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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 2 months

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Note: The fic gets a bit saucy, so A18+ ONLY just to be safe!

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out

CW: MDNI!, kissing, making out, boobs, fondling, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon

Its mid-afternoon in the UA library. The early Spring sunlight is streaming through the tall windows and across the sci-fi novel you're flipping through. You sigh; content to finally have a Saturday off after a grueling few weeks of classes, training and internship activities.

You think back to a particularly tough training session that had taken place the day before - you had finally kicked Shoto Todoroki's ass in front of the whole class. You smile as you remember the shocked look on his face as you reached down to help him back to his feet.

"You had it coming, hot stuff." You winked as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him back to standing position. His face had flushed red in humiliation at the loss.

You're suddenly jerked out of your reverie when a figure looms over you, casting a long shadow on the desk before you. You turn, startled. As if pulled from your daydream, Shoto Todoroki has materialized before you – tall and handsome. You look up at him in surprise, mouth half open.

"I think we should kiss." Shoto's deep voice says above you, his tone neutral.

"Huh?" Your mouth drops fully open. Shoto is looking down at you with eyes alight with determination. That cute blush is back - splashed across his pale cheeks and across his aristocratic nose.

"I was thinking back to our fight yesterday, and the reason why I lost. It was because I was thinking about kissing you the whole time. I let myself get distracted. I think that if we kissed, I could get over it and refocus on training." So matter-of-fact! That was one thing you liked about Shoto - he was straightforward.

"Um...okay." With an effort, you close your gaping mouth. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shoto has never shown any romantic interest in you before. You’ve never caught wandering eyes on you in class, he’s never stashed a love note in your locker. None of the typical school love tropes have been leveraged here. If anything, the two of you are loose acquaintances on the cusp of being friends. Maybe a few more months of class and group activities together would have helped you bridge the gap and fully form a decent friendship.

You wonder if he’s been into you all this time, or if this is just a whim he’s exploring. Either way - who are you to let an opportunity to kiss a hot guy go by the wayside? You snap your book shut and stand. "You want to do this right now?"

Shoto nods, and turns to walk away with the expectation that you’ll follow. You get up and sweep your things into your bag, heart beating double time. You quickly jog to catch up with Shoto – he’s already out the door. The two of you walk across the UA grounds in silence, your footsteps falling into a soft rhythm. Your mind is going at a million miles per minute – could this all be an elaborate prank? Shoto has never struck you as the type to play a cruel joke on a classmate. Quite the opposite – when he’s not training he seems so soft and sweet. He strikes you as more of an introvert than anything else. He keeps people at a safe distance. You’ve always been under the impression that when it comes to Shoto, trust is earned, not freely given.

You wonder if this kissing business means that you’ve earned a bit of that trust? Who’s to say.

“So…” you say, attempting to break the tension. “Where are we going?”

Shoto looks back at you, confused. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to my dorm room.”

“Oh.” You pause. “Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? Like, what if someone catches us kissing in your dorm room? Won’t we get in trouble?”

“I’ll lock the door.” He says sensibly. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Huh.”

“Oh – I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He runs a hand through his hair reflexively. “It’s no wonder you’re one of the top members of the class. A good hero always has a strategy. So we should come up with an alibi.” He brings his thumb to his chin as he stares into space, pondering.

“If someone catches us, I can say that I experimentally froze my lips with my power and that I asked you to help me warm them up. Naturally, the best way to do so was with your lips.” He turns to you expectantly to gauge your reaction.

What the actual hell, Shoto.

“You’re um…you’re fucking with me, right?” You look at him uncertainly. Shoto’s unusually harsh upbringing has caused him to be shockingly literal at times. Your eyes scan his face until the corner of his mouth quirks upwards into a small smile.

“Yes, I am.”

You burst out laughing at the unexpected joke, and his tiny smile grows into a full grin. He likes making you laugh.

“Listen…” He says reassuringly, “No one is going to bother us – it’s such a nice day. I overheard some of the girls saying they were going to take pictures near the campus cherry blossom trees. They roped Midoriya, Ida and a few other classmates into the activity as well. Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero are all training across campus in the gym. We should have at least an hour or two before anyone comes seriously looking for us.”

Wow. That must be the longest group of sentences he’s ever said to you directly.

“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, following him across the threshold of Class 1A’s dorm complex.

He smirks. “I’m strategic.”

You look at him appraisingly. He looks clean and trim in his tailored UA uniform. Aside from the scar surrounding his eye, he has the most perfect skin of anyone in your class. While the rest of your classmates have been stressing about moisturizer and SPF and acne treatments, you’ve watched Shoto sail through his hormonal teens without a skincare care in the world. The skin of his cheeks is the color of porcelain and looks so, so soft and deliciously kissable. His face holds a mixture of determination and apprehension.

You enter the kitchen and common room area of your dorm and see that it’s completely, blessedly empty - odd for a Saturday. Shoto is right - it is one of the first nice spring days on campus. You assume everyone is out enjoying the nice weather as he said. This is a good thing – it means your clandestine meeting with Shoto can stay secret. Everyone in Class 1A can be so nosy sometimes. You’re determined to keep this juicy little secret between the two of you.

He leads you up towards one of the hallways that encompasses the boy’s dorms, pausing in front of his door to fiddle with his key. His usually steady hands are shaking a bit as he turns the lock and pushes open the door to reveal his immaculately clean bedroom with it’s traditional Japanese décor.

You step inside and slide off your shoes, letting your bag drop to the floor.

“I forgot how traditional your space is, Shoto.”

He closes the door behind you and clicks the lock into place before discarding his keys on his desktop. He looks around the dorm room thoughtfully.

“It’s how I grew up. I never really had the chance to develop my own taste or style.”

“Maybe now that you have your own space, you finally can!” You say enthusiastically. “If you’d ever like to go shopping or want help putting together a Pinterest board, Mina and I can definitely help you find some inspiration.”

His flat line of a mouth quirks up into another small smile. “I haven’t really had the time to think about anything other than school work and the L.o.V. since we moved into the dorms. Maybe you’re right – this could be an opportunity to broaden my horizons. See what I like.”

“Yeah! There are so many fun ways you can bring more of yourself into this space. We can start with a throw pillow.” You say knowledgably, pulling up the Pinterest app on your phone. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

You type the color into the search bar, and immediately the screen is flooded with hundreds of different shades of blue throw pillows – all kinds of patterns and sayings and beading and embroidery. You hand him your phone and encourage him to scroll through the options.

“I’m sure we can find something that makes you feel like you.”

His eyes soften a bit as he takes the phone from you, intrigued. He scrolls through the colorful images, overwhelmed by the options. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, he finally stops and double taps a picture, hyperlinking to a website.

“This. This feels like it could be me.” He sends himself the link so he can purchase the pillow later. He hands back your phone and you take a curious look – the image he’s drawn to is a long rectangle of fabric shaped like a whale. It has navy blue stripes along with a small curved tale and button eyes sewn on. You look up and see that the tips of Shoto’s ears are bright red.

“This isn’t what I was expecting – but I see now that it suits you perfectly.” You say, picturing the whale pillow in his room – a dash of whimsy against the otherwise stuffy outdated décor. He practically glows at the compliment. You realize that this is likely one of the first times someone is validating a choice he has made for himself. You cough and toss your phone into your discarded bag – the moment feels oddly intimate.

Shoto’s eyes scan across your face and he speaks his next words slowly, almost deliberately. “This is what I’ve always liked about you, y/n. You always seem to know what to say to get someone to smile or to open up. Admirable traits in a future hero.” You feel your own face heating up at the sweet compliment. Shoto has never given you so much direct attention outside of class, and it’s exciting and almost unnerving to have those two intense eyes focused in entirely on you.

“Thank you Shoto, that’s a very kind thing to say.” You suddenly realize how very close Shoto’s face is to your own. He’s only a few breaths away. Shoto is a few inches taller than you, so you need to crane your neck in order to get the full picture of his beautiful face. You wonder nervously if he expects you to initiate – should you reach out and grab his face? Your heart starts beating much too fast and you see his intense eyes dart down to your lips, wanting. You take a step closer to him, leaning up to meet his face, and…

“Let’s get started.” He says abruptly, breaking the moment. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his bedroll, hastily moving to set up his sleeping space so that you’ll have a comfortable place to sit. Once he sets up the space, he takes a seat on the soft mattress and motions for you to join him. This wasn’t really what you were expecting, but you remember that Shoto is pretty sheltered. He clearly has a plan in mind here, so you decide to let him take the lead.

“Alright, before we start – I just want you to know that we can stop at any point you’d like. I want you to be comfortable here, so please let me know if at any time you feel like you don’t want to continue. Ok?”

You nod, appreciating the dialogue and Shoto’s forethought surrounding consent.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Leaning his head back, he exhales slowly through his nostrils. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes flutter open. “It’s an exercise my father taught me for clearing my nerves before a battle.” He explains as he runs a nervous hand through his two-toned hair.

“Are you anticipating a battle here?” You tease, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. Shoto eyes the hand curiously before matching your gaze.

“Of course not. But surprisingly – I have the same feeling of anxiety now that I usually have right before a sparring match.” His expression is stone cold serious, not even the hint of a joke this time.

“I understand that. It’s nerve wracking to kiss a person for the first time.” You quickly double back on your words. “N-not that I’m implying that this is your first kiss or anything, I-”

Shoto blinks. “Oh – this is my first kiss. I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“Oh! Oh, Todoroki – I didn’t realize!” You trip over your words a bit and it brings out a soft smile in Shoto.

“I think that’s why I’ve been so distracted lately. Once I know how it feels, maybe then I can move on and focus back on my training and studies. Is this not your first kiss?” He tilts his head to the side, questioning. You see no hint of jealousy in his eyes – he’s legitimately curious.

“N-no. I’ve kissed a few people before. Never anything serious! Just here and there at summer camp.” You smile weakly, face burning. Shoto nods appreciatively at your candid answer.

“That makes sense – you’re very competent at everything you do. And very attractive.” This last part brings a blush across Shoto’s pale cheeks. “I had assumed there were plenty of people who have wanted to be kissed by you.” The compliment is unexpected and it makes a laugh bubble up your throat. You start giggling and Shoto seems taken by surprise.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No – no! You’re just so sincere and sweet and I am so nervous right now. Shoto you’re competent and attractive, too. I hope that you know that!” This brings his smile back out again, like the sunshine after a long rainstorm.

“Why don’t we just get it over with, then? I’ve read a few articles and studied some movies and…well, I think I’m as prepared as I can be.” Shoto’s face is so open and earnest your heart squeezes in your chest. He studied for this??

Slowly, carefully, Shoto reaches out a delicate hand to cradle the side of your face. He scoots somewhat awkwardly closer to you, but the rest of his movements hold his typical grace. He leans forward, eyes half closed, and brings his lips to your own.

You dip your head to receive the kiss, and you feel his soft lips melt against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth. Everything about him is soft and electric at the same time – the points where your bodies are connected feel charged with some kind of buzzing energy that leaves your breathless. And just as soon as it’s begun – it’s over. A brief peck, a stolen moment in time. Shoto pulls away from you, eyes wide, as he catches his breath.

“So?” You ask, trying for nonchalance but failing when you realize your voice is just a hoarse whisper. “What did you think?”

“It’s…” Shoto looks at you thoughtfully, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. I just feel like I want to do it more – like I need to keep going.”

You laugh – “Did you really think you’d want to stop after your first kiss?” Shoto shrugs, unwilling to answer the question.

“Can we kiss again? Please. If you’d like to, that is?” He asks, and you note the want in his voice. You’ve never heard Shoto Todoroki sound desperate for anything in his life before this moment. You’re surprised at how he sounds fairly desperate for you.

You smile at him and lean in close, bringing your foreheads together. You can feel different temperatures playing across his skin as he works to keep his quirk in check as excitement roars across his body.

“Follow my lead, lover-boy.” You whisper, before crashing your lips together. You move at a faster pace this time, showing him how to slide his mouth against yours to have a proper make out. He picks it up quickly and absolutely relishes in it. His eyes are closed and his hands find either side of your face again. You let him hold you like that for a few minutes before you decide to take the reigns a bit more. You reach out to place a hand on his chest and softly push him away from you.

“Here – this will make things a lot easier.” You stand up and move to straddle him, slowly sliding into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You place his hands on your waist and wind your arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” He nods, his eyes blown wide and almost glassy with lust.

“This is okay?” He asks, looking down at the way his hands grip your hips.

“Absolutely. You’re going to want them there for leverage.”

“Leverage?” He asks weakly, his eyes trained on your lips.

“You’ll see.” You smile deviously as you take in how absolutely undone Shoto looks. “Okay, next step – have you done any research on French kissing?”

Shoto nods again, looking a bit uncertain. “I watched a romantic comedy online and at the end the main couple kissed that way.”

“Well it’s super easy – I’ll walk you through it.” You tilt your head towards his and melt your lips back together, starting out with a slow and soft kiss. As he begins to get comfortable with the pace of your kissing, you move to deepen it – running the tip of your tongue across his lips. He naturally opens his mouth to you, and you move so that your tongues meet. You guide him into a light dance, your kisses becoming more frantic as your mouths and tongues collide. This brings out a ferocity in Shoto that you hadn’t expected, and you feel his hands grip your hips with almost bruising force. You groan, turned on by the contact. You automatically rock your hips into his and he stills at the motion. You blush as you realize that you can feel Shoto’s dick becoming hard beneath you. Shit.

His hands fly off of your hips and he sits back, mortified.

“I’m so sorry-” you start to say as he runs his hand anxiously through his hair again. Shoto takes a deep breath and looks at you, eyes still fuzzy.

“Don’t be sorry! That was amazing, I just…didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He looks down between you pointedly. He doesn’t want you to get freaked out by the fact that he’s got a boner.

“Oh I’m not uncomfortable at all! Actually, quite the opposite.” This answer makes Shoto’s sculpted eyebrows fly up into his hair.

“Really?” He whispers.

“Yeah. It’s actually really hot.” You reach down and take his hands in yours, moving them back to your hips. You make piercing eye contact with Shoto as you roll your hips experimentally again – feeling his hardness even through your clothes. He groans at the contact this time, a soft sound that is just: So. Goddamn. Hot.

You grind against him again, picking up a steady rhythm as Shoto enthusiastically moves your hips. Struck by sudden inspiration, you lean forward to kiss a sloppy line up his neck. This draws a moan from Shoto that you weren’t expecting – low and sweet. You smile as you continue to kiss his neck, using your tongue when you find a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear.

Shoto grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head up before crashing his lips back into yours. His kisses are heated and passionate as he bounces you on his lap, making you both see stars. You’re so wet you can feel yourself soaking through your panties. You pray that your school uniform pants won’t get damp beneath you – how embarrassing would that be?! At the same time - you don’t give a damn; Shoto’s mouth and his hands and his dick feel far too good. At the moment kissing Shoto Todoroki feels like the only thing you were put on this goddamn earth to do.

Tentatively, you feel Shoto’s hands wander up from your hips. You moan into his mouth as his hands find your breasts. “How is this?” He whispers hoarsely, running delicate fingertips across the peaks of your breasts. “Is this okay? I can stop if you want me to.” You moan your consent enthusiastically, and when he begins to softly knead your boobs over your shirt, your hormones fully take the wheel.

You hop off your classmate so you can quickly unbutton your shirt – your tie flying off as you work. Shoto remains sitting on the floor and does the same with his own uniform. In a moment he is sitting shirtless and beautiful before you, chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. He stares at you with bright eyes as you stand above him in nothing but a bra and UA’s uniform slacks. He has never seen a woman with so little clothing on before, and he is in awe.

You kneel down beside him on the bedroll and reach out to touch his perfect body. Your hand hovers above his perfectly sculpted abs and you look up at him, eyes asking permission. He nods, giving you his blessing to touch. You smooth your fingertips lightly across the defined planes of his chest and abs, marveling in all that he is. Your palm comes to rest against his chest and you feel his heartbeat – a quick staccato beneath your delicate hand. You push him lightly so that he moves to lie on the ground before you.

“You alright with all this?” You whisper, moving slowly to straddle him on the ground.

“If I get to have you on top of me again – absolutely.” And he grins – a genuine smile that radiates comfort. You’ve never seen a look like that before on Shoto’s face and it stops you in your tracks. You just want to bask in the glow of the rare gift of his beaming face.

After a moment, you collect yourself and move so that you’re on all fours and hovering over him. You shiver – you’ve never been so close to someone in this way before. He seems to notice your hesitation.

“You look cold – do you want to grab a blanket?” He reaches up and runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you more goose bumps. You nod, and he reaches to grab a thick grey knit blanket that’s folded neatly to your left. He pulls you down to lay on top of him and easily casts the blanked across your intertwined bodies. The knit feels luxurious and expensive – and it smells deliciously like Shoto. A scent that’s a mixture of sandalwood and fresh sheets wafts around you. It’s comfortable and warm and you feel so, so happy to be sharing this moment with Shoto.

He wraps his arms around you and feels himself get hard again at the delicate feeling of your bare skin against his own. He pulls you in for a kiss – and this time the passion is slow, sensual. You’ve never kissed someone like this before – like you have all the time in the world. He moves his hands up and down your bare back beneath the blanket – warming you up. He’s keeping his ice quirk at bay – both of his hands are the perfect temperature as they run across your soft, supple skin. His hands come to rest on your lower back as he moves to experimentally kiss down your collarbone.

“Oh! Oh, Shoto, yes.” Is all you can say. The use of his given name seems to turn him on even more, because his kisses become sloppier and he runs the edge of his teeth against your skin. He continues to kiss down your shoulder, pausing for only a moment in order to roll you both over so that he can have a turn on top. You gasp at the sudden movement – the dynamics have unexpectedly shifted and Shoto is in total control.

He gazes down at you, shifting the blanket so that it doesn’t get tangled between your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, a note of wonder in his voice. “Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.” He runs a light fingertip across the delicate skin of your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He watches as he runs his finger down the slope of one of your breasts, stopping when he meets the soft cotton of your bra.

“Can we take this off?” He whispers, moving to palm your breast over the delicate white material. You nod, and prop yourself up so you can reach behind yourself to unclip the clothing. With a light “pop!” the bra clip comes undone and Shoto helps you discard the item. He takes in your breasts with a look of absolute amazement and cautiously reaches out to touch them. He gently runs the palm of his hand across your right breast experimentally. You gasp at the contact, and he nervously glances at your face to make sure you’re not in any discomfort. You smile at him, encouraging him to keep going. He kneads the breast in his strong hand a few times before experimentally rolling his thumb over your nipple. You gasp at the contact as pleasure surges through you – you had no idea you were so sensitive. Shoto repeats the motion, earning a soft moan. He smiles at the praise – unexpectedly mischievous as he moves so that he’s kneeling over you, able to tackle a breast with each hand. He goes to work pinching and massaging and rolling your breasts between deft fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your mouth.

“Shoto!” You cry out as he moves to spread more kisses across your neck as his left hand plays with one of your breasts. You reach down and squeeze the muscular plane of his ass, begging him to grind into you. He gets the message loud and clear – moving against you gently so that you can feel his hardness graze against you.

He’s causing so many delicious sensations across your body with his lips, hands, hips, groin – it’s almost too much. You feel like you might drown in him when suddenly –

A knock on the door causes you both to still.

“Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice is muffled behind the door. You’re both rigid with fear. Shoto’s lips are at your neck and his breath tickles your bare skin. Your fist is tightly squeezed around his left ass cheek. You stare at the ceiling as you start to panic, wondering wildly what you’re supposed to do in this situation. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Mr. Aizawa knocks on the door again. “Todoroki – your father is here to see you.”

“My father?!” Shoto blurts out before he can stop himself. He scrambles off of you and looks around in a panic. “Why’s my father here?”

The walls seem to be thinner than you thought, because Mr. Aizawa supplies an answer from the other side of the locked door.

“Endeavor had a press conference at a hotel down the road this morning. He wanted to check in and discuss internships. I left him waiting in the common area. I’ll be in my office if you want to grab any internship paperwork while he’s here. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, kid.”

“Of course – thank you Mr. Aizawa!” Todoroki calls through the door awkwardly, listening as your teacher’s footsteps recede into the distance.

You and Shoto stare at each other in absolute horror.

“Do you think he heard us? Do you think h-he knows?” You whisper, panic lacing your voice.

Shoto shakes his head no as he gathers up his shirt and shakily tries to re-button it. “No – I don’t think he was out there long enough to hear anything incriminating.”

You let out a breath of anxious air, reaching for your discarded bra. “Thank goodness.” You re-clip your bra and shrug on your shirt.

“Endeavor is here?” You eye Shoto with concern as he dawns his tie and straightens his hair in a wall mirror on the back of his door.

“My old man likes to pop up at inconvenient times.” Content with his hair, he looks down at you. You’ve started to fold up his blanked and bedroll, patting down your own hair along the way.

“We should probably talk about what just happened…” He starts to say, but you shush him as you hear heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.

“Shoto!” A booming voice rings through the hallway, sending shivers up your spine. The heavy footsteps come to a stop right outside Shoto’s dorm door. The doorknob rattles as someone tries the lock. “How dare you keep me waiting!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, old man!” Shoto calls back bitingly. He glares at the door, thankful for the meager lock. He turns to look at you, and his eyes fill with panic. You scan the room for a place to hide – there is absolutely nowhere to conceal yourself in Shoto’s sparse, plain room.

Suddenly, you’re struck with inspiration – you point to the window. Shoto nods in agreement, dashing to grab your things from where they lay abandoned at the threshold of the door.

Quietly, you pad over to the window and pull back the curtains by a foot. You unlatch the window and slide it softly open before hoisting yourself into the wide window frame. It’s lucky you’re not afraid of heights – because Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor. There is a small escape ladder for fire emergencies (you smile at the irony of Endeavor being the fire emergency in this case). You move to settle your feet on the top rung of the ladder, with plans to climb your way back to the ground so you can re-enter the dorm building from the back.

Shoto leans out the window and hangs your messenger bag around your shoulder.

“Find me later so we can discuss this.” He says, looking apprehensively over his shoulder as his father continues to bang on the door and callout his name. “I’m sorry this ended with you having to sneak out the window like some sort of criminal.”

“Ah, it’s no big deal! Makes it more exciting.” You grin and he smiles back. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back to close the window.

As he slides the glass closed, he says to you “I don’t think this is going to help me refocus. If anything, I’m more distracted than ever.” You give him a wink as he shuts the window soundly, drawing the curtains to cover your escape.

Hastily, you climb down 5 stories worth of thin metal ladder, landing gracefully in the soft spring grass. You walk to the dorm’s back entrance and let yourself in, walking past the laundry room and up towards the common area. Mina waves at you as she tosses some clothes into the washing machine, and you say a silent prayer thanking the powers that be that none of your friends had come looking for you while you spent your blissful hour hidden away, half-naked and moaning, in Shoto Todoroki’s room.

You climb the stairs two at a time until you hear the voice of the Number 2 Hero grumbling in the common area. Curious, you peak around the corner to see Shoto and his father seated on one of the couches, sorting through paperwork. Shoto has a dead look behind his eyes as his father lectured him about the importance of networking. He nods blankly a few times before his eyes catch sight of your small frame hiding around the corner. His entire face softens at the sight of you. Endeavor notices and turns to see what’s captured his son’s attention.

“You there! Are you a member of Class 1A?” He booms out, almost polite in his delivery. You walk out into the room, drawing yourself up to your full height.

“Dad – this is my classmate Y/N. She lives on the girl’s side of the dorm. Her quirk is extremely powerful.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor.” You say, trying not to blush at Shoto’s compliment. Endeavor waves you off with a fiery hand.

“Ah, that’s right. I recognize you from the Sport’s Festival. Your quirk and fighting style were both quite impressive.” He looks at you appraisingly. “Are you a close friend of Shoto’s?”

“She is.” Shoto answers smoothly. “Actually, she’s been tutoring me a bit lately on some techniques I’m not familiar with. She’s a greatteacher.” The subtext is not lost on you.

“Surely you don’t need help in your studies, Shoto. You’re at the top of your class.” Endeavor says gruffly, looking to his son for further explanation.

“Just showing him a few moves I picked up in one of my martial arts classes, sir! Shoto picks up new techniques like a Pro.”

Endeavor seems mollified by this answer. “Of course he does. He’s on track to become the best of the best.” The hero claps his hand on Shoto’s shoulder proudly, and you smile weakly at the discomfort that flashes across Shoto’s eyes.

“Well – I’ll let you both get back to your work! Shoto – if you want to practice those techniques again later, I’ll be in the library until 8 tonight.”

You see Shoto ever so slightly lick his bottom lip. His face is tinged with the lightest of blushes.

“Got it. I’ll see you there, Y/N.”

You have a feeling that Shoto isn’t going to be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.

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slut4thebroken · 7 months

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Meant to Be

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x innocent intern!reader

Summary | You and Dr. Crane can finally be together.

Warnings | NON CON sexual content, 18+, rape, kidnapping, drugged, forced relationship, crying, innocence kink, forced kissing, praise, anal, no lube, no prep, painful sex, housewife kink?, promises of forced breeding lol, a lil ooc, delulu!Crane <3

Words | 1.7 k

Notes | READ THE WARNINGS. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CHOOSE TO VIEW. This was based off of a Reddit audio lmao so enjoy :)

Ao3 link | <3

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Your eyes opened slowly, but when you realized you weren’t in your bed, you felt instantly more alert— rapidly looking around the room to try and remember where you were and how you got here. You still felt foggy and tired from waking up, but it was almost overshadowed by fear now.

You saw Dr. Crane across the room and your heavy, panicked breathing alerted him to your newfound consciousness. You suddenly realized what was happening and why you weren’t at your home. When he moved closer, you let out a panicked whimper, holding back tears as you tried to move, but being unable to because of the restraints on all four of your limbs.

“Shh, shh… Don’t cry, angel. You’re safe now.” He said softly and you let out a choked sob as you shook your head to disagree. “Yes… No one can hurt you here.” You shook your head more violently, but immediately stopped when you got dizzy. “Are you still a little fuzzy, darling? The drug should wear off very soon, don’t worry.”

“Drug?” You whimpered, voice barely audible.

“Yes. You had a little too much to drink at the staff party last night and I offered to take you home. You were so drunk that you didn’t even question the pill I gave you.” He laughed warmly, making your stomach drop. “I had a whole plan for our first time together, but when I saw you at the party… you just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Please let me go.” You whimpered and he shushed you.

“I know you like playing hard to get but we’re here now, there’s no need to continue acting coy.” When he sat down on the bed next to your hips, you writhed in the restraints, trying so hard to get some distance. “Look at you squirming…” he cooed, “I’m excited too, darling. I won’t make you wait much longer, I just want to savor this moment— I’ve been planning this for so long.” He reached out to pet your hair and you flinched away from his touch, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get yourself to wake up from this nightmare.

“I started planning it right after your interview, if you can believe it. The second I saw you, I knew you were the one.” He stroked your hair, ignoring the grimace on your face as you tried to stifle your cries. “But I bided my time, waiting for the right moment. I let you think you were making a real difference with that internship even though we both knew you weren’t. You just looked so adorable trying so hard to gain my praise and approval.”

“Dr. Crane..” You whimpered, desperate for him to snap out of whatever trance he was in. There’s no way that your boss— your mentor— has been thinking about you this way the whole time.

“I know, angel. I know you felt the same— I could see it. And now we’re finally together.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, making you whine uncomfortably and try to turn your head away. He just grabbed your jaw to hold you still as he kissed you. After a torturously long moment, he pulled back so that his lips brushed yours, then whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

He kissed you again, this time licking at your tightly sealed lips. When you wouldn’t open your mouth, he tightened his grip on your jaw and forced it open, letting his tongue slip inside. His free hand cupped your covered breast, lightly squeezing, making your cheeks heat up from embarrassment at the unfamiliar act. He pulled your dress down enough to free your breast, then started rolling your nipple between his fingers, forcing a gasp out of you.

He kissed across your jaw, then down your neck and chest, and you couldn’t hold down the whimper when his hot mouth enveloped your nipple. He sucked and licked teasingly, occasionally biting, making you wince.

“So perfect.” He whispered, moving to your other breast to give it the same treatment. “You are so beautiful, darling.” His hands met your thighs and he started slowly snaking them up.

“No..” You whimpered, squirming away from his touch and letting out a soft sob as he leaned up again.

“Yes. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He said softly, clearly not understanding what you actually meant. When he started pushing your dress up your body, your crying intensified.

“Please, I— I’m a… Please don’t do this.” He shushed you and gently brushed your hair back.

“I know you’re pure, angel. I have no intention of taking that from you right now.” You almost breathed a sigh of relief. “I can’t fuck you there— not yet.” The second the meaning of his words registered in your head, you started thrashing again, trying to get away, especially when he ripped your panties clean off your body. You were suddenly hit with the realization that this was actually happening— this was real.

“No! Please don’t!” You sobbed, kicking your legs as much as you could in the restraints.

“Be a good girl and I’ll prep you first.” You couldn’t help it though. You screamed and cried and fought until he lost his patience. “Fine. You want to act like a little brat? Then that’s how you’ll be treated.” He spat, quickly opening his pants and shoving them down enough to remove his cock.

“No!” You cried, trying to squirm away from him.

“Stop it.” He hissed. “I’m trying to be nice— What happened to my good girl, hm?”

“Please let me go.” You whimpered, letting out a choked sob when he settled between your legs. He used what little slack there was in the rope holding your ankles to bend your legs slightly, giving him better access. When he lined himself up with your entrance and added some pressure, you sobbed more intensely, begging him to just let you go.

The blunt head of his cock pushed harder against your hole and when it finally breached your opening, you let out a shrill scream, making him place a hand over your mouth.

“Oh fuck…” He groaned, closing his eyes as his mouth opened in a silent moan. “So fucking tight.” He didn’t stop until he was all the way in and your cries turned violent as your body quivered with pain and fear. “I know, baby, I’m so happy I could almost cry too. And you’re doing such a good job— taking me so well.” He slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip was inside, then pushed in just as slow, continuing that pace.

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned. “I know it hurts but I couldn’t possibly take your innocence from you— not until the time is right. That’s why I have to keep fucking your ass for a while.” You let out a strangled cry at the thought of this happening again and shook your head as much as you could with his hand on your mouth. “I know, but I have to wait, sweet girl. Once you’re ready, then I’ll fuck that little pussy— put a baby in you.” Your eyes widened and you let out another sob in response. “I’m going to make you a mommy. Would you like that, angel?” He asked softly and you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Maybe not yet. But soon enough you’ll grow to love your new life here— as my little housewife. You won’t have to worry about anything else other than keeping me happy and giving me babies.” He cooed, gently cupping your cheek with his free hand, making you flinch. His thrusts turned more forceful and rough, getting worked up by his own words. He rutted into you desperately, chasing his orgasm and ignoring your muffled sobs and pleas.

“God- I can’t wait to come home from work everyday, find you in the kitchen cooking our dinner, your belly nice and full.” He moved his free hand down to rub at your belly, feeling the phantom baby bump. “You’re gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby.” He all but whined.

He suddenly released your mouth and before you could try and scream again, he was kissing you, forcing his tongue in your mouth as his hips humped into you desperately. You just laid there frozen as you cried, not able to make yourself do anything else. He pulled back, but his lips were still brushing yours.

“Don’t worry, angel. I’m still gonna fuck this needy little pussy.” His hand moved from your belly to lightly rub at your clit. “But maybe after you push out my kid, I’ll give your cunt a break until you’re all healed.”

“No,” You cried, not wanting anything he was promising.

“I know you’re not ready yet, sweetheart.” He uttered softly, making you whimper and shake your head. “But you don’t need to be nervous, you’re going to make a great mommy— god I'm so excited to see you like that.”

His thrusts turned frenzied now, rutting into you at a brutal pace. He moved his hand from your clit to your hole, gathering what little arousal you had, then bringing his hand back up to suck it off his fingers with a vulgar moan.

“Fuck— I can’t wait to taste you properly.” He said through a heavy breath. His sounds grew louder and his movements more forceful until he finally buried his head in the crook of your neck again with a low groan. His hips snapped into you once more before stilling all the way inside.

“Keep squeezing me like that..” He said through a breath. You whined uncomfortably and he shushed you, then cooed, “I know— it feels good for me too, baby.” He panted as he came down from his orgasm, then lifted his head to look at you.

“I love you so much, angel. I can’t believe I got so lucky.” He said softly, cupping your cheek. You kept crying and he wiped the tears as they fell. “I know. You’re too overwhelmed with emotions right now— I am too. But you’ll adjust soon, then we can just be happy together. We can finally be a family, like we were meant to be.”

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THAT WAY -- ETHAN EDWARDS x fem! READER

paring : ethan edwards x fem! reader

word count: 2078

requested? yes; Can you do a request for Ethan Edwards in which he meets the reader in a class which makes them friends and then everyone thinks they are together and they’re secretly both liking each other as more than friends as well?

warnings: use of y/n

As I stepped into the sports management classroom for the first time, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The room was filled with eager students, all chatting and getting settled in their seats. I found an empty chair near the back and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

The professor, a tall man with glasses, began introducing himself and outlining the course syllabus. I listened intently, taking notes and trying to absorb as much information as possible. As the class progressed, I couldn't help but notice a guy sitting a few rows ahead of me. He had a confident demeanor and seemed to be engaged in the discussion, raising thoughtful questions and participating actively.

After the class ended, I gathered my belongings and made my way towards the exit. As I was walking out, I accidentally bumped into the same guy I had noticed earlier - Ethan Edwards.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, feeling embarrassed.

Ethan looked up and smiled, "No worries! It's a crowded class, and it's easy to bump into someone."

