. But hopefully with this, people like us can make things a little better for them. If you’d like to donate to the foundation, it would mean a lot to me, and to the other kids who had to grow up too fast.”

You made eye contact with Jason at that last statement, causing his heart to suddenly drum faster.

The crowd broke in a loud applause and you thanked them graciously, waving as you stepped down from the podium to take your seat.

This time, Jason didn’t take his eyes off you.

“That was great!” Tim gave you a thumbs up, “You did great!”

“Well done,” Dick grinned.

Jason took your hand and gave it a little squeeze, just smiling at you in silence. You looked at him with obvious shock, and then grinned back.

“Beautiful, Ms. Wayne,” the Mayor sitting across from you beamed, “You’ve taken after your father’s charms.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” you nodded, “But I’d like to think that my charms are my own.”

Jason had to bite back a laugh when he saw the man turn red.

He was somehow more relaxed now, even sparing occasional glances at you as you conversed with others. The dance floor was now open, and the guests had left their seats to mingle with others. The MC also announced that the bar was open.

“That’s my cue,” Jason winked at you, and then went straight to the bar to get himself something strong. From there, he just leaned back and watched how the disgustingly rich people made themselves feel better about themselves by donating the occasional couple of million dollars. Soon enough, he got sick of the pearls and diamond earrings, the solid gold watches.

He checked his own battered and scratched Swiss Army watch he had lifted from a drug lord many years ago. He should be going back soon. It wasn’t like he was needed there anyway. He had already wished you and made peace.

“What do you think?” he heard your voice approach him.

He turned and saw you come up next to him.

“Too fancy for my taste,” he started, “Looks like it took you a whole hour just to get into the damn thing. And those shoes? Looks like the crowbar was less painful than walking around in that.”

It took you a couple of seconds before realising that he was talking about your outfit.

“I meant the foundation, you fucknugget,” you hissed.

“Be careful there, sweetheart,” he raised an eyebrow, “Don’t want these people hearing you speak like that. You’ll lose your charm.”

“I don’t know how Bruce does it,” you shook your head, “It’s so exhausting.”

Jason hummed back at you as a comfortable silence fell. The two of you leaning back against the bar and just watching the crowd.

“I think it’s a great idea,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you pursed your lips, “I kept on thinking of you, you know? When we were coming up with the plans. Was wondering what you would think of it.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m the only one from there.”

“Well, you’re the only one who would understand,” you explained, “The others, of course they empathized. But they wouldn’t understand. Not like how you and I do.”

And Jason realised that it was that factor that probably drew you close to him when you first came to them, the fact that Jason understood at more than just a superficial level how shit your life was before coming to the manor. It was a painful past that only the two of you shared, and only the two of you could talk about.

Silence fell again.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly brought up.

“For what?” he frowned.

“For making you uncomfortable for so long,” you whispered, “I don’t know why I did it. I guess I liked your reactions. And I guess I just wanted your attention. And during that pool party- I- I thought-”

Jason waited for you to finish your sentence.

“Nevermind,” you looked away, “Forget it. I just wanted to say sorry. I crossed the line. After you stopped talking to me, I just. I don’t want that. So I’ll stop, okay? You don’t have to avoid me anymore.”

He turned around to face you.

“I stopped talking to you not because I was mad at you,” he told you, “I stopped talking to you because I was mad at myself.”

You faced him with curious eyes.

“I thought- well- fuck,” it was Jason’s turn to splutter. He took a deep breath and started again. “I thought that it was a real shit move for me to do what I did to you.”

“Wait, what?” you questioned, “What you did to me?”

“Yeah,” he grumbled, “You know. That.”

“Jason, I was the one who practically jumped you,” you scoffed, “I basically forced it on you. Why are you blaming yourself?”

“Force me? Pfftsh, you couldn’t force me to do anything.”

“Jason.”

“I liked it, okay?” he threw his arms up, “I didn’t stop you because I liked it, and I shouldn’t have liked it. I was taking advantage of you. It was wrong of me to do so.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid,” you laughed, “I’ve been pining over you since Bruce told me you were… You know who.”

You lowered your voice.

“Want to talk inside?” he offered.

“Good idea,” you agreed.

The two of you made your way past the garden and into the manor.

“Is it okay for the birthday girl to disappear from her own party?” he smirked when he closed the door to Bruce’s study, which was the nearest room that offered privacy.

“Oh, please,” you waved your hand and sat on Bruce’s desk, “The whole party was never about me. I’m just another excuse for those cuntflaps to show off their new diamonds.”

He chuckled. “Anyway, you were saying? Something about Bruce telling me I was Red Hood?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip in nervousness, “I’ve had a crush on you since then.”

“Really?”

Jason knew that you obviously had a crush on him, especially because of the neverending teasing and seductions, but he didn’t know it stemmed from that long ago.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I remember thinking to myself, like wow. This is the guy who killed them. And you know what? You looked exactly like how I thought you would.”

“What? How so?”

“Huge,” you started, “Scars everywhere. Grouchy as hell.”

“I’m not as grouchy as Bruce,” he defended himself.

“Still,” you chuckled, “You looked exactly like how I imagined my hero to look.”

“Super hot, sexy, and good looking?” he joked.

He had expected you to roll your eyes and throw an insult at him, but you just tightened your lips and looked away.

“Look, k- sweetheart,” he stopped himself from calling you a kid. From what he saw on the stage earlier, you were already so much better than he was. “I’m going to be honest, alright? And you better damn well appreciate it, because I’m never honest.”

You giggled softly. He walked to stand in front of you at the desk.

“I think you’re great,” he stated, “And I think you’re beautiful, and sexy. And…”

He hesitated, thinking of whether or not to continue.

Fuck it. He might as well.

“And I like you,” he forced out, “More than you know. Fuck, I like you. I like you so much it fucking hurts sometimes.”

You looked up at him with hopeful, glistening eyes.

“But I’m no good for you,” he repeated what he said all those months ago, “I can never do what you just did. Start a fucking charity on your birthday and announce it to the world as if it was nothing. Fuck, I don’t think I should even be seen walking around next to you when you look like that. I’m a fucking mess, sweetie. You don’t want that.”

He saw as you digest what he had just said. Then, you looked up at him and asked, “What do you think I want?”

“What do I think?” he repeated.

You nodded.