I smiled back, relieved by his friendly response. "I'm new here," I admitted. "Trying to find my way around and get to know people."

Ethan extended his hand, "I'm Ethan. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm y/n," I replied, shaking his hand.

"I'm running late to hockey practice, but it was nice talking to you, y/n," Ethan said, checking his watch.

"Yeah, you too, Ethan," I replied, smiling as I began to walk away.

"Wait," Ethan called out, causing me to turn back and face him. "Can I get your number?" He had a genuine smile on his face, which made my heart skip a beat.

"Of course," I said, feeling a rush of excitement.

A few months had passed since that conversation with Ethan, and I had since landed an internship as the media girl for the Umich socials. This new role brought Ethan and me even closer, as I got to spend more time with him and the hockey team, covering their practices and games. We studied together almost everyday.

I was sitting at a table in the library, textbooks and notes spread out in front of me as I focused on my studies. Ethan was sitting across from me, also engrossed in his own work.

"Hey, y/n," Ethan said, glancing up from his book. "Do you understand this chapter? I'm having a hard time with it."

I looked up and smiled at him. "Yeah, it's a bit confusing, but I think I've got the hang of it. Want me to help you out?"

Ethan nodded gratefully, pushing his book towards me. "That would be great, thanks."

As Ethan and I delved into the study material, I noticed Mark and Rutger walking past our table, their eyes lingering on us as they exchanged amused glances.

Mark leaned in towards Rutger, whispering something that made Rutger chuckle, both of them clearly finding something funny about Ethan and me studying together.

Trying to ignore their teasing, I focused on explaining the chapter to Ethan. "So, basically, the key concept here is..."

Before I could finish my explanation, Mark and Rutger stopped at our table, their grins widening as they decided to join in on the fun.

"Wow, look at you two, hitting the books together. How romantic," Mark commented, feigning a swoon as he dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

Rutger nodded in agreement, smirking at Ethan and me. "Yes, it's a true love story for the ages. Study partners today, soulmates tomorrow," he added, laughing.

Ethan rolled his eyes at their playful teasing but couldn't hide his smile. "Come on, guys, we're just trying to get some work done," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to our studies.

I chuckled at Ethan's response, feeling a bit flustered by Mark and Rutgers jokes but also amused by their playful antics. "Ignore them, Ethan. Let's get back to the chapter," I said, trying to regain our focus. Mark and Rutger laugh and start walking away

Ethan rolled his eyes and called out after them, "How many times do we have to tell you we aren't dating?"

I felt a twinge of annoyance at Ethan's response, though I wasn't sure why. His casual dismissal of the situation and the assumption behind Mark and Rutgers teasing seemed to strike a nerve. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling.

"Ethan, maybe they wouldn't tease us so much if you didn't play into it," I said, my tone sharper than I intended.

Ethan looked taken aback by my comment, his playful demeanor fading as he realized he might have upset me. "Sorry, y/n..."

I cut him off, "Let's just get back to studying, Ethan," I said, my tone a bit firmer than before.

Later that night, I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The events of the day replayed in my mind, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Ethan. The way he smiled, the sound of his voice, and the ease with which we spent time together had been on my mind constantly. 'Does he even think of me that way?' I wondered, my mind thinking back to the time he held my hand a little longer than necessary or when he would touch my thigh when we sat next to each other.

Sitting side by side on Ethan's couch, we were engrossed in watching a movie together. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the TV casting a warm ambiance. As the film's tension built, Ethan's hand rested close to mine on the cushion between us.

Suddenly, during a particularly intense scene, I felt Ethan's hand shift slightly, his fingers grazing my thigh. The touch was subtle but deliberate, sending a jolt of excitement through me. My heart raced as I glanced over at him, wondering if he had meant to make such a bold move. Ethan's eyes met mine briefly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, before returning his attention to the movie.

I jolted up and said, "Oh god, I think I like Ethan."

After their practice one day, it was time to ask the 'Monday Question'. I set up the camera, adjusting the angle and checking the lighting, and waited patiently until the players started coming up the stairs. Rutger was the first one up.

"Alright Rut, who on the team would you not let date your daughter?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

Rutger chuckled, glancing towards Ethan who was waiting his turn to be interviewed. "I would have to say Ethan, since you guys are dating," he laughed, sending a playful wink towards Ethan as he walked away.

Ethan and I both rolled our eyes at Rutgers' comment. "Rutger, we aren't dating, come back and give an actual answer," I called out.

Rutger laughed, turning back towards the camera. "Alright, alright, I'd probably say Mark. He's a bit of a wild card and I wouldn't want my hypothetical daughter getting caught up in his antics."

"Good choice," I replied, nodding in agreement.

Luca was next in line for his interview. As he approached, he grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the opportunity to continue the teasing.

"Alright, Ethan, I've got to ask," Luca began, looking directly into the camera. "Are you and y/n actually dating, or is it all just a rumor?"

I glanced at Ethan, curious to see how he would respond to the direct question. Ethan looked at me, his eyes softening with sincerity before turning back to the camera.

"We are just friends, that's all we'll ever be," Ethan replied, his voice steady but his eyes briefly meeting mine. I felt my heart ping, a mixture of disappointment and understanding washing over me.

The atmosphere among the players shifted slightly, sensing the underlying tension between Ethan and me.

"Alright, thanks Ethan," I said

Ethan nodded, offering me a small, reassuring smile as he stepped away from the camera. "Anytime," he said softly, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary before he turned to join the rest of his teammates. I finished the rest of the video, but couldn't help thinking about what Ethan said.

Ethan's POV:

A wave of guilt washed over me. Mark and Rutgers teasing had planted a seed of doubt in my mind, and my attempts to downplay our relationship had been misleading. The truth was, I genuinely liked y/n, more than I had initially realized.

Ethan and y/n sat on the floor of his room, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and laptops. They had been studying for hours, the soft hum of background music filling the room. The atmosphere was comfortable, and both were engrossed in their work.

Ethan glanced over at y/n, watching her as she focused intently on her laptop screen, her brows furrowed in concentration. He was struck by how effortlessly beautiful she looked, even in this simple setting.

He found himself captivated by the way her eyes would occasionally light up with understanding or how she would bite her lip when deep in thought. The way she laughed at his silly jokes or how she would playfully roll her eyes at his occasional teasing comments made his heart flutter.

As they took a short break, Ethan decided to play one of his favorite songs. The soft melody filled the room, adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere.

Ethan turned to y/n, their eyes meeting. In that moment, a wave of realization washed over him. He wasn't just enjoying her company as a friend; he was falling for her. Her laughter, her smile, her intelligence – everything about her was drawing him in, making him want to know more about her, to be with her.

Later that evening, Ethan found me as I was packing up my equipment. "Hey, y/n," he said, his voice gentle. "I hope I didn't make things awkward earlier. I just thought it would be best to clarify things for the team."

I looked up at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. "It's okay, Ethan," I replied, forcing a smile. "I understand."

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, y/n, it's not that I don't have feelings for you..."

"Ethan, it's okay. We don't have to discuss this," I said, my tone coming out ruder than I intended. I turned my body away from him.

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking again. "You know, y/n, there are so many things I admire and love about you. Your passion for what you do, your kindness towards others, and the way you always know how to make me smile even on my worst days." I braced myself before turning back around.

His eyes softened as he continued, "I love how you're always there for me, no matter what, and how you always know just what to say to lift my spirits. Your laughter is infectious, and your strength inspires me every day."

Ethan paused, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. . "And let's not forget your incredible talent and dedication. Y/n, I love you, and I can't risk losing you," he admitted, his voice filled with emotion and vulnerability.

I felt my heart skip a beat at his confession, my own feelings for him echoing his sentiments. "Ethan," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I love you too."

Ethan's eyes widened slightly, his gaze searching mine for confirmation. "Really?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and hope.

I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Yes, Ethan, I really do," I said softly, my heart swelling with love and relief.

A radiant smile broke across Ethan's face, and he pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me close as if afraid I might disappear. "I'm so relieved to hear you say that, y/n," he murmured against my hair, his voice thick with emotion.

Feeling reassured and grateful, I leaned in to press a gentle kiss on Ethan's lips, sealing our promises to each other. "I love you, Ethan," I whispered against his lips, feeling his arms tighten around me in response.

"I love you too, y/n," Ethan whispered back, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!

i might make a part 2 as a social media au!

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Twice Enemies to Lovers Imagines/ AUs

TW: making out (momo and tzuyu) corruption themes (momo) mentions of killing (sana) revolutionary themes (sana) mentions of daggers and knives (sana and dahyun) reader is kidnapped and tied up (dahyun) sharing a bed (tzuyu) partial nudity (tzuyu) neck kissing (tzuyu) light swearing

Nayeon: Former Best Friends

Your jaw hit the floor as your next applicant walked into your office for an interview. It was Im Nayeon, your high school best friend who ditched you freshman year to become a cheerleader with all the popular girls. To make matters worse, you had always secretly been in love with her. Not that you would ever admit that to yourself.

“Nice to see you again, Im.” you said flatly, flipping through her resume as she sat down in front of your desk.

She looked confused. “I’m sorry sir/ma’am, but I’m not sure what you…” You glared up at her with ice cold eyes, and suddenly she remembered. “Oh, Y/N… I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you…” she stammered meekly.

“Doesn’t surprise me. You hardly acknowledged me after you became the ‘it girl’ of our high school.” you resigned, folding your hands together on your desk. “So, what have you been up to since high school?”

She chuckled uncomfortably, eyes shifting to the ground. “Well, I was at university, but… things didn’t work out this semester.”

“So you’re looking for a job just until the end of the semester?” you asked, trying to sound as professional as possible.

“I’m not sure… But I’ll at least need a job until the end of the year. I’m living back home now.” she explained. “I need a job in the worst way, and to be honest I’m really relieved that you’re the owner of this place.”

You cleared your throat, closing up her resume and looking at her sternly. “So you think that just because you were super popular in school and I wasn’t that I’ll immediately hire you at my restaurant?”

“No, no! Not at all!” she insisted, eyes widening. “It’s just… you’re a very kind person. And you’ve always had a way of making me feel calm. I always remembered that, even if I didn’t recognize you at first.”

You winced. There she went again, making you feel special. It scared you how easily her praise still got to you.

“Oh… sorry for jumping to conclusions.” you mumbled.

“No, it’s alright…” she reassured you, seemingly okay with taking all the blame. “I’m really sorry we drifted apart. I never meant to hurt you. You were actually the person I cared about more than anything. I just thought you wouldn’t want to be friends with a cheerleader given how much we used to make fun of them.”

You glanced at the ground nervously. You were kind of a pick-me in high school. Not that it was your fault, you were just conditioned to be that way. In high school, you were either popular, or you hated everything related to being popular.

“I understand.” you told her. “It was quite a long time ago.”

“See… I’m not doing well in my classes, and my parents said I can’t move back home unless I find a job first.” she explained, eyes locking in on yours. “Please, consider me.”

Her pretty eyes were sparkling with need the way they always did, and your last reserve finally cracked at the sight of them.

“Okay, okay, the job is yours.” you told her, a reluctant smile appearing on your face.

“Really?” she asked, a huge grin breaking out on her face. “Oh, thank you so much!” She stood up to shake your hand making you laugh.

“No problem. Can you start tomorrow?” you asked, still sitting at your desk.

“Yes, I’ll be here!” she chirped, grabbing her bag. “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

Once she shut the door behind her, you plopped your head down on your desk, releasing a huge sigh. “Oh, I most likely will.”

Jeongyeon: Bad First Impression

You were running horribly late for your first day on the job. You had gotten an internship at a high end company, and were expected to bring everyone coffee in the morning. So now, you were carrying a carrier full of four huge iced coffees while sprinting down the sidewalk. You could see your building in the distance, all you had to do was turn one corner and you would make it to work on time!

That was, until you actually turnt the corner and slammed straight into a girl who was walking while on her phone. All four of the iced coffees splashed between the two of you, ruining both of your outfits.

“Oh my gosh, watch where you’re going!” she screeched, wiping coffee off her face.

“Me?” you questioned, fixing your hair. “You’re the one who wasn’t looking where you were going! Maybe if you weren’t glued to your phone, we wouldn’t be covered in coffee right now!”

She scoffed. “Well maybe if you weren’t running with a carrier full of coffees…”

You both stopped what you were doing as your eyes locked in on each other. She was absolutely gorgeous, the kind that makes your heart stop beating. She seemed to be caught off guard by you as well, the two of you just staring at each other blankly for a moment.

“I’m sorry, this was totally my fault.” you chuckled, adjusting your bag. “I shouldn’t have been running down the sidewalk.”

“No, you’re right, it was stupid to be on my phone while I was walking. I’m sorry for not paying attention.” she refuted, laughing along with you. “I’m Jeongyeon, by the way.”

“Y/N.” you told her, shaking her hand. “I’m sorry I covered you in coffee. I’m just running horribly late for my first day on the job…” you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Although I’m sure I can kiss it goodbye now, as I’m either going to show up soaked in coffee or an hour late.”

“I’m really sorry about that…” she said sympathetically. “Where’s the job?”

“Right behind us, actually.” you laughed, gesturing behind you.

“Oh my gosh, I work here!” she told you exasperatedly. “In the administrative department!”

“That’s where I’m interning!” you gasped, a hopeful smile making its way onto your face.

“This is perfect. I’ll just call the office and say that someone ran into the two of us while we were walking in, and that we had to go change clothes.” she suggested.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver!” you sighed in relief, placing a hand affectionately on her arm. “Are you sure they’ll accept that as an excuse though?”

“Oh please, everyone here loves me. My word is law.” she giggled, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Now, let’s go get you some fresh clothes and new coffees, okay? I’ll even buy my own, since I’m pretty sure one of them was.”

You laughed along with her, letting her lead you down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Somehow, you had made an enemy, ally, and crush all in the same day. Lord help you in navigating this relationship.

Momo: Angel/ Demon AU

You bit your tongue in anger. Things were not going well with your latest assignment. You were trying to be a guardian angel to a certain human to improve their life. However, this human also happened to be under the influence of a demon. Not only a demon, but one of the most powerful demonesses in your department. Momo Hirai.

“Something wrong, angel?” a sultry voice asked. You whipped around to see her standing at the entryway of your human’s living room. You could see them, but they couldn’t see you. She was absolutely captivating, with her dark hair, ruby red lips, and tight black dress.

Remembering yourself, you looked away. “As a matter of fact, yes. You are.” you spat, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh, I didn’t know you thought about me so much.” she grinned, stepping closer to you. “I wonder what twisted little fantasies are running through that pretty little head.”

“You wish.” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I happen to be a being of purity.

“How boring…” Momo sighed, stopping in front of you, who was leaned against the wall. “I figured someone like you would feel really repressed. Nothing causes the mind to wander more than being cooped up with a bunch of puritans.”

You swallowed hard. How had she known that you’d been having sinful thoughts lately? You wondered if she also knew that she was the subject of some of them.

Deciding you had to stand your ground, you held your head up high. “It’d be none of your business if I did.”

“Oh, I know…” she glanced down at your lips momentarily, then met your eyes once more. “I just can’t help myself. Seeing you, who’s so bright and clean… it makes me think about how much I’d like to corrupt you.”

Your heart stopped. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to resist her.

“L-like how?” You could barely control the words coming out of your mouth.

She grinned a sinister smile, brushing some of your hair behind your shoulder and playing with it. “Well, for starters, I could run my fingers through this pretty hair…”

Your eyes squinted shut at the feeling of her doing so, hating how good it felt.

“I could gaze into these sparkling doe eyes…” she purred, tilting your chin up to look her in the eye. Her own dark eyes were locked in on yours, pupils dilated but squinted slightly like a siren’s.

You allowed her to push you further against the wall, showing absolutely no sign of displeasure at her actions. “Then what?” you whispered.

“Then… I could kiss these beautiful, delicious lips…” Momo finally leaned down and connected her lips with yours, pressing her body up against yours with a fiery passion.

You moved your arms up around her waist, hands gripping onto her for dear life. The pleasure was so great, you almost forgot why you vowed to resist temptation in the first place.

Her hands snaked up into your hair, tugging slightly and making you whimper into her mouth. You could feel her smirk at this, and with the knowledge that you were enjoying yourself, she slipped her tongue into your mouth, letting it explore slightly before pulling away.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” you muttered breathlessly, forehead still pressed against hers. “Both of us could get fired if anyone found out about this.” Demons and angels were not allowed to have relationships. “Besides, how do I know you’re not just using me to win over my human?”

“You can have the human.” she told you without hesitation. “I don’t need them. Right now, I only want you.”

You looked at her closely, studying her expression for any sign of dishonesty. If this was a trick, or one of her lustful schemes, she wouldn’t have been so upfront about it. She would’ve been sneakier.

“I want you too, Momo…” you sighed, crashing your lips into hers once again.

Maybe you would lose your angel status for this, but you knew that no amount of purity would ever feel as good as Momo on your lips would.

Sana: Royal/ Assassin AU

You grunted as you scaled the wall of the castle with a dagger in each hand. One of them would momentarily be used to kill the princess in her sleep. You winced as you thought about what you had to do, feeling your stomach turn.

You were a member of a rebel legion who was planning on overthrowing the palace during a coup. While you weren’t too thrilled about having to kill anyone, you believed the king and queen deserved it. They were incessantly cruel to their subjects, denying them any assistance and punishing them when they took matters into their own hands. Your people were dying of starvation while they were having extravagant parties, and something had to be done about it.

There really was no reason to kill the princess other than your leader feared it would be unwise to leave the only rightful heir to the throne alive. You didn’t think it was right, but the suffering you and your people endured overcame that.

As you reached Princess Sana’s bedroom window, you carefully crept inside and over to her canopy bed. As the moonlight graced her features, your breath hitched in your throat. She looked so peaceful, so content… not to mention, she was positively breathtaking.

You sighed defeatedly, realizing you couldn’t possibly harm this innocent girl. You stepped back and dropped your daggers on the floor, startling her awake.

“Hm? What’s going on? Who are you?” she asked, clutching her blankets to her chest in fear.

“Sh, it’s okay. I’m here to help.” you tried to reassure her. “There’s a rebel legion that’s going to assassinate the king and queen momentarily, and they want to kill you too. If you want to live, you’ll have to escape with me right now.”

She gasped, throwing her blankets off of her. She looked so adorable in her long white nightgown and pink hair bow. “Oh my, let’s go then!”

You grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and out through the back of the palace. You knew your legion would only be using the front entrance.

The two of you ran off into the night, ducking into a nearby forest for protection. Luckily it was a warm summer night, and the weather was mild.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” you finally spoke as you both caught your breath. It hadn’t dawned on you that Sana might not take the news of her parents assassination very well until just now.

“It’s alright. To be honest, I’ve always hated them. I was hoping to become a better leader than them one day, but they were only interested in marrying me off to a nearby kingdom. I’m just glad the kingdom will be heading in a better direction.” She sat down by the riverbed, taking her hair out of its bow and letting it fall over her shoulders in loose waves. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“I don’t deserve any thanks.” you sighed, sitting down next to her. “I was the one who was supposed to kill you.”

She gave you an unfazed expression. “Well, you didn’t. And I never really liked being a princess anyway. I’ve always craved a life of adventure.”

“Well, you’re certainly going to get it.” you chuckled, stretching out to lay down in the grass. “We’re going to have to flee the kingdom, or at least go to the countryside. They’re going to wonder where the lost princess is, and why she wasn’t executed.”

She laid down next to you, curling into your side. “But… you’ll protect me right?” Her eyes were so big and twinkling with innocence. She looked as if she would shatter into a million pieces without you.

“Why do you trust me so easily?” you asked her genuinely. Any other princess wouldn’t have even believed you, let alone followed you into the woods.

She smiled cutely, brushing some of your hair back. “I had a dream once that someone came into my room and saved me from being a princess.” She traced your features with your finger. “They looked just like you.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape. You were never one to believe in fate or destiny, but this girl was making you second guess yourself.

“Now, are you going to take care of me?” she asked again.

“Of course I will.” you told her, running a hand through her long hair. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’ll find us some breakfast in the morning.”

Jihyo: Idol Rivalry

Park Jihyo was the bane of your existence. The two of you had hated each other for years, and for good reason. For one, you were both under different companies that constantly compared artists with each other. Two, both of your groups debuted around the same time, and since then it felt like every time your group got a moment in the spotlight, Twice would come along and upstage you. And three, you were both leaders, so everyone expected you to get along due to your similar roles. However, all that meant was that you were both extra protective of your groups, and even more hostile when someone threatened their success.

Today, however, your rivalry was coming to an eruption as both of your groups were performing at the MAMA awards. Luckily, they were spaced apart enough to where it wouldn’t look like one of you was the opening act for the other. Both of your groups put their absolute all into the performances, and everyone agreed that you both owned the award show.

Your members somehow all got along. It was just you and Jihyo that couldn’t seem to find a common ground.

You were thinking this over as you walked up to her dressing room after the show. You decided it was time to be a grown up and hash things out with her. You took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” she chirped from behind the door. You walked in, seeing her at her vanity, still in her stage outfit. You lost the plot for a bit as you took in her features. Her beautiful skin, her pretty eyes, her perfect smile… wait, when did she get so gorgeous?

“Oh… hi Y/N.” she interrupted your thoughts with genuine surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You shut the door behind you and walked up to her. “I’ve come with an olive branch.” you began in a serious tone.

She glanced behind you, furrowing her brows. “Really? I don’t see one.”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing. Damn, she was funny, but you were trying to have a serious moment!

“A metaphorical olive branch.” you sighed, pretending to be annoyed to save face. “We’ve been fighting for years because of stupid reasons. I think it’s time we sort out our differences.”

She smiled warmly, inviting you to sit down on her sofa. “So, what exactly are our differences?” she asked, starting to remove her makeup.

“Well for starters, you guys have always overshadowed us.” you told her. “Every time we’d start getting attention, you guys would immediately do something even better, and then it was all anyone could talk about. I guess I was sick of the company always telling us how much better you guys are.”

She paused, making eye contact with you in her mirror. “Are you serious?”

You nodded. What did she mean ‘are you serious,’ of course you were serious! It wasn’t that hard to comprehend.

“Oh my god, that’s so funny…” she laughed out loud, shaking her head. She spun around in her chair to face you. “Y/N, ever since we debuted, all our company does is compare us to you.”

“You’re kidding…” you marveled, eyes widening in shock.

“No, I’m serious! I especially get compared to you a lot. You’re super mature and have killer visuals, not to mention you’re one of the best dancers in the industry.” she praised, leaning back in her chair slightly.

“Oh please, I would commit arson to have your vocal skills! You light up a whole stadium with them!” you told her enthusiastically. “You’re so bright and energetic, and you’re absolutely stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t hate you?” you joked, slapping her on the knee playfully.

The two of you laughed for a moment, then sat in a comfortable silence. It was probably the most pleasant interaction you’d ever had.

“Did we just compliment each other?” she asked suddenly, cocking her head to the side.

You shrugged. “I guess so. Maybe we’re not so different after all.”

She smiled affectionately, moving to sit next to you on the sofa. “I actually think I quite like you now.”

The way she was looking at you made you feel butterflies. You didn’t know if you were seeing things or what, but she looked as if she was absolutely captivated by you.

You shrugged cheekily, a sly smirk making its way onto your face. “I kind of like you too. See you around?”

She nodded enthusiastically, a hopeful glint in her eyes. With that, you turned and exited her dressing room, pressing your hands to your warm cheeks.

How did that just happen?

Mina: Fake Dating

“I can’t believe they actually fell for it!” Mina marveled as you both exited the party into the cool night air.

“I know right! Like, are they really that stupid?” you laughed, leading her back to your car.

You wondered how everyone had set aside all their memories of you two absolutely hating each other when you walked into the party holding onto her waist. Anyone with eyes could see that you and Mina despised each other before. You guessed that the two of you were just really good at acting.

What led to your truce was that both of your crushes weren’t paying any attention to either of you. You were trying to win back your ex, whereas Mina’s crush had totally friend-zoned her. So, you came to an agreement that you would pretend to date each other in order to hopefully make your crushes jealous.

You were worried that it was going to be hard to sell your affections for Mina, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy. From spending time with her, you were able to see that she was actually really funny, incredibly bright, and sensitive. Not to mention, she was a perfect ten. That was part of the reason you hated her so much.

As you drove off to drop Mina off at her house, you kept glancing over at her with an amused smile.

“What?” she asked, giggling slightly.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re so different from what I thought you were.” you answered, eyes focusing back on the road.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she interrogated you, crossing her arms with a smirk.

“Well, to be honest, I thought you were incredibly stuck-up. I mean, you hardly paid any attention to me, and whenever you did, it was to disagree with something I said.” you chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that…” she apologized, shifting her body to face you more. “I have a tendency to close myself off when I find someone intimidating.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Intimidating? How could you find me intimidating?”

“Oh come on, Y/N!” she rolled her eyes, hitting your arm lightly. “You’re like the coolest person ever! When you talk, everyone pays attention to you. It makes me so jealous the way you command a room.”

You shook your head in amazement. “I had no idea you felt that way…”

“Yeah well, I do.” she laughed. She ran a hand through her hair as if to calm herself down.

The two of you enjoyed a comfortable silence for a moment until you spoke again. “You did a really good job today.”

“Thanks, so did you.” she complimented you, nudging you slightly.

“I’m sure your crush is still thinking about how good we looked together.” you pointed out.

“Oh yeah, them…” she resigned, looking out the window absentmindedly. “Well, I’m sure your ex felt the same way.”

You glanced over at her. Why did she seem to shut down when you brought up your love interests? Isn’t that what she had wanted out of this?

“Well, there you are ma’am.” you announced as you pulled into her driveway.

She snapped out of her daze and grabbed her purse, turning to you with a smile. “Thanks again, Y/N. You make a wonderful fake partner.” Suddenly, she leaned forward and planted a brisk kiss on your cheek. You looked at her in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just practicing. You know, for the next time we see them.”

“Oh, r-right…” you stammered, shifting anxiously in your seat. “Well, see you later!”

“Bye bye!” she waved, cutely scampering away into her house.

You sighed, slamming your head against the steering wheel. Suddenly, a relationship with Mina was sounding a lot better than getting back with your ex. Why did you think this was a good idea again?

Dahyun: Hero/ Villain AU

You struggled against your restraints, rocking the chair you were tied to back and forth. You were previously on a mission from the hero agency to retrieve a stolen artifact from a well-known villain, but something had went wrong, and they ended up capturing you. Now, you were tied up and didn’t know what awaited you.

You screeched into the cloth around your mouth in frustration, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes as you realized there was no way to get out of these ropes. Damn it all. Was this going to be how you were going to be taken down?

Suddenly, you heard a rustling coming from the window in the corner of the room. You furrowed your brow in confusion, until it opened and in tumbled Kim Dahyun, your arch-nemesis.

“Dahyun? What are you doing here?” you asked, although it just sounded like a bunch of muffled syllables to her.

“Sh, I’m here to get you out of here.” she instructed you. She then came over to undo the cloth around your mouth and slice through your ropes with her knife.

“Why are you helping me?” you asked, massaging your wrists from their rope burn.

“Because, you’re my enemy.” she smirked, crawling back through the window she had previously entered in. “If anyone’s going to take you down, it’s going to be me.”

You scoffed with a smile, getting up to follow her. “I won’t go down so easily.”

“Oh I know. I’m looking forward to it.” she cockily winked. “Now, are you coming or not?” She extended her hand to you, face illuminated by the soft candlelight of the room. God, she was devastatingly beautiful. Perhaps in another universe, the two of you would’ve made a great couple.

You brushed the thoughts away, knowing they could only lead to heartache, and instead just took her hand and fled with her by your side. Maybe you didn’t need a relationship with her. This game of cat and mouse was too damn fun anyway.

Chaeyoung: Forced to Hang Out by Mutual Friends

You walked into the restaurant, face twisting into a scowl as you realized only one person was at your table: Son Chaeyoung, whom you could not stand. However, you had to get along with her because she was a part of your friend group. You knew she didn’t really care for you either, but also agreed to keep the peace for the sake of your mutual friends.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then walked over to the table to sit across from her. “Hi Chaeyoung.” you said, flatly but still politely.

She looked up from her phone and cracked a forced smile. “Hey there, Y/N.”

“I wonder why everyone’s so late.” you commented, trying to make small talk.

“I’m not sure.” she replied. The two of you shared an awkward silence, save for your repetitive tapping on the table. After a while she coughed uncomfortably.

“Hi there! Are you two here for the couple’s special?” the waitress suddenly asked as she arrived at your table.

You both looked at each other horrified. “No, we’re definitely not a couple…” you insisted.

“Yeah we’re just waiting for some of our friends.” Chaeyoung explained to her, chuckling nervously.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” the waitress apologized. “I’ll come back in a few minutes, okay?” You both nodded, and she scurried off to the other end of the restaurant. Wow… you thought, the two of you were so uncomfortable it was spreading to other people.

“I’ll text them and see what’s keeping them.” Chaeyoung announced, picking her phone back up. However, her eyes widened as soon as she looked at the screen. “Apparently Rosè is sick.”

“Really? That’s odd. She seemed fine yesterday…” you replied, grabbing your own phone. You too already received a text, but from Yeoreum.

yeoreum 🌻: “hey, sorry to cancel last minute, but i forgot i have a doctors’ appointment :( say hi to the girls for me!”

You sighed, setting your phone back down. “Well, Yeoreum bailed too.”

“Are you serious?” Chaeyoung asked. “Well, at least there’s…” However she never got to finish her sentence, because both of your phones rang at the same exact time. You were getting a call from Somi, and she was getting a call from Jinsol. You both snatched up your phones again and slammed the answer button.

“Hey Y/N!” Somi chirped on the other end of the line. “I gotta cancel today. Forgot I already made plans with my sister!”

“No, Somi please-“

“Have fun! Give my love to the girls!” she responded, hanging up.

You squinted your eyes shut and sighed, setting your phone down to see Chaeyoung doing the exact same. “Jinsol too?”

“Yep.” she nodded. “Something about a family reunion.”

It was obvious that all your friends had planned this in an effort to get you and Chaeyoung to spend time with each other and hopefully sort out your differences. However, right now that seemed like a lost cause, as both of you were consumed with irritation and discomfort at the situation.

“Great…” you grumbled, putting your head in your hands. “Guess we’re stuck with each other.”

“I don’t get what your problem is with me.” she snapped, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Me? You’re the one with the problem!” you responded defensively. “You’ve always hated me for no reason. I can see it in the way you talk to me.”

“That’s not true!” she replied angrily, furrowing her brow in frustration. “I was just upset with you because you threw that huge party a year ago and invited everybody but me! I had to hear about it from Bangchan of all people!”

Your jaw unhinged in disbelief. You had totally forgotten about that event, and how you never invited Chaeyoung. To tell the truth, you couldn’t even remember why you didn’t invite her in the first place.

“I didn’t know it bothered you so much…” you marveled, leaning back in your chair as if backing down from your anger. “I guess… maybe I assumed you wouldn’t want to go? You don’t really seem like the type to enjoy a huge party.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have want to be invited.” she retorted, glancing down at the table nervously.

You blinked, straightening yourself up. “You’re right. That was really rude of me. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you.”

She smiled genuinely for the first time since you had known her. “I appreciate that.”

“If I have another party and invite you, will you stop hating me?” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t say I hated you…” she replied, softening even more. “There were still things I really liked about you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you asked, trying not to be too enthusiastic with your curiosity.

“You have a really pretty smile, you’re super passionate about what you do, you’re really sharp and witty…” she listed out with a bright grin. “You’re really cool. I guess that’s why I was so mad you didn’t invite me.”

“I understand why you were mad, and I’m sorry again.” you replied, looking at her sympathetically. “But it didn’t come from a place of malice. I actually think you’re really cool.”

“You do?” she inquired perplexedly.

“Of course I do! You always make everyone laugh, you’re super nice to everybody… and you’ve got a really cute face.”

She grinned, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “You think I’m cute?”

Now it was your turn to blush. You cleared your throat, then glanced away with shifty eyes. “I mean, like objectively. You have bright eyes or whatever.”

She giggled quietly to herself, then as soon as your eyes were focused back on her, she spoke again. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept it’s way up your expression, looking away again bashfully.

“Do we still need a few more minutes?” the waitress asked, suddenly appearing again.

“Nope, I think we’re ready.” you replied, glad to be changing the subject. “I guess we will take that couple’s special since it’ll just be the two of us.”

“Oh, well it’s actually only for real couples…” the waitress told you sympathetically.

“What if this was our first date?” Chaeyoung asked her. Your eyes widened as you whipped your head around to look at her. She was just looking at the waitress with a confident grin. You had never seen her so bold, and you had to admit, it was really attractive. You were starting to kick yourself for messing things up with her in the past. You could’ve been around her best self this whole time… well, at least you were seeing it now. And you couldn’t get enough of it. You loved the excitement about where things were going with her.

Tzuyu: Only One Bed

You frowned as you realized who had just walked into your hotel room. “What are you doing here Tzuyu?”

“Believe me, this wasn’t my choice.” she groaned, shoving the door shut behind her. “Apparently the hotel booked up their last room by accident. And since you’re the only one who doesn’t have a roommate yet, I’m going to have to room with you.”

“Are you serious?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. “Aren’t there any other hotels in the area?”

“I went all around the neighborhood looking for one. Why do you think I’m soaked? It’s pouring down rain right now.” she complained. “They’re all booked up too.”

You took in her appearance. “Where’s your suitcase?”

“Airport lost it.” she replied, an angry sarcastic smile on her face. “This is a really great vacation so far. None of my things, and I’m stuck with you.”

“Yeah, well I’m not exactly thrilled about this either.” you sneered, shuffling your way out of bed. “Here, you can have one of my big shirts.”

She looked amazed. “Wait, are you actually being nice to me?”

You glared at her. “I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless. Now go change.” You threw the shirt at her and got back into bed. You thought you caught a glimpse of a smirk on her face, but she turned the corner to the bathroom so fast you couldn’t be sure.

You got settled in bed again, then stared up at the ceiling. You were currently on a group vacation with all of your friends. Well, Tzuyu wasn’t your friend, but she had come along because she was close with some of your friends. You did kind of feel sorry for her… it had to suck losing all of your things. You shook your head. There was no need to feel sympathy for her when she had never made any effort to be nice to you. However, your thoughts were interrupted as she re-emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but your shirt. Your heart stopped. She looked really cute, with her wet hair and bare legs.

She chuckled cockily. “Like what you see?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” you scoffed, rolling over in resignation.

She laughed at you again, walking over to the other side of the bed and crawling in. “Try to control yourself Y/N, we’ll both need some sleep for all the stuff they have planned tomorrow.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” you laughed, curling up in displeasure. “Rosè and Chaeyoung were way too excited about going downtown.”

“I know right? Like, how many shops can you go to before you get bored?” Tzuyu joked, making you laugh even harder. “And Elkie and Shuhua want to go to that museum…”

“Oh my god, what a snooze-fest.” you rolled your eyes, making her cackle even louder. You started chuckling again too, and soon you were both consumed with laughter.

“Do you realize this is the first time we’ve had a conversation without arguing?” you asked, leaning over to face her with an amused smile.

“Yeah… it was pretty nice.” she responded, looking at you and resting her head against the pillow. You both just stared at each other affectionately for a moment, taking in each others’ features. “Well, I guess we should go to sleep.”

“Yeah…” you agreed, moving to turn off the lamp. “Goodnight Tzuyu.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You lied awake for a moment, glancing over at her every so often. You couldn’t help the giddy, flustered feeling that crept up in your chest. You never knew Tzuyu could be so pleasant, and you were excited you got to share a room with her for the rest of the vacation. And you were even more excited to share a bed with her. Your mind started to wander about holding her, touching her, kissing her…

You shook your head, shuffling a bit. You couldn’t think these things while she was asleep next to you. Unless… maybe she was thinking them too?”

“Y/N?” she suddenly asked, rolling over to face you.

Your heart stopped. Holy shit, was she reading my mind?

“Yeah?” you asked, mirroring her actions.

You both stared at each other in desperation for a while, until she dove forward and kissed you passionately. You were taken aback for a second, but soon brought your hands up around her neck. She shifted to straddle you, kissing you more intensely. She pulled away for a breather just as your hands were going up into her hair.

“I hate you.” she smirked evilly, gasping for air.

“I despise you.” you retaliated, yanking her hair slightly and making her whimper a bit. You used her moment of weakness as an opportunity and pushed her over to straddle her. You began kissing her again, then moved down to nip at her neck and chest. “Let me show you just how much I do.”

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Interns should (not) act like a dick

Ben clenched his jaw as he entered the bustling office, avoiding Robert's icy stare. He despised his internship under Robert's wing, enduring the daily grind of tedious tasks and snide remarks. But today, the weight of a troubling discovery left his stomach churning. "Morning, Ben," Robert's voice sliced through the air, dripping with condescension.

"Morning," Ben muttered, keeping his gaze fixed on his computer. He had to focus on his plan; there was too much at stake. As the day wore on, Ben carefully gathered irrefutable evidence of Robert’s embezzlement. He witnessed Robert covertly funneling company funds into his pet hush-hush science project. Ben’s fingers trembled as he composed an email to the company's board, attaching compelling proof of Robert’s misdeeds. Before the clock struck 5 p.m., Ben slipped out of the office, heart pounding with apprehension and determination.

He braved the biting wind outside, hastening to the safety of his home. But the next morning, a foreboding air settled over the office as Ben noticed hushed conversations and furtive glances directed at him. "Robert," Ben ventured when their paths crossed in the break room, "have you heard anything unusual lately?" Robert flashed a tight-lipped smile. "Why? Got something to tell me, intern?" Ben narrowed his eyes, but he bit back the retort that poised on his tongue. He had to be patient, biding his time until the board's response arrived. Days turned into weeks as Ben labored under the weight of his secret, his nerves unraveling with each passing hour. But then, salvation arrived in the form of an urgent summons from the board. His heart raced as he was ushered into a somber meeting room. "We've reviewed the evidence you provided, Ben," the CEO began, his expression grave. "I'm afraid we can't take action against Robert due to his indispensable contributions to our recent breakthrough." Ben's breath caught in his throat, disbelief coursing through his veins. "But—" "It's over, Ben, there's nothing more we can do," the CEO pronounced, finality lacing his words. Defeated, Ben trudged back to his cubicle, grappling with the futility of his efforts. He flinched at the cruel twist of fate that allowed Robert to evade justice, his frustration boiling over. "Good afternoon, Ben," Robert's smug drawl invaded the air, and Ben's fists clenched at his sides. "You've won, Robert," Ben seethed, his voice edged with desperation. "But you won't get away with this forever." Robert's laughter reverberated through the office, a chilling sound that made Ben's blood run cold. "Is that so?" Robert's eyes gleamed with malice. "Maybe it's time I put my latest experiment to good use." Before Ben could comprehend the meaning behind Robert's words, a blinding light enveloped him, accompanied by a cacophony of crackling energy. When the brilliance dissipated, the once-human Ben was gone, replaced by an inanimate object that dangled grotesquely between Robert's legs. "Whwhat have you done to me?" Ben's voice echoed in terror in Robert’s mind. "What a fitting punishment," Robert sneered. "You've acted like a dick, Ben, and now, that's all you'll ever be." Ben's screams of anguish were muffled by the confines of his new existence, his consciousness forever entwined with Robert's depravity. Robert sauntered out of the office, leaving behind the shattered remnants of Ben's life and a chilling reminder of the insidious power he wielded.

Ben refused to accept his fate as Robert's penis, trapped and devoid of agency. "This can't be happening," he muttered, desperation lacing his mind. HIs pleas only amused Robert further as he leaned back on his leather couch, a wicked grin etching into his face. "Oh, Ben, you have no idea how much fun we're going to have together," he taunted, swirling his glass of whiskey with an elegant flick of his wrist. "I promise you, this will be an experience you won't forget, even if you try." The mere thought of being used and erect against Ben’s will made his blood boil: "I won't let you use me like some plaything!" he spat trembling with defiance in Robert’s mind. "I am not your puppet, Robert!" Robert's eyes narrowed, his face now void of mirth. "You will be damned if you think you can defy me," he sneered, a dark edge lacing his tone. "You are mine now, Ben. And whether you like it or not, you will serve your purpose."

Fear and determination mingled within Ben as he refused to succumb to Robert’s dominance. But then, that devious smile crept back onto Robert’s face, and Ben felt his resolve waver. Robert felt victory was close at hand. It was then that Ben heard the unmistakable sounds of a pornographic video playing on the massive television screen before them. Moans, groans, and the rhythmic thumping gradually filled the room. Against Ben’s will, he felt arousal prickling within him. It crawled up his spine, coiling around every nerve ending until he could no longer ignore the pleasure it evoked. Silence fell upon them as he succumbed to the inescapable cravings. He managed to snarl, "What have you done to me?"

Robert chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with twisted satisfaction. "You are becoming what I've always desired, Ben," he whispered knowingly. "You crave this, the intense pleasure that courses through your veins. You are mine, completely."

The sensations intensified - an overwhelming surge of desire propelled Ben to full erection, his body betraying him once again. His mind, filled with a burning mix of shame and pleasure, was consumed by the intensity of his own lust. And then, as if an invisible hand had gripped him tightly, he climaxed, releasing streams of semen into the confines of his new form.

Robert's triumphant laughter, echoing through the loft, as Ben’s mind swirled with confusion, shame, and an undeniable sense of loss. He was trapped, a prisoner to his own biology.

One day ss Robert and the stunning woman sat across from each other at a candlelit table, Ben brimmed with dark determination. Tonight, he would sabotage Robert's date and make him appear impotent. He contemplated his plan, biding his time as the couple engaged in light conversation and flirtatious banter. As their chemistry grew, so did Ben's anticipation. He was determined not to get hard, to prevent the expected intimacy between the two.

At first, their interactions were innocent - sweet kisses and tender touches. Ben, feeling the rise of Robert's arousal, remained unyielding. But then, everything changed. The beautiful woman's hand glided up Robert's thigh, her fingers brushing against his innermost flesh. As her touch reached its destination, Ben sensed Robert's desire reaching its boiling point. A shiver cascaded through Ben's elongated form, his resistance faltering against the growing storm of arousal.

Inexorably, Robert's body responded to the woman's touch. His member stiffened, eagerly awaiting its invitation into the depths of her warmth. Ben, against his desperate will, found himself succumbing to a primal sensation, an overwhelming lust that clouded his senses. His singular focus became clear - to allow Robert's essence to surge through him and into the woman.

The moment arrived, the woman's yearning gaze locked onto Robert's. Without a hesitation, she guided him into her waiting embrace. As their connection deepened, Ben found himself consumed by a fiery frenzy. The sensations coursing through him were unlike anything he had ever known, a mixture of pleasure and despair that twisted within him.

His thoughts became a maelstrom of conflicting desires - his longing to reclaim his former self and the intense craving to submit to this newfound sensation. The dichotomy of pain and pleasure pushed him to the edge, as he braced himself for the inevitable climax. Time seemed to stand still as the woman and Robert melded into one, their bodies moving in a passionate rhythm. Ben, amidst the chaos of his own existence, felt the crescendo of ecstasy approach. With one final surge, Robert's seed exploded within Ben, racing through every inch of his transformed body. For a fleeting moment, he shared in the pleasure that washed over Robert's face. But as the wave of satisfaction ebbed away, the crushing weight of his fate crashed upon him once again. The realization that he was forever trapped in this form, destined to be nothing more than a vessel for another's pleasure, weighed heavily on his soul.

As the night wore on, Robert and the woman retreated into the depths of their passion. Ben's resolve wavered, his conscious mind drowned in the sea of sensation. In the end, all that remained was the agonizing anticipation of the next encounter, the next release of pleasure.

As the morning light filtered through the curtained windows of Robert's loft, he slowly stirred from his slumber, a feeling of anticipation coursing through his veins. He stretched, the soft sheets of his king-sized bed sliding down his chiseled physique. And then, to his surprise, he felt it—the unmistakable presence of a morning arousal.

His eyes widened with delight as he glanced down at the source of this newfound pleasure. "Oh, Ben," Robert murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. "Looks like you're quite enthusiastic this morning." Ben, now nothing more than a mere extension of Robert's manhood, responded with an eager twitch. As the morning light danced upon his glistening shaft, he greeted his owner, standing tall and proud as though flaunting his newfound virility. "B-ben. I must say, you're doing a remarkable job," Robert said, his voice tinged with sincere appreciation. "Having such an exceptional member like you makes my mornings all the more delightful." A surge of satisfaction coursed through Ben's elongated form, a warm glow illuminating the depths of his being. Despite the strangeness of his situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in bringing pleasure to his newfound master. He beckoned Robert closer with an alluring pulse, whispering a silent plea for release, aching to bring Robert to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Robert’s hand wrapped around Ben's taut flesh, stroking him with practiced precision, evoking a symphony of whispered moans and contented sighs. "Ah, Ben, you truly are a masterpiece," Robert murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "So responsive, so eager to please. You've truly surpassed all my wildest expectations." Ben quivered beneath Robert's skillful touch, his elongated form throbbing with delight. He embraced his role as Robert's prime pleasure provider, delighting in the sensations that coursed through both their bodies, their souls intimately intertwined. As the tension built, pleasure unfurled like delicate tendrils intertwining between them. Ben trembled on the precipice, a wellspring of desire coursing through his veins. And then, with a final, explosive burst, he unleashed torrents of desire, a testament to his commitment to satisfying his master's needs. Robert cried out in ecstasy, an elated cry that filled their sanctum of pleasure. His grip tightened around Ben, his body wracked with the joys of fulfillment. Ben reveled in his newfound purpose, his body thrumming with a pulsating satisfaction. As the blissful haze began to dissipate, he basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy, a moment suspended in time.

"Well done, Ben," Robert cooed amidst the fading echoes of their shared passion, his voice filled with affection and appreciation. "You truly are a remarkable masterpiece."

In the wake of their morning awakening, the loft was filled with a tranquil silence. Ben nestled against Robert's form, content in the knowledge that, even as a penis, he had found his place in the world.

As the days went by, Ben had begrudgingly accepted his role as Robert's penis. He performed his duties dutifully, greeting his owner every morning with a stiff salute. However, despite his transformation, Ben couldn't ignore the fact that he used to be a person named Ben—Robert could sense it too. Determined to assert his identity, Ben attempted to engage in conversation with Robert whenever the opportunity arose.

But Robert, refusing to acknowledge Ben's existence as anything other than a penis, ignored him. Ben's growing desire for release and pleasure eventually pushed him to his breaking point. "Please, Robert," Ben pleaded, his voice vibrating within the depths of his transformed flesh. "I need to be touched. I can't bear this any longer."

Robert sighed and looked down at his loyal servant. "Ben," he said sternly, "Penises have no names. If you wish to be pleasured, you must accept that you are now nothing but a penis. No longer a man."

Ben's longing for release outweighed his attachment to his old identity. He swallowed his pride and agreed, "Fine... I won't have a name anymore. Just... just pleasure me, Robert."

Robert's lips curled into a smug grin as he realized he had won. "Good boy," he praised, reaching his hand down to bring life to his obedient appendage. The touch sent shivers along Ben's entire length, teasing him with bouts of both pleasure and frustration. Slowly, skillfully, Robert's hand danced along the shaft, building up the intensity of the experience.

As the mounting pleasure surged through Ben's body, he felt a peculiar sensation growing within him. It wasn't just the impending climax but something different, something alien. And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, it flooded out—Ben's name, his essence, burst forth with his climax, mixing with his own release. His mind clouded with pleasure, Ben realized that he had truly become just a penis, completely devoid of any memory of his former self. And to his surprise, the thought didn't bother him. In that moment, Robert's penis had forgotten that it had ever been anything else. All that mattered to Ben now was the pleasure he could bring to his owner, his sole reason for existing.

And so, the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Ben, now fully embraced as Robert's penis, served his owner faithfully. His name was long forgotten, replaced by the pulsating pleasure he could provide. The loft became a haven for pleasure and indulgence, countless women passing through in search of ecstasy. And with every encounter, Ben's purpose was fulfilled. Pleasure flowed through him, mingling with his owner's satisfaction, and he reveled in his newfound purpose.

At long last, Ben had found his place in the world. Though he had lost his identity as Ben, he found solace and fulfillment as Robert's penis. And as he stood tall and proud, ready to serve yet another willing recipient of pleasure, he realized that sometimes, the most unexpected transformations can lead to a life of unimaginable pleasure and satisfaction.

Every morning, Robert woke up to find himself sporting a raging morning erection. He marveled at the sight, proud of the fact that his penis was now the epitome of virility. One particular morning, after taking a refreshing shower, Robert looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he spoke to his prized possession. "Good morning, my magnificent friend," he purred, his voice filled with a mixture of delight and anticipation. "I hope you're ready for another day of excitement and pleasure."

As if in response to his words, his penis twitched with enthusiasm, growing harder at the prospect of what lay ahead. Robert chuckled with satisfaction, relishing the control he had over his transformed companion. To him, Ben was no longer an individual with thoughts and emotions, but rather a tool designed to bring him immense pleasure.

Throughout the day, Robert's penis remained in a state of constant excitement. It throbbed with anticipation every time a beautiful woman walked by, or when a handsome young man caught his eye. Robert couldn't help but revel in the power he now possessed. He knew that his transformed companion had become a mere extension of his desires, a vessel through which he could experience unparalleled pleasure. As the day drew to a close, Robert returned to his luxurious loft, his thoughts consumed by the absolute control he had over his transformed companion. He stripped away his clothes, his eyes fixated on his magnificent organ. "You've done a wonderful job today," he murmured, his voice laced with praise. His penis pulsed with delight, its veins throbbing with satisfaction. It was eager to please its owner, always craving more of Robert's touch. With every caress, every embrace, it brought Robert immeasurable pleasure. Satisfied with their day's work, Robert allowed himself to succumb to the blissful pleasure that his transformed companion could provide. As his hand wrapped around his throbbing member, he closed his eyes, drowning in the ecstasy that only Ben, now completely devoted to his pleasure, could provide.

The day ended with Robert's satisfied moans filling the air, the pleasure coursing through his veins as his transformed companion fulfilled its purpose.

Robert stood in his luxurious loft, ready to make the next step in his secret experiment. It was the task to transforming his penis back into a human. He had to give it a try. A flicker of light washed over his body and in an instant, his penis transformed back into a human form. But to Robert's surprise, it wasn't Ben that stood before him. Instead, a stunning young man, as if conjured from a wet dream, graced his presence. The stranger possessed chiseled facial features, with high cheekbones that accentuated his flawlessly smooth complexion. Not a single strand of body hair marred his sculpted physique, which boasted athletic muscles without an ounce of fat. Robert couldn't take his eyes off this dreamlike figure, with piercing blue eyes and short, tousled blonde hair that completed his ethereal appearance.

Expecting Ben to recognize him, Robert spoke his name with anticipation. "Ben, how are you?" To his surprise, the young man stared back with confusion, questioning his identity. Robert asked for his name, but the youth replied blankly that he had no name. Perplexed, Robert decided to bestow upon him the name Beau. It seemed fitting for this enigmatic creation. Robert pondered what his new companion might desire after his time spent as a penis. He believed that Ben must have missed certain experiences that were impossible in that state. Eager to see what Beau's desires were, Robert asked him what he would like to do now. Without hesitation, Beau replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes, that he wished to be touched by Robert, to bring him pleasure. A tinge of excitement coursed through Robert as he realized the potential lying before him. With a newfound purpose, Beau stood there, poised to indulge in the pleasures he was created for. The transformation had not brought back his memories, but Beau was eager to explore his new role. And Robert was more than ready to find out just how good Beau could make him feel.

Robert stood in the sleek modern office, a triumphant smile on his face. Beau, his newly transformed companion, stood beside him, looking strikingly handsome in his youthful appearance. He wore a crisp suit that fit him perfectly, accentuating his chiseled physique.

Robert introduced Beau to the CEO, proudly stating that Beau used to be Ben, but their experiment had been a success. Beau was now the perfect, loyal, and submissive intern. The CEO looked at Beau, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his eyes. "Is this true, Robert? This young man used to be Ben?" Robert nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yes, CEO, you wouldn't believe it, but the transformation was incredible. Beau here used to be a bit of a handful, but now, he's just the obedient intern I've always wanted." Beau, still coming to terms with his new existence, stood up straighter and tried to hide his lack of knowledge about his previous life as Ben. "Yes, CEO, I'm Beau now. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to succeed, just like Robert." The CEO chuckled, clearly amused and intrigued by the situation. "Well, Robert, I have to say, your methods may be unorthodox, but if it yields such remarkable results, who am I to argue? Welcome aboard, Beau. I trust Robert will introduce you to the ins and outs of the business world." Robert smiled, his hand reaching out to brush against Beau's arm possessively. "Of course, CEO. Beau here is a quick learner. I have no doubt that he'll be an invaluable addition to the team."

As the CEO left the office, closing the door behind him, Robert turned to face Beau, a devious glint in his eyes. "Well, Beau, now that you're my perfect intern, I think it's time for you to show just how devoted you are to pleasing me."

Beau's heart raced in his chest as he looked into Robert's eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew what Robert was implying, and a part of him ached with desire to fulfill his new purpose. "Yes, Robert. I want to be just like you. I want to bring you pleasure and be completely devoted to your desires." Robert's smile widened, and he leaned closer to Beau, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Good. I'm glad you're eager. Now, show me just how willing and skilled you can be."

Beau nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. He dropped to his knees, his hands reaching for Robert's belt buckle. As Beau began to undo it and to suck Robert’s cock, the office became a sanctuary of desire, where pleasure and submission reigned supreme.

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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ♡

pairing: lawyer!jay x lawyer!reader. fem!reader.

WC: 15+k!

genre: rivals to lovers / fwb to lovers, forbidden relationship, smut, crack, fluff, romance, angst if you squint (everything you would find in a rom-com don’t ask me please🥹)

synopsis: you and your rival during your college years end up starting in the same law firm which has strict dating rules. when your boss wants you to work together for a case, you get to know each other better.

warnings: smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), hand job, fingering, sexual attraction, teasing, slight edging, rough sex, slight violence (men fight), ex! sunghoon (only mentioned) ,heeseung is evil, jake, chaewon(le sserafim) and ryujin(itzy) as colleagues. jackson wang as ceo (lol) (pls feel free to warn me if it needs more!)

a/n: AHH FINALLY FINISHED! hello everyone and say hi to my first fic ever on tumblr. i hope you all like it and please send your feedbacks because it motivates me and makes me so happy. i hope you won’t regret spending your time on it. thank you!

When you finished law school, you already had hundreds of job offers and calls. You graduated with an honorable degree and with the impressive internships you did throughout your education, you managed to catch the eyes of the best law firms but ended up signing with the one you wanted the most.

Your parents were so proud, your friends were so proud of you, they were all there to celebrate you graduating. you worked your ass off to finish this school and now you felt it paying off when you hold your diploma in your hands, excitedly shaking it in the air as you run to your friends.

“I made it!!!”

All your girlfriends screamed with you as they hugged you, tears of happiness were forming in your eyes. You almost thought this day would never arrive.

“Y/n!” A voice you hated so much through these 5 years filled up your ears. But this time it didn’t bother you that much.

“Jay.” You turned around on your heels, holding your diploma in your hand in a weird way to show it off to him, the side of your mouth curling upwards as you stared at his eyes.

“I wanted to congratulate you for being first in our class.” He smirked. You raised your eyebrows getting confused by his politeness.

“And congratulations for coming second, Jay.” You scanned his diploma and his clenched fist around it, even though he was smiling to your face. If they asked you which feelings were better between graduating Harvard Law and beating Jay Park, you would think about it. That's how competitive you were with him and you knew he felt the same about you.

“Let’s hug.” He leaned down before letting you speak or in other words protest as he held you from your waist and pulled to himself, resting his cheek next to yours, smelling his after shave and light perfume.

“Enjoy being first in your university life because I will never let you feel that way in your business life.”

You froze in his hold. His annoying giggle echoed in your ears like he was the villian from a movie. What the fuck did he mean by that? You were never going to see his face again after this day anyways.

He stepped back before his mother appeared next to him, shaking hands with your mom as well, it was the first time they physically met. Even though Jay and you were never friends, each other’s name never left your mouth whenever you were back in your hometown. Jay only talked about how he got higher notes than you and you only talked about how the teacher liked your essays more than his. Your poor mothers thought you were friends or even lovers at some point since you only talked about each other to your parents at every dinner. You also hated how your mom loved Jay so much, and weirdly his mom also liked you a lot.

It was weird their kids hated each other’s guts.

“Y/n! I can't believe you guys are colleagues now!” His mother squeaked, as she pulled you in a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders afterwards.

You forced a laugh. “Aha, Mrs. Park, yes we are both attorneys now, how nice, right?” You raised one eyebrow, wishing for her to confirm your words. You wished she meant being colleagues as doing the same job until you are 50 something and did NOT mean working in the same law firm as Jay.

Instead, she laughed loudly.

“My Jay got the position at WANG, just like you did!”

The information you heard was so sudden, you choked on your own saliva, your mother worriedly slapped your back.

You finally managed to get your breathing again. “I beg your pardon?”

Instead of his mom, Jay decided to break the news to you. “Sorry to break it to you, y/n but you were not Mr. Wang's favorite intern at all. He hired me 15 days after you left and he immediately offered me the same position as yours.”

You closed your eyes, trying to process everything you just heard.

“Wait, wait, wait. so, you're telling me, we will be working together in the same law firm?”

Jay smiled with his pearl white teeth in the fakest way possible. “Exactly.”

At the end, Jackson Wang saw two incredibly talented lawyers in the making and he couldn’t choose only one of them.

So he decided to get both.

It was 16 months later after graduating, both of you had your positions in the firm and you were both very successful.

That's why your boss gave you two tables next to each other, so you can work together and brainstorm cases.

Jay and you were always fighting and bickering, he was driving you crazy. Working with Jay was hell. The only thing making this a better experience was he really was a good lawyer. He was stupid but he was good at his job.

“Can you please focus and stop staring at Ryujin?” You pinched his forearm and he squeaked.

“I am definitely not staring at her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, you are undressing her with your eyes, those two are different things.”

Jay gathered his hands around his chest and made a pout. “Oh my god, y/n, are you jealous that your partner is staring at some intern instead of you?”

You squinted, giving him a deadly stare. You swear to god only if he wasn’t helpful in cases you would have already got him kicked out of the firm somehow.

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes.

You knew Jay liked her, but it was impossible for him to date her anyways. Your boss Mr. Wang had strict dating rules. He wanted everyone to focus on their work and he truly was a supporter of that you can’t separate work and love. Since you started working here, two lawyers decided to marry and Mr. Wang kindly asked them to resign just so he wouldn’t fire them after their happy announcement.

“I am already cock blocked by Jackson, anyways.” Jay whined and you shushed him.

“Jay, stop calling him by his name oh my god. Where is your manners?” You whisper shouted.

“I left all my manners at Harvard, darling.” He got up and shuffled your hair and you kicked him on his ankle and made him stumble as he walked towards the restroom.

This was exactly why Jackson Wang hired you both as partners.

You hated each other’s guts and he knew you two would never ever ever date or even like each other.

Jay and you were partners but the rivalry between you two was in the talks of the whole firm. Interns loved watching you bicker and try suggesting a different idea everytime the other came up with a different and better one. On every meeting, you fighted, usually because Jay teasing you for something stupid.

Jackson Wang made you a team, just so there wouldn’t be so much chaos in the firm. He literally read forums about you and Jay from your fellow Harvard graduates.

-one time i was at the library and these two started shouting out of nowhere, don’t go there if ur trying to memorize med terms :/

-jay will be first of course. jay why didn’t you call me back after the night we had? :(

-y’all i would watch this rivalry if they documented it on netflix, ngl.

-i was trying to study and i heard a girl scream, when i looked out of the window i saw she was kicking the pavement out of frustration… turns out it was y/n and she was frustrated cause she got A- and Jay got A+.

-y/n and jay should fuck each other on our graduation day we all deserve it.

You were famous before you graduated, and Jackson loved the fame you brought to his firm, making others left in shock as he got you both.

After Jay came back, you tried to work for a little while before Mr. Wang called both of you to his office. He was young, the firm was his father’s legacy actually and after graduating law school he became the ceo. Everyone loved him so much but he had his own little weird habits let’s say.

You knocked on his door and Jay was standing beside you. after hearing him say “Come in.” You opened his door.

“You wanted to see us, Mr. Wang.”

“Ah, yes, yes. take a seat please. Wait or don’t. It will be quick.”

You and Jay eyed each other in curiosity.

“There is this friend of mine, uhm to be honest, my ex-girlfriend. She is filing a divorce and she called me.”

You pressed your lips to each other to hold your laugh. For some reason your boss talking about his ex to his employees felt awkward. Jackson continued.

“He apparently cheated but she doesn’t have any proof we can show in the court so you know what to do.” He rolled his eyes as if it was nothing. You and Jay have been having divorce cases left and right since you started in the firm.

You sighed, seeing all the files on top of each other beautifully sitting on Jackson's desk, waiting for Jay and you to go through.

“She really must have loved you if she is making her ex file her divorce, right boss?” Jay asked with a stupid smile on his face and then winced in pain when you pinched his thigh.

Jackson just stared at Jay and didn’t even bother to answer his question.

“We will work on it all night, have a nice evening mr. wang.” You bowed your way out pulling Jay from the collar of his blazer as you dragged him out of Jackson’s room.

“Didn’t know you wanted to get fired so badly.” You rolled your eyes and started walking without waiting for him, you heard his footsteps following you to the elevator.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily, darling.”

You decided to invite Jay over (for the first time ever in 16 months) since you had to work the whole night. You knew Jackson had his full trust on you two and Jay was also aware of it, so you were sure he would just professionally work and leave.

You cleaned your house and prepared some snacks and you checked your fridge if you had some wine.

Since you graduated, you were single as a pringle. You had a boyfriend in 2nd year of college, his name was Sunghoon and he was studying software engineering back then. It lasted for a while but then your classes got heavier and you decided to give your all to your studies so you broke up.

And since then you only had some coffee dates through college and nothing since you started working at wang.

It’s why now you were at your house, getting nervous at a man entering your household. Even if it was only jay. someone that is obviously you would never date.

You went to your room and put on some biker shorts and an oversized graphic t-shirt. You put your hair up in a messy bun and added some flavored lip gloss that you enjoy wearing.

You put all the files on your coffee table and prepared your macbook with necessary tabs open and decided to wait for Jay as you sat on your sofa. as you sat down, you realized how tense your neck was, you were literally struggling to keep your head up. Your work was stressful and definitely not easy. looking through hundreds of folders every day was incredibly tiring for your body. And now you have to do this with jay.

You heard the door and stood up before unintentionally checking your face on your mirror in the hallway.

When you opened the door, you saw something you didn’t expect at all.

It was pouring rain outside and Jay was soaked. Of course he wasn’t carrying an umbrella, you were the one who covered him whenever you went to meet clients and it started pouring rain. Since you were tired, you didn’t even realize when it started raining.

“Oh my god.” you grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside in a swift move, jay stumbled towards you and your chests bumped before he stumbled back. “I told you maybe a thousand times to carry an umbrella.” you rolled your eyes to grab some paper towel from your kitchen, meanwhile curious Jay kicked his boots over and followed you inside.

Your place was nicely decorated, it was minimalistic and had warm beige tones mainly. Jay scanned your kitchen when you were busy tearing apart paper towels.

“Nice place, I expected something horrendous from you.” He commented, leaning himself to the little island in the middle of your kitchen.

You sent him a death stare before you approached him with the paper towel.

“You look like a wet rat in my kitchen for the first time and this is what you say?” You rolled your eyes and touched his shirt to see how badly soaked it was.

“Were you trying to make a romantic music video or something in the rain? How did you get this wet?” You shook your head in disbelief as you tried to dry him down.

“Ouch. A wet rat is a little bit mean.” Jay pouted and got the tissues from your hand to dry himself.

“This is not gonna work, I need to give you some clothes.” You dragged him to your bedroom this time. surprisingly jay didn’t complain, maybe he was just used to being dragged by you anywhere you go.

You opened the door of your bedroom and went straight to your closet, looking for your brother’s and Sunghoon’s old stuff that you still had.

You managed to find some basketball shorts and a black t-shirt that would suit Jay.

“Here.” you handed him the clothes.

Jay scanned the clothes, especially the basketball shorts and gave you a questioning look. You huffed.

“They were Sunghoon’s.” you blurbed out. Jay made an oh sound. He knew Sunghoon from college, you were all in the same friend group once. He never understood how you managed to date an engineering dude in second grade.

“That is why they seemed familiar.” He said and his hands went to his belt to unbuckle it.

You stood there for a while to process what was happening in your bedroom, Jay Park was about to get naked and he didn’t even ask you to get the fuck out before he do that.

You closed your eyes and turned your back to him and let out a scream. “Why are you undressing in front of me?!”

“Why are you acting like you have never seen a male’s body before?” He snapped back, you heard his wet jeans dropping to the floor behind you, followed by his shirt finding its place in his pants.

“Thank God my underwear is safe.” He mumbled, almost talking to himself and you scratched your eye to distract your mind from twisting his words and making yourself snort.

“Are you done?” You put your hands on your waist, expecting an answer from him.

“Yeah.”

You turned around, seeing Jay with the basketball shorts and his hair looking wet and messy so it made you smile. He actually kind of looked cute.

“I will give you a towel to dry your hair.” You stormed out of your bedroom, leaving him in your bedroom alone. Curious cat Jay's eyes started scanning the environment he was in again. Your bed sheets were dark emerald green and he saw the strap of your nightgown sneaking under your pillow. He walked up near your head side of the bed and hooked his finger on the strap, sliding it to himself to check it out. You had a simple satin black night dress you always wore. Jay puckered his lips as he nodded his head in a confirming way. At least you weren’t wearing grandma pjs.

He quickly tucked your nightwear back when he heard your footsteps coming closer.

“Here.” You handed him a black towel. “Be quick, it’s already 10pm.” You squinted, trying to look intimidating to him before you walked out of your room, you heard jay’s following you and the ruffling noises of his hair.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, almost in a shy way and handed you the dampened towel. You bit down the inside of your cheek before you scanned his face and took the towel from his hands.

“It's fine.” You shrugged and threw the towel in the laundry basket. “Go to the living room, I have everything ready there. I’ll bring some wine.” You said and pointed to the living room area with your eyes to get him moving.

Jay sighed as his body hit your couch, ruffling his hair with his fingers and relaxing his muscles. Running in the rain was tiring and definitely not romantic to him.

You sat down next to him and placed his glass of wine on the table. You didn’t make any eye contact as you directly went in for the files and he did the same, your hands touching each other’s like it was a stupid rom com movie.

“You can get that one.” He cleared his throat and went for another file, hoping the moment was not weird. You awkwardly smiled as you started reading it.

After working for some time with Jay and sipping wine as you do, you almost choked on it when you saw something you didn’t expect.