“I think you should be with someone who’s closer to your age, for one,” he rolled his eyes, “And someone who doesn’t have scars all over their face. Someone who isn’t grouchy. Someone charming who can stand next to you on stage wearing a proper suit and tie.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, “I should be with someone like that.”

Jason felt a pang in his chest at your agreement.

“But I don’t want to be with someone like that,” you continued, “I want to be with someone who was ready to hunt down and hurt the people who terrorized me for years. I want to be with someone whose face is littered with scars as proof that they went through just as much shit as I did and survived.”

You hopped from the desk and stood up straight, stretching your hand up to cup Jason’s face. He leaned into the warmth of your caress, his breath hitching at the close contact. His hands automatically went to rest on your waist, still respectfully high.

“I want you, Jason,” you whispered, pulling him down to your lips, “I want someone who can handle my bites.”

To demonstrate, you sucked in his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him.

And then you bit down hard.

He gasped at the stinging pain, and then sighed when you massaged his lip with yours. Heat suddenly spread throughout his body, particularly at his member which was growing hard fast. He could smell the wine on your breath that you must have snuck a few sips from, the vanilla lotion you always wore, and a new particularly enticing perfume that you must have gotten for the occasion.

“I want someone who can call me a little bitch straight to my face,” Jason felt you grin against his lips.

The two of you were kissing now, harsh and forceful, as if deprived of touch. Fuck, he loved how you were nipping at his lips and his tongue, tugging his hair lightly.

Both of you gasped for air, and just stood there foreheads against each other, his erection pressed against your stomach, your hands around his neck.

“I want someone who is resourceful enough to enhance his home security to make sure I don’t break in and fuck myself with his weapons again,” you chuckled.

“Was it…” he started, “Was it loaded?”

“You bet it was,” you smiled.

“Fuck,” he swore and then crashed his lips against yours again. He lifted you up to sit on the desk, and then stood in between your open thighs. At the slightly elevated level, he could properly grind his erection against your pussy, still covered by your dress.

“You liked that?” you giggled, “I thought you weren’t into that. I got a bit worried.”

“Hell yeah, I liked that,” he rasped, “What kind of sane man wouldn’t?”

He started to nibble on the skin on your neck, sucking and biting and licking

“I’m pretty sure not everyone is into the thought of fucking a loaded gun into a pussy,” you laughed, “Which proves my point. You and me? We’re perfect, Jay- fuck, don’t leave any marks, dumbass.”

“Point taken, baby.”

“Mmm, call me that again,” you moaned.

He stopped nibbling on your neck, brought his eyes to yours, and with a defiant smirk, he said, “No.”

It was like Jason saw the switch in you flick on, because you suddenly pushed him away aggressively. He stumbled, not expecting it.

“Oh, you think you’re in control, Todd?” you purred, twisting your fists in his leather jacket. You were shorter than him, and your frame much smaller. But Jason just loved the authority that radiated from you.

“You think you’re the one who has power over me?” you drawled, pulling him to the side where Bruce had set up a leather sofa and a coffee table.

“When all this while, I’m the one who had you wrapped around my finger?” you snarled, and then pushed him down on the sofa.

Before Jason could even register what was happening, you were already on top of him, straddling him. He looked up at you, the pressure of your weight on his crotch making him pant with want.

“So are you going to call me baby again?” you asked sweetly, tugging at his jacket to remove it.

“Maybe in due time,” he gasped when you bit the flesh that connected his neck and shoulder hard.

Fuck, he was throbbing in his pants.

You took off his shirt and ran your hand down his body. Jason smirked when he saw you bite your lip as you took in his figure.

He still had a bit of fight left in him, and he wasn’t going to beg.

Yet.

“Why must you be so stubborn, Todd?” you breathed, teeth catching at his earlobe and biting. You were rocking your hips against his erection, and he swore that if you didn’t take it out, he was going to rip a hole in his pants with it.

“H-hey, you’ve always been the pushy one,” he stuttered.

“That’s because I like to get what I want,” you pinched his nipples hard.

“Fuck!” he yelped at the sudden pain, and then glared at you as you just grinned cheekily. “I don’t know why I never took you for a sadist before this.”

“Because you’re an idiot, Jay,” you teased, “All I did was torture you.”

“Yes, you did,” he rested his hands on your hips, motioning for you to grind on him harder, “You made me so fucking hard on purpose, and then I had to go back and jerk off to you, which made it worse because I felt so fucking guilty after.”

“That was your own fault,” you frowned. You were finally, finally unbuckling his belt. “You saw me as a kid when I wasn’t.”

“You were still underaged, you brat,” he laughed, “It didn’t matter if you were wise beyond your years- ah, fuck yeah.”

You had finally unzipped him, releasing him from the constraints of his denim.

“Take everything off for me, Jay,” you demanded, sitting up on your knees to give him room to do so.

He listened to you happily, glad to be rid of his clothes. His cock slapped against his lower abdomen, already leaking so much precum.

“Why am I the only one naked?” he voiced out his displeasure.

“Because it took me twenty minutes to get into this dress, and I’m not undressing for anyone before the night is over,” you announced.

“But, baby,” he pouted, rejoicing at how he made your breath hitch, and rested his chin between your breasts, “I want to see your tits.”

You frowned and bit your lip as you looked down at him, considering his plea. He made a mental reminder that you must like dirty talk.

“Then make sure you don’t go home so early tonight,” you managed to choke out.

Jason thought that you also must have liked to be the submissive one, as well.

You leaned into him and kissed him again, this time less rough. He moaned into your mouth, slipping his tongue in as he grabbed your hips and tried to rub his cock against your pussy, underneath your dress. He gasped when he felt that you were already bare, and leaking.

“What happened to your- your panties?” he rasped.

“Long gone,” you winked.

“Fuck, you fucking nymph,” he chuckled, and then groaned when you started to slide the head of his cock between your wet lips.

“Jason, I’ve wanted your cock so bad,” you muttered into his ear as you rubbed your slick all over his length, “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve fucked myself with- with whatever I could find, pretending it was you.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Your dirty mouth was doing so many things to him, he was worried that he was going to come right there and then.

“After that time I sucked you off?” you continued, “All I wanted was to choke on it, Jay. I just want your dick in my throat.”

You lifted your hips and sank down onto him. Both of you groaned lowly in pleasure. Fuck, you were so tight, and warm, and wet, and oh so soft.