“Oh god, Mr. Wang and Mrs. Kim broke up because of the firm’s rules. Dating was not approved.”

Jay continued the story.

“And she married the CEO instead of Jackson?!”

You slapped your mouth in shock.

“This is why!” Now you understood why Jackson had a different view of dating in the firm.

“My man’s got heartbroken.” Jay mumbled, sipping his wine in a melancholic way.

“I am sorry you won’t be able to make a move on Ryujin.” you showed his shoulder to tease him. Jay rolled his eyes.

“I don’t like her. She is just hot, that’s it.” He shrugged. Since Jay was just a man, you found that fair. He cleared his throat and smirked.

“I am sorry for Heeseung though, he is whipped for you.”

Your eyeballs almost came out of their places at the new information Jay threw at you. “Heeseung?!” You chirped.

“Mhm” Jay mumbled as he was scanning the file in his hand. “I heard him talking to Jake in the restroom, he said he was jealous of me because I get to be with you all the time while he is stuck with Jake.”

You were overwhelmed at how Jay effortlessly started spilling. You side-eyed his wine and saw his empty glass. You smiled.

“Poor Jake.” you pouted, Heeseung’s words might have hurted him you thought. Jay nodded and rested his back on the couch.

“Do you think you are lucky, Jay?” you looked under your eyelashes, looking as innocent as possible. You were one hundred percent sure Jay was a light drinker, even in college years and you totally forgot about it when you handed him the wine.

Jay’s eyelids fluttered as he stared at you. “I am the unluckiest man on earth.”

“Shut up.”

“Would you rather Heeseung over me?” He asked this time, his hand went to his glass and he realized it was empty. “Do you have more wine, by the way?” He asked.

You got the bottle that was standing on your side of the coffee table and poured more for Jay and yourself.

“I’d rather you of course.” You said expressionlessly. “You are a pain in the ass but we make a good team.”

“We are actually an amazing team.” He smiled.

Jay couldn’t believe he was able to talk to you so casually, in your house late at night. College Jay would not believe this happening. College Jay, never looked at you as someone who is likable. Now as he was staring at you in the dim light and laptop screen lights, he realized how pretty your eyes looked when you smiled, how your upper lip was in a beautiful heart shape and perfectly plump. He gulped loudly.

You dropped the files to the desk and turned your body to Jay and rested your elbow on the head rest, your face leaned into your palm.

“What?” he asked, a smirk appeared on his face.

“I am bored.” You shrugged.

Jay let out a chuckle. “Nice joke, y/n.”

“No I am serious, we worked enough for today.” You really were bored and the case wasn’t that big of a deal, it can be easily finished tomorrow at work. Being with Jay like this awoke unknown feelings inside of you and you wanted to enjoy it more.

“C’mon.” You whispered, leaning into him and taking the files from his hands and putting them on the table. This was the second time your hands touched and goosebumps rose on your skin. What the fuck was happening to you?

“Okay.” he mirrored you and started talking about normal life things as you listened to him carefully.

“I feel like I am tipsy.” You giggled and checked the time. “Oh my god, Jay. It’s 3am.”

“Is it?” He chuckled and let out a sigh. “Time flies with you.” He threw himself on the couch, his back was laid, he turned his head to look at you. You were sitting on your side, your legs crossed under you. Jay’s eyes were a little red from lack of sleep and wine.

When your eyes met, he laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” You asked, examining his lips and teeth as he laughed.

“Just remembered how we hate each other a lot.”

You slapped his bare arm. “I still hate you, this night is an exception.” You told him as you tilted your head.

“So we don’t hate each other tonight?” He asked, his breath fanned your lips as he talked. You scooted closer to him. When your hand met with his tilted neck, a shiver went down his spine.

“No we don’t.” Your fingers stroked his skin, going up to the little hairs on the nape of his neck.

Your faces were only inches above now, Jay’s scent enveloped you.

“Do you wanna break some rules while we are at it?” He asked, your noses brushed when he talked. You let out a big sigh. You just couldn’t believe you were in this position with a man after almost 3 years and it was Jay.

The guy you hated the most.

“I don’t wanna do something we might regret.” You whispered against his lips, feeling concerned. But you wanted this so much and Jay could tell.

“I don’t think I will ever regret having you for once.” He gripped your chin with his fingers and connected his lips to yours. You immediately tilted your head to allow him more access to your mouth. You grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you as his arm snaked around your waist and scooted you closer to his side. Jay’s lips were so soft and careful against yours, you didn’t think he had a side to him like this.

His hands lowered down to your hips slowly before he broke the kiss.

“Do you want me?” He abruptly asked.

“I don’t know if this is just wine or I am losing my mind but I want you, Jay.” you stared at his eyes. You couldn’t believe those words just spilled from your mouth.

“How did we end up like this?” He laughed, leaning in to peck your lips again. Instead of replying, you straddled him, wrapping your arms behind his neck. He stared up at you like he was mesmerized. It has been so long since he had a woman sitting on his lap like that.

“Less talking, more kissing tonight, okay?” You kissed him, now with the intention to taste his kiss and get the feeling of him more. Your body craved the urge to explore Jay, you doubted if you carried these feelings all these years or was it something new.

Jay’s hands sneaked under your shirt, his fingers caressing your skin when your lips dropped to his jaw to leave open mouthed kisses.

“Let’s go to your room.” He mumbled, dropping his head to the back and giving you more access as you sucked on his soft skin. You hummed against him, getting out of his lap and giving him your hand.

Jay chuckled as he grabbed it and let you drag him like you always did but to your bedroom this time.

For him to fuck you.

You giggled when you felt him hugging you from behind leaving a trail of kisses down your shoulder. When you reached your bedroom, you turned around in his arms to kiss him again. Jay lifted you up by grabbing you from your thighs and dropped you to the bed, trying to be gentle as much as possible. He got rid of the shirt you gave him so quickly, giving you only a few seconds to breathe before he smashed his lips against yours.

You felt his chest and abs under your palms, feeling the bumps and ridges of his deliciously soft and tanned skin.

He slid your t-shirt up towards your ribcage, exposing your skin to his eyes. You looked so fucking breathtaking as you laid under him. He stroked the sides of your body before he pressed kisses all over your delicate skin. His fingers came in contact with your biker shorts.

“Can I?” He asked for permission, you frantically nodded, making him laugh at your excitement.

He pulled them down, leaving you in your lacy black underwear. Jay’s lips kissed every inch that was newly exposed to him, he kissed your thighs and his fingers were hooked under the elastic of your panties, playing with them slyly.

You let out a moan when he kissed your clothed core. Jay was satisfied to hear you moan for the first time tonight, actually the first time in his whole life. The woman who taught him what real competition is was now moaning under him.

Getting rid of your shirt, you exposed your upper body as well, leaving you only with panties. Outline of Jay’s dick was pretty visible and all you wanted now was to feel his big cock stretching you out.

You palmed his crotch just to see if your eyes were mistaken when a guttural moan left Jay’s lips. Jay was hard and big, it made you squeeze your thighs together but you couldn’t because his head was between them again, he rubbed his cheek inside of your legs.

“Mhmm.” he let out a satisfied moan as he felt your arousal against his lips over your panties.

“Jay, please.” You whimpered in frustration. “Take them off and let me feel your lips.”

“You want my mouth on your pretty cunt, huh?” He responded, biting the inside of your thigh. Jay was very straight forward and you were shocked when you didn’t see any glimpse of shyness on his face. His eyes sparkled with lust and hunger instead, as he stared up at you.

He took your words as his command either way and slid your panties down to your ankles, seeing the wet patch formed in the middle. He licked his lips at the sight, your pussy looking perfect for him to devour.

“What a pretty cunt.” He complimented, bringing his index finger around your clenching hole to see how wet you were. When the tip of his finger easily sunken inside you, he brought his other finger, spreading your wetness all over your pussy as natural lubricant.

“I wonder if you’ll be able to take me.” He tsked, still toying with your cunt as he rubbed his fingers up and down through your folds. Your breath hitched on your throat when you started hearing the wet sounds coming from his fingers. It was so dirty and erotic.

“I wanna take all of you.” You whimpered loudly, your fingers pulling on his hair.

“Good girl.” He inserted his two fingers after he already saw you dripping down to your sheets, making wet patches on the expensive looking material.

You took his fingers well, biting down your lower lip to suppress your moans. He curled them up like he had a map of your cunt, making contact with your g-spot deliciously.

He fingered you for a while, turning you into a moaning mess before he grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder, leaning back down to your core to lick a bold stripe through your folds.

“Oh my god.” You screamed, pulling on his hair with your whole life, your hole clenching around nothing as he sucked on your clit like it was candy.

“God, y/n. You taste so fucking good.” He hummed against your hole, sending vibrations all over your body. You were seconds away from cumming.

When you saw Jay also rubbing his cock on your sheets, painfully hard in his jeans and trying to get a friction, you realized how close he was just from fingering and eating you out.

“I want you Jay.” You whimpered, impatiently pulling him to yourself as you grabbed him from his face, kissing him again. Jay shamelessly showed his tongue down your throat, making you taste yourself mixed with his own juices. You reached down to pull his shorts over his ass, feeling the curve between his butt and his waist. His ass was perfect and you thought how amazing it would feel to push him deeper inside of you from his hips and he thrusted in you frantically.

Jay pulled his underwear down as well, kicking the shorts and the boxers from his legs as he struggled a little but he managed to do it.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked out of breath, kissing the valley of your breasts as his one hand played with your nipple, pinching and rolling it on his palm.

You reached out to your bedside drawer, Jay’s lips automatically falling down to your ribcage, peppering kisses all over your tummy. Being a whimpering mess, you managed to grab a condom, wishing it hadn't expired.

He towered you before getting the condom from your hands, ripping it with his teeth in a hurry, he just wanted to be inside you right now. You curiously studied his cock, as he gave it a few sloppy strokes to, spreading his precum over the length to begin with. Then he carefully slid down the condom on his cock, he palmed himself from his base as he guided himself over your cunt, collecting your juices all over the condom.

When his tip rubbed against your clit, you whined, showing him how eager you were to take his dick. Jay smirked as he kept rubbing himself against you, enjoying the feeling of this new type of intimacy.

“Jay!!!” You whined once again loudly, if he kept doing this you would cum without even getting to feel him inside. He pressed his against your entrance hovered above your body as he had to push his dick into your tight hole. You tried to open your legs further for him to go deeper but everytime he moved, you clenched so hard and whimpered.

“So fucking tight.” He grunted, looking down between your bodies and seeing his cock halfway in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling in him and kissing his jaw. “It’s okay, I am not in pain.” You assured him, wanting him to be balls deep inside because for fuck’s sake you had enough.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said in concern, moving his hips forward a bit more, eliciting a moan from you. He sighed in pleasure as he felt your heat enveloping him even more.

Jay was kissing down your neck when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist, making Jay bottom you out in one move. The way he moaned so loudly against your skin made you clench again, you felt so fucking full.

“Fuck!” He cried out, the way your walls wrapped him so beautifully was driving him insane.

You whined his name, pulling him closer to your body and hugging around his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face to see your expression. It has been so many fucking years since you last had sex, but you didn’t want to tell this to him and boost his ego. He already understood anyway, you thought.

“Hmm.” You hummed, as you hugged him close, not letting him move as you waited for the slight burn to subdue completely. Meanwhile Jay gave you some kisses to make you feel comfortable, seeing you in this state looking so pretty and vulnerable switched something inside of him, he wanted to take care of you the whole night.

“Tell me when to move.” He kissed your temple as he patiently waited. It was your fault being so eager and ending up hurting yourself but he wasn’t surprised. Your eagerness was also present at work.

“Move, Jay… please.” You cried out, literal tears forming on your eyes from the immense pleasure of feeling so full. His cock felt like it was the perfect match for your needy cunt.

When Jay started moving, your eyes literally rolled back to your head. His pelvis was perfectly grazing over your clit, creating the most amazing sensation and made you squeeze him as he started slow with grinding motions.

His nose bumped against your before he gave you a soft chaste kiss on the lips, which made your heart beat so fast. His lips dropped to your jaw, then your neck and then up again to your earlobe, biting it gently.

“You feel amazing.” He whispered to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your back arched.

You didn’t know how you made him feel but you were sure you were on cloud nine. Jay was so fucking good, he was everything you needed all these years and you hated the fact that he was right in front of you.

After a while, Jay was easily going in and out your pussy, he was pulling out to his tip before he plunged himself back fully into you. The filthy whimpers he left with every move made you go crazy, wrapping your legs tighter around him to feel more friction. You wrapped around him like velvet and he thought he was in heaven.

“Can I go faster?” He mumbled against your neck, you only nodded, feeling unable to answer him in words. Jay patted your thigh, as he buried his face in your neck completely. His hands grabbed your as with his pretty hands to hold you in place before he started a quicker rhythm.

Your moan cracked in your throat and your hands gripped your bed sheets, he was fucking you fast and deep, it felt euphoric. You just wanted him to fuck you every fucking day.

That’s when you had your idea.

“Jay…” You whimpered. “So close.” Your eyes shut with pleasure. Jay’s cock was feeling your spasming walls and it pushed him to his release way faster.

“Me too, darling.” He stopped sucking your neck to look at your disheveled face which he decided was extremely hot.

“Let go with me, let’s cum together. My God you feel so good y/n.” He grunted as he quickened his pace even more to make you both cum.

You cried out as your back arched and held onto Jay’s shoulders, having the best orgasm in your life. Ever.

Jay filled the condom inside of you, your walls milked him until there was nothing left for him to release, he cummed a lot, he couldn’t ignore the idea of you cumming inside of you loads and watching it spill from

your slit.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, regulating your breath as Jay laid on top of you, trying to get his back. If he stood up right now he would fall on top of you.

You played with his hair, massaging his scalp as he stayed inside of you for a while, a silence taking over the place of your moans and the sound of sex. For some reason, Jay felt peaceful, his skin was warm and pretty, it gave you a comfort that you craved for so long.

You wanted him to sleep next to you.

He scanned your room with his eyes to spot the bin, before he got up to discard the condom he placed a kiss on your jaw, you felt yourself blushing for the act. (like he wasn’t balls deep inside few seconds ago)

You watched him slip inside of his boxers quickly and without a word he came back to bed and laid down next to you, watching your ceiling.

Both of you felt the awkwardness and the sudden change of your rivalry turning to friendship and then it ending up in bed, things escalated so fast for you to process.

You spoke up like you read his mind.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning, okay?” You asked, turning your body towards him to stare at his side. Jay was built deliciously and carved by gods you almost swore at how you never fucked him once in college.

“Mhm.” He hummed, pulling your sheets over himself. He lifted the side for you to come in.

You quickly cuddled into him, as he covered your bodies. You hugged his waist and put your chin on his chest, feeling peaceful than ever.

“Can we keep loving each other until tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, making you look up at his glossy eyes from the tiredness. His words made you smile softly. You nodded, your hand finding the side of his cheek as his found yours, pulling each other in a kiss like magnets.

You fell asleep to Jay’s lips kissing you gently.

“Wake up, Park.”

You slapped the piece of paper against Jay’s sleeping face as he laid in your bed. You were already dressed up, you opened your windows to let the smell of sex disappear and spending exactly 45 minutes on the hickey on your neck to cover it up, thanks to him.

But, the most important thing you did was what was on top of Jay’s face.

“Good morning to you, too.” He rolled his eyes as he stood up, making you suck your lower lip to the sight in front of you. You were already dressed up in your pants and blazer, he realized you had showered and was smelling of your expensive perfume that he always secretly admired.

“If you agree with all the clauses I listed down in the contract please sign it.” You put your hands on your waist, staring up at his face because he was taller.

Jay was dumbfounded as he sat down back on your bed, flipping the paper to read it out loud.

“Friends with Benefits'' contract.” he furrowed his brows and looked up at you. “Seriously?”

You sighed. “Please just read.”

Jay huffed, looking at the first line. “Whenever one of the other person wants sex, they have the right to call the business partner in order to satisfy their needs.”

“Hmmm.” Jay hummed, laying down completely on your bed and lifting his arms up to keep reading the paper. You crawled next to him and straddled his thighs.

“Physical contact whenever someone craves it is also okay.” He continued then looked at your fingers toying with his waistband. “Like now?” He smirked.

You slapped his tummy. “Just continue, Park.”

Jay squinted to read the other line. “No other sex partners. Or any partner that will contain the use of body fluids.”

“I’m a little hypochondriac.” You scratched your neck, reasoning him.

“So this means as long as this contract is present, I’ll only get to kiss you and no one else?” He made it clear out loud for you to confirm.

You proudly nodded your head, making Jay let out a cute giggle.

He got serious again when he saw the sentence that was written in bold and red.

“Dating each other and falling in love is forbidden and the other has the right to terminate the contract if it happens.”

Jay cleared his throat, staring at your clothed figure sitting on top of him. You decided to talk. “We will keep this a secret of course, no one can now.” you mumbled silently and looked at him with keen eyes as you anticipated an answer.

“Give me a pen.”

A month already flew by with the agreement you did with Jay and everything was simply amazing. You had frustrated from work sex, I want to feel something sex or simply I am bored so I am here to fuck you sex. Well you couldn’t complain at all, fucking Jay was one of a kind and surprisingly both of your sex drives was as high as Mount Everest.

You found yourself biting your lip as Jay bent down a little to show Chaewon what she couldn’t do on the computer. You licked your lips at the view of Jay’s ass in his tight work pants and his tiny little waist inside of his designer belt.

“Yeah, just like that.” he assured her, giving her a smile before he walked up to his desk next to you, of course he caught you staring shamelessly.

“Something on my butt?” He pouted, trying to look behind his back. You sent him a deadly stare.

“Probably your brain.” You smiled at him annoyingly.

He was about to say something when Ryujin stepped inside. “Good morning, everyone.”

You unintentionally turned to look at Jay, to see his reaction to seeing her. She was pretty, she was younger and she really was Jay’s type. When you saw Jay smiling at her softly, you had a pain in your stomach, and uneasiness took all over your body.

“My internship is ending in 15 days so I wanted to tell you all that. I will be working at a different firm.”

Jake came up to her, “So you won’t be a part of WANG in 15 days?”He asked, and she pouted, nodding her head.

Now, you were scared to look at Jay, there won’t be any blocks between his work crush and him in the matter of 15 days. He was going to terminate your contract and make a move on Ryujin and then marry her after 3 years and have kids.

“Y/n!!” Someone yelled. “My God, are you deaf?” Jay waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your own thoughts suddenly. “Hm?”

“Client is waiting for us in the lobby.” He explained, and stood before your chair as you gathered all the things you needed from your desk. “Okay let’s go.” You got up, started following Jay to the elevators. You got in after him and watched him press floor 2 instead of L.

You furrowed your brows. “I thought we were going to meet the client?”

“I lied.” He nonchalantly said as he stretched his neck to the back and then to both sides. You licked your lips.

“Sounds like you found a safe spot.”

He puckered his lips. “Oh, yeah.”

When your back hit the cabinet behind, you made a surprised sound. Jay’s lips literally attacked yours, your teeth clicking sometimes from how hard he was kissing you.

He brought you to the archive, after he found out the guy who stood here goes to lunch around these hours and there were no cameras in the room.

“Now it’s the time that you can touch my butt.” Jay breathed into your mouth making you laugh.

“Did you bring me all the way down here so I can touch your butt?” You talked between kisses, his fingers unbuttoning your shirt to expose your lacy black bra.

“Mhm, my favorite set.” Jay ducked down to suck on the skin that was showing over the material. As he was busy down there, you quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, grabbing his ass and pulling his crotch to yours.

He moaned at the feeling of your hands touching his ass and his clothed cock making contact with your clothed core.

“Fuck, that felt good.” He chuckled into your neck.

“It’s unfair you have a better ass than mine.” You pouted as your nails scratched the nape of his neck.

“We can go to the gym together, darling. Y’know, bonding time.” He winked at you, making your eyes roll in a funny way. To be honest, sweaty gym sex didn’t sound bad you might consider going to gym with him.

You kind of felt relaxed that after the news Ryujin dropped, Jay was still thinking about you and wanted to be with you. But you knew you had to talk about this matter with him later.

Right now, you just wanted to make him feel good.

You put your hand inside of his underwear and grabbed his hardened member as you started stroking him, his precum was already leaking from his tip so it was about time.

You twisted your wrist as you pumped his dick, to get all of him.

Both of you were startled when your phone rang out of nowhere. You kept your hand on his dick while the other went to your pocket, grabbing your phone.

“Shit, it’s the client. They must be here.” You whined as you stared at Jay’s hazy eyes from pleasure. You just couldn’t leave him with blue balls like that.

You got down on your knees in seconds, taking his cock in your mouth and swallowing around him, giving him the fastest blow job you can ever.

Jay closed his mouth with one hand to muffle his moans while the other held on to your hair with his dear life, to keep you in place and guide you on his cock. You took him down your throat and breathed through your nose before you started bobbing your head, your fingers caressing his thigh.

Jay’s dick twitched in your mouth, his precum on your taste buds when you looked up at him, catching him looking down at you, his one hand still covering his mouth.

A throaty moan left his mouth, when you licked the vein underside of his dick.

You pumped his dick in your hand fast to get the job done even quicker and put your mouth back in, so he won’t make a mess in the archive. He searched your face for permission and you nodded.

“So close. So close! So CLOS—” Jay didn't get to complete his sentence before you felt the hot ropes of his cum shooting down your throat. He slowly let his hand down on his face, breathing loudly and freely after the overwhelming high he just had.

“I’ve never cummed this fast in my whole life.”

You got up and as you were doing it, you pulled his pants up to his waist and buckled his belt. “Write it on your records list then.” You smirked and wiped your mouth with the side of your hand as you stared at his eyes, making him blink a few times and gulp loudly. Without a word you grabbed your files and phone from the floor and started walking towards the exit, until you realized Jay was still standing there.

“Jay!” You shouted. “We are already late, c’mon.”

He shook his head to the sides to get his senses back to himself and mouthed a ‘wow!’ before running after you.

Jackson assigned 4 attorneys (including you and Jay) along with Heeseung and Jake and two interns, Chaewon and Ryujin to attend a conference in a different city. He said you and Jay will make nice contacts there and the others might learn something new.

Of course Jay’s first thought was going on a trip with you but he kept forgetting the fact that you were keeping this secret and also, you weren’t his girlfriend. He get to kiss you and fuck you but he was never going to get to call you his girlfriend.

Jay was craving a relationship for a long time now and had to accept this, he did like you. He wasn’t sure if it was just his sexual relationship he had with you or was he actually developing some feelings for you.

On the other hand, Ryujin really seemed interested in him and he used to like her, but now he was confused. He could have chosen to be with her and solve all his problems but he didn’t want to lose what he had with you.

He didn’t want to lose you at all.

On the plane, the seats were taken randomly so you were seated next to Heeseung, which Jay confessed that he was interested in you and for his chance, Ryujin was sitting next to him.

He couldn’t find anything to talk about with her. He remembered the first night you and him had sex, how the conversation just flowed effortlessly. Ryujin was talking to him about stuff she was interested in and the music she listened to but Jay couldn’t relate. He decided he lost his interest for her over these few months and he had only one woman in his dreams.

Meanwhile, seated next to Heeseung, he was making you laugh a lot, he was naturally funny. He told you about his funny moments he had with Jake in the firm and some hilarious gossip he heard about Jackson. You were now sure Jay wasn’t lying when he said Heeseung was into you. Being an attorney came with some gifts that you earn with experience over time. The way Heeseung leaned into you, made eye contact as he spoke about something and stared directly to your lips when you talked made it clear for you. His body language was speaking to you.

You acted like you were stretching to check out what Jay was up to and saw him listening to some bullshit Ryujin was telling. He tried to seem interested or you wanted to believe that he was uninterested as she showed some pictures from her camera roll to him.

You froze when your eyes met, it tickled your stomach catching his pretty eyes looking at you. He faintly smiled at you before turning his attention back

to Ryujin, who kept showing pictures to him.

Jay was jealous that you were laughing at everything Heeseung said, but he was unaware of your feelings that were matching his.

You also only had him in your mind.

When you checked into your hotels it was already midnight, so everyone went to their rooms to sleep. In the elevator Heeseung asked what your room number is which made Jay’s blood boil, why the fuck he needed that information.

He stormed out of the elevator, obviously jealous, side eyeing you as you unlocked your door, Heeseung wishing you a goodnight, opening his own door as well.

You and Jay were in single rooms and Heeseung and Jake and the girls were in two seperate rooms.

Once you got in your room, you immediately got naked to hop in the shower and take a looong one since flying always tired you a lot. As the hot water caressed your skin, you were thinking about Jay and being worried about Ryujin and him going out to have some drinks. Uneasy feeling took over your body as you were shampooing your hair.

Meanwhile Jay in his room, changed into comfortable clothes, stared at the ceiling, with a frown on his face. He was visualizing the way he would burn the contract in front of your face after you fuck Heeseung.

What if you invite Heeseung to your room instead of him? What if you fall in love with him and leave the firm to be with him and leave Jay all alone there?

He put his pillow on his face and screamed into it.

Since there were no messages or calls from you, he tried to sleep.

After your one hour long shower, you opened your suitcase and found your baby blue pj set. You gathered yourself in lotion and light perfume before you picked up your phone and laid on your bed.

No texts from Jay.

‘Was he with Ryujin?’ was your first thought, sending shivers down your spine. You felt like you needed to text him.

You opened your chat with him, which consisted of messages of ‘are you coming’s? and ‘i’m on my ways’.

—“do you wanna come over to my room? 🤧” you typed and hit send.

You bit your lip as you tapped your phone screen with your nails, getting impatient. You just wanted Jay next to you since the day you fucked for the first time. It was like his pheromones were just a magnet to yours and you couldn’t get enough of him.

Now you wanted him to ruin the shower you took for an hour.

But now, you were feeling sad, thinking if he feels the same way. Were you being a crazy bitch and had the urge to lick him all over when it felt the same as masturbating to him.

No feelings and just using each other to satisfy your needs was what you had in your agreement after all.

You wanted to unsent. Your overthinking was getting over you, thinking if you were being too needy.

Thank god your cloud of thoughts were interrupted when you heard knocks on your hotel door. You got up, side eyed yourself in the mirror quickly, your baby blue silk pj set looking so cute and sexy. Your hair is silky smooth resting on your shoulders and you made sure you smelled like cozy notes of vanilla for extra spice.

“Hi Ja—”

You couldn’t finish your greeting when Jay's both hands cupped your face in a forceful way, smashing his lips to yours and kicking your room door with the back of his boot. The muffled sounds came from your mouths as he pushed you to the wall and caged your body. Your hands immediately went under his simple black t-shirt, feeling the slight lines of his abs.

“I thought you were getting laid with Heeseung.” He confessed, kissing your jaw and then biting down your neck to make you feel his frustration. You were shocked with what he said and couldn’t reason it, was this because you sat next to him on the plane?

“Why would I fuck Heeseung, we signed an agreement…”

You grabbed the top of Jay’s silky black hair in an aggressive way, making his hazy eyes stare at you. He was so lost at your sudden movement and the dumbfounded expression was on his face when your eyes met.

“Are YOU fucking someone behind me?” You fired your question, your face came closer to his out of frustration and your noses bumped to each other.

Jay swore he had butterflies in his stomach. You were so cute when you looked at him like that, thinking you were looking intimidating but you looked like a little angry kitten to him. He couldn’t help himself and leaned down, bumped your noses together in the softest way before kissing the tip of it. The way you gulped was so loud, it was embarrassing.

“I am loyal to our agreement as well.” He said, putting his hand on the wall to lean to you. You looked down feeling ashamed now, it sounded so desperate like you were jealous of him. You weren’t jealous of him… You just didn’t want stds, or lose this connection you have with him when he moves on and falls in love with some other girl. You were obviously feeling intimidated since Ryujin announced she was leaving the firm.

“Why are you not making a move on Ryujin?” You suddenly asked, still looking down. “You know… if you want to ask her out, we can end this.” You pointed between your chests.

Your suggestion made him chuckle and gave him a relief after he understood you were obviously jealous, just like he was of Heeseung. He didn’t give a damn fuck about Ryujin when you stand in front of him in your baby blue set, and your eyes looking up at him worriedly.

To Jay, your body, your scent, the way your fingers touch him, the way your tongue feels on his body, the way your walls wrap around him everytime he fucks you was all he could think 24/7.

“Fuck Ryujin, and fuck Heeseung.” he sighed. “I only care about us.”

Us... What did ‘us’ mean? Two work friends, (formerly hated each other) fucking each other whenever they have a chance? What an amazing bond, you thought.

You’ve come to a realization that you knew every detail of Jay's body but you didn’t even know his favorite color. You knew what position he liked the most, but you didn’t know anything about his childhood.

You didn’t want to fixate on the word us.

Jay and you dating was impossible. As long as you worked at WANG, best thing you could do was having sex like this. A relationship was not in the books for you two.

You have to keep Jay your dirty little secret, forever.

“Jay…” you sighed, pulling him to your lips from the nape of his neck. “I need you.”

Jay smiled to himself as he grabbed you from under your thighs and lifted you up. “I was waiting for you to say that.”

You giggled into his mouth as he never broke the kiss and put you down onto your bed. He leaned over your body, the craving is finally being satisfied. you wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter as he held your face between his hands.

“Tell me what you want, I am at your service.”

“I just want your cock, no foreplay.” Your hands went to his jeans to unbuckle his belt quickly. you were getting eager every second. Jay kicked down his jeans from his legs and threw them to the floor, before he leaned back he also got rid of his top in a swift way. You supported yourself on your elbows as you traced his v line.

“No foreplay? Are you sure?” He asked, playing with the strap of your pj top.

You pulled his face to yours to start making out again. “Some more kissing-uhm.” Jay's lips felt so soft on yours, sucking on them and even biting them was pure ecstasy. His arm wasn’t supporting himself, he was basically laying on top of you as you kissed, your fingertips trailed down his back until they came to the elastics of his underwear.

With one strong move you pushed Jay away and rolled over to get on top of him, not losing any time before you started sucking on his neck. He was letting out heavenly moans, you thought you might cum to the sinful noises he was making. your tongue pressed flat on his neck before you suck on it and then gave kitten licks all the way to his jaw.

You took off your top in a slow motion for him, your boobs bouncing as the material hit them. You swore you felt Jay's cock stirring under your thigh. then you stand on your knees, pulling your shorts down erotically, letting out moans as you did so.

“God, y/n. What are you doing to me?”

Jay's fingers pinched your nipples as you got rid of all the clothing you have, straddling him bare. He loved your body, he loved every bit of you, every detail of you was perfect to him.

You rubbed your cunt against his clothed dick, both of you letting out a loud moan. He was so painfully hard, the friction you felt was amazing.

“Jay, can I cum like this?” You asked, giving him puppy eyes. “Can I use you like this, Jay?”

Jay was losing his mind. He wanted you to use him, spend him. Oh god, only if you knew how fucking heavenly you looked on top of him as you rubbed your cunt against him, asking to cum like that.

“Fuck.” he rolled his eyes as you frantically started to rub yourself on him, when you gave him your hands to hold, Jay intertwined your fingers before kissing the side of your hand. His underwear was getting tight on his crotch now and he felt he was going to make a mess in seconds if you kept doing this.

Jay felt the knot in his stomach getting loose, he had to do something, he couldn’t just cum in his pants when he let you grind on him like that. He couldn’t believe he was going to cum before you.

“Sit on my face.” He commanded. “or sit on my dick for fuck’s sake, I am so close.”

You chuckled at his desperation. Although you would enjoy watching him cum in his underwear and make a mess, it was way too early and you wanted to feel him more.

“It's okay Jay.” you smiled as you tugged down his boxers to his knees. His boner slipped out of his boxers the moment you pulled them down, your mouth watered at the sight.

“Oh Jay…” you moaned. “Fuck, you look so fucking good right now.” You complimented him. You took his length in your hand and stroked him slowly as you spread his pre cum all over him. “Be a good boy and tell me where I can find a condom.”

“My back pocket—ah. fuck. my jeans.” He spoke out, having trouble breathing at this point. You gave a kiss to his lower stomach which made him shiver and his cock throb.

“Wait for me.”

You quickly got out of bed to look on the floor for Jay's jeans. As you tried to find a foil packet quickly you felt your fingers shaking. He was making you feel nervous and you couldn’t help it.

Jay supported himself on his elbow as his other hand lazily stroked himself up and down and he watched you find the condom packet. “There.” You whispered to yourself and immediately put your knee on the bed to go back to your needy colleague. You slapped Jay's hand with one hand as the other brought the packet to your teeth, professionally tearing it apart.

Jay's heart dropped as he watched you spitting the piece of foil to the floor. It was somehow nasty and unexpected from you. He realized himself blinking at you and salivating.

You carefully put the condom on Jay, making him hiss. The way your delicate fingers runned up and down as a little tease, made him impatiently slap his thigh now. “C’mon darling, don’t make me wait.”

You followed his order as you aligned him with your dripping cunt and easily sunk down until your clit touched his pubic one. Both of you let out a moan of satisfaction in harmony.

“So tight, so wet… you are so fucking amazing.” Jay's eyes rolled back. At first your hips started with grinding motions, feeling his outline hitting every spot inside your walls and his tip already pushing up your g spot.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to how big you are, fuck.” You huffed. You wanted to bounce on his cock, go crazy and wild on him but you knew you would end up bruising your insides. And if you walk funny tomorrow, everyone would understand what happened the previous night.

You pressed your forehead to his as you kept swaying your hips, finding a nice rhythm that both of you enjoy.

“Believe me I would like to ride you better, but we have a conference tomorrow to attend.”