“Ah! Jason!” you cried out when he bottomed out, “Fuck, I’m going to feel you for fucking days.”

“Shit, baby,” he choked, “Baby, please. Please, move.”

“You want me to move?” you teased.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“How would you like me to move, Jay?” you smiled.

“Any- I don’t care-”

“Nice, and slow like this?” you lifted your hips up, and Jason could feel the torturously slow drag of your walls against his shaft, even as you sanked back down you were slow.

“Hnng- fuck-” Jason mewled, lost for words. “Please.”

It was all he could say.

“Or hard and fast like this?” you slammed your hips down, and started bouncing on his cock at a brutal pace that knocked his breath out.

“Fuck!” he yelled, “Fuck, baby, fuck!”

You weren’t being any softer as well. Through tear-filled hazy eyes, Jason saw your eyes fluttered close in pleasure, your mouth falling open as you cried out wanton moans, and gasped, and groaned for him.

“Jason! Fuck, Jay, fuck!”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He gripped your hips hard, and then started to fuck himself up into you, matching your pace, making you fucking scream.

He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, the same time you started whining, “Jason, Jason, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” he gasped.

“Come inside me, Jason, please!” you sobbed.

“But-”

“Just- just- please, please, please,” you squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back.

Jason felt your pussy clench tight onto him, triggering his own orgasm. He released inside you while still fucking you hard, trying to prolong both of your highs.

Soon, he was oversensitive, the feeling of your walls almost painful. You calmed down, still panting above him, and he just couldn’t help but stare at you in amazement.

“Holy shit,” you giggled above him, “Holy shit, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Uh- I,” he panicked, “I came inside of you, fuck!”

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” you smiled, “Fuck, I just. I just wanted to walk around after this with my panties soaked in your cum.”

“How the fuck are you eighteen and already so fucking kinky,” he groaned.

You only laughed and slowly lifted yourself off of him. He hissed at the movement, feeling hypersensitive at every touch.

You went to look for your panties, which Jason noticed were a lacy black, and then put them on under your dress.

He was still sprawled out on the sofa naked, sweaty, and well spent.

“I also didn’t want any of your spunk to get on my dress,” you told him.

“S’pretty dress,” he mumbled back to you.

“You should get dressed, Jay,” you walked towards him, hands on your hips.

“Do I need to get back out there?” he complained, “Can’t I just wait in your room?”

“If you get dressed and attend the party, I’ll let you fuck me with one of your guns,” you promised.

“Really?” his eyes widen, and then he jumped back up to put on his clothes.

“I gotta tell you something, though,” you started.

“What is it?” he hummed, tucking his black shirt into his jeans.

“The safety was on,” you said, “On the gun, I mean. It was loaded, but the safety was on.”

“Oh, baby,” he looked at you seriously, “If you told me the safety was off, I would have shot you myself for being so stupid.”

You giggled.

He gave you his arm. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall,” you took it. “By the way.”

“What?”

“Are you going to switch back to a more lax security?”

“And have you breaking in again? You wish, kid.”

[lollypopsx]

Drabble request. Charleigh faints. So basically she and Harry are out and about somewhere just like some daddy-daughter time and suddenly there’s a rush. Fans and so many of them. Apparently they somehow got to know that Harry is out and so they get mobbed like majorly.

So like char has been feeling a bit faint for the past few days due to tour, online classes and tests, and like she’s been eating less too due to stress and also she’s miserable because well she wants to go live in London but Harry won’t let that happen. So they get mobbed and she faints and Harry’s looses his shit because we all know how protective he is and he’s panicking and is so worried and they go tu the hospital and all and doc tells him she’s not been taking care of herself.

Drabble Request

Drabbles Masterlist

Warnings: Hospital, fainting, mentions of hospital needles, lack of eating.

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So many faces. So much noise. So many hands. So much screaming.

That was the last thing Charleigh remembered. One minute she was walking out of the radio studio with her Dad, the next minute it was all so dark.

The North American leg of the tour was coming to an end and the last few weeks, she had been touring, working, doing online classes for school, travelling and submitting her essays. She hadn't been sleeping well the last week and she was getting more anxious as her deadlines were approaching.

She couldn't remember the last time she ate, even though Harry is always making sure she gets proper meals cooked for her, it doesn't mean she eats them.

It all happened so quickly, they had come out from the studio and they were surrounded before they could even reach the car. There was no warning from the building's security, and Harry hadn't bothered to bring security today as they were only going from the radio studio to the car, to the arena. That was his biggest mistake.

"Charleigh?!" Harry panics as he watched Charleigh fall. At first he thought she was pulled down, but it all happened in slow motion. There was a barrier of people between them, and he was struggling to get through the press to get to his daughter.

"Hey get back!" Harry's voice boomed instantly, there were fans and press surrounding them. Camera flashes and voices shouting as they hovered over Charleigh's limp body laying on the floor.

Harry rushed to Charleigh beside him. "Char...Charleigh it's me. Wake up!" He rolls her over to her side. "Come on darling...wake up for me" He had to keep raising his voice if he wanted any attempt to wake her up. He was scared, why would she faint? Was she hurt? Was she in pain?

He looked up to see more camera's flashing over Charleigh, no one bothering to help.

"If you aren't going to help then get out the way!" Harry yells, anger seething through his veins. Luckily, the building's security had rushed out to disperse the crowd, while someone else phoned an ambulance.

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Harry sat in a chair beside Charleigh's bed. His eyes were red and tired, puffy from letting out his emotions. They arrived at the hospital half an hour ago, Harry had made the instant decision to reschedule tonight’s show. Of course he felt bad about it, but Charleigh always came first, and there was no way he was going to leave her side.

“Mr Styles? Hi, I’m Dr Ryan, I’m the doctor in charge of the ER Department today. Nice to meet you” He offers a handshake.

Harry stands up quickly and shakes his hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you too. How is she doing? Do we...do you know what the cause was?” Harry asked worriedly, he wanted answers, but he was scared to know them.

“Well, we’ve done a CT scan head to toe, there’s nothing life threatening as we know. No internal issues that flared up. We’ve done a few blood tests and there’s a few things we were wondering...how’s she been with eating, sleeping and keeping hydrated?”

“Well...we travel a lot but we’re in a pretty easy routine, I make sure she gets cooked meals even when we’re on tour and...I...well I don’t see her 24/7 but I think she...I-I don’t know” He frowns. He was her Dad, how did he not know?