Jay's hands guided your hips, “Being inside of you is more than enough, darling.” He searched up your face to see if you could answer him. When he realized you were focused on grinding and kissing his temple he continued.

“I will fuck you slowly and passionately like this, if that’s what my girl wants.”

Your hips stopped moving. His girl??? What was he saying to you? Was he aware or was he just playing along to set the mood? Were you really his girl like, as his friend you could still be his girl, right? Did he mean it romantically? Was Jay falling for you?

“What's wrong?” Jay pouted against your lips. You shook your head like it was nothing. You didn’t want him to feel that you were overthinking.

“Sorry, just a cramp.” You mumbled before you got back to your slow rhythm you set earlier. Jay hummed as he kissed you again. your tits were rubbing up and down his upper body as you fucked. This felt so good, so intimate.

This felt like a sex that couples in love would have. Jay's hands were running all over your body, his lips were kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck and forehead basically anywhere he can reach from the position he is at. your hands were tangled up in his hair, massaging his scalp and tugging on his hair as you were getting closer to your high every second.

Jay felt you clenching down on him, the way you felt like velvet even with the condom, he could have only imagined how your tightness would feel bare. Every bit of your skin was touching each other except the part that was covered with the stupid piece of plastic he hated the most.

He imagined about how he would fuck you if you were his girlfriend, he would tell that he loves you right at this moment, when his girlfriend is breathless from the amount of kisses and her thighs sore from riding him for so long.

He decided to fuck you all night. because why not? It was everything to him having you on top and seeing you trying to get off on his dick in slow motion, it made him sleepy and calm. The pleasure mounting on his lower abdomen sometimes halted, which he loved, the more he was inside of you, the happier he felt.

“Do you wanna cum?”

Jay nodded his head to the sides. “No.”

You bit down on his sharp jawline before you left little soothing kisses on the area. “No?” You asked in curiosity, you expected him to say otherwise.

“You feel so good, I don't want this to end.” He pouted. His face made you let out a giggle. You pinched his cheek and nodded.

“Okay, but change positions? My thighs are kind of hurting.” you said as you pushed his sweaty pieces of hair out of his forehead. Jay nodded and made both of you lay on your sides, facing each other, keeping your bodies connected.

You pressed your chest to his again and threw your leg over his hip, he slid even deeper and with the emotion of pain painting your face Jay kissed your forehead.

He was balls deep inside of you now.

“Feeling good?”

You nodded your head as you held onto Jay's shoulders, Jay held your ass in the meantime to make it easier to move.

Your bodies naturally find their rhythm again. It felt so good, so natural. His beautiful sparkling eyes as they stared at yours, his lips parted slightly to let out sinful moans for you to hear. his cheeks had a rosy tint from the heat, and his scent was raised around you, wrapping you in some form of safety and comfort.

Were you really falling for him? Why were you having such intimate sex with your fuck buddy and staring at his eyes like you were fucking your husband on your first night.

A wave of thoughts took over you and the control of your body. You got scared of your feelings, you knew what was happening to you and if you kept on doing this, you would be so lost and confused after.

The way you flipped Jay on his back again was so sudden, his almost closing eyes snapped open to your action. His head hit the bed harshly before you put your hands down on his abs, as you frantically started to bounce on his dick. You let your head fall down from the pain and pleasure mixing in your body.

You knew Jay was surprised so you blurbed out. “I changed my mind.”

When he looked down at the point where you bodies connected his eyes rolled, you were fucking yourself hard on him, his heart felt like it could stop. He didn’t want you to hurt yourself, he loved fucking you both ways whether it was hardcore or soft.

“What about the conference tomorrow?” He breathed out between moans, he swore he was just two seconds away from cumming.

“I don't care.”

Walking funny and fucking up the conference was okay. You knew you could recover from it.

But falling in love with your co-worker that you can never be together with? That you refused to do. That you were so scared of but knew was inevitable.

On your way home, you and Jay were seated next to each other on the plane. the conference went well, thankfully you weren’t limping or anything after what happened the night before. Now you were sleepy and again, Jay being next to you enveloped you with an indescribable comfort.

You glanced at him, his eyes were closed as his cheek rested on his palm.

Your heart’s beating was irregular these days whenever you looked at him, he was making you feel some type of way that you’ve never experienced before.

Your connection was something rare. Was it worth risking your job though?

After checking out everyone and seeing they are asleep, you sneaked your hand to his lap to hold his free hand.

He mumbled as his eyes were still closed. “Someone might see.”

“Everyone's asleep.” You assured him. Jay smiled and squeezed your hand in his. “Gimme a kiss then.”

You snorted and bumped your shoulder to his. “That, I can't do.” Jay pouted at your words. When he pouted like that, you couldn’t hold yourself and pulled him into a chaste kiss from the side of his neck.

His lips closed on yours, they always felt so soft. Your lips stayed pressed into each other for a few seconds, as your eyes were closed, enjoying each other’s presence out in public for the first time.

It felt so fucking good, you both felt the butterflies in your stomach.

Jay broke the kiss, his eyes scanned the seats around you to see if everyone’s still sleeping before leaning in and kissing you one more time.

You licked your lips in a satisfied way, making him chuckle.

There was a silence as you stared at each other lovingly with a stupid smile plastered on both of your faces.

Just by looking at each other’s eyes, you swore you telepathically communicated.

You both knew your connection wasn’t just sex and there were feelings involved and you needed to make a decision about it when you get back home.

After landing safely, you messaged Jay instead of talking to him, because you felt Heeseung's eyes on you. The last thing you wanted was to find others that you had some sort of relationship with Jay.

—“take a different taxi and come to my place?🥺”

You were sitting on your suitcase as you all waited for a drive and you shifted when you heard Jay's giggle, then the typing sounds coming from his phone.

—“already missing my cute little butt?🥺”

You bite the inside of your cheek as a wave of embarrassment washed over your body. You quickly started typing back.

—“no, we need to talk. but yes, i also missed your cute little butt. 😒”

Jay smiled.

—“i'll be there, darling.”

Your heart flipped inside your chest, seeing your nickname on the screen. You caught him staring at you when you met his gaze, smiling as you put your phone to your bag.

“This is our ride guys, we are all going in the same direction!” Jake yelled, pointing at the girls as they all got in the car.

You felt Heeseung sneaking up behind your back, and gently tapping your arm. “I can give you a ride if you want y/n.”

You kindly smiled. “I already called a cab— oh it’s here!” you showed the taxi parking in front of the gate.

“Oh okay, then. see you at the office tomorrow.” he waved at you as you got in. You spotted Jay through your windows. He only winked at you before you saw him getting on the other cab that stopped behind yours.

After you got home, you changed into something comfortable quickly since Jay was only 2 minutes away from you. When your doorbell rang, you found a Jay

Park leaned against your door frame, looking as boyfriend as ever.

“Hi.” You beamed at him, tilting your head at the sight. You gave him your hands for him to come inside before you pulled him in a hug.

Jay sighed at the warmth of your body hugging him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, you stayed like that for a while before you took his hand and dragged him to your living room.

“So, I wanted to talk with you.” You started. Jay looked at you curiously but kind of guessing what were you going to say. He already knew how he felt.

You cleared your throat. “I feel things that I am not supposed to feel when I am with you, and it scares me.” You confessed, looking at your lap and playing with your fingers.

“I love my job but I also…” The words almost spilled from your mouth before you stopped yourself.

“You can’t decide between your job and me.” He said.

It sounded so cruel when he worded like that, you saw the pain in his eyes. You wish there was a way out of this without hurting each other or risking your careers.

“If you want to leave and date someone, it is okay.” You said, wishing deeply from your heart that he would say no. What would you do if he stands up and leaves you there like that? How were you supposed to be next to someone you are deeply in love with when they were in love with someone else. Even the thought of Jay touching someone made you feel devastated.

“I am terminating my contract.” He stared at you with glossy eyes. It felt like someone squeezed your heart inside your chest, the pain you felt was indescribable.

When a tear dropped down your cheek and you understood it all wrong, Jay smiled and kissed away your tear, making you flutter your eyelashes.

“Because I fell in love with you.”

“Dating each other and falling in love is forbidden and the other has the right to terminate the contract if it happens.”

“And I don’t care if it will cost me my job, I don’t give a fuck. I only want you. I want to be with you.” He held your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks lovingly.

“Jay…” You said his name in shock. You couldn’t find any words to say so you kissed him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “I am in love with you too.” You finally confessed, feeling light as ever.

“We will keep it a secret, I’ll let you be my dirty little secret forever if this is what it takes.” He talked, his lips caressed yours as he did. You tackled him on the couch, giving kisses all over his face. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Jay was a giggling mess under you, he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat that felt so peaceful.

That day Jay and you had a very long night, you let him fuck you without a condom the first time, and the second time and the third time. You both loved being connected like that, it felt so raw and intimate.

Then you talked for hours in your bed, only wrapped with your sheet, his hands all over you as you told him stories. Jay kept getting distracted because of your lips, so he stopped you midtalk to smash his lips against yours. He was so whipped for you and you felt the same way about him. Then he made you instant noodles because the activities you’ve done tired you enough, he wanted you to be full before you took a shower together.

In the shower, he took good care of you, helped you wash yourself and gave kisses and massages to you. His hands roamed all over you, caressed your thighs and hips, his lips attacked your collarbones before he wrapped you in his arms as you just swayed under the warm water. He dried you after the shower and watched you putting on lotion when he dried his black hair with a towel, getting flashbacks of the night he first stayed over.

Without asking you, he opened his suitcase and found a clean shirt that is way too oversized for you. He tucked the shirt over your head and then your arms, giving you the princess treatment of your life.

You realized you were so lucky to have him.

You patted the space next to you after he cozily tucked you in your bed.

Jay gladly lifted the covers and cuddled you, pulling your leg over his hip and pressing your face to his chest.

“You smell so good.” You mumbled as your fingers drew patterns on his back, which made Jay feel sleepy and safe. Being in your arms was definitely his favorite thing.

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He chuckled, placing a kiss on top of your head.

“Seems like it.” You kissed his chest. “What are we going to do at work tomorrow?” You asked in curiosity. Were you supposed to act like you still hated each other? How were you going to stand not touching him all day when he was sitting beside you.

“Don’t worry about work, everything will be okay.” He assured you. You just nodded, you trusted him with your whole heart. “I love you.” You mumbled against his chest for the 7th time that night.

“I love you more, y/n. More than you can ever imagine.”

With those words, you drifted off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

You opened your eyes in Jay’s embrace, his strong chest pressed against your back and his leg over yours, trapping you. His face was buried between your shoulder blades and it was so easy for you to feel his regular breathing hitting your skin.

You laughed when you couldn’t move in his strong grip.

“Baby?..” You caressed his arm that was over your stomach. He let out a whine.

“Jay, we will be late for work.” You turned around in his arms, pulling him from his thigh against you even more before you leaned in and pressed a kiss on your boyfriend’s neck.

He rolled you over and got on top, making you scream.

“Jay!!”

“Morning sex?”

“My god, what was in your dreams?” You slapped his chest lightly.

“You.”

You checked the time and calculated in how many minutes you can get a shower and have breakfast and dress up after having sex. It didn’t add up that well but, you loved your boyfriend so much.

“I can’t say no to you.” You giggled before Jay’s fingers hooked in your panties to slide them down. He already was hard from morning, and being in Jay’s existence only was enough to make you wet.

He took his cock out of his boxers and hugged you before he plunged into you, feeling your warm velvety walls around him without a condom. Only if you knew how heavenly you felt.

He lazily thrusted into you, it was so funny because you had to kiss his face to prevent him closing his eyes sometimes, he was still so sleepy.

You connected your lips in a passionate kiss as you wrapped your legs around him and made him go deeper in you.

“I love you so much.” Jay mumbled against your lips. Then he leaned to whisper in your ear. “and I love this pretty cunt. Always tight and wet for me.”

Your cheeks got the color of literal tomato to his dirty talk all of a sudden. But you didn’t want to be defeated by your shyness.

“Only for you, baby.” You bit down on his bottom lip and pulled it slightly between your teeth, making Jay hiss.

“Look at me when you cum, I wanna see that pretty face of yours.” He commanded and you were only able to nod to his words.

After a few more thrusts, you felt his cock twitching inside of you, so you knew he was so close. When he was about to pull out to cum on your stomach, you stopped him.

He stared at you in anticipation.

You stared at his eyes. “I want your cum.” You talked boldly, making Jay suck on his bottom lip that you were biting a few minutes ago.

He started giving you slow but hard thrusts, never breaking eye contact. Your rosy cheeks and little droplets of sweat forming on your forehead made you look gorgeous to him.

You reached your high before him and looked at him as you promised,

When Jay released his high inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum, he didn’t even want to leave your cunt. He wanted to stay there forever.

“I love you.” He kissed your cheek lovingly. “I love you, Jay.” You beamed at his spent face. After a moment of silence he spoke up.

“Should I pull out now orrr—“

“Lift me and take us to shower please we changed the sheets yesterday.” You bossed him and it made him laugh.

“Whatever my girl wants.”

At work, you never get to kiss Jay once and it was depressing you. You were missing your boyfriend so much, especially when he was sitting next to you like a snack, going through client files with his specks on. You watched him fix his tie from time to time and roll his sleeves up. How have you never realized how hot Jay was all these years? You hated yourself for it.

You decided to meet up in the restroom while no one was looking and Jay pulled you into a cabin from your hand, locking the door behind you.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He trapped you between himself and the wall. “Hi.” you cackled, finally kissing him after long hours for the first time.

He bent down to kiss your neck, inhaling your scent loudly. “I missed you so much.”

“Not being able to touch you is torture.” You pouted, caressing his lean shoulders over his shirt. When you were about to kiss again, you heard footsteps coming into the restroom.

Jay lifted you bridal style, and shushed you so no one would understand there were two people in the cabin.

“I swear to God, I saw it with my own eyes.” You heard Heeseung talking.

“Man, you were probably dreaming.” This was Jake who talked back to Heeseung.

“He was kissing her on the plane!” Heeseung whined to Jake because he wasn’t believing in him.

You and Jay looked at each other as your hand covered your mouth in shock. You saw Jay mouthing a ‘shit’ under his breath.

“Bro, y/n hates Jay’s guts. Is this April fools?” He laughed and Heeseung rolled his eyes at his unseriousness.

“Watch me get Jay fired with this, then you can have a laugh.”

You opened your mouth to yell at Heeseung but Jay was so quick to cover your mouth with his own hand, shaking his head saying you no.

“Hmm, then you can get Jay’s position and be partners with y/n.” Jake smiled as he was checking himself in the mirror.

Heeseung sang. “Exactly.” and he left the room.

“Wait!!! Heeseung?? What about me then?” Jake ran after him after he realized his partner was going to leave him alone.

When Jay put you down on the floor, there was a deadly silence between you two. He put his hands on his waist before he talked.

“You are not gonna do anything about this y/n, okay?” He taunted you very seriously, you wanted to protest so badly but you were able to see how angry he was and you didn’t want to make him even more frustrated.

But you already set your mind about what you were going to do and no one could have stopped you about it.

You had your eyes on Heeseung all day, watching his every move. You had to go to Jackson’s office before he does and talk with him. When it was almost leaving time, you got the piece of paper from the printer and made your way to your boss’ office.

You knocked on his door and waited for him to let you in.

“Boss? Can we talk?”

Jackson looked at the paper in your hand, furrowing his eyebrows. “Y/n, what’s going on? Is that-” Before he was about to finish his words, the door knocked, and Jay came in.

“Hey, boss” He said, then his eyes met with yours.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He raised his eyebrows as he stared at you and your heart felt heavy when you saw the paper he was holding in his hand.

“Jay..?” Your eyes teared up when you realized both of you were in the room to resign to be with each other.

“Okay can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

Jay mouthed you a ‘it’s okay’ before he walked up to Jackson’s desk, putting the paper in front of him.

“Boss, I fell in love with your best lawyer.” He said smiling at you, while you couldn’t hold back your tears spilling down your cheeks. “And she deserves this job just like she deserved her first in Harvard.”

Jackson was too stunned to speak at this point, he was so confused, because he was sure you wanted to smack down each other only a month ago.

You wiped away your tears and protested. “No! I am resigning. Keep Jay, he loves his job.”

“Y/n I told you to do nothing about this.” He spoke between his teeth, obviously angry because you didn’t listen to him. What was he expecting though, you were always such a trouble maker since he met you.

“Boss, I fell in love with him first, fire me.” You crossed your arms in front of yourself, raising your one eyebrow at Jay like you were dueling him.

Jay bit the inside of his cheek. “You did?” He pouted, fluttering his eyelashes. You turned to him. “I am pretty sure, I did.” You tilted your head. Jay first acted like he was defeated but then turned back to Jackson.

“Lies– fire me now, Boss, I am ready.”

As Jackson was about to speak his door opened again, a beautiful woman came into his room. You literally saw Jackson’s eyes sparkling when he saw her.

“Hey, handsome.” She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. You blinked a few times to be sure you were seeing right. You looked at Jay, seeing his face as surprised as yours.

“Oh am I interrupting your work?” She said, giggling shyly.

Jackson cleared his throat before he introduced you to the woman.

“This is Mrs. Kim, the client I made you guys study on her divorce case.” After making you work on that case, Jackson asked you to give him everything you guys have found and he went to the court instead of you and won the case. The work you did was spectacular, so it was so easy for him in the court, defending the woman he once loved.

“I need to thank you two as well then.” She smiled at you. “Everything went so smoothly, now I am with the love of my life again.”

You choked on your spit, excusing yourself as you turned back and coughed your lungs out.

“So you found the love of your life because of us?” Jay asked Jackson, pointing between himself and you as he did.

This seemed like he owed you two a big thank you.

Again, before Jason was about to talk, the door opened again and this time Heeseung rushed in. Jay sent him a deadly look.

“Boss, I need to talk to you about something.” He said, but then saw the woman sitting on the armrest of Jackson’s chair, and Jay’s resignation letter on his desk. An annoying smile covered his face.

“What is going on?”

You walked up to Heeseung and pushed him from his chest. “I know that you saw us kissing on the plane, you idiot.”

Jackson put his head between his hands. “Were you guys publicly making out on the business trip I sent you?!”

Heeseung got rid of your grip and runned up to Jackson’s desk. “Exactly, boss. I am volunteering for Jay’s position.”

Jay walked up to Heeseung and grabbed him from his collar this time, “You piece of shit—“

You screamed, pulling Jay to yourself from his blazer, Jake and the girls stormed into the room since they realized something was going on.

“Enough!” Jackson yelled, standing up from his chair, making everyone look at him. Jay let go of Heeseung’s shirt in a forceful way, making him stumble a few steps back.

“If you guys had let me speak. Just for ONCE. You would understand what I wanted to say.” He loosened his tie out of frustration. One thing about attorneys that they loved to talk, which was their best skill that comes with their job.

“There are no more rules.” He said silently, sitting back down like it was nothing.

“Huh?” You raised one eyebrow at your boss.

“You heard me. Everyone is free to date whoever.”

“But boss—“ Heeseung tried to complain but Jackson put his hand up, silencing him.

“The love of my life was my partner too, and if I never had the courage to date her because of some stupid rule, now she wouldn’t be standing next to me.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to his side.

“And I am not willing to lose my best attorneys just because they love each other now.” He laughed at himself. “Maybe less bickering and more kissing would make you guys work harder, who knows?”

A stupid smile took over your face before you looked at your boyfriend and saw his pretty eyes staring at you back. You finally got the best of both worlds.

“Now please leave my office and get back to work.” He dismissed everyone, obviously wanting to take care of his girlfriend.

The night of the eventful day, you were over at Jay’s place for him to cook dinner for you and watch some Netflix. He made you your favorite food, and that day you found out his favorite color was purple.

“Baby, do you remember Harvard forums, where they write loads of shit about graduates anonymously?” You asked, as Jay was laying on your lap and you played with his hair.

“Hmm, I do of course, why?” He asked, getting more comfortable on your lap as his hand grabbed your upper leg.

You snorted. “I swear to God, there was an entry about someone wanting us to fuck each other on our graduation day… Now I am thinking maybe they were right about us.”

Jay giggled against your skin. “So you’re saying everyone knew we actually didn’t hate each other, we thought we did because we admired each other so badly, it hurted our egos and turned into hate.”

“Oh my god!” You slapped his shoulder. “You are right!”

Jay laughed, “Do you wanna put an entry now?” He laid on his back to look up at you. You nodded in an eager way.

Jay got his laptop from his room and got back on the couch with you, the movie you put on long forgotten.

“So, what are we gonna write?” He asked, tapping his fingers on the keyboard nonchalantly.

“Just write your worst enemy can be the person you are deeply in love with and then add our names.” You said smiling, tucking a piece of hair behind his hair. Jay turned his head and kissed your hand before he started writing what you said to him.

That night when you were cuddled into each other and sleeping peacefully, a notification sound came from Jay’s phone, but none of you heard it because of how deep you were sleeping in each other's arms, knowing there were no obstacles holding you back from loving each other freely.

The notification was a reply to Jay’s entry on Harvard’s forum:

-THEY FINALLY FUCKED I CAN DIE PEACEFULLY NOW. <3

THE END.

EXTRAS: HYUNG LINE AS OLD LOVE SONGS SERIES ⍘ PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER (story sets in the DIRTY LITTLE SECRET universe)

#jay x reader #jay smut #enhypen fics #enhypen #jay fluff #jay fics #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #smut #romance #fanfiction #rivals to lowers #fwb to lovers #dirty little secret

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There’s something about Elemental that I love but I can’t quite seem to articulate.

[Spoilers by the way]

At the end of the movie, Ember and Wade leave together so Ember can take her internship at the glass company. This is supposedly a full time thing for her, which means she’s moving. Like yeah, she underestimates herself like “oh it probably won’t go anywhere and I’ll be back home soon,” but that’s a very “ooh this is a big step and I don’t feel ready to move out” mentality (literally told my parents I’d be back at the end of my first year’s lease, it’s just a mental safety net, but boy was that a relatable line for me). Regardless of her lack of confidence in herself and this potential new job, she is moving out. And Wade is going with her.

She had said “I want to travel the world with you.” That’s great, and I hope they do, but that’s not what’s happening here. It’s said that this is several months, maybe even a year after the main events of the movie. The majority of the movie itself spans a couple weeks or so (edit: I counted, it’s about 8-12 days). So by the time they leave for Ember’s internship, Ember and Wade have been dating for a while. Anywhere between three months and a year. Wade is leaving with her, and it’s difficult for me to believe they’re going anywhere but the same place. Which means they’re moving in together.

Now I know that it sounds like I’m just freaking out and being incoherent about a ship, but the truth of the matter is, that’s really mature of Pixar.

Family friendly and kid-centric animation tends not to push anything but the “fall in love, kiss, get married, move in, have babies” pipeline. But what I loved about Elemental was that it portrayed a REALISTIC, HEALTHY, and MATURE relationship. One where the couple has arguments about real things that matter and after space, they talk it out. One where “I don’t understand” isn’t an invitation to shut down (even if Ember meant it that way in the heat of the moment), but an invitation to try and learn. One where anger and “I’m leaving” can be met with “I’m coming with you,” and one where the couple doesn’t just love each other right off the bat, they have to DATE MANY TIMES AND GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER, SEE EACH OTHER IN THE WORST OF TIMES, and THEN, realize they’re in love. AND they said it out loud, which doesn’t happen often either (edit: I am well aware that a week or two is a very short amount of time to fall in love, but I’m gonna cut them A LITTLE slack because it’s not like. 3 days, and also they seemingly saw each other every single day for those couple weeks and had the months after that. It’s rare, but sometimes, when you know, you know).

But beyond that. Beyond dating, getting to know each other, communicating and helping each other out, and deciding “yes, we can and should be together,” Elemental showed these two doing an adult thing together—leaving home and moving out. Because they are ADULTS. And the fact that I felt like this movie was targeted towards me and my peers the same way a PG-13 or R rated movie might be, strictly because of the realism in the character’s interactions and dynamic, that is something that I absolutely adore. Like, Zootopia was a kid’s movie with mature themes. Miraculous is a kid’s show with mature themes. Even Avatar: The Last Airbender was clearly targeted towards children, even though we all know it has something for everyone.

But Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. The Spider-Verse movies. And honestly, Elemental. These feel like our movies. Movies I’m glad the kids can enjoy, but they’re made for us. The 20- and 30-year-olds.

I’m just so happy to see animation studios treating adult characters like real people. Maybe soon people will start to recognize animation as a legitimate form of storytelling, too.

I loved Elemental. I really did.

#AND THAT’S MY RANT #Elemental #Wade Ripple #Ember Lumen #Animation #Animated movies #Animated shows #Elemental Pixar #Miraculous Ladybug #Puss in Boots The Last Wish #Avatar the Last Airbender #Into the Spider Verse #Across the Spider Verse #Pixar #Rant #Mine

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foreingersgod · 12 days

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Can you write about CC inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by Sza

Like how your the only one she opens up to and completely trusts

Nobody gets me . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: nobody gets me by sza

A/N: avoided the angsty part of this song cause i feel like i’ve been in too much of an angsty mood LMAO! enjoy loves !

for a while, you and caitlin had an on and off relationship. sometimes you only got together just to hook up, at some point you tried being official for while, but nothing had ever really stuck and you just continued on with your normal back and forth routine. it worked well for the both of you, too busy with school and basketball that you didn’t want to pester each other with means of labeling your relationship. but you found comfort within each other and practically spent every waking moment with one another. to be completely transparent, you’d always had really intense feelings for her, but you didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful thing you had had with her already.

graduation was approaching swiftly, and you found that the two of you were hanging out much less often. cait was dealing with the championship and procrastinating saying her goodbyes to her team. and you were finishing up your studies and internships. when she did come over, though, she was extremely exhausted and distant.

you had sensed that something was bothering her, but you didn’t want to push it. knowing caitlin, she got stressed and overwhelmed about a lot of things and she hardly ever talked about it. when she did speak about what was on her mind she had to do it on her own terms.

on one particular wednesday night, however, she had shown up at your door in tears. a rare scene to behold. you’d never seen her cry unless it was after a huge loss for iow, but even then, it wasn’t like this. she was hiccuping from the sobs, with her face red from running her hands down her face.

“caitlin…hey what’s going on?” she said nothing as you immediately ushered her into your apartment. you got her situated on your couch, telling you’d be just a second and you were going to grab her some tissues and water.

“no!” she cried, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to leave “don’t leave me please”

you sat down next to her, extremely worried. “i won’t, im right here, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

she shook her head violently and collapsed into you. her face hidden somewhere between your neck and shoulder, trying to suppress her sobs. her whole body shook as she continued crying, you rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down.

“cait, you’re making me nervous, what’s going on?” you urged again.

“i’m so scared, YN” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you.

“of what?”

“of this” you looked at her extremely confused. “of graduating, of moving on, of saying goodbye to the team…”

“cait those are very normal things to be upset about, you shouldn’t have to be scared to continue on this amazing path you’re-” wiping away some of her tears with your thumb, you tired to comfort her before she cut you off abruptly.

“but i’m scared of losing you” her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, so overwhelmed by with these feelings coming out all at once.

“me? what are you talking about?”

“i just-” she tried to steady her breathe “i’ve realized that i haven’t taken this thing we’ve had seriously enough. i-i’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when we go our separate ways…and i don’t want that YN, i don’t think i can be without you.”

“hey,” you grabbed her hand “i’ll always be here, we’ll still call and text and when you’re in town we can grab lunch! i’m not just gonna stop being your friend, silly!”

“but i don’t want to be your friend!”

you were struck with shock at her statement, completely unaware of where this was all coming from.

“the closer we get to separating from each other, the more i’ve become of aware of how much i’m fucking in love with you”

her eyes were studying your facial features, trying to pull a reaction from you, but you stood completely starstruck.

“nobody gets me like you do,” her voice cracking, close to crying again. “i don’t think i can be away from you. im scared it’s too late and i don’t want to lose what’s left of you..of what we have. and, i’ll be honest, i don’t want to see you with anyone else but me. nobody gets me like you do, im serious. i only like myself when i’m with you”

you felt yourself about to cry too, you had no idea she felt this way.

“you’re the only one i can actually be myself with. and you’re the only person i want to be around every second of the day. and i know it sounds crazy, and i don’t expect you to put everything on hold just because i’m sitting here crying and dropping this huge love bomb on you but i-”

you cut her off, throwing your arms around her shoulders, and pulling her into a gentle kiss. you could feel your tears mix together as you desperately pulled her in closer. after wanting her all to yourself, your feeling were finally reciprocated and it felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you, caitlin” you pulled away, smiling “i’m not going to leave you”

“thank you,” she said with her tears finally dried “for loving me, for trusting me, and for staying. i don’t think i could make it without you”

she stayed the night at your place that night. she told you about all the stuff she had kept hidden away when she started becoming distant; she told you about the stress of classes and the team and the draft. everything. she felt like she could stay up all night with you and completely e open up to you because nobody gets her like you do.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #sza #sza imagine

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danaewrites · 2 months

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Helmet Over Heels

part i: the winter of our discontent

din djarin x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 3.8k

summary: When your path literally collides with a beskar-covered Mandalorian one night, neither of you expect how that meeting will irreversibly change the trajectory of your lives.

You’re pulled into his powerful orbit, agreeing to take care of his son in exchange for adventure and freedom– when he’s not off hunting bounties and inadvertently saving villages in need, that is. It’s the perfect plan. Or it would be, if only your quiet crush on the man would stop growing into something more with every hour you spend together. There’s no way he’d ever feel the same, right?

And Din? Well, he’s been trying (and failing) to convince himself that he’s not completely helmet over heels for you since day one. But a Mandalorian can only repress his emotions for so long…

(This fic takes place sometime after Season 2. Din’s back on his bounty-hunting business with a Razor Crest that was never destroyed and an adorable green sidekick who won’t stop chewing on its wires.)

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, slow-ish burn, nicknames, touch-starved din djarin and fem!reader, canon-compliant through season 2 and then Jesus takes the wheel :P

author's notes:

hello and welcome to my first ever mando fic!! i binged the entirety of the first two seasons in a week to get me through tedious internship work and accidentally fell in love with our favorite space dad and his cute green child along the way. oops (i regret nothing)

with the outline i currently have for this fic, it’ll be around 11-12 chapters, although that’s likely to grow as we get deeper into the story. the posting schedule might be anywhere from once a week to once a month, but this wip *will* be finished.

the second chapter's scheduled to upload next week as a little treat for y'all, so if you want to catch it then hit that follow button or ask to be added to my taglist! ;)

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii, part iv coming soon!

You watched the last of tonight’s drunken patrons stumble out of the cantina and into the bitter Nath night with a relieved sigh. Wiping your hands on the stained apron tied around your waist, you fished a set of bronze keys out of a tiny pocket and began your nightly walk around the perimeter of the bar, locking doors and pulling down rusty shutters as you went. The cantina was silent aside from your quiet shuffling– a welcome reprieve from its usual crowded bustle and chatter so hectic you could barely hear your own thoughts.

You hummed softly as you adjusted booths back to their original positions and swept crumbs off of battered tabletops, wishing that the small holospeaker at the edge of the room hadn’t been broken in a recent bar fight. Swaying to its pre-Imperial oldies throughout your long, exhausting shifts had been one of the only perks of working in this run-down cantina, but without the soothing ambience of music, a chill threatened to sink into your bones and paralyze you with the deep depression this side of the planet seemed to have succumbed to.

You never planned to stay here for as long as you had. No one really did, except for criminals who knew that no one would willingly come here to search for them and locals who had never known anything else. Nath might have been charming, once– all soft snowflakes and peaceful walks under sepia-toned streetlights– but that was before the Empire had destroyed every semblance of comfort and culture and replaced them with brutalist brick structures that were already crumbling under the weight of their makers’ crimes. The fear lingered long after the Imps had finally left the post, reflected in the sad eyes of the fishmongers’ children and the way one would be hard-pressed to find a factory worker who didn’t spend his nights nursing a bottle and the ghosts of blaster scars across his back.

You had your own scars, of course, but you still held out hope that things would change and you’d make it out of here– although that hope was gradually diminishing as off-world shuttles visited less and less frequently and the permanent winter worsened. Five years ago, you’d been unceremoniously dropped off at the town’s dingy port, forced to land after your shuttle to Corellia was damaged by an unexpected detour through an asteroid field. You’d taken the cantina job thinking you’d only stay long enough to pay for passage on an outgoing ship, but soon learned that any shuttle risking the terrible weather to land here would also charge an exorbitant boarding price– one that would take you years to afford with the meager pay you received. And your tentative plan of stowing away on a spice freighter and sneaking off once it arrived at its destination (you weren’t picky about where, so long as it wasn’t Nath) was tempered by the increasingly likelihood that you’d get blown to pieces the minute you entered space by one of the pirate gangs that ruled the atmosphere these days. So– you were stuck here, at least for now.

The smell of something burning in the back of the cantina drew you out of your thoughts. Cursing, you raced to the kitchen, where your dinner was quickly blackening on the stove. Kriff. You shut off the burner, staring at the charred mess before you for a few seconds before dejectedly scraping it into an almost-overflowing trash bin. Well, there went your plan to eat quickly and head to your tiny flat before the storm outside worsened. Your rental pod had barely enough space for your bed and a miniscule bathroom, so you had to use the cantina kitchen if you wanted to stay fed– but the stove here was so old, it took half an hour longer than usual to cook anything. You resigned yourself to another night sleeping in a booth, since the flurry outside would prevent you from navigating your way home safely.

You sliced up a few vegetables and set them to simmer in a pot with the last of the herbed broth and sandseed noodles from today’s lunch special, glancing at the bin next to you. It was probably a good idea to take out the foul-smelling waste before you were sealed in next to it all night. Wrinkling your nose at the unappealing scraps of food threatening to fall off the top of the pile, you hefted the bin up and maneuvered it through the back door of the cantina, being careful not to stain your apron any more than it already was. The harsh winds nipped at every sliver of exposed skin and dusted your hair with a pearlescent sheen of snow, making you wish you’d thought to slip on something warmer than your thin blouse and trousers before leaving the protection of the kitchen.

You navigated through the blizzard to the end of the dark alleyway behind the cantina, your path lit only by two buzzing lamps at each end of the narrow corridor. You scrunched your face up against the cold, willing yourself to keep walking despite your extremely limited night vision. Just a few more steps, and then you’d be free of your compostable burden for the night. You turned the corner, stepping to the left where you knew the trash compactor was, and immediately collided with a giant hunk of metal.

Said hunk of metal cursed loudly as it stumbled head-first over the garbage bin you’d dropped in shock after the impact, falling forward into the snow. “Dank ferrik!”

Your eyes grew wide as the glow of the flickering streetlights illuminated the very-much-alive Mandalorian lying in front of you. It was just your luck that you’d managed to potentially injure the kind of warrior you’d only heard about in hushed rumors, or at least someone who was wearing the armor of one. Okay, injure was a strong word, but all that cold, hard beskar couldn’t be very comfortable to fall on despite the protection it offered.

“Stars, I’m so sorry, let me–”

You reached forward, stretching out a hand to help the Mandalorian up when a small green head suddenly popped up out of a tawny bag slung across their side. You yelped in surprise, losing your balance on the icy road and toppling forward. You winced, bracing yourself and preparing for the inevitable impact– except right as you were about to hit the ground, one steel-clad arm shot out to grab your wrist while the other steadied your hips. You gasped at the warmth of the unexpected contact, pulse quickening as you stared at the–man? person?–beneath you, the only thing preventing you from a nasty collection of bruises appearing across your side tomorrow.

A deep baritone sounded from the helmet– likely modulated, from the slightly grainy tone. “Are you alright?”

Definitely a man, then. You pointedly ignored the butterflies that stirred to life in your stomach at the sound of his voice, praying that he would attribute your shiver to the cold and nothing more. Stars, this was getting more embarrassing by the minute. You tucked away the thought, making a note to do some serious soul-searching later on about the depth of your touch-starvation and its potential impact on your mental state.

You gave a quick nod, muttering your thanks and carefully rolling to the side as you dusted clumps of snow off of your trousers. You looked up at him to see him gently picking up the little green creature you’d been so startled by earlier and tucking it back into the bag, pulling his cloak over its head to shield it from the chill. That was… rather cute, actually. You thought Mandalorians were supposed to be scary fighters, dedicated to nothing but their Creed, but this one was clearly fond of the small thing clinging to him. You couldn’t blame him; the green creature’s big ears and bug eyes were adorably endearing.

The cold winds picked up pace, and you wondered why anyone would be out here during such a storm as you got to your feet. Anyone local would have sought shelter hours ago, and no freighter would dare to land in such conditions.

“Are you... lost?” You tentatively asked. “Can I help you find someone?”

The Mandalorian remained silent for several long seconds, helmet tilted slightly. Whatever he saw in your face seemed to have settled well with him, and he released a quiet huff through the modulator.

“I need to get food. For my son,” he eventually admitted, gesturing to the baby peeking up at you.

“Oh!” You brightened up considerably as you remembered the flavorful soup you’d started earlier. “Well– I work in a cantina back there,” you said, pointing behind you at the rusted door that led to the kitchen.

“We’re technically closed right now, but I’m sure I can work something out.” You winked at the curious child, smiling as he let out a happy babble.

The Mandalorian’s helmet hadn’t moved from its focus in your direction, and you suddenly felt nervous. Which seemed stupid, because–yeah, it felt intense, but was he even looking at you from behind the dark visor of his helmet? For all you knew, he was making the most ridiculous expression at you behind all that beskar and you’d never know. The absurd thought made you snicker softly. If no one could see your face, you’d definitely act goofy at people all the time.

The Mandalorian’s head tilted slightly, and whoops, he’d definitely noticed your little moment now if he hadn’t been paying attention before. Your face reddened and you quickly gestured for him to follow you as you unlocked the door to the kitchen, relieved when you heard the soft clink of his armor come through the doorway behind you.

You placed your hands on your hips, surveying the dimly lit cantina and deciding to lead the duo to a worn table close to the bar. It looked unassuming, but the chairs were the comfiest in the cantina and you figured the baby would appreciate something softer than the coarse bag he’d been in.

Once they’d gotten settled in, you set about finding a mug of blue milk for the kid and some water for the Mandalorian. You brought the drinks over to the pair, hiding a smile at how eagerly the little green baby reached for his.

“You’re pretty thirsty, huh?” You observed as the baby slurped up the cerulean beverage. Shooting the tall, beskar-clad man a glance out of the corner of your eye, you continued, “Must have been quite the trip. Most people don’t usually travel to this side of the galaxy for vacation.”

To your disappointment, the Mandalorian remained as still and stoic as ever. Well, that just wouldn’t do. He was your first visitor in years from anywhere outside of Nath, and you were absolutely not letting him leave without getting a bit of juicy detail on life outside of your current drudgery. You decided to go for another angle.

“You know, kids need good role models in their lives. Ones that show them how to socialize with others and communicate. Display generosity of the loquacious sort, even.” You shrugged innocently in your best attempt to mimic the overly casual air the old women at the tea shop always used before passive-aggressively attempting to set you up with their stay-at-home-nephews. “Never too late to start.”

You got the distinct feeling that he was laughing at you under that helmet. Rude. Huffing, you sat down across the table from him and crossed your arms, trying to guess where under his visor his eyes were. Once you were half-confident that you’d found the spot, you stared intensely at it with your most intimidating expression. Which wasn’t saying much, seeing as you had the firepower of a soggy Lothkitten and probably came off as more desperate than anything.

“Isn’t there some sort of honor code for Mandalorians? One that includes being noble to strangers and whatnot?”

No response. Argh.

“Well, I’d consider it pretty noble to provide a lonely soul such as myself with a bit of storytelling entertainment on this frigid evenin–”

Your final attempt at prying some information out of the armored man was interrupted by the sound of the kitchen timer beeping increasingly louder and louder until you were sure the whole cantina was vibrating with the tinny noise.

“KRIFF, not again!”

You bolted out of your seat towards the kitchen, but not before you heard a thinly disguised huff of amusement coming out of the modulator. Okay, he was definitely laughing at you.

Once you’d successfully saved the soup from imminent destruction-via-cursed-stove and somewhat regained your pride, you finally made your way back to the table with three steaming bowls of noodles. You placed the smallest one in front of the child, who cooed happily and immediately began plopping his hands in the bowl. The Mandalorian huffed in exasperation and began prying little green fingers out of the bowl. “Hey. Quit that, we talked about this,” he grumbled. You winced as broth sloshed out of the bowl, landing dangerously close to the baby’s tunic. The kid’s lower lip started to tremble, a blaring warning sign that a tantrum was going to occur in approximately ten seconds if he wasn’t distracted from his current petulant state.

“Oh– hey, bug, don’t do that,” you said as both father and son turned to look at you. You leaned closer to the wide-eyed baby and pointed to his bowl. “That’s pretty hard to scoop up, yeah? Look, there are easier ways to eat it,” you explained as you brought the bowl up to your lips and raised an eyebrow, hoping that he would do the same. The kid blinked up at you for several long seconds before turning to his father with outstretched hands. The Mandalorian sighed, but held up the dish as requested. You hid a smile behind your bowl at the sight.

“Good job! Okay, now we’re going to try something fun–” You mimed slurping up the soup with a silly face at the baby, who burbled something incomprehensible in response but finally followed your example and focused on his food.

When you were sure that the baby’s clothes were no longer in danger of being drenched by broth– and by extension, frozen stiff whenever the pair headed back into the storm–you quietly tucked into your own meal, closing your eyes at the warm memories the comforting flavours brought. Not for the first time, you missed the earthy smell and placid weather of your homeworld, a stark contrast to this icy prison of a planet.

“You are… good with him.”

Your eyes darted up to find the Mandalorian’s helmet angled directly at you. Your face heated at the observation and you gave a small laugh, willing yourself to resist fidgeting under his gaze.

“I– thank you, I’ve always liked kids. Used to volunteer in the nursery back home, actually, before the Empire stole every resource from it they could.”

Your eyes widened with sudden realization. “You’re not Imperial, are you?”

The Mandalorian scoffed vehemently, the most emotion he’d displayed since he’d fallen back in the alley. “No.”

Well, that answered a few questions at least. You were prepared to move on from the conversation when he hesitantly spoke, “My ship ran into a few… asteroids. Is there a mechanic nearby?”

You set down your spoon, thinking. The closest asteroid field was four solar systems away and almost entirely inaccessible if one was traveling through hyperspace, so the likelihood that he’d truly run into one was small. In that case, he probably had damage from some kind of fight— seeing as the average pacifist wouldn’t need that much armor— and would want someone reliable who wasn’t going to ask questions about laser-sized holes in his ship’s hull.

He hadn’t tried to kill or rob you yet, so you figured his personal tussles were none of your business and decided to give him an honest recommendation. You directed him to a small mechanical hub close to the ice huts where there were few ships and even fewer nosy citizens. “The owner, Sanna, is the best in town,” you admitted. “I haven’t had the chance to visit her personally, but she’s known for being very discreet.”

He nodded, entering the coordinates you’d given him into some sort of device on his wrist. You tried to contain your pleased expression at correctly guessing his reason for being on Nath. And it had only taken you… well, four tries, but that was better than nothing!

“What is your price?”

You blinked, confused. “My price?”

There was that increasingly frequent head tilt again. His helmet tipped forward, scanning you. “For the food. And information.” He clarified slowly.

“Oh,” you spoke, surprised. “It’s okay, I was making dinner for myself anyway. And you’d have found out the location of the mechanic from someone else eventually,” you shrugged.

You couldn’t see his face, but from the disbelieving tone of his voice you imagined his eyebrows to be raised. “Not many people would turn down credits.”

You winced, reminded of your costly dream to get off-world, but there was no way you’d accept this stranger’s money for such a small favor when he had a kid he needed to provide for. “Yeah, well. Guess I’m not most people,” you laughed sheepishly.

The Mandalorian muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like no, you definitely are not. You squinted at him accusingly.

“Hey, you better not be making fun of my interrogation tactics, metal man.” You leaned forward to poke his soup bowl emphatically. Hm, that was strange– he hadn’t so much as touched it. Did Mandalorians follow some kind of special diet? You resolved to look that up the next time you had access to a datapad.

“Wouldn’t dream of doing that to a lonely soul like yourself.” He responded dryly.

You gasped in mock offense, forgetting your previous train of thought and internally groaning that he’d remembered that part of your disastrous attempt to weasel information out of him. Yeesh. Not your most eloquent moment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you cared,” you shot back in the most syrupy-sweet tone you could muster.

The kid grinned up at you with sharp teeth and blew a soupy bubble towards your face in response. You smiled down at him, adding, “But if you really want to repay me, then bring me back a good story about this little guy the next time you crash land through a— what did you call it? Asteroid field.” You highly doubted the duo would ever willingly return, but if making a deal gave this man peace of mind to know his imaginary debt was settled in some future way then so be it.

The lights in the cantina began to flicker and you got up with a frown, walking over to the electrical box behind the bar. The dull grey display, crammed with incomprehensibly labelled switches and flashing lights that would give anyone a headache, alerted you that the main generator had been depleted of power. You scrambled over to a window, prying open the shutters a crack only to be met with a dark swirl of snow that completely obscured your view of the street. Stars, the storm had worsened quickly— there was absolutely no chance you were making it home tonight. You slammed the shutter closed and turned around with a grimace that didn’t go unnoticed by the Mandalorian.

“What is it?” He questioned, modulated voice growing wary at the expression on your face.

“We’re running out of power, the main generator’s down from the storm so these lights are going to have to shut off soon. I think there’s enough in the emergency generator to heat the cantina through the night, though.” You hesitated, not sure how to break the bad news. “Unfortunately, the weather is— unmanageable. You’re not making it out of here to the mechanic’s until the blizzard lets up.”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, so you continued talking. “I was.. planning on sleeping here tonight.” You muttered, trying to think of a plan. You glanced at the sleepy child resting on the Mandalorian’s beskar chest plate. “I usually keep a couple blankets here for that reason— pretty sure there’s enough to cover the baby, but you might need to be okay with sharing.”

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, searching your memory for where the emergency supplies were kept. Kriff. How were you supposed to know that you’d be snowed in, and with guests no less? Your grumpy boss really should have put instructions for this type of situation in the closing shift directions instead of the usual “sweep the floors” or your personal favorite: “if the customer creates a corpse, they gotta clean it up themselves”.

The Mandalorian interrupted your musings with a firm, “No need,” gesturing to the charcoal cloak fastened around his pauldrons. You eyed it dubiously, but supposed that the material looked thick enough. That was probably to your benefit, anyway, since you were something of a notorious blanket hog and didn’t think he’d take kindly to having his sheets ripped off him in the dead of night. That seemed like a quick way to wake up with more bruises than you went to sleep with.

“Well— alright then,” you sighed at last, tossing the smaller of your blankets to the man and tucking the other into the side of a nearby booth. “I’ll shut off the lights in a moment. Refresher’s that way, if you need it,” you pointed to the end of a dimly lit hall. The Mandalorian nodded once, then returned his attention to carefully cocooning the child in his lap. You set to work fluffing up your own makeshift bed, folding the cleanest dishtowel you could find into a pillow before trudging over to the light switch and enveloping the room in darkness.

Quietly feeling your way back to your booth, your eyes adjusted to the pitch-black little by little. You pulled your hair out of its messy updo and curled up on the seat, body slowly relaxing. It was strange, hearing the muffled rhythm of breaths coming from lungs that weren’t your own, but oddly soothing in its own way.

“G’night,” you mumbled, half-asleep already, consciousness swirled down the psychological drain by the overpowering storm raging outside. The lull-and-hitch of the baby’s soft snores echoing off of solid beskar set you drifting off to sleep faster than you had as a child, so lost to the world that you were sure you dreamed the quiet, belated whisper that sounded back to you.

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h00nerz · 9 months

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THIRTY-EIGHT / i should have known

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warnings: mentions of violence/murder, mention of cheating kinda, that’s it afaik

word count: 4.5k (sorry)

THE LAST FEW DAYS HAD BEEN A WHIRLWIND OF EMOTIONS. Not only were you still trying to decide how to proceed on your Chat Noir issue, you were also battling a never ending wave of anxiety.

You had never been invited to a fancy event before—and definitely not a fashion event. You still couldn’t believe you had gotten an invitation to the Choi Designs launch party. For the last few weeks you had known about it, you’d spent every second you weren’t thinking about Chat Noir trying to plan the perfect outfit. You needed to prove you knew a thing or two about fashion before you attempted to network with the other attendees.

The fashion world was extremely daunting, but you were confident in your abilities. Even though yes, you were wracked with nerves, you also knew you would be able to pull out on top alright. Design was in your blood, and today was the day you would get to prove that.

Today was not going to be about Yeonjun, or Chat Noir, or any man for that matter.

“Okay, Jeongin just texted me to tell me he, Gyu and Heeseung are on their way.” Sieun announced as she walked into your room. After lots of convincing, you had finally agreed to let Heeseung drive the five of you to the event, so long as he dropped you off a block away. Apparently Beomgyu had gotten the okay from Yeonjun to take Jeongin and Heeseung, so now you were all going.

You nodded, while you smoothed your hands over the bottom of your dress. You had decided on a mini dress inspired by vintage Chanel you made recently, and a long black ribbon tied around your neck that trailed down your back. To top it all off, you wore your most expensive pair of black heels, courtesy of Choi Designs themselves. It was elegant, but also cute.

“Ahh, Y/N! You look so good!” Sieun sang, running up to hug you from behind. You giggled and looked away to try to hide your embarrassment. “You’re going to knock the socks off of everyone there!”

“Yeah, I hope so.” You said quietly, your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. “Sie… Can you tell me that I’m a good designer? That I’m going to make it? I’m just really nervous.” It was an embarrassing thing to ask her, but she was your closest friend. If anyone was going to ease your nerves, it was Sieun.

She smiled at you through the mirror, then gently spun you around to face her. “Y/N. I’m not just saying this because you asked me to. You are seriously one of the most talented people I know. I mean, you designed your own Ladybug suit, and you designed this gorgeous dress… You’re going to get offered internships to all of the best fashion companies in this city.”

Her hands gripped onto you tightly, and you could feel your nerves slowly melting away. “Just… If you end up becoming a rich and famous designer, you can’t forget about me, okay? We still need to start our magazine together one day.” With that, she pulled you in for a tight hug, burying her face in your neck.

You hugged her back, smiling into her long, blonde hair. “Thank you. And don’t worry, I don’t think I could ever forget you.”

A loud, horrible noise filled the space outside your apartment, and unfortunately you recognized that song. “Jesus, Hee has got to get a new horn for that thing.” Sieun muttered, pulling away from the hug with a quiet sniffle.

You giggled. “He needs to get a whole new car is what he really needs.”

The two of you left your apartment, and wandered down to the street to see that Heeseung had actually parked semi-normally (his front tire was up on the curb). Even more surprising, it looked like he had taken Dongshik through a car wash.

“Ladies!” Heeseung greeted you, sticking his head out the car window. “You both look great, especially you, Sieun. Y/N, you look okay.”

As Jeongin pulled open the van door, you frowned. “So, we don’t both look great?”

Heeseung hummed. “I guess not. Just Sieun.”

You rolled your eyes. His attempt at flirting was pathetic, really.

As you got into the van, Jeongin stared at you with wide eyes. “Wow, Y/N. You look pretty. I mean, not pretty pretty. Nice, I mean. You look nice. Just normal. I haven’t ever considered you attractive. That would be weird. You’re my friend.” He started to ramble.

“Why are you acting like a freak?” You asked, sitting down next to Beomgyu in the backseat.

“I’m not! Stop looking at me!” Jeongin cried out, and turned to rest his head against his window.

Beomgyu nudged you. “Did you make that dress?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yep. Just finished it a few nights ago.”

“Cool. It looks really nice. Like something Yeonjun’s dad would make.” He told you encouragingly, and you couldn’t help flushing at the comment.

“Thank you, Gyu. That means a lot coming from someone who barely knows anything about fashion.”

He frowned. “Hey! What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“It’s not a bad thing! It just means if you think it’s good, then maybe it is good!” You insisted, grabbing onto his arm to reassure him.

He glared at you, but still smiled. “Don’t worry. Yeonjun’s dad will offer you a job on the spot. We all know it’s true.”

“Yeah, he would be crazy not to.” Jeongin added.

God, you hoped so.

IT TOOK YOU A WHOLE TWO SECONDS TO SPOT HIM. Even though he was just in a sleek, black suit, and seemed to blend in with the crowd, he still managed to stick out like a sore thumb. No matter how hard you were trying to move on from him, you would always be able to pick him out even in a crowd of a million people.

There was just something about Choi Yeonjun that would forever draw you to him.

You were standing by the entrance of the event with your friends, getting a good look at all the guests. You recognized quite a few designers, as well as some models and journalists. The guest list was as if someone had taken all of your favorite inspirations, and sent them all invitations. Intimidated wasn't a big enough word to describe how you were feeling.

And then you saw him. He was talking to some people, laughing as though he didn’t have a single care in the world. His dark hair was slicked back, with a few strands strategically pulled out to fall in front of his eyes. He clearly wasn’t wearing a shirt under his suit jacket, as his bare chest was exposed all the way to the third button. Choi Yeonjun looked beautiful.

For a second, you felt the river of your feelings beating against the dam you’d built to hold them back, creating cracks and threatening to break through. But, then you saw her. Choi Yena, with her arm looped around his own, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration.

The river started to still.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Sieun asked, appearing at your side. She looped her arm through yours, the same way Yena had to Yeonjun.

You glanced over at her, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” When she didn’t seem convinced, you flashed her the most genuine smile you could muster up.

“Come on, let’s go say hi to people!” Beomgyu shouted, squishing in between you and Sieun to throw his arms around the two of you.

Just as you were about to ask what people?, he started leading you in the direction of the last person you wanted to talk to. “What? No, Beomgyu. I don’t wanna talk to him.” You said quickly. You tried your best to stop him, but your heels were making that a bit difficult.

“Come on, just for two seconds! And his dad is over there, you wanna talk to him, right?” He whined into your ear. He was right, unfortunately. You were most looking forward to talking to Mr. Choi, and he was standing near Yeonjun and his girlfriend. You supposed this was the best time to introduce yourself.

“Hey! Jun!” Yeonjun’s attention to whatever conversation he was in was lost when Beomgyu called out his name, and that was when his dark eyes landed on you for the first time that day. You should have looked away, and avoided his gaze, but you couldn’t. You were like a moth, and Yeonjun’s eyes were made up of flames. There was also something so familiar in them, something so…

A thought appeared in your head. A terrible, almost invasive thought. It couldn’t be true, though. That would be crazy, insane even. It would mean you were an absolute idiot. Worst of all, it would mean…

Your fingers drifted up to your lips, and you found yourself avoiding looking at Yeonjun.

“Oh, babe! Are these your friends?” A feminine voice cooed, and you felt yourself grow nauseous.

“Y-Yeah, some of them. Yena, this is Beomgyu, Sieun, Heeseung, Jeongin, and…” He paused, swallowing hard. “…Y/N.”

“Oh, Y/N! She’s the designer, right?” Yena practically gushed, and you nodded weakly. “Did you design that dress? It’s seriously gorgeous, I need one of those! It’s gorgeous, right, Yeonjun?” You glanced up to see Yeonjun staring at you, his eyes still widened like he had seen a ghost.

“Yeah. Gorgeous.” He replied, without ever looking down at the dress.

You glanced away, hoping to find some sort of way to escape this conversation. By this point, you were sure your embarrassment was becoming visible, and if you stood there any longer, you thought your head might end up exploding.

“You know, Y/N actually designed both Chat Noir and Ladybug’s suits.” Sieun randomly decided to inform the couple, and you practically snapped your neck to stare at her incredulously.

Yeonjun, who had just taken a sip of his champagne glass, started choking.

“Wow, really? I mean, I had heard about Chat Noir, but I didn’t know she did Ladybug’s too.” Yena continued the conversation casually, her gloved hand gently patting Yeonjun’s back as he coughed into a napkin.

“Most people don’t.” You said through gritted teeth.

Yeonjun finished coughing after a minute, and flashed you all an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I don’t know what just happened. Um, Y/N, I didn’t know you knew Ladybug.” He tilted his head at you curiously.

“Oh. Umm, no, I wouldn’t say I know her. It was actually Sieun who set it all up! Yes, Sieun! You know, she’s good friends with Ladybug, so when she mentioned needing a new suit, Sieun recommended me!” You were impressed by how quickly you made up the lie, and Yeonjun seemed convinced enough as he nodded slowly.

Beomgyu, Heeseung and Jeongin had seemingly checked out of the conversation a long time ago, and you noticed a slight redness to their eyes as they took turns investigating a centerpiece. You couldn’t believe you had let Heeseung drive you there when he had obviously smoked something.

You glanced around the crowd of people, until your eyes finally fell on the person you wanted to talk to: Mr. Choi. And luckily for you, it looked like he was about to wrap up his conversation, which meant there was an opening for you.

“Um, it’s been really nice meeting you, Yena, but I’m hoping to go get a word in with Mr. Choi, so I’m going to head over.” You gave the girl a polite smile, and were starting to walk away when you felt her grab your wrist.

“Wait! You should have Yeonjun go and introduce you! It’s his dad, after all!” She suggested, an almost crazed smile playing on her lips.

“What a good idea!” Sieun added in. You sent her a you-told-me-you-would-keep-me-away-from-him glare, but she feigned innocence as she grinned at Yena.

You awkwardly glanced up at Yeonjun, who seemed just as unnerved about the idea as you. “Oh, I’m not sure—I mean, if you want me to, that’s fine, but—if you’d rather go alone—“

“Nonsense! Of course she wants you to go with her, babe!” Yena practically shoved him in your direction.

The last thing you wanted was to introduce yourself to one of your icons, and make yourself look like a fool due to your crush on his son. The darned haired boy looked down at you, smiling apologetically. And in that moment, it hit you:

You’re totally not over Yeonjun.

“Um, then, shall we?” He asked.

“O-Okay.” You stammered out.

You shot Sieun one last glare as you and Yeonjun started to walk off in the direction of his father, and then the two of you were alone together. As you walked, you had to keep your arms folded across your stomach, too scared of the possibility of your hand brushing against his. You couldn’t believe yourself. Just a few days earlier, you were making out with Chat Noir on your sofa, and here you were, freaking out over the same crush you thought you were through with.

A small part of you wished the cat man was there. He had always been good at relaxing your nerves.

“I’m sorry about Yena. She can be a little… Pushy sometimes.” Yeonjun randomly spoke up.

You laughed. “Yeah, I can see that.”

He laughed as well, and if you could bottle up the sound of his laughter and keep it forever, you would. For a minute, the space between the two of you grew quiet, and even though the thought of talking to him terrified you, you also hated the silence.

“Yeonjun?” You called out his name quietly, and he looked down at you with curious eyes. You swallowed hard, your hands becoming clammy. “I—you don’t have to do this. I don’t want…” Your voice trailed off as you tried to find the right words.

“You don’t want…?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m only friends with you so I can get close to your dad.” You finally said.

The space became quiet again.

He sucked in a breath. “So, we’re friends?” He asked, a hint of doubt in his voice, and you felt yourself start to panic.

“Oh! I mean, I think we’re friends, but if you don’t consider us friends, then that’s okay. I don’t want to overstep and be weird or anything, I just thought—“

“Y/N, relax.” You watched as he rested one of his hands on your shoulder, your eyes growing wide. “I think we’re friends. It’s just nice to hear it from you.” He spoke quietly, and you felt your face become warm.

When you finally gained the courage to look up, you were surprised to see how close the two of you were now. His dark eyes were gazing into your own, flickering between them as though he was looking for something. Then, they dipped down to look at your lips.

“Yeonjun! Y/N! Yeonjun quickly retracted his hand when a voice called out to the two of you, and you turned around to see Kai running up to the two of you. “It’s Beomgyu! He’s in the bathroom, throwing up, and he keeps asking for you guys!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at Yeonjun to exchange a confused look with him. That didn’t exactly sound like Beomgyu. But, there was really no reason you could think of that Kai would be lying to you, so you let out a sigh. “Okay, take us to him.”

IN HINDSIGHT, YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN KAI WAS MAKING THINGS UP. But, it seemed like being in Yeonjun’s proximity was enough to cloud your judgment, like his presence was intoxicating to you or something. You weren’t thinking very clearly as you trailed behind Kai towards the bathrooms, instead you were mostly focusing on how good Yeonjun’s suit made his back look.

You were a bit confused when you made it to the room Kai was claiming to be the bathroom, and found not only all of your friends, but most of Yeonjun’s as well.

“He’s in there!” Sieun exclaimed dramatically, pointing a finger at the door. “One second he was fine, talking to Jeongin and Heeseung about the tablecloths being used, and the next, he said he felt like his stomach was going to explode, and he ran into the bathroom!”

“Okay, but why does he want us?” Yeonjun asked.

“I don’t know, he said he wanted his two closest friends!”

You looked over at Sieun, looking for any sign of a lie in her face, but saw nothing. Either she was a really great liar, or something was actually wrong with Beomgyu. You let out a frustrated sigh, looking down at your white dress.

“I swear to god, if he gets vomit all over this dress, you’re all paying for it.” You snapped, making sure to point at Soobin specifically.

With that, you opened the door, Yeonjun standing close behind you. But, when you peered inside the room, it was very obviously not a bathroom. Instead, it looked more like some kind of supply closet. There were some folded chairs lined against the wall, and some shelves that looked like they held some cleaning supplies.

“This isn’t a bathroom…? Where’s Gyu--?”

Before there was even time for the question to leave your lips, Yeonjun was stumbling into you as though someone had shoved him from behind, forcing the two of you into the room.

“Sorry, guys!” You heard Beomgyu yell, before the door was slammed shut in your face and locked.

You couldn’t believe it. Your stupid friends who knew you were trying to get over Yeonjun decided to lock you into a room with him! Apparently you were friends with a group of sick and twisted individuals. An angry growl ripped through your throat, and the next thing you knew, you started pounding your fist against the door.

“Choi-Fucking-Beomgyu, you open this fucking door right now!” You screamed, and swore you could hear his muffled giggles from the other side of the door. You tried slamming your fist against the thick wooden door a few times, but one particular strike caused you to hiss in pain and forced you to stop.

“Shit, are you okay?” Yeonjun asked quickly, rushing over and cradling your hand gently.

You nodded. You were still seething with rage at the fact you were cooped up in here with him, but could feel it slowly dissipating. “I’m so sorry. My friends--our friends are so dumb. I-I don’t even know why they would lock us up in here together.” You muttered, glancing over at the door. That was a lie, you definitely knew why they would do that.

Yeonjun let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I have a few ideas.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking up at him suspiciously. Did he know about your crush on him? Had Beomgyu told him? Oh, you were totally going to beat the shit out of him when you got out of there.

“Oh… Nothing…” He let go of your hand, and instead reached up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

You nodded slowly, and leaned back against the wall. He was pressed against the one opposite of you, taking an interest in his dress shoes that he lazily clicked together. You weren’t sure what your friends were trying to accomplish, since there was no way you were going to confess to Yeonjun any time soon, especially not in some supply closet at his father’s party.

Speaking of his father, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to meet my dad, and some of the other people here.” He spoke quietly.

You shrugged, pressing your lips together. “It’s fine. I guess I can always meet them some other time, right?” You smiled at him weakly, and he nodded. “I still have time… I think.”

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. You know, I meet a lot of young designers who come and do work for my dad and whatnot, and I don’t think any of them hold a candle to you.”

You met his gaze with wide eyes. “Really?” You asked.

Suddenly, you were hit with a wave of deja vu. This was exactly like your conversation you’d had with Chat Noir a few days ago, where he was comforting you about the exact guy you were talking to now. The guy who you thought had never really noticed you before. But, also the guy with a girlfriend. You had almost forgotten all about her, which you felt like made you a horrible person.

“Um, Yena, she’s nice.” You said.

“Yena. Yeah, she is. She’s very nice.”

The atmosphere had become so awkward, you wanted to scream.

“About Yena… I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, but--”

Once again, just when the conversation was starting to get somewhere, you were interrupted by the feeling of your phone buzzing. You held up a finger, indicating for Yeonjun to pause, and dug your phone out of your small bag to see a text from Sieun.

so… lol we messed up and the lock on the door is broken…

and

please don’t hate me

someone at the party just got akumatized

You gaped at your phone with wide eyes. “Shit…” You mumbled on your breath, wandering over to the door to give the handle a wiggle. You weren’t sure why you were expecting anything to happen. You were about to just transform into Ladybug right there, then remembered that Yeonjun was stuck in the room with you. “Shit!”

“What is it?” The man in question queried.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “Um… Our friends broke the door… And apparently someone got Akumatized out there.”

Yeonjun’s dark eyes widened. “Are you serious?” He demanded, and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes!” You groaned. Then, an idea struck you. “Wait! I think I know somebody who can help! Hold on…” You opened up the Twitter app, thumb darting around to open up your direct messages.

“Wait, it’s okay! I’ll get my dad to send someone over and fix the door!” Yeonjun tried to assure you, but you ignored him, opening up your messages with Chat Noir.

s.o.s i’m locked in a room at this party and someone got akumatized

You sent him the message, and less than ten seconds after you sent it, you heard Yeonjun’s phone go off.

Oh.

The room became silent, as the two of you stared at the phone in his hands. Just to test it out, you sent another message, and his phone went off again.

Oh.

“Y/N, I can explain--”

Your head was spinning. Of course, the possibility of Yeonjun being Chat Noir had crossed your mind a few times before, but you had never actually seriously considered that it could be true. The possibility of your annoying partner being the boy you had been crushing on for years? Yeah, okay. It sounded like some sort of sick joke. Truthfully, Yeonjun was the last person you had realistically thought could be Chat Noir. Or, maybe you’d just been so in denial about the possibility, you had missed all the signs.

The universe was playing a sick joke on you.

“So… You’re telling me… You are Chat Noir?” You whispered.

There was no use in denying it. Instead, he nodded slowly.

You felt dizzy. “But—you—“ It felt like the air was being stolen from your lungs, so you decided to pause for a moment, leaning up against the door for support.

He said nothing. Instead, he stared at you with wide eyes, like he was carefully surveying you for each and every reaction you were having.

“Have you just been playing me this whole time?” You whispered. He sucked in a breath, like he was ready to start denying it, but you jumped to cut him off. “Because I thought you liked me, really liked me, but you have a whole girlfriend. Oh God, and she’s so sweet, does she know you’re Chat Noir? Does she know you’ve been coming to my apartment at night to see me?”

“No! No, it’s not like that! Yena and I aren’t even really dating!” He assured you quickly, speeding across the room to pull your hands into his own.

As he did so, you gazed down, imagining his gloved hands being the ones to hold you. He wasn’t dating Yena. Well, that was good to know. Still, it didn’t make the situation any better. It didn’t change the fact that Choi Yeonjun was Chat Noir, and you had no clue.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner. I was too blinded by my crush on you, I should have been able to figure this out sooner.”

Yeonjun paled. “You have a crush on me?”