Getting to the end of the tour, he knew she was getting tired, but she had a lot of deadlines to be finishing the last week, so she had been focusing more on those than out exploring city’s or hanging out with her Dad.

“Shit...fuck. I should know this” Harry groans as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room back and forth.

“Mr Styles, you wouldn’t necessarily know...this isn’t something to blame yourself for. We will put her on an IV drip, and that should get some nutrients in her. When she wakes, we can have a chat with her then. I’ll be right back” The doctor explains and leaves to get the IV drip.

Harry frowned, looking over at Charleigh and he takes his seat beside her. It could be a while til she wakes. He sighed heavily and took her hand into both of his.

“Hi Angel...it’s just me...” He whispers. She looked so peaceful, so quiet and comfortable while she sleeps. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. “My little Cherry...why didn’t you talk to me?” He frowns, stroking her hair gently as his eyes fill with tears. “I should of noticed...I could of helped to avoid all this...” He mumbles softly.

“I know you hate being in hospitals...but I’m staying here. M’not leaving your side...especially here. Now, they’re going to have to put a needle in your arm to get the canula in for your IV, get some good shit in you...and I’m glad you’re asleep for this, because I know you’re not good with needles...but this way you won’t feel it....” He whispers calmly against her forehead. “I’ll be here holding your hand the whole time...” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you my little Cherry...always my little Cherry...”

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Charleigh stirred hours later, the bags under her eyes has gone down from her well needed rest, and the IV drip had put some colour into her cheeks.

Harry’s eyes shot open as he sat up, his hand still tightly attached to hers.

She rubbed her blurry eyes and jumped slightly, hearing the beeping of the heart rate monitor and a tube attached to her arm, fear flooding her eyes.

“Hey baby...shhhh it’s alright, I’m here darling...” He whispers, stroking her hair gently.

“D-dad...” She looked around confused, his eyes were sad yet relieved. “W-what happened?”

“Baby, you fainted...” He whispered. “Take a minute to wake up and we will talk ok?” He hushes her as she sat up slowly, her head rushing.

“Charleigh...sweetie...I know you’ve been tired and doing a lot of catching up for your school work, but I need you to be honest with me now alright...”

She looks up at him with wide eyes, gulping down the dry lump in her throat.

“Have you been eating properly...and drinking enough?” She instantly had a guilty look in her eyes as she lowered her gaze to her lap.

“I...I just forget sometimes...”

“Char, you need to be honest with me” He was soft, yet firm. “You don’t just forget. You never forget to eat, especially when we are on tour, you love exploring and trying new things”

She felt tears fill her eyes as one slips out. “I’m sorry...i-it just gets hard sometimes” She whimpers and covers her face with her hands. Harry’s arms instantly wrapped around her body tightly.

“Talk t’me...we can work it out” He mumbles against her hair.

“We can’t...I-I want to go home” She cries sadly into his shoulder, it had been a little while since she cried in front of someone.

Harry frowns, pulling his head back to look at her, with confusion and concern.

“We have a week left of tour darling...then we can be back in LA for a few weeks while the rest of the tour dates get sorted and-”

“No Dad! I want to go home to London. I-I don’t want to go back to LA” She sobs, her heart felt heavy and her brain felt muddled.

“O-oh...” He whispers, frowning. She looked so sad and so confused. “Baby, please tell me what’s going on...”

“I’m tired Dad. I’m so tired and I just feel so...so miserable” She whimpers, her grip tightening around her Dad, the only place she ever truly felt safe. 

he didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say, but he understood. He rocked her slowly, rubbing her back to calm her down. “I understand...I’ll sort it on one condition...”

“W-what?” She hiccups slightly.

“We find some help for you, someone back home for you to talk to...and I need you to make sure you’re eating and drinking...you worried me so much” He frowns. “Once this part of tour is finished and we’re done here, we’ll go back to London, and once we have sorted the rest of the tour, we can see what is best to do at the time if you really, really don’t want to come on tour again ok?” His heart broke slightly at the thought of her not joining him on another tour. He only ever knew tour life with her.

She sniffled and buried her head into his chest, she gave him a gentle nod and stayed cuddled into his chest tightly, like she was a seven year old again. “It’s not that I don’t want to be on tour...I do love being on tour I just...It’s so hard with school and...and all my friends are turning 18 and they can go out and...and just be normal 17/18 year olds. And it’s different here in America, you have to wait til you’re 21...and I have more friends in London. I’m so grateful to have this life and to experience all of this, but sometimes I just...wish I could still experience other things like my friends” She sniffles, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

It was going to get better. Harry would be sure of it.

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[hansolmates]

distance learning (m)

banner done by the beautiful @eerieedits​

summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing. 

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing. 

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did. 

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.” 

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more? 

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently. 

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?” 

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.” 

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied. 

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck? 

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice. 

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore. 

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend. 

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.” 

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week. 

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts. 

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid. 

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted. 

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck. 

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point. 

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost. 

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.) 

“Fuck, Hobi!” 

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool. 

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood. 

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.” 

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough? 

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought… 

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse. 

He hates this. 

You hate this. 

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later. 

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all. 

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him. 

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he. 

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you. 

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back. 

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed. 

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting. 

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me  ☠️  what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white? 

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response. 

[12:09] Jungkook: ??? 

You frown, wondering what you said wrong. 

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out 

[12:10] You: why? 

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny. 

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes. 

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you. 

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?” 

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.” 

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.” 

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you. 

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back. 

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!” 

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest. 

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic. 

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door. 

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.” 

“Well then, can you relay a message?” 

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?” 

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.” 

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.” 

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.” 

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers. 

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.” 

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident. 

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep. 

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty. 

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family. 

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule 

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll… 

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television. 

You don’t reply until very late into the night. 

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten. 

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry. 

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short. 

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face 

[10:16] Jungkook: 

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed. 

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf 

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy. 

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat. 

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too. 

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :( 

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off. 

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin. 

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable. 

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically. 

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough. 

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt. 

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm. 

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.  

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!” 

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start. 

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s. 

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen. 

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok. 

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder. 

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes. 

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you. 

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms. 

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace. 

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies. 

“It’s Saturday.” 

“It is Saturday.” 

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton. 

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—” 

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait. 

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?”  he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile  slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day. 

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously. 