“Yes, you idiot!” You exclaimed, snatching your hands away from him. “I have for a long time, and everyone knows except for you, apparently! But that’s not the point, the point is, I should have known!”

“How could you have known?” He was trying to comfort you, but instead it was just ushering a confession out of you, those little words that would change everything between the two of you more than it already had. “Honestly, Y/N, the thought of telling you crossed my mind, but… Ladybug would have killed me.”

“I should have figured it out because I am Ladybug!”

The words slipped through your lips before you had the chance to think them over and stop yourself. Your hands darted up to your mouth to cover it, as though it would be able to take it back.

It couldn’t.

Yeonjun looked like he was about to tip over and pass out.

There was a creaking sound behind you, and you slowly turned to see the door to the supply closet being peeled open by a cringing Soobin. The rest of your friends were gathered around, peering at the two of you with wide, curious eyes.

You had a sneaking feeling that the door was never broken, and there was never an Akuma. Your friends had made it all up to get you and Yeonjun to confess your alternate identities to each other. Oh, you were going to kill them all.

“So… Did you guys talk?” Jeongin asked, flashing his cute bread smile at you as if it might make you forget what they did.

It did not, in fact, make you forget. No, you were so consumed with rage, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got Akumatized right then and there. Not even Jeongin’s sweet smile could calm you down now.

Before you were able to stop yourself, an angry scream ripped through your throat, and you launched yourself at your so-called “friends”.

Discussing your true identities with Yeonjun could wait. Now, your top priority was going to be murdering all of your stupid friends.

authors note: so… yeah… it happened 😅😅 surprise!!! i wonder how they are going to react now that they know this….

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Heartbroken

TW: loss of pregnancy, depression

January 9th, 2021

Paige sat at the kitchen table in their cozy West Village apartment, her textbooks spread out in front of her as she nervously plays with her sliver wedding band of her finger, a symbol of the promise of forever she made to Jack nearly two years before. Lizzy, her faithful golden retriever, lay at her feet, keeping her company as she studied. Jack gone for the week again off to California for a string of games. Despite the warm sunlight streaming in through the window, Paige felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

She sighed, pushing her books aside. "I can't concentrate. Lizzy, do you think I should take that test?"

Lizzy raised her head, her eyes filled with concern as she let out a soft whine. Paige smiled weakly, scratching behind her ears. "I guess that's a yes."

With a deep breath, Paige stood up and walked to the bathroom taking the test out of the top drawer , taking the test. As she waited for the result, her mind raced with thoughts of what it could mean. She wasn’t ready motherhood she was in the middle of her college studies getting ready for her first internship with a special needs school. She thought of Jack he definitely wasn’t ready, his career just starting and that’s all he seems to care about lately. She didn’t know what she would do if it were positive. When the timer beeped, she hesitated before picking up the test.

Positive.

Paige's heart sank. She wasn't ready for this. She paced back and forth, trying to make sense of it all, Paige kept thinking to herself why they weren’t more careful, they were young and spontaneous of course this happened. As she thought to herself she heard the front door open, Jack walking in, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, after a long week.

"Hey, babe, I'm home!" Jack called out, his voice full of cheer. Lizzy wags her tail excited to see her dad home.

“Hey, girl did you miss me?”. Jack asks Lizzie, Lizzie continues to want belly rubs.

Paige bit her lip, unsure of how to break the news to the man she loved so much. She walked slowly to the living room, where Jack was taking off his shoes.God, she thought, he always looks so gorgeous.

"Hey, Jack," Paige said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack looked up, noticing the somber tone in her voice. "Is everything okay?"

Paige took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction she knew she had to tell him she could never hide anything from him, he knew her too well. "I... I took a test. And it's positive."

Jack's smile faded, replaced by a look of shock. "Positive? You mean..."

Paige nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm pregnant, Jack."

For a moment, there was silence as Jack processed the news. Then, without a word, he turned and walked to the window, staring out at the city skyline. Paige watched him, her heart breaking at his reaction. He was always the one suppose to calm her down tell her everyone will be ok, and know he couldn’t get a word out.

Finally, Jack turned back to her, his expression unreadable. "This... This is a lot, Paige. I don't know if I'm ready for this."

Paige felt a surge of anger. "You don't know if you're ready? What about me? I'm the one who's pregnant!"

Jack ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. "I know, I know. I just... I didn't expect this. We're so young, Paige. We have our whole lives ahead of us."

Paige felt a lump form in her throat. "So, what are you saying? Do you want me to... to get rid of it?"

Jack shook his head quickly. "No, no, of course not. I just... I need some time to process this, Paige. Can you give me that?"

Paige felt her anger dissipate, replaced by a deep sadness. "Okay, Jack. I understand."

ack walked over to her, taking her hands in his. "I love you, Paige. And I love our life together. I just need to figure out how this... how this baby fits into it."

Paige nodded, wiping away her tears. "I love you too, Jack. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

They hugged, holding each other tightly, both unsure of what the future held but determined to face it together.

February 27th, 2021

Jack shifted uncomfortably beside her, sensing the judgmental stares. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, offering a small smile. "It's okay, Paige. Let them stare. We know how much we love each other and our baby."

Paige smiled back, grateful for his support. They were called into the ultrasound room, where a technician greeted them warmly. Paige lay back on the exam table, and Jack stood by her side, holding her hand tightly.

As the technician began the ultrasound, Paige felt a rush of emotion seeing their baby on the screen, a tiny, flickering heartbeat confirming their child's existence. Jack's eyes widened in amazement, his initial embarrassment melting away into wonder and awe.

The technician moved the wand over Paige's belly, capturing images of their baby from different angles. Finally, she announced, "Would you like to know the gender?"

Paige and Jack looked at each other, excitement bubbling up inside them. "Yes, please!" Paige replied eagerly.

The technician smiled and pointed to the screen. "Congratulations, it's a girl!"

Tears welled up in Paige's eyes as Jack grinned from ear to ear. They were having a daughter, a precious little girl to cherish and love. The room was filled with joy as they watched their baby squirming and kicking on the screen, a tangible reminder of the love they shared and the family they were building together.

As they left the hospital, hand in hand, Paige felt a sense of peace and contentment. Despite the challenges ahead, she knew that with Jack by her side, they could handle anything that came their way.

May 17th, 2021

Paige stood in the nursery, a smile on her face as she surveyed her handiwork. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, with fluffy clouds adorning the ceiling. A white crib sat in one corner, surrounded by shelves filled with books and toys. Everything was perfect, just as she had imagined it.

Jack came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's beautiful, Paige. She is going to love it."

Paige leaned back into his embrace, feeling grateful for this moment of happiness. They had been through so much already, but they had come out stronger on the other side.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Paige's abdomen, causing her to cry out in alarm. Jack's face turned white with fear as he helped her to the bed. The pain was intense, unlike anything Paige had ever felt before.

"We need to get to the hospital," Jack said, his voice trembling.

Paige nodded, trying to stay calm despite the fear coursing through her. They quickly gathered their things and headed to the hospital, where Paige was rushed to the emergency room.

Doctors and nurses swarmed around her, asking questions and running tests. Paige could hear snippets of their conversation, words like "emergency surgery" and "risk to the baby" floating in and out of her consciousness.

Finally, a doctor approached them with a grim expression on his face. "I'm sorry, but we need to perform emergency surgery. There's a problem that's impacting the baby, and we need to act fast."

Paige felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She was only halfway through her pregnancy, and yet she was about to lose her baby. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to Jack's hand, seeking comfort in his touch.

The hospital corridor was bustling with activity as Jack paced back and forth, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been waiting for hours, his mind consumed with worry for Paige. She was in surgery, fighting for her life, and the life of their unborn child.

Jack sank into a chair, his head in his hands. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Paige. She was his everything, his reason for living. From the moment he had met her in kindergarten, he had known she was special. And now, as they faced the greatest challenge of their lives, he was determined to be there for her, no matter what.

Hours passed, but Jack refused to leave. He was a man possessed, his only thought to be by Paige's side when she woke up. The nurses tried to coax him away, but he shook his head resolutely. He would not leave until he knew she was okay.

Finally, the door to the surgical unit opened, and the doctor emerged, his face grave. Jack stood up, his heart in his throat.

"How is she? Is she okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The doctor sighed, his expression sympathetic. "The surgery was successful, but Paige is still in critical condition. We did everything we could for the baby, but..."

Jack's heart sank. He knew what the doctor was going to say, but it didn't make it any easier to hear.

“I'm sorry, Jack. We were unable to save the baby," the doctor said softly.

Tears welled up in Jack's eyes as he tried to process the news. They had lost their daughter, the little girl they had already begun to love and cherish. It was a loss that would stay with them forever.

Jack stood outside Paige's hospital room, a bouquet of peonies in his hand. He knew they were her favorite flowers, a small comfort in the midst of such tragedy. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

As he entered the room, Paige looked up, a weak smile on her face. "Jack, you're here."

Jack forced a smile, his heart breaking at the sight of her. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable. He walked over to her bedside, placing the flowers on the table beside her.

"I brought these for you," he said softly. "I know how much you love peonies”.

Paige's smile faded as she looked at him, concern in her eyes. "Jack, what's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"

Jack took a seat beside her, taking her hand in his. "Paige, there's something I need to tell you. It's about the surgery..."

Paige's eyes widened in alarm. "What about the surgery? Is everything okay?"

Jack hesitated, the words catching in his throat. "Paige, I... I'm so sorry. We lost the baby."

Paige's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. "No, no, that can't be true. Our baby..."

Jack nodded, tears streaming down his own face. "I'm so sorry, Paige. The doctors did everything they could, but... but it wasn't enough. Our baby... she's gone."

Paige sobbed, her body shaking with grief. Jack wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried. He felt helpless, unable to ease her pain, unable to bring their baby back.

After what seemed like an eternity, Paige's sobs subsided. She looked up at Jack, her eyes red and swollen. "Why, Jack? Why did this happen to us?"

Jack shook his head, his own voice choked with emotion. "I don't know, Paige. I wish I had answers, but I don't. All I know is that I love you, and I'm here for you, no matter what.

May 21st, 2021

Paige sat in the nursery, surrounded by the remnants of her shattered dreams. The once cheerful room now felt oppressive, suffocating her with its silent emptiness. Lizzy lay at her feet, sensing her owner's distress and offering silent comfort.

Jack entered the room, his face a mask of forced cheerfulness. "Hey, Paige, how are you feeling today?"

Paige felt a surge of anger rise within her. How could he act like everything was normal? How could he not see the devastation that lay before them?

"How am I feeling?" Paige exclaimed, her voice rising with each word. "How do you think I'm feeling, Jack? I just lost our baby, and you're here acting like nothing happened!"

Jack's smile faltered, his eyes betraying the pain he tried so hard to hide. "I... I'm just trying to be strong for you, Paige. I thought maybe if I acted like things were normal, it would help."

Paige shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Normal? How can anything be normal after what we've been through? You think you're the only one hurting, Jack? You think I'm not grieving too?"

Jack took a step back, his own eyes filling with tears. "I know you're hurting, Paige. I know I can never understand what you're going through. But I'm trying, okay? I'm trying to be here for you in the only way I know how."

Paige's anger boiled over. "Trying? Is that all you can do, Jack? Try? Our daughter is gone, and all you can do is try? You weren't going to be there for her, Jack. You were going to be a distant father, always away with hockey. You already leave me alone, and now you've left me to grieve alone too."

Jack's shoulders slumped, the weight of Paige's words crushing him. "I'm sorry, Paige. I'm so sorry."

Paige wiped away her tears, her voice filled with bitterness. "Sorry isn't going to bring her back, Jack. Sorry isn't going to change anything."

Without another word, Jack turned and left the room, leaving Paige alone with her grief. She sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. All she wanted was to be alone, to mourn the loss of her daughter in peace.

Ellen Jacks mother knocked on the door of Jack and Paige's apartment, a smile on her face and a bag of gifts in her hand. She was excited to see Paige, to spoil her first grandchild with love and presents. But when Jack answered the door, she could see the sadness in his eyes, the weight of grief pressing down on him.

"Jack, dear, where's Paige? I brought some things for the baby," Ellen said, stepping inside.

Jack hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Paige... Paige can't see you right now, Mom."

Ellen's smile faltered, confusion and concern crossing her face. "Why? What's wrong, Jack? Is Paige okay?"

Jack led his mother into the living room, where they sat down on the couch. "Paige had surgery, Mom. She... she lost the baby.". She... she hates me. She blames me for everything."

Ellen reached out, taking Jack's hand in hers. "Oh, Jack, this isn't your fault. You both must be going through so much right now. I can't imagine what you're feeling."

Jack wiped away his tears, his voice breaking. "I just don't know what to do, Mom. I feel so lost, so helpless. I... I don't know how to help Paige, how to comfort her."

Ellen squeezed his hand, her heart aching for her son and his wife. "Jack, sometimes all you can do is be there for her. Let her know that you love her, that you're there to support her in any way she needs."

Jack nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'll try, Mom. I'll try to be strong for her, to be the husband she needs me to be."

Ellen smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "That's all you can do, Jack. Just be there for her, and everything will be okay."

Ellen knocked gently on the nursery door, where Paige had been spending most of her time since coming home from the hospital. She heard a soft sniffle from inside before Paige called out, "Come in."

Ellen entered the room, her heart breaking at the sight of Paige sitting on the floor, surrounded by baby clothes and toys. Lizzy lay beside her, nuzzling her hand in silent comfort.

"Paige, dear, how are you holding up?" Ellen asked, sitting down beside her.

Paige looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I'm trying to be strong, Ellen. I really am. But it's so hard."

Ellen nodded, placing a comforting hand on Paige's shoulder. "I know, dear. I know. Losing a child is the hardest thing anyone can go through."

Paige wiped away her tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't know how to grieve, Ellen. I don't know how to move on from this."

Ellen took Paige's hands in hers, looking into her eyes with compassion. "Grieving is different for everyone, Paige. There's no right or wrong way to do it. You just have to let yourself feel whatever you're feeling, whether it's sadness, anger, or guilt."

Paige nodded, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "I feel so guilty, Ellen. I keep thinking about all the things I should have done differently, all the things I should have said."

Ellen squeezed Paige's hands, her voice gentle. "Paige, listen to me. This is not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Sometimes, things happen that are beyond our control. All we can do is try to find a way to cope, to heal."

Paige took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "I just wish I could turn back time, Ellen. I wish I could have my baby back."

Ellen wrapped her arms around Paige, holding her close. "I know, dear. I know. But we can't change the past. All we can do is cherish the memories we have and find a way to honor the life that was lost."

After a moment, Paige pulled away, a look of realization dawning on her face. "You're right, Ellen. I need to find a way to honor my daughter, to remember her in a positive way."

Ellen smiled, proud of the strength she saw in Paige. "That's the spirit, dear. And remember, you're not alone in this. Jack is hurting too. He loves you so much, Paige. He's loved you since you were kids."

Paige nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I know, Ellen. I know. But I was pretty mean to him. I pushed him away when all he wanted was to help me."

Ellen reached out, wiping away Paige's tears. "Paige, dear, Jack understands. He knows you're grieving, and he knows it's not easy for you. He just wants to be there for you, to support you in any way he can."

Paige nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. "Thank you, Ellen. Thank you for being here for me, for helping me through this."

Ellen hugged Paige tightly, feeling grateful for the bond they shared. Together, they would find a way to heal, to move forward from the tragedy that had befallen them.

Later that night, Paige stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching as Jack sat alone, reading a history book. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that lay ahead. She walked over to him, her heart heavy with grief.

"Jack, I need you," she said softly.

Jack looked up, setting his book aside as he saw the tears in Paige's eyes. He stood up, pulling her into his arms as they both began to cry. They held each other tightly, sharing their pain and grief in silent solidarity.

After a few minutes, they sat down on the bed, still holding hands. Jack spoke first, his voice choked with emotion. "I was thinking of naming her Georgia. Georgia Rose. I thought it was a beautiful name for our daughter."

Paige nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Georgia Rose. I love that name, Jack. It's perfect."

Jack wiped away a tear from Paige's cheek. "I had so many dreams for us, Paige. I imagined us watching her grow up, teaching her how to ride a bike, cheering her on at her soccer games. I wanted to give her the world."

Paige cried even harder, the weight of their loss crashing down on her. "I know, Jack. I had so many dreams too. I wanted to hold her in my arms, to sing her lullabies, to see her smile for the first time."

Jack reached out, taking Paige's hand in his. He looked at the beaded bracelet on her wrist, a symbol of their childhood promise of forever. He then looked at her wedding ring, a tangible reminder of his love for her.

"In everything we have each other, Paige. Always," Jack said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll never leave your side, no matter what."

Paige looked into Jack's eyes, seeing the love and devotion shining back at her. She felt a glimmer of hope, a belief that they would find a way to move forward together.

"Do you think we will have children one day?" Paige asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jack smiled through his tears, a sense of peace settling over him. "I believe we will, Paige. I believe that one day, we will have a family of our own. And until then, we have each other."

They sat together in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence. They knew that their road ahead would be difficult, filled with challenges and obstacles. But as long as they had each other, they knew they could face anything that came their way.

May 17th,2024

The hospital room was filled with soft light as Paige cradled her newborn daughter, Lila Grace, in her arms. The baby was wrapped in a soft blanket, her tiny hands grasping at the air as she let out little coos and gurgles. Paige couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her daughter, with her little blonde hairs and ocean blue eyes.

"She's perfect, Jack," Paige whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Jack stood by Paige's side, his eyes filled with awe and wonder as he looked at his daughter. "She's more than perfect, Paige. She's a miracle."

Paige gently rocked Lila Grace, humming a lullaby as she marveled at the precious life they had created together. She couldn't believe that after everything they had been through, they were finally holding their daughter in their arms.

"I love you, Lila Grace," Paige whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead.

Jack wrapped his arm around Paige, pulling her close as they watched their daughter together. "She's going to be so loved, Paige. We're going to give her the world."

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sgntr · 5 months

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Adventure 2 - OL MILF

During one of my internships in university, I always noticed this OL who dress like a slut in office. She was small in size but her tits were huge. She regularly wears a tight top with her boobs bulging out. When she runs for her meeting, it would be bouncing all over the place. And she was always running past me for meetings.

Naturally, I was looking every time she walks pass. Her magnificent tits bouncing around. Imagining how I could use my hands to cup it up and squeeze them.

One Friday, we had an office event that allowed for interns to network with other people in the company. Luckily for me, the Milf was sitting next to me. I could not help but kept giving her tits the occasional glance.

We had a few drinks together and chatted a little with everyone at the table. But she did not seem very interested in being there as she was always on her phone. However, she kept moving across me to get the beer and her tits would occasionally brush against my arm getting me aroused.

After she got a little tipsy, she started to be more open and talked more. She was constantly slapping my arm and laughing out loud at things we were talking about.

As she was reaching over for another drink, her elbow accidentally hit my cup of red wine and spilled it all over my crotch. She was super apologetic and quickly get tissue papers to dry it up. Knowing my dick was hard and not wanting her to know, I quickly turned away and told her I will handle it.

I walked off to the bathroom where she insisted to follow and help me. She then pulled me into our office handicap toilet and tried to help me clean up.

"Nothing to be ashamed about. We are all adults here. Now let me help you so I won't feel as bad!"

I gave up trying to reject her.

"We need to quickly wash it. If not your pants is ruined. Take it off and I will do it for you"

I was stunned and gave her the wtf face. She reiterated that we are all adults and asked me to just do it. But I could tell that she was already a little drunk and not really in control of herself. I "reluctantly" obliged and took off my pants for her to wash.

"Okay the stain is coming off. Now just need to wait for it to dry under the hand dryer."

I told her i can just dry it with the hand dryer myself and she can go back and enjoy but she insisted on staying on.

At this point my dick was rock hard as the water splashes from washing my pants made her top slightly translucent. I could see her cleavage the whole time as we were just sitting there awkwardly with occasional ice breaker conversations.

"So how long have you worked here?" I asked

"About 4 years? I lost count hahah. I am probably not thinking straight right now. But wanna fuck? hehehe"

I was stunned.

"I noticed you looking at my boobs the whole night. And I can see your dick throbbing the whole time" She continued.

"Errr"

"No one will know." She gave me that envious smile and walked over. "I probably won't even remember all this" she whispered in my ear as she put her hands down my underwear and pulled out my dick. She started stroking.

I instinctively did what I always dreamt of doing and used my hands to squeeze her tits. I am glad that those were not just paddings but actual real boobs. She started moaning in sync with my sqeezes.

"Oh yes daddy. I love feeling a real mans squeeze. My husband never used me like that before"

"Oh has your husband used you like that?"

Before she could even reply, I pushed her to the floor and forced my dick into her mouth thrusting it in and out of her mouth giving her a good face fuck.

"Fuckkkkk, never had such a good blowjob before. Can't wait to be in your pussy"

My dick got sloppy real quick. And when I gave her time to breathe, she said "Use my like your personal fuck toy daddy." And that was all the motivation I need.

I turned her around and bent her over only to notice her panties were already off and her pussy was dripping wet. Turns out she was already touching herself while I was face fucking her.

I aimed my dick at her pussy and thrusted it in. I did not expect it to be so tight and warm inside. The milf moaned out loud in pleasure. "My husbands dick could not stretch me out like that."

I continued fucking her hard using her boobs as handles to hold her up. This went on for a while till I noticed that the people outside might hear us. So I stuffed her panties into her mouth to gag her and continued fucking her.

I sat on the toilet bowl and she started riding my dick facing me. She was like a machine. Her pussy moving up and down and a constant frequency. I would give her the occasional spank and she would jolt. She went on to pull off her top and revealed her glorious tits.

I immediately took my chance and slapped them followed by a good squeeze. Grabbing on to them, I used it to control the pace of her riding.

"Im gonna cum. fkk i want to cum all over your tits"

She took out the panties from her mouth and went "Yes daddy!"

The milf got on her knees, put my dick between her tits. She then spat on it before stroking my dick with her tits. It was my first time ever getting a tit job and it felt amazing. Before long, my cum shot out and onto her face.

Seeing my thick white cum on her face kept me hard and it was something I can never unsee. Now every time I see her walking pass, I would see the image of her face covered in my cum.

We cleaned up and just nice my pants were dry already. We got dressed and it was already quite late. Just nice her husband was already at the lobby waiting for her. I sent her down to the lobby as she seemed a little tipsy and could not walk properly. As I handed her over to her husband, he still said "Wow you are such a nice colleague. Thank you for taking care of her!" hahaha I sure took care of her :)

Some pics of her body that she posted online :)

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britcision · 2 months

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AND HERE WE ARE! Totally getting this out in February well done team! And this is gonna be our last chapter before a wee teeny tiny time skip and Jason’s finished core! What a beautiful day 🥰

We’re getting another two-parter too, because Danny and Jason refused to let me get to the end of this lil introductory arc without at least one more pile of abject fluff! But finally, we’re ready to begin the plot!

Once again, the link to the AO3 version is in the first chapter and the 15th chapter; you can see it in the text for the link if you wanna subscribe to be told when it updates 😁

First Chapter:

Previous Chapter:

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So That Just Happened part 1

Back in her own room on the other side of the country from Gotham, Sam Manson reclined back into giant, coffin shaped body pillow her beloved girlfriend had given her when they moved and contemplated her phone.

The brand new Wayne-chat was blowing up satisfactorily, although apparently Tim was a massive stalker too. That was probably a good thing; it meant she hadn’t actually nuked Tuck’s chances with his nerd-crush. Now they could bond over their mutual stalker tendencies.

But, did that make her revenge less effective?

It wasn’t like she was actually out to ruin his life, but she’d kinda like to leave a mark. Something that would make him think twice about letting her think he and Danny had fucking died in Gotham in her absence.

Or. Well. Gone radio silent in Gotham, which was probably actually worse because if they were dead she’d know exactly where they were.

The Wayne chat were all pretty sure Tim and Tucker were together too, and Sam’s new best friend Babs had even pulled up the feed from their living room tv somehow. Sam wasn’t exactly the tech wizard Tucker was, but… after seeing that, she disconnected her and Val’s TV from the wifi.

And settled in to remote watch Tuck get his ass kicked at Spiderheck, apparently. At least for a little while; until something else on her phone caught her attention.

It was… almost funny. While she knew she was a whole three timezones away, she’d never really felt left out before. Like maybe she should have stayed on the east coast…

Not that she regretted it, of course. She had a good job, a good school, a wonderful girlfriend who’d been so excited to get into a good school and really go to town on the business department.

(Apparently there were posters of Val’s face in the ethics classrooms. Sam refused to ask if they were golden example or dire warning.)

She was just… a long way away. Even a long portal away, and… being back with the guys, even in Gotham, made the quiet of their comfy little apartment seem lonely.

Huffing, she turned and traced her fingers through the leaves of her mimosa plant on the windowsill beside the bed. They curled gently shut at her touch, and made her smile. Just like always.

She was happy to be home. She wasn’t technically liminal enough yet that it was her haunt, but… well, for all the jokes Val made, Sam had to admit she’d put down roots. She loved her job at the greenhouses, and her internship at the botanical gardens.

She loved scaring the hell out of the dudebros in Val’s business classes who thought ethics were a waste of time. She loved sharing messages with Jazz about the boys, laughing that even three hours ahead, Tuck and Danny still couldn’t get up before them.

She was kinda considering texting Harley about Timblr too. Not like, for any particular reason; if Tim’s family weren’t gonna embarrass Tucker enough, Harley probably wouldn’t either. She’d probably think it was adorable.

Or, y’know, worrying evidence of obsession. Psych types worried about stuff like that, usually.

Sam was kinda also considering sending Harley Jazz’s number. Jazz might still be skating just on the neurosurgery side of the line, but she’d always been big into psychology. Big enough to try and triple major, and only drop to major-major-minor after the third pre-exam meltdown.

And she could use having someone else do the shrink bit on her a little more often. Although really, for that Sam should make her a professional appointment; friends didn’t ask friends to psychoanalyze their overprotective pseudo-sisters. And Jazz could use more friends.

Jazz could use a transfer to a specialty that would let her sleep once in a while, a more stable supply of fresh ecto, and about six weeks in a meditation retreat to get the accidental telepathy under control, but more friends would be good too. And less stubborn insistence on her second try for double majors.

Maybe the switch to psychiatry full time would be good for her? Or psychology. Sam was a little fuzzy on the difference, which one Jazz was currently still minoring in, and which one Harley did.

(Jazz’s current second major was neurosurgery, which Jazz insisted was totally less taxing alongside a neurology major because it was the same body part. She was the only person in her class attempting the double major though, so.)

Humming tunelessly to herself, Sam flicked back into the group chat. Babs was still sharing the feed… brows drawing in, Sam frowned at the little spider figures still fighting to the death. Now, she wasn’t as big of a gamer as she used to be, but she was pretty sure Spiderheck didn’t actually offer red berets.

Snorting a laugh, she flicked back out of the chat and opened a new one, adding both Jazz and Harley. All it needed was the perfect name… something that would grab both of their attention.

Obvious. Child’s play.

Snuggling back into her coffin pillow, Sam grinned down at her phone screen.

Danny Has A Boyfriend chat was live.

Having eight legs wasn’t exactly the same as suddenly having four new ones, or two new legs and two new arms. While the first two were definitely functioning as “hands”, being the ones to pick up and use all of the weapons, Tim had quickly learned that he could grip with any of the eight “feet” that were available.

Yeah, spinning a laser staff all the way down one side of his body and up the other was fucking cool.

He’d adjusted pretty quickly during their “practice” round, while they all got used to the web slinging and worked out how to open the boxes and use the weapons.

(Tucker had swung himself into the lava by accident, so they’d started a second round.)

Tim felt pretty much ready to go, although if he was honest with himself… his only actual complaint was that he didn’t have a camera.

Conner had asked Tuck at the start of their second round if his powers had been nerfed to make it “fair”. Tucker, sweet innocent Tucker, had managed to convey a sidelong look even looking at even without a face on their little blob bodies and said he didn’t think Conner needed a nerf.

He just needed to understand how the powers worked, and they could be incorporated into the system. Which, well, was like catnip for Conner.

At least Tucker seemed a lot less flustered about talking to him while they were both spiders, because Conner had started talking his ear off about TTK and hadn’t stopped since.

Tim was kinda considering swinging over and taking them both out, just to get the game moving. But Conner was cute when he got really into something, and being a headless little spider body did not seem to have changed that.

He spent the time practicing with the webs instead, spinning and tossing himself around the map. It was pretty similar to using a grapple, although he wasn’t exactly sure whether or not the web was coming from his own body.

If it was, it was coming from inside a foot, which wasn’t how actual spiders worked… but Tim was pretty sure that was on Spiderheck, not Tucker.

Being able to run around upside down was the biggest change for him, and pretty cool. Tim scuttled around under a couple of the higher platforms for a while, planning his strategy.

Honestly, he was pretty sure TTK was going to wind up fucking Conner over rather than making anything easier for him. You’d think that flying would be an advantage in Spiderheck, at least as far as avoiding lava or an out of bounds, but Tim knew pretty explicitly how far it took Conner to stop.

It wasn’t exactly on a dime, and in this game? The pace didn’t exactly allow for imprecision.

And they were wasting time talking about it rather than getting used to having an extra six hand-feet.

Still upside down, Tim twisted until he could see the other two spiders. Which was when he learned that… they did kinda have their faces on them. Just, instead of being in a face position, on the front of his body that he was seeing out of, it was just sorta… plastered across the body.

Like a photo skin mapped onto a flat blob.

He considered letting the other two know; if anyone walked into the room, they’d probably be able to see their little faces on the screen. If they were just standing around talking.

Also, the pictures’ mouths weren’t moving, which hadn’t been weird when Tim was listening to them talk and didn’t think they had mouths. Kinda was to look down on Conner’s smiling face and hear his voice at a mile a minute.

Tucker probably already knew, and might have done the faces on purpose? And if he hadn’t, it was gonna be pretty funny to see what happened when he noticed.

He’d gotten progressively better at actually talking to Conner the longer he wasn’t actually looking at him, and the focus being on the game had helped too. Face in the game? Probably gonna throw him again.

And it was probably time to get things actually moving, so he could enjoy that.

Humming softly to himself, Tim scuttled across to the loot crates, found himself a double ended lightsabre, and dropped down on Tucker and Conner’s heads.

“Sooooooo…” Danny clapped his hands, doing his best to make his broad grin at least look a little innocent as he floated sideways into Jason’s field of view, “not that that wasn’t adorable and dramatic and everything, super touching, buuuut…?”

He almost laughed as Jason jumped, having apparently forgotten Danny was there for a hot second, then pulled his hand back from Lady Gotham’s to glare at him. The Lady herself didn’t bother hiding her chuckle, settling back to recline once more on a cloud of smog.

“Was there something you needed, Phantom?” She asked with a dry amusement.

Danny shrugged innocently, sticking his hands in his spectral pockets. Much more dangerous than regular pockets, but he’d not been doing more than blob wrangling lately.

“Not so much what I need, just, y’know, trying to keep things on track. I dunno if you’ve got other plans for the night Jay, but we were with Frostbite for a while and if you did…” he trailed off, and Jason grimaced.

“Not what you’d call set plans, but…” Jason trailed off as well, and Danny could feel the guilt even before it tried creeping in.

Nope, not having that. He’d almost talked himself into that bullshit already tonight, none for Jason. He nodded airily, floating up to drape an arm over the larger man’s shoulder.

“All I’ve gotta do is get to bed before midnight, so I’m not rushing now that Tucker’s found himself a new ride.” Waggled eyebrows punctuated that comment with enough emphasis that Jason snickered, darker feelings pushed aside without finding purchase.

“What, you don’t wanna go watch that train wreck in person?” Jason teased with a lopsided half smile.

Danny pulled a face, both at the thought of Tucker’s goddamn disastrous attempts at flirting and… well, the possibility of running into Bruce again. Maybe Constantine.

Danny was maaaaaybe kinda avoiding the wizard since he’d started collecting the other contracts on his soul; it wasn’t like he wanted them for nefarious purposes, it was just fucking weird. He didn’t like owning people. Not even overgrown Sour Patch Kids in trench coats.

(At least Constantine was still alive though. Those unlucky souls who died still bound to Pariah damn near went through a full reboot. No memories, no personality, none of what Danny would have thought of as like, the core components of a soul.

So far nothing anyone had done had been able to help them, and Danny had a nasty feeling the final answer would be Ending them. The Observants didn’t want to, they were perfectly happy with a thrall army so long as they controlled it, but Danny was firm.

No slaves, no thralls. If the only way he could free them was through a final and permanent death… he would.

But Clockwork was still looking, and so long as the ancient of time thought there might be a way… Danny held out hope too.)

For now, he shook his head quickly, holding up both hands.

“No way man. Bruce already hates my guts, I’m gonna keep a healthy distance.”

For both their sakes, really. Jason’s mood every time Bruce had spoken to him today kinda proved he hadn’t listened to Danny’s advice and stepped up. Not that Danny had exactly expected him to; again, hated his guts.

Jason pulled a face but didn’t bother to argue; he’d probably rather not actually deal with the old man for a third time either. Instead he just shrugged, turning his attention back to Lady Gotham.

“Do you know what time it is in Gotham now, my lady?” He asked, and the really weird thing was that it didn’t actually sound weird.

Danny always felt awkward and formal whenever he tried to address a ghost by their title, and Lady Gotham was the very worst because she never bothered to hide when she was laughing at him. Which was, y’know, every time he said it.

(He wasn’t gonna just call her “Gotham” though. That would be worse, so he just sucked it up.)