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees. 

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good. 

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.” 

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick. 

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum. 

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.” 

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure. 

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely. 

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?” 

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle. 

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger. 

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm. 

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.” 

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.” 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?” 

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb. 

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment. 

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.” 

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips. 

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair. 

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch. 

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty. 

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving. 

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?” 

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!” 

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.” 

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions. 

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric. 

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.” 

 It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion. 

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—” 

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on. 

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight. 

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.” 

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board. 

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.” 

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order. 

bonus.

“So.” 

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair. 

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt. 

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!” 

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?” 

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.” 

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words. 

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?” 

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory. 

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest. 

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite. 

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[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | pta meeting

i literally don’t know how to shut up about him

also this is all because i saw a drabble of dilf!zeke and it’s been on my mind nonstop

warnings/notes: dilf!zeke, fem!reader, cursing, eventual smut, zeke is a divorced/widowed dad(at 33), reader is 21, cursing, zeke has a mean daughter and a sweet daughter, breeding kink, overstimulation, brief choking, slight degradation, shit one shot i’m sorry

you swear to the lord that zeke’s 11 year old daughter is a menace to society.

she’s brutally honest, just like zeke, and mean. she’s oddly mature for her age, and you think it might have something to do with her late mother. she looks almost nothing like zeke, but she certainly inherited her personality from him. she’s got curly dark brown hair that ends at her armpits and zeke’s grey eyes. she has a button nose along with rosy cheeks, something else she inherited from her mother.

“y’know my daddy only dates you cause you take care of me and aloisia,” isolde says to you as she slips on her school shoes.

you feel your eye twitch as you turn to zeke’s other daughter, aloisia, who’s seven and looks exactly like zeke. she’s got his nose, his hair color, and even eye shape. she’s got hazel eyes and a slim face. she’s as bubbly as they come, always greeting people she passes by on the street, always making friends at the park.

“i’m ready,” she holds up her small hand to you, a silent request for you to hold her hand.

“same,” isolde stands up after she swings her back pack onto her back, brushing off the nonexistent dirt on her navy blue skirt.

“zeke, the girls are ready!!” you shout out, taking aloisia into your arms.

zeke comes stumbling out of his bedroom, a white sleep shirt covering his torso and grey sweatpants.

“you’re going in that,” you raise an eyebrow at his attire, “we’re going to a parent-teacher meeting, not the gym.”

“yeah daddy, my teachers are gonna think you’re a bum or something,” isolde snickers.

“i’ll help your dad, go watch tv for a little bit longer,” you chuckle at zeke’s pout and put down aloisia, who runs to the couch.

isolde takes off her backpack and joins her sister on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table as aloisia puts on avatar: the last airbender.

“i thought the dress code was casual,” zeke furrows his brows as you take his hand and lead him back into his bedroom.

“it is. sweatpants are not casual, they’re lounge wear,” you snicker as he flops onto the bed while you close the door and go into the closet.

you know zeke’s rolling his eyes at you, judging from his silence. you grab ahold of a white button up with light grey vertical stripes on it, trying to picture your boyfriend in the shirt. you shake your head and put it back on the rack, deciding that the default outfit would be best for now. you take a white button up off the hanger and grab a pair of black dress pants from his dresser. you hand him a pair of black loafers to go along with it and some long black socks that would cover up his ankles, you’re so glad you reminded him that they exist. you throw a black belt next to him as well.

“this is boring.”

“zeke, this is a pta meeting, the whole thing will be boring,” you watch him rid himself of his shirt.

“should i wear a tie?”

“no, you’ll look better with one button undone,” you smile as he struggles to balance correctly when he puts on his pants.

he tucks the shirt inside his pants and slips on the belt with ease. he unbuttons a button before he slips on his socks.

“i thought today was my day off,” he smirks at you while you roll up his cuffs a bit.

you roll your eyes and he slips on his shoes. he doesn’t need to do his hair, it’s just effortlessly neat.

“time to go,” you scurry to the front door with the girls following behind you.

“he doesn’t look homeless anymore,” isolde notes when zeke follows you all out of the door.

“not funny,” he huffs while he locks the door behind him and the girls get into the black SUV zeke drives.

you help aloisia buckle herself up in the car seat and then slip into the passenger’s seat next to zeke. he’s grumbling something about ‘uncle eren’ and ‘getting the girls’ as he turns the car on.

————

you try to ignore the women ogling zeke as you all walk down the school hallway. you send isolde off to her class since her meeting is after aloisia’s.

“i hope you’ve been good,” you say to aloisia, who’s holding both your’s and zeke’s hands.

“i have! ms greene says i’m one of the best,” she gloats, and you hope for zeke’s sake that ms greene isn’t bluffing.

you three walk into the second grade classroom, which is empty because you reserved the appointment, only to find the teacher isn’t in there. it only seems to make aloisia more excited as she tugs you and zeke towards the class wall with a bunch of pictures of it.

“look, look!!” she jumps as she points at her’s, “they said to draw our family and she said i did a good job!!”

the picture is a messily drawn family portrait of zeke, isolde, and aloisia.

“you drew (name) very pretty,” zeke smiles at you when you snap your head back to look at the picture in closer detail.

there you are, stick figure holding hands with zeke’s and aloisia with isolde on zeke’s other side. you never expected to be on aloisia’s family portrait, you’d barely been in her life for two years and weren’t exactly motherly. you’re a struggling college student that she occasionally sees crying at the kitchen table with zeke comforting you from behind. she, on very rare occasions, sees you come home, absolutely plastered, with a sober zeke leading you to his room. you’re the woman that wakes her up when you cry on the couch late at night. you were, admittedly, okay with not being seen as their mom.

it wasn’t your place, for so many reasons. one, you didn’t exactly act as a role model. two, you could never replace her mother and would never try. three, zeke never referred to you as such. you’d only ever act like their mother whenever you were in certain situations. but that didn’t mean you didn’t want them to see you as a maternal figure.

it made you want to cry, but luckily you didn’t. you just smile at the picture and pat aloisia’s head in approval.

“you did do a very good job,” you smile down at her and before you can give her a hug, you notice a woman walking into the room.

“oh, you must be zeke yeager, aloisia’s dad! i’m ms greene,” her face flushes while she holds out her hand for him to shake.

“yea, that’s me. it’s nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand.

she turns to you, “oh my goodness, i didn’t know aloisia and isolde had an older sister!”

“no, she’s my girlfriend of two years,” zeke chuckles uncomfortably.

“i’m (name), nice to meet you,” you wave your hand, “i’m just here to keep an eye on aloisia while you two talk.”

zeke and her go to a table in the corner of the room and aloisia drags you towards a bookshelf.

thirty minutes of aloisia rambling about her favorite book go by seemingly quick, and you watch as she cheers when her classmates walk into the room. zeke’s walking towards you, holding a thumbs up with a cocky smile, for whatever reason.

you kiss aloisia goodbye, who doesn’t seem too fazed, and head towards isolde’s classroom. you hold hands with zeke while swinging them back and forth while he repeats everything the teacher’s said to him.

“i can’t believe my little girl’s at a third grade reading level,” he exclaims, “that vocabulary studying did wonders!!”

“you should thank me since i was the one who studied with her cause she asked about my assignments for class,” you taunt and laugh when zeke pulls you closer by the shoulder.

that’s how the two of you walk into isolde’s classroom. she’s sitting at a table with her teacher, miss dunst, and fidgeting with her thumbs anxiously. she’s covering half of her face with her hair. with the one eye you can see it looks puffy and her cheeks are red, as if she’d been crying.

it has both you and zeke rushing to sit down on both side of her, zeke asking miss dunst what happened while you tend to isolde.

“hey, why are you crying,” you’re squatting by her chair and you reach to brush the hair out of her face.

when you see her other eye, you gasp out at the black eye starting to form on her eye.

“oh my god, zeke, look at her face!!”

“that is what i wanted to speak about with you. isolde has been getting bullied by some of her classmates. today, a little girl hit her after isolde defended herself while they argued,” the poor woman looks sad watching you and zeke check isolde for more wounds.

“why has she been bullied? she’s not mentioned this to me or (name),” zeke asks while examining her eye more closely.

“well, during the first day of school, isolde introduced herself and told the class about her family. she mentioned you, mr yeager, and her sister. the kids asked about her mother before i could stop them and she was honest with them and said that she had passed. she then said that she still, in a way, had a mother. your girlfriend, mr yeager.

“i asked her occupation, to which isolde said a college student. the kids got loud but i managed to quiet them down, and i thought it was the end of that. after that, her classmates started to pick on her verbally about your age gap and her late mother. i didn’t find out about it until this morning when isolde was hit,” miss dunst frowns as she explains.

before zeke could open his mouth, you speak up, “i’m the girlfriend, (name). i am hoping that these children will be punished accordingly and that their parents be notified. if this has really been going on all year like you say, then at this point their parents should be involved.”

“of course! i’m giving all of their parents a call after classes today. the little girl who hit her is sitting down with the principal right now, so she should be safe if you two would like her to stay at school.”

“give us a moment,” you smile kindly, which she returns, and walks to her desk to give you ‘privacy’.

“isolde, why didn’t you tell your daddy or i about what was going on,” you ask while she hugs zeke.

she peeks her head out of his chest, “didn’t want to seem weak.”

“why would you be worried about that,” zeke asks.

“after mom died, you were always so sad and stressed. i thought that if i was strong, you would be happier,” she explains shakily.

“isolde, look at me,” you put a hand on her knee, “you were six years old when your mommy died. six year olds shouldn’t know how to accurately take care of themselves, it’s why your daddy was there. i’m sure your daddy appreciated the effort, but i promise you that all he wanted you to be was his happy little girl. you don’t need to be strong at 11 years old, and you don’t need to be strong all the time. like you said, your daddy was sad when your mom died. it didn’t make him weak, it made him a person. and that’s what you are; a person. a little person.”

she sniffles and nods at you, “people can’t do everything by themselves. i’m sorry if we made it feel like you couldn’t tell us, and it’s totally understandable that you felt that way.”

zeke hums in agreement, “we love you, baby. so much.”

“love you too,” she mumbles with a small smile.

“do you want to stay at school,” zeke asks, he didn’t want to force her into a situation where she didn’t want to be.

“i have a math test later, don’t wanna miss it,” she sighs, now looking up at you.

“(name)...?”

you tilt your head while you wait for her answer.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so mean to you. everyone was making fun of me and called it weird, so i guess i wanted to believe that too,” your heart warms whenever she looks away shyly.

great, now zeke’s horny from seeing you act motherly.

————

ever since you and zeke had stepped off school campus, one of his hands was always touching you. it didn’t matter where, zeke was shameless.

even as you unlock the door to the his house, he has his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. his lips are kissing softly at your neck and his hands are shamelessly groping at your boobs.

“zeke, what is up with you,” you laugh whenever you open the door, kicking off your shoes immediately.

“horny,” he admits, swiftly following after you and locking the door behind himself.

“what about this morning made you horny,” you ask shyly while you sit on the couch.

zeke’s buttons are halfway undone and his belt is somewhere on the floor. he squeezes in behind you, once again pressing his chest against your back.

“acting maternal, i guess,” his beard tickles the back of your neck as he kisses it.

“is this why you told isolde it was okay if she wanted to stay at school,” you snicker at his fingers pulling your shirt over your head.

“why else,” he scoffs, “my only day off in a while and i’m horny. sounds like a deal.”

you whimper whenever he starts biting at your neck and when his large hands slip under your bra.

“zeke, if we’re gonna do it on the couch, can i at least lay on my back,” you ask while zeke unclips your bra.

without a word, he’s thrown you onto the couch on your back and climbing on top of you seconds later. your hands quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it halfway off of his body.

zeke throws the shirt onto the floor and kisses you, hands running up and down your torso. he pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck while his hands grope at your tits. you’re stuck between laughing and moaning at zeke’s beard dragging against your neck.

his mouth trails down to your tits, mouth attaching to your left tit while he continues to grope your right one. you let out a moan whenever he tweaks your nipple with his right hand and bites softly at your left nipple.

he pulls away from your chest, tugging off your pants and panties in frustration. it leaves you laughing and assisting him. whenever your pants do come off, he throws them to the ground and spreads your legs.

“zeke, they’re not opening too far, we’re on a couch,” you note, but soon stand corrected as zeke grabs your ankle and puts it on the back of the couch.

“nevermind,” you snicker at his cocky smirk, as if he’d done something amazing.

your other leg hangs off the couch, leaving you spread open for zeke. zeke spreads open your glistening folds with thumbs and gives a mindful lick up to your clit. after realizing that his beard is not rubbing against you uncomfortably, he dives in like it’s a pool, which he thinks it is because of how wet you are.

his mouth his sucking on your clit vigorously, as if he were a man starved. you’re moaning wantonly as he suddenly ups the speed. how did he even go that fast, you have no clue, but either way you enjoy it. your back in arching off of the couch and your toes are curling as zeke starts bringing you closer to an orgasm.

“zeke!! i’m... i’m gonna come,” you tug at his hair as your legs start to convulse and close around his head.

he only goes faster, and you wonder to yourself if zeke is powered by batteries or something. but the thought is quickly shut off whenever you finally orgasm, moaning out in ecstasy and throwing your head back against the couch cushions.

zeke slows down his pace, helping you ride through your orgasm. he pulls away whenever you’ve calmed down, fingers immediately pressing at your tight entrance.

“zeke... i-i’m too sensitive,” your complaint goes ignored as two of zeke’s fingers are suddenly inside of you.

“don’t care, deal with it,” he huffs as his fingers stretch you out.

with his other hand, his thumb is rubbing at your puffy clit at the same time of his fingers curling inside of you. your hips buck up with a mewl and zeke chuckles at the sight. unlike last time, he’s moving his tantalizingly slow.

his fingers curl once more, rubbing against the spongy part inside of you sweetly. you buck your hips up again at the contact and curl your toes whenever zeke starts abusing that spot with overwhelming speed. curling his fingers against the spot each time he pistons his fingers in and out of you.

“zeke!!” you come again while moaning his name and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

zeke chuckles when he pulls his fingers out, spreading them apart to watch your juices stick together in strings. he plops the fingers in his own mouth, rubbing his other hand up and down your quivering thigh as he pulls away from your sloppy cunt.

he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obnoxious ‘pop’ and pulls off his pants and boxers at the same time. he groans at his cock hitting against his lower stomach.

you stare at zeke’s cock. the tip is flushed with a bashful pink and his hair is trimmed nicely against his groin. he’s more girth than he is length, a whopping 6.5 inches, which is something he absolutely gets arrogant about.

“hurry,” you huff while watching zeke fist his cock.

“nah, you gotta beg for it, baby,” the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he watches you wipe away your tears from the previous orgasm.

“zeke,” you whine and wiggle your hips, “please please please give me your cock. need it so bad.”

he hums thoughtfully, and it already gives you his answer.

“please... i want it so bad, need to be fucked by you,” you pout but perk up at his dismissive shrugging.

“since you want it so bad,” he’s laughing while he puts his right hand on your pelvis and his other on his shaft to enter you.

you gasp at the feeling of him pushing inside of you, grabbing for his, now, free hand. when you catch his hand, you guide it to your bruised neck for him to grasp on. he’s chuckling once again, fingers lightly squeezing against your throat as he continues to push himself in.

he groans whenever he bottoms out, letting go of your neck to grab at your plush thighs. he pushes the towards your chest and thrusts into you shallowly after he spits on his cock buried in your pussy. he hits you deeper than he would’ve before, that much is obvious by your moans raising octaves when he starts to thrust roughly.

your hands reach up to grab the back of his thighs to pull him closer to you than before. he’s groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing onto him each time he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“fuck... zeke!!” you cry and throat your head back.

“fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so fuckin’ tight. even after how much i fuck this pretty little cunt each week.”

his words make you whimper and squeeze your grip on his thighs, making crescent moons into the skin.

“i’m gonna come... i’m gonna come again,” you pant out, back already starting to arch, “come with me please..!”

he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass getting increasingly louder as he does so.

“you wanna come with me so badly,” he asks tauntingly while you nod.

“god, zeke, please,” you try to ignore the saliva and tears on your face as you continue to scream out for zeke.

“i’ll give my sweet girl my cum since she asked so nicely,” he’s biting his lip whenever he feels his orgasm getting closer.

“yes! yes! please,” you sound so desperate as your orgasm gets closer, “zeke, please, fuck a baby into me, please..!”

zeke almost comes right then at your pleas, but ends up stilling and adjusting his stance to thrust into you more efficiently. the sudden stop makes you whine but it’s soon interrupted with a gasp as he jackhammers into you harder and faster than before.

“fuckin’ whore, wanting me to fuck a baby into you. to make you a mom. since you asked so nicely, i’ll oblige,” he berates.

“you me to fuck a baby into you? make you a mom?” it has you nodding frantically.

zeke continues to degrade you as you’re orgasm comes rushing towards you, fingers now clawing at his thighs as a signal.

zeke thrusts into you two more times before the two of you manage to orgasm simultaneously. his jackhammering slows into a grind, helping the two of you ride out the euphoria you’ve both just went through.

you whimper whenever he pulls out, uncomfortable at the sudden emptiness in you. he watches his cum start to dribble out of you, telling you to keep your legs up. he scurries off to find a paper towel or something to wipe it up with before it falls onto the couch. you shiver whenever you feel a wet cloth wipe away the dribbling cum.

he’s wiping down your chest and neck as well with a clean side of it after you put your legs down. he carries you off into his bathroom, sitting you on the counter while he readies the shower.

“i can’t believe you said that,” he raises a questioning eyebrow at you while he checks the water’s temperature.

“i wouldn’t mind having your kid,” you shrug and watch him put two towels on the counter next to you.

“i might just give you one, don’t say that,” he jokes as he starts to hug you.

“‘m okay with that,” you sigh and lean into his touch, enjoying his warmth.

“you’re stupid,” he snorts and kisses at your shoulder.

“only for you,” you snuggle your head into his neck with a giggle.

“i love you,” he sighs.

“i love you. enough to have your kids.”

maybe in a few hours when you weren’t bathing in the afterglow, zeke would bring it up to you.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #zeke yeager #zeke x you #shingeki no kyojin zeke #zeke yeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke jaeger #attack on titan zeke #zeke smut #zeke aot #tw: breeding

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Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader

In-game AU

Part 1/? Pt.2

Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader

(10/11 years old)

OneShot/Drabble(?)

Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜

INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.

Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.

Honestly I kept thinking about this but was afraid to request it to anyone so I'm doing it my myself-

If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.

P.s not everything is described the same.

(^ art by sunquids on twt)

CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, gore, death, blood, consumption of medication, sexual assault (brief mentions of Damian/The King)

Fluff/Normal

(Angst if you squint)

How you ended up there - How you met Philza and Technoblade

As you were walking around the hospital, you decided to take a pill to see if it'll help.

You watched as your vision blurred and some sort of demonic noises rang in your ears.

After a few seconds your vision cleared up, you took a look around the front desk.

The once dull and lifeless room had turned into this even duller and just plain deathly like room.

Blood was everywhere, random body parts of babies where thrown around. A skeletal figure was hung with what looked like an umbilical cord wrapped around its thin bones, it was connected to this baby covered by a blue blanket.

Just about everything looked grotesque.

Suddenly the floor ahead of you opened and this slimy black tentacle like arm grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.

It seemed you may have passed out during your fall because you woke up to the sounds of hissing and supposedly two men.

Oh and let's not forget the killer headache causing the ringing in your ears. :)

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, the light around you seemed much brighter than before.

You looked at the two men in front of you and then glanced down, you spotted Mr. Midnight!

His fur was spiked up and his ears were flat against his head. He seemed to be trying to protect you from the men.

Ignoring their presence you immediately scooped up your precious fur baby in your arms.

Your mind completely forgot about the fact there are two strange looking men in front of you.

A few droplets of water dripped down your (S/C) cheeks onto your (F/C) shirt/dress.

You started crying, so much happened in a short period of time and you found your cat you oh so desperately tried to find.

It panicked one of the adults. Said adult was an average tall man with slightly longer blond hair than average, he also had a green and white striped bucket hat. But what stuck out the most was the large pair of wings behind his back.

At first you thought that it was your pills fault but everywhere around you looked….

Normal?

It seemed like your meds wore off while you supposedly passed out.

But that doesn’t help or ease you at all. If the side effects wore off then how the hell did he have wings?!

The blond walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured puppy. His blue eyes roamed around your body, as if studying your every mouvements.

The other man who was beside him earlier seemed to tense up and looked at him as if he grew another head. He was on edge you assumed.

But he looked even weirder to you. He had long pink hair tied into a loose braid falling over his shoulder. Was it natural? He also had tusks peeking out from his bottom lip, they were large but not enough to be in the way. His skin seemed to be on the pinker side, it was roughed up with scars and calloused in certain areas. You noticed he had pig ears poking out his crown. Is he a king of sorts? Wait, that reminds you of someome... Oh! The king of course!

Ah yes, the king. You quite missed him actually, he was playful and let you use his cane- sword to get a key. But he didn't know about that part. You wonder if he's doing alright right know, the asylum sucks. And the shadow thing next to him said weird things to. Who exactly is the holy man? Why'd the shadow say he took off his clothes?

You couldn't dwell on it to much as you got distracted by the approaching man.

He reached out his hand to stop the winged male. “Phil-”

But the man named ‘Phil’ interrupted the crowned male by putting up his hand. He stopped his hand and let it limp to his side.

“It’s alright Tech, they seem harmless.” ‘Phil’ reassured, though ‘Tech’ nodded his head with a stern expression. There was still hesitance in his sharp red eyes.

‘Phil’ took the same hand he put up and reached it out to you. A soft and kind look in his eyes, you could’ve gotten lost in them if you weren’t careful.

“You alright there kid?” He asked, crouching down to meet your height from where you sat.

“Y-yeah, I think so…” You winced, your throat was hoarse and dry. You peered at ‘Phil’ as he took out this glass bottle with what you assumed was water.

He handed you the fragile bottle, he saw the look of hesitance in your childlike eyes. But something about them set off alarms in his head, they were dull. There’s nothing wrong with that of course! But they were too dull, at least for a mere kid.

He recognized a glint of trauma in your (Eye Shape) eyes, those beautiful (E/C) orbs had seen something they shouldn’t have. Haven’t they?

“Don’t worry mate, it’s fresh water.” He examined the way you handled the cork, you were inexperienced. He could tell you’ve never needed to do it, but why? It’s really the only way so far to keep water with you.

Did you not have any?

While he was lost in thought, you just had noticed he had an accent of sorts. Nothing wrong with it, you've just never heard of someone with it.

(^ Ignore that if you are british)

While the winged male was off in his own world the piglin hybrid watched as you sniffed the clear liquid in suspicion before letting your cat smell it as if you were looking for their approval.

To his surprise they did give it to you, the black cat nodded it’s head and squeaked out a meow. That strangely sounded like a yes- but he dismissed the thought. Probably was just the voices fucking with him.

You gulped down the water as if you hadn’t had any for months.

‘Why tf are they so desperate-’ ‘lowkey kinda concerned lmao’ ‘they look like they’d be an orphan tho’ ‘lmao maybe’ ‘idc about the kid, i want the cat’ ‘absolutely-’ ‘Nah fuck the cat, im allergic.’ ‘lol and?’ 'PFT ANY ASKERS???'

Those were all different voices speaking and overlapping each other.

Technoblade sighed as he glanced at his father, he knew him on the back of his hand. He let him be and slowly walked next to Phil and kneeled down.

“What’s your name kid?” he asked, taking the empty bottle you had handed him. “(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)/Bow.” You bluntly answered, looking at him in the eyes. He noticed how bloodshot they were, I mean you did cry not even 5 minutes ago.

"What's yours?" You questioned tilting your head a bit in the process.

Unbeknownst to you, some voices in a certain someone's head were losing their shit, squealing and chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’ over and over again.

"The name's Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Strange name in your book but your not the one to judge. You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement.

"That guy is Philza, but you can call him Phil." He pointed his thumb to the unfocused man. Technoblade or Techno- cleared his throat.

“You’ve got somewhere to stay? Where are your parents?” “Why can’t you mind your business?”

Techno’s eyes twitched in annoyance and his teeth clenched to hold back any crude words.

Although he noticed the flash of pain in those dull (E/C) orbs of the mentions of your parents.

He sighed once again, something you noticed he did a lot. At least, so far he did.

“Look kid, do you have a place to stay or not?”

And that's how you ended up meeting your new family. . . <3

I may include a taglist if anyone's up to be tagged lmao

#mcyt x reader #platonic x reader #tommy innit x y/n #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #wilbur x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #sbi x reader #fluff #mcyt #fran bow #franbow!reader #reader as fran bow #mr. midnight #cat #tiny bit of angst #only if you squint tho