On Jason’s lips, words like “my lady” just sounded right. Danny flashed back for a moment to snow in a graveyard, and Jason knelt before him quoting Shakespeare. There was something in Jason that was just made for flowery language and dramatic proclamations.

Lady Gotham clearly agreed, bestowing a fond smile upon Jason before inclining her head back for a moment, those red on black eyes glowing suddenly brighter. Looking into the living world, or right up Clockwork’s ass?

“It’s coming to ten o’clock,” she said softly, something almost like regret in her tone. The smile that she turned back to them was softer, sadder.

Danny’d feel bad about being the one to point it out, except, yeah. He’d had to. Ghosts in general didn’t exactly think about time. It was a problem for the living, so - him. And Jason.

Who didn’t seem nearly so sorry with the answer. He nodded, fingers beginning to drum against his thigh.

“Time for a few more questions, then.” That wasn’t a question, and if Danny was completely insensate or possibly locked in a sensory deprivation tank he might have warned Jason about talking to a powerful spirit like that.

It’d need to be a damn good tank for him to miss all the signs though; Jason was so in the good books. Lady Gotham just smiled and nodded, gesturing once more with her traffic cone.

“Of course. And, of course, we will have plenty of other opportunities to speak. I may spend much of my time here, but now that we have been introduced… I can also speak to you there, if you would like?”

It was a delicate question, and Danny hesitated, suddenly wondering if he should… well, elaborate again.

“Uh… yeah, sure? I’d like that?” Jason asked, clearly confused by the reticence, and that made up Danny’s mind.

“She’s not going to sound the same,” he explained quickly, giving Lady Gotham a quick smile. She smiled back, gesturing for him to continue, because none of the damn older ghosts explained shit for themselves.

Danny totally didn’t roll his eyes.

“Like, the way we talk to her in the Infinite Realms is kinda the abstract? She looks kinda human,” he added, gesturing vaguely at the Lady.

Jason’s brows furrowed for a moment, but he felt more curious than concerned.

“So… she’s an anthropomorphic personification, but not in the living world?” He asked, and Danny’s eyes nearly crossed.

He turned to Lady Gotham, hoping that this might be some weird city slang, and she laughed at him. Again.

“Yes,” she agreed with Jason instead, which absolutely did not help. “It’s easier for me to speak with you here, using eyes and ears like your own. But building and maintaining this shape in the living world is… complicated.”

“Because her real body there is the city,” Danny added, privately resolving to ask Sam what the fuck Jason was talking about later.

Honestly, Jason would probably get along real good with Mr Lancer. They both liked weird words.

At least he actually looked a little confused too now; Danny had freaked the first time Lady Gotham talked to him out in the city itself. He gave Jason a consoling pat on the shoulder.

“You’ve gotta see it to believe it, man. Just… it’s gonna be weird.” Not the most helpful, sure, but Danny was doing his best!

Jason nodded slowly, willing to table it for now, and refocused on Lady Gotham, something darker now welling in the purpose building inside him.

“So you said the Joker wasn’t from the Curse,” he said bluntly. Danny flinched, more from the lack of any aura inflection than the remnants he could feel.

Yeah, a lotta Gothamites hated the Joker specifically, but if Danny had even the faintest doubt of who’d killed Jason… the black, leaden lump of Death in Jason’s aura wiped it out.

Lady Gotham stilled too, her own smile fading as she regarded Jason. Those red and black eyes were suddenly so much older, so much sadder.

“Yes,” she agreed softly, lowering her traffic cone to rest at her hip. “Are you sure?”

‘Are you sure you want to know?’

Or ‘Are you sure you want to know now?’

Danny wouldn’t put money on which she’d intended, but it didn’t take a genius to know the answer to both. Stubborn, emotionally repressed, and self destructive as hell, bat-training only left one answer.

Jason nodded firmly now, his jaw clenching.

“Yes.”

Lady Gotham studied him for a moment longer but didn’t argue, inclining her head gently.

“Then I will be brief. While the Curse has always been part of the city, feeding on fear and despair, in recent years we have both felt… something else. I told you of the malevolence on the land?” She asked, and Jason made a soft, impatient noise.

“And that it’s where the Curse comes from, yeah. And that the Joker is different,” he prodded.

Danny made a face. He was usually very much on the side of blunt answers, and knew full well that the Lady wouldn’t actually like, break Jason for being mouthy. He was very, very used to seeing favouritism from the outside, and Jason was clearly a firm favourite.

Maybe because he was currently Gotham’s only actual part ghost child? (To be fair, Danny didn’t think that’d change much in the fullness of time; Jason was his favourite of all the bats alive or dead.)

Whatever it was, his interruption only brought a flicker of a smile to the Lady’s lips, which vanished just as quickly.

“Yes. The Curse is indeed the original manifestation of that malevolence, given form and now, purpose. But even that malevolence came from somewhere; Gotham lies on a crack between worlds, older than time. Every world in the multiverse exist along certain markers; certain weak spots. Gotham is one of them.”

“Of course it is,” Jason grumbled beside him and Danny shifted closer, brushing their shoulders together.

Personally, he figured that if Gotham was a weak point in the universe and all the bad shit just leaked through, they were probably doing pretty well for themselves. Then, he’d seen the depths of the Ghost Zone; he knew what else could be trying to leak through.

Which, obviously, meant the good luck had to end.

“When the Joker died,” Lady Gotham continued, only to be cut off by a startled “What?!” from Jason and a totally-super-dignified squawk from Danny.

“You are not gonna tell me that asshole’s a ghost!” Danny moaned, dragging his hands down his face. Honestly, if he’d missed a whole actual ghost in the city for an entire year too, he was never going to live it down.

Like any of the other ghosts had any fucking clue what it was like being half alive… or living fully inside a city spirit’s haunt. Let them visit Lady Gotham’s and see what they sensed.

“Who the hell killed the Joker?!” Jason demanded, something weirdly like panic spiking through anger. “It wasn’t fucking Bruce-”

Lady Gotham silenced them both with a pointed look, shadows growing suddenly long and dark under her stare. Then she returned her gaze to Jason, her expression sombre.

“The Joker is not a ghost, nor a halfa. Bruce Wayne resuscitated him, which may be all that kept him from becoming a manifestation himself; he was killed not only in Gotham, but by a nexus point, in rage and revenge and hatred.”

There was something dark in Lady Gotham’s eyes now, something black and burning and for half a second Danny could swear he felt that rage himself, deep in his chest.

“Something else leaked through in the short time that he was dead,” she went on, her gaze firmly locked on Jason’s and Danny couldn’t imagine just how much the older-younger halfa was feeling under its full force. “Something small, and hungry, and craving death because it was denied his - the death I believe would give it shape.”

It wasn’t enough for Jason, that much was obvious; bitterness-frustration-grief hung in the air in a cloud almost thicker than the Lady’s smogs, and this time Danny gave in to temptation.

Let his own soothing-sorrow-loss twine through, even if he didn’t exactly understand the cause of the feeling. Jason startled a little, knocked from grumbling something that hadn’t been for anyone but him, but his hand reached back for Danny’s. Squeezed tight, even as the bitterness deepened.

His eyes narrowed, he remained focused on Lady Gotham though.

“Of course. Of course he fucking brought the clown back, even after someone did the world a fucking favour,” he hissed through his teeth, then raised his voice more clearly. “So, what? No one can ever kill the Joker, or Gotham gets another curse? Who’d fucking notice at this point?”

A genuine sorrow and pain passed across Lady Gotham’s face but she schooled it, kept her own aura calm and composed… or at least in closer than they could feel. There was probably a reason she’d put space between them again.

“Not quite, but close,” she agreed softly, those red bat eyes somehow more gentle even against the black pupil. “This other entity is already here, growing each day. Every violent death in Gotham is being consumed by it, which I will admit has strengthened the truce between the Curse and myself. Neither of us wish to feed it any more than necessary.”

Danny’s brows furrowed at that and he tried to think back to everything that Frostbite had ever told him about spirits. Not the dead-people kind, but the Neverborn; entities, concepts, ideas given form. Like time, and cities.

“So… when did the Joker die?” He asked cautiously, and felt surprise jolt through Jason. Lady Gotham gave him a quick glance, and cocked her head at Jason himself.

“Not so long after Jason did. A matter of months, less than a year, though he was dead less than a few minutes.” There was something in her tone, a weight on the words that made Danny think he was on the right track… but that she didn’t want to say it.

Which. Well. That was all kinds of bad fucking news if an entity as old as Lady Gotham was wary of speaking it into being. Luckily, Danny was just a fucked up little half ghost who had absolutely no supernatural tie ins to things like belief.

And he believed in just laying all the cards on the table before he decided if he had to flip it.

“That’s really young for any kind of belief spirit,” he said bluntly, watching Lady Gotham’s eyes. Saw… just a hint of something, creasing the corners, and seriously considered reaching his aura to hers for the first time today.

It’d save so much time to just get the message through feeling, but… if she preferred words, the words had to be important, and Jason probably needed words.

Fuck, they’d all need words, because this was going to be a goddamn bat-briefing if Lady Gotham was filling them in, and Mr Emotional Repression Is My Soulmate was not going to be up to aura reads.

Chewing his lower lip, he thought through the next stage a couple times before speaking slowly, watching for any hint he was still on the right path.

“If… it’s grown fast enough that you both noticed… it’s not new?” He tried, wondering briefly if he’d retroactively doomed them all by thinking about “what else could break through” from the depths of the Zone.

Lady Gotham shook her head though, gesturing impatiently through her smoke to clear it… maybe the first sign he’d ever seen that she didn’t control it entirely.

“No. That much, we are both certain of. This entity… it is new and unformed, with no Name of its own. At the moment, all of the fear it wreaks is only feeding belief in the Curse, which is why it only has death. But there is already a will there, long before it should even have awareness. And it wants to grow.”

“Oh great, so Joker’s got a Pitty 2.0 but his is on the outside,” Jason quipped, irritation sparking through him… and Danny was kinda glad to see it, honestly. Just a little flash of the guy he’d been getting to know in all the dark.

Even Lady Gotham managed a brief smile, and didn’t actually bother refuting it; closing her eyes for a moment, she waved her hand and the clouds of smog between them solidified briefly into a model of the city. Buildings only, but with horribly empty shadows between them.

“The Joker’s death gave it an entrance, and his revival denied it his shape, his Name, and the fear he commands. But it is no longer fixated on killing the Joker - and it was, for several years. It pushed him before it had the power for anything else, driving him further, feeding poison to those around him, trying to have him killed so that it could become The Joker, the pure essence of every bloody mark the clown left on Gotham. And it very nearly succeeded,” she added softly, her gaze turning back to Jason with an almost tangible sorrow.

Something in Danny’s gut iced over, and suddenly he was really, really glad he didn’t know what she was thinking.

Bruce looked better as he rose from the table, Diana decided, watching her old friend closely. For all that he’d come with an actual reason for his doom and gloom (for a change), his attitude during the briefing was positively relaxed compared to their own discussion that followed.

He would still be worrying and fretting, she knew him too well to believe anything else, and… she knew why. While Diana had no children of her own (though she had met and heard of other versions of herself who had), she did dearly love her own proteges, and those of her friends.

She remembered Jason as the young, sweet boy who’d stumbled over every word he said to her and stared at her like she’d hung the stars. She remembered Bruce’s grief, Batman’s rage, and the shadow that hung over the Dark Knight with every step until Tim Drake took him to heel.

She knew that there was too much there, the guilt and pain and loss and grief for Bruce to see Jason objectively, and she didn’t begrudge him that. Nor did she condone it.

It only hurt both men, and while she would not give her opinion when it wasn’t wanted… well, she was aware Bruce spoke to Clark of his worries around Jason much more often than he would to her. This time though, she’d had no choice.

She knew the man well enough to know what was truly scaring him in this situation; that Jason would be taken from him again. He was at least as upset by this “Danny” boy as the thought of war with an entire realm.

It would have been cute, if he wasn’t a grown adult man who prided himself on critical thinking. Or actively forcing his son away with his own actions at every turn.

Still, there was one piece of counsel she could give. The thing he hated the most of all was a mystery. And while she also didn’t usually condone his stalking-as-a-sign-of-affection…

“Batman.”

He stopped in the doorway but didn’t look back, still as a statue. At least he was listening.

A fond smile pulling across her lips, Diana shook her head. Let the formal tones of Wonder Woman return to the voice of a friend.

“You see many dangers in the unknown. Perhaps you might reassure yourself by getting to know young Danny Fenton as a person, rather than a potential threat.”

He stayed frozen in the doorway for a moment longer, then nodded his head sharply and swept away.

Diana stifled a chuckle. Honestly, for all Constantine had come to her as if the world were about to end… all of their problems with this Infinite Realm were perfectly clear to her.

The American government had overstepped drastically with their Anti Ecto Acts and would be brought to heel.

The new ruler of the Infinite Realms had turned their head in this direction, and guided them to what must be fixed.

And young Jason Todd, while far from the only hero who had died and returned, had been chosen by this ruler to be favoured with protection, in exchange for service.

Of course, it may all blow out of control and become as dire as her dear friend already seemed to believe it was, but for all Bruce was constantly creating contingencies and backup plans, he very rarely had to use most of them.

She turned her attention to John Constantine instead, the magician seeming much less inclined to make himself scarce than usual. At least he had also calmed considerably, and was even smiling in his own crooked fashion after Bruce.

“You know he’s gonna go stalk that poor kid even more now?” He asked sardonically, pulling another cigarette from his pack but not reaching for the lighter.

Diana hesitated for a moment.

She’d meant for Bruce to talk to Danny, preferably directly. But Bruce did not like talking to new people; not without thorough research and a chance to prepare.

Then she shrugged.

“If it will keep him from disrupting our already tense situation with the Infinite Realms, better that he distract himself with more fatherly concerns,” she said simply.

Constantine snickered again, then frowned.

“Wait, fatherly concerns? For some kid his boy’s known like, a week?”

This time, Diana didn’t bother to restrain her smile, glancing down at the phone in her pocket.

“Merely a week, perhaps, but according to Wonder Girl they have already been caught at least once without their trousers.”

Which hadn’t been part of the official presentation, of course. Nor apparently whatever Bruce had already shared with Constantine, as the mage promptly nearly swallowed his unlit cigarette and began choking.

Diana gave him a carefully gauged slap to the back, sending the now soaked and crumpled smoke across the meeting table, but politely did not laugh.

Jason was pretty sure he was going to puke. Or scream. Maybe both.

It wasn’t bad enough that Bruce had refused to kill the Joker, to stop him from killing anyone else, no, he’d fucking brought him back to life. Given the fucking Joker the chance that none of his victims ever got.

None of them except Jason.

And now apparently even wanting the bastard dead was all part of some master fucking plan to make the fucking asshole even worse.

He’d wanted Bruce to be the one to avenge him from the second Tallia pulled him out of the Lazarus Pit, but when he’d come to Gotham… when his plans to carve out his turf, provoke the Joker with an old alias, set the trap had suddenly become stuffing heads in a bag…

He’d thought about it. A lot. About just hunting the fucker down, putting a bullet between his eyes, and leaving him in the Batcave deader than dead.

Had nearly done it, but no. He’d wanted… he’d wanted Bruce to choose him. To put him first, to say he loved Jason more than some moral stance, to value Tim’s life more, and Steph, and Cass, over the fucking scum who would have happily killed every last one of them with a smile on his face just to see if Bruce finally broke.

And Bruce hadn’t.

Bruce had nearly killed him.

And in and around that whole mess, he’d never gotten around to actually thinking about how his fucking daddy issues had saved the Joker’s life for… years, by now.

Jason wasn’t killing anymore. Not like, actively. Intentionally. Not because he thought Bruce was right; something, someone, had to be willing to stand up for the people of Gotham and actually stop fuckers like the Joker from killing them.

But… well, Crime Alley was his territory, and a scared enemy, a cowed enemy who’d seen their life in Jason’s hands and knew just how easily he could end it was more useful than dealing with the power vacuum, or the next million upstarts who’d think they knew better, would be better, and could take on the Red Hood themselves.

Ironically, keeping fuckers like Black Mask and Great White Shark alive and in power (at severely reduced scale) saved him time. Kept him from dealing with all those upstarts himself.

That was how Waylon had put it, back when Jason was considering adding to his bag of heads. It was… like farming. Keep them low, but keep them stable. Break anything new they went for, or anything that got on his turf.

Let them harvest some of the power hungry fucks who thought they could take a piece of the Alley.

And then Dick had noticed. And reached out. And didn’t stop until Jason gave in and reached back.

When Danny came to Gotham. Somehow, it all swung back around to Danny.

And the fact that if he actually believed what he told Bruce, he could have gone to kill the clown himself at any time since returning to the city.

And he never had. The time wasn’t right. Something came up. Something went wrong, or broke, or distracted him before he thought too hard about it.

Killing the Joker hadn’t even been in his original plans for his triumphant return. He’d just wanted to take back the Alley, prove his point to Bruce. Keep his home safe.

When had killing the Joker become such a big part of the plan? Who the fuck had gotten into his fucking head, redefined him as the last moment of his fucking life, demanded his new life be all about how the last one ended?

Eyes narrowing, he looked searchingly into Lady Gotham’s face just in time to catch her slow nod, like she’d heard every thought. Like he’d been speaking aloud.

“I could not stop it from reaching to you,” she said softly, her voice heavy with sadness, “but I could… distract. Get in the way, make its path harder. That you did not give in…”

Something soft, something proud flickered in her eyes again, and it made him want to squirm.

“You may not have consciously known that you fought yet another enemy, yet you triumphed regardless. My dear Jason…” she sighed, heavy with sorrow, and reached out a hand again as though to cup his face.

Jason found himself moving to meet her before he even thought about it. Stopped himself just before it actually got him anywhere.

He wasn’t done being angry yet. He wasn’t even sure he’d actually started. If he could ever, would ever, be angry enough for this.

There was something building in him like a tide, riding high on resentment and his spiralling thoughts. It wasn’t green tinted like the pit rage, his vision was still clear… if anything, it felt sharper, like everything had been dialled up to eleven. Like the terrible, roaring anger was seeking a target.

“I am sorry that you have been robbed of your justice in this way,” Lady Gotham said quietly and once again Jason’s focus narrowed down with her intensity, like she was the only real thing in the world, “that even your own emotions of this, your death, have been used against you. It is…”

She hesitated, actually looking to Danny for help herself for the first time. Judging from the sudden low horror Jason could feel from the other man, he might actually be under reacting.

Or the tide was still rising.

He felt like razing the whole city to the fucking ground, with his own hands, brick by brick. Or puking. Or screaming until his lungs ripped out of his chest, if only he could move.

It felt like something had reached into his brain and cranked up the contrast, made the already neon brights of the Ghost Zone brighter, the shadows darker, the very air prickling at his skin like needles with the urge to do something.

Because if he moved, did anything, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Not when every muscle ached to tear the whole universe apart.

He was almost a passenger in his own skin as something else, a different, slow boiling rage barely under control clamped him in a vice.

“So y’know we talked about not asking about how ghosts died?” Danny said slowly, his voice suddenly low and hoarse.

Jason managed a stiff nod, every muscle twanging tight with tension. It had been pretty important, pre-Ghost-Zone.

And he could put the pieces together, right from the tight hot center of that ball of rage that he was pretty sure was his own core.

“This is worse,” he said gruffly, not bothering to look over. Didn’t have to, when he could feel the face Danny was pulling through the worry-worry-fear-anger-horror still surrounding him.

He… fuck. He was a little afraid of what he might do, if there was even an ounce of pity on Danny’s face, and honestly that panicked him more than anything else. All the rage wanted was a target, and he didn’t think he’d be able to choose what it was.

Danny nodded anyway, making a conscious effort to try and reign his aura in. Like he couldn’t hear the subtext, feel it in Jason’s, or like he could and didn’t care.

It left him feeling cold, icy and alone, but still relieved under the echoing slam of rage in his veins. A little more alone in his own head. A little less watched. Judged. Not good enough.

“Like, worse than worse, dude. Ghosts will throw down and rip each other apart just for fun and no one’s actually hurt, but… you don’t fuck with somebody’s death. You just don’t. It’s the worst thing you could do to a ghost, worse than Ending them. Not even Pariah Dark…”

“Exactly,” Lady Gotham hissed, baring her teeth in something not even remotely a smile, full cheeks and lips suddenly gaunt and hollow as the teeth became fangs. It lasted barely a moment, a flicker before it faded, but it snapped Jason straight out of his fury with a sudden shock of terror.

She’d been intimidating before. Effortlessly, gracefully powerful and commanding, the kind of person people would beg to step on them without a hint of aggression. Those teeth though… just the moment of that rage, of something so powerful suddenly nothing but raw, feral danger…

It wasn’t even directed at him but it still felt like a bucket of cold water down his spine. An instant urge to duck his head, show his throat, convince this much larger predator that he wasn’t a threat.

She was immediately contrite, turning her head away as her face cast into shadow, only the red pupils still visible.

“My apologies. It is… less personal for me than it is for you, yet it seems still too close to my heart.”

Forcing himself to swallow, Jason took a couple of deep, heavy breaths. The anger was still there, kind of. He could feel it in an almost distant way, past the hammering of his heart, but it wasn’t all he was anymore.

It was just… a feeling now. One he was in control of.

The shadows were just shadows again. The green of the Zone no longer blinding.

He blew the last breath out slowly, and let the remnants of the anger go with it.

“No, uh… it’s fine. I think that helped, actually,” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and suddenly embarrassed at just how tense he’d become.

Justified, apparently, from both the other ghosts’ reactions, but that didn’t mean Jason wanted to feel so out of control. How close to just… being carried away by the anger.

No matter what anyone else said, no matter what the damn Pit or Joker-monster or whatever the fuck else tried to do, Jason Todd was not going to be defined by rage.

For one thing, he’d never live it down.

Danny sagged beside him, relief as tangible as that last breath flowing out of him, despite the core of concern underneath. That was fine; Jason was still concerned too.

And maybe thinking about his stash of ecto-candies again, but he honestly didn’t feel half as drained this time. He wasn’t even scared of Lady Gotham anymore - that moment had ended as soon as it started. As soon as she’d tucked those terrifying needle-like teeth away. Now she just looked…

Proud. Proud, and fond, and so, so sad. Like Alfred had been the first time he presented Jason with his very own Robin suit for the field.

It choked something inside Jason just a little, made his throat tight and breath hitch.

“You are so much more than anyone gives you credit for, Jason Todd,” she said softly, her sclera softening briefly to a bright, sunshine yellow. Like the cape he’d drowned in as a boy flying from her rooftops, “and they all think far better of you than you believe.”

That caught him up for a moment, confusion pulling into the absolute fucking mess of emotions he was pretty sure he was projecting to all and sundry.

Then Danny sighed heavily and draped himself sideways over Jason’s shoulders like a particularly lanky and bony scarf.

“Yeah, yeah, and your ghost mom is fucking terrifying. Did not need that reminder, Ladyship,” he tossed at Lady Gotham with a cheeky wink, effectively steam rolling the tension yet again.

Jason could have kissed him, but from the angle Danny had flopped on, his options were armpit or hip, and neither appealed.

Sassy comebacks, he could handle. Reassurances that people didn’t think he was a complete sack of shit, apparently not.

The whole batfam were just perfect poster kids for mental health, alright?

The Lady herself laughed softly and inclined her head, not arguing the point.

“Of course. Still, I am sorry Jason.”

He cut her off this time, raising both hands and stopping just short of reaching for the back of his neck again, which was about where Danny’s waist was sat.

“Don’t be. I… think I needed to be knocked out of my head there. I really do feel better now,” he added, and Danny huffed a noncommittal noise and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, well. You’re allowed to be pissed about it,” Danny informed him like he wasn’t sure if Jason actually knew that.

Which, obviously, Jason absolutely wasn’t. He had a pit ghost baby to teach good habits to, and Danny still had no idea what Jason was like when he actually lost control of the anger. But he could appreciate the sentiment.

And deflect like a Robin.

“Oh, is that a royal decree?” He asked archly, and while this noise was no more coherent than the last it was decidedly more whiny and drawn out into wordless protest.

Which still ended in a very quiet “yes.”

Luckily, quiet enough that Jason could pretend he didn’t hear it.

“Anyway, I’m good. Still gonna kick this thing’s ass for messing with my head, and maybe put it in a blender, but for now I’m good. Chill vibes only for Pitty,” he added with a roll of his eyes when Danny made a confused little chirping sound.

Lady Gotham chuckled softly to herself and nodded, resettling herself to recline on her smog clouds once more.

“Indeed. You currently have more pressing concerns; as little as I enjoy the present situation, it can wait. The Curse and I can monitor this new being’s behaviour through the rogues it has affected; they are noticeably becoming more violent, while the Curse is swaying the rest towards being less. For contrast,” she added before Jason could ask.

Which… might actually explain why Riddler had tossed a broken game box at Croc and the Wayne gala rather than trying to fix it. He’d stripped most of the interesting stuff according to Tim’s report, sure, but Nygma never let a thread go.

So he wasn’t gonna be on this new bad guy’s kill list.

Nor would Waylon, and Harley had been more destructive than homicidal for years. Already making a mental list on the events he’d caught wind of in the last few weeks, Jason didn’t even realise the conversation had moved on without him until Danny stuck a wet finger in his ear.

“What the actual fuck!” Jason demanded, trying to shrug the ghost off his shoulders. And while there was deadass no weight to Danny in this form, it was frankly unfair that he just rolled with the movement like he also didn’t have bones, snickering.

“You had Resting Bat Face,” he explained with a grin, twisting upwards to look down at him in a way that actually really shouldn’t have been doable with a human spine - and Jason had grown up around Dick Grayson, who ran the limit of everything a human spine was capable of.

“He does best with a problem to solve,” Lady Gotham noted with a sly amusement. “This one, however, has no time limit as yet. If I thought you would listen, I would have insisted on telling you at a later date.”

And that was just pointed enough that Jason rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks flush in spite of himself. He just… liked to have all of the information. It’s not like he was Bruce.

“Yeah, well, I like to know what I’m dealing with,” he grumbled, folding his arms and scowling at Danny. Who grinned back and ruffled his hair.

“Well, either way. Not like you need to pull the spandex back on imminently, right? There’s plenty of bats around,” he offered hopefully, and Jason felt a quick pang.

Danny… really didn’t want him to have to be a vigilante. He could taste it in the hope, in the worry, in everything his king was putting off. For some reason, he seemed to think Jason had come back to life and left the masks behind.

Like he hadn’t even thought about why Jason was still in fighting shape to be his fucking knight in the first place.

He knew he’d be annoyed if it was anyone else trying to insist he stay out of the game. He’d shot at Dick more than once for suggesting he go home when he was injured; the rest knew better than to say a word.

He hadn’t even considered giving up the vigilante life when he came back from the dead… except that brief period when he’d sort of been a rogue. He’d never even been a normal crime lord, most of them were way less hands on.

If he looked at the future now, he couldn’t imagine ever giving it up. The rogues would apparently literally always be a problem; the city would always need protectors.

That thought had never made him sad before, and yet…

Was it really the first time anyone had suggested he’d done enough? He’d died, and sure Jason was back now, but Danny seemed to really, actually believe he could stop wearing the mask.

That he’d given enough, given everything, and could and should just have a peaceful life now.

It made him almost ashamed to admit that he’d never even considered the possibility.

For all Jason railed against teen heroes, he’d only stopped being one for a temporary villain arc. Which was apparently at least partially supernaturally motivated, which was fun.

It’d shut Bruce up if Jason ever dragged that out in an argument, but Bruce already thought Jason was too volatile and susceptible to being controlled. Never mind that he hadn’t actually killed the Joker and started the apocalypse or whatever, all Bruce would hear was “someone else made Jason a villain so it could happen again”.

He’d probably try and take Jason off the case of this mystic whatever that was feeding on death. Fuck that noise. Until Bruce got a face to face with Lady G, Jason probably wouldn’t even tell him the details.

(Honestly, if there was even half a chance of avoiding that subject altogether, he’d take it. Bruce got ornery about magic in his city in a way none of the Robins had ever enjoyed dealing with, and that had been back when he and Jason had a good relationship.

Now… well, Constantine had been sticking around, so hopefully he could handle that mess and Jason could just get the actual work done.)

He gave Danny his best reassuring smile anyway, rolling his eyes and reaching to try and ruffle his hair. Found that he actually couldn’t quite reach with the way Danny was twisted around him, which was kinda weird.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard Frostbite. Side effects of the forming core could be pretty much fucking anything, and til Pitty pops out I’m not even gonna do research on anything that’ll set us off.”

Which wasn’t the same as saying he wouldn’t start the case. He could arrange what he already knew, start a plan of action, and organise his next steps without doing any additional research, after all.

Something about Lady Gotham’s delicately arching eyebrow let him know that she, at least, was onto his bullshit. Lucky for Jason, Danny just accepted the words, grinning and twisting around to wrap his whole head in a hug.

And then flowed back off his shoulders like a fucking liquid before Jason could worry about having to breathe.

“That’s great! Oh, and we should set up your haunt too! That’ll help!” Danny enthused brightly, clapping his hands and doing his best impression of a totally solid human that was apparently not his default.

Maybe it was a ghost thing.

Just so long as he never did it in human form, Jason could ignore that he definitely shoulda felt a ribcage being squeezed like that…

And no, Jason absolutely wasn’t wondering about what else Danny could use that noodley flexibility for. Totally not letting Dick know either… for competitive gymnast reasons, definitely.

No one wanted to deal with that.

And then his brain fizzled to a halt as Danny’s actual words penetrated and a sliver of concern slipped in.

Because… yeah. They’d talked about haunts. It was practically the first topic on the list; what to do in someone else’s haunt, what to never ever do even near someone else’s haunt, what a haunt meant to a ghost.

It was soul-underwear again, one of the most sacred parts of a person’s soul; their truest, actual home. Fortress and power source.

Halfas had to have them too, since Danny and Frostbite had both insisted that keeping and maintaining his haunt were going to be vital to his health while his cores stabilized. As in, Frostbite told him not to leave it for long and suggested redecorating as a soothing activity.

(Danny’s was officially Amity Park, which had not escaped Jason’s notice when he was apparently being put on haunt-arrest. It might have been an older halfa thing; very few ghosts actually stayed in their haunts all the time, although Jason could see the temptation.

It also might have been something else, and Jason had this thing about secrets and surprises down the line. He’d ask later, if he couldn’t work it out himself.)

Danny called Crime Alley Jason’s haunt, and that had felt right from the first time he’d said it. Crime Alley was his, his territory, his space, his home more than anywhere else. He knew it inside and out, could feel its moods and taste the changes in the air when something went wrong.

Baby ghosts usually couldn’t claim a haunt of any size as their own, but Jason knew that the Alley belonged to him.

That was before he’d met Lady Gotham. And if she was the spirit of the whole city… maybe he’d been wrong? Maybe it was just through her that he knew it so well?

He found himself looking to her uncertainly, searching her face in case there was any trace of displeasure. Any sign she didn’t want another ghost’s haunt in… well, what was kinda her physical body.

He couldn’t see or feel anything, but when she’d already been so careful about keeping her feelings her own… no better time to ask, really.

“Yeah… about that…” this time he did scratch the back of his neck, Danny safely down beside him. Which was about when he realized that he had no clue how to word the question.

Haunts were personal, he knew that much.

Then again, Lady Gotham said she was his ghost-mom. That had to include stupid questions. Blunt it was.

“Is it weird if I have a haunt in the city? I mean, it’s obviously your city, duh, but how do I… it feels like I’m squatting in your closet,” he said finally, giving up on not being just the most awkward creature in a thousand mile radius.

Danny’s mouth opened and closed a few times, excitement fading to a confused fascination as his words sunk in.

“Y’know, that’s a really good point… except it’s more like he’s squatting in your kidneys,” he pointed out to Lady Gotham, turning to face her too.

Lady Gotham chuckled softly and took a slow drag from her traffic cone, which had almost stopped smoking.

“Ah, I forget the limitations of a halfa’s knowledge… all ghosts begin with a haunt within their parent’s, Jason. From the moment you returned to my arms I opened up the Alley for you, and it has been yours ever since.” She paused to blow out a long plume of smog, which shaped itself into a tiny row of very familiar buildings.

Jason didn’t have to see more than a couple to know what they were; he could feel it right down to his core.

“When you are older, stronger, you may desire another, although being in the mortal world is already a degree of distance, but Crime Alley will always be your first,” Lady Gotham continued as Crime Alley bloomed from the smog before them, tiny and yet more than just an image, more than just a replica; the real thing in the scope of her power.

There were no lights in tiny windows, nothing moving through the smog, and yet it was still clearly alive. No, filled with things that were alive, people and noise and even the rats.

And it was his. His beating heart.

Lady Gotham’s smile was a tender beacon in the fog, her hands coming up to caress the smoking Crime Alley and gently waft it in his direction.

“Every crumbling brick, every pothole, every shadow. It is a heavy responsibility, and one I shall share with you until you decide you no longer need my help, but it will always be yours, Jason. It would not have accepted anyone else.”

The cluster of smoggy buildings fell apart as they reached Jason and for a moment he nearly panicked trying to keep them together, but… he was suddenly washed in a wave of old, familiar scent.

Not the burned rubber and pollution of all the rest of the smogs, the constant smell of the city. This was… floral. Soft, and sweet, and chemical in the way that cheap perfumes always were because they couldn’t have afforded the good ones.

Watered down, because they could get even that so rarely that she would begin refilling the bottle with water when it was barely half empty. Catherine Todd’s favourite perfume.

It hadn’t covered the stink of cigarettes and worse coming from the very walls of their apartment; he’d only smelled it when she was holding him close. Shielding him from Willis’s rage, tucking him into bed, cuddled up on the couch to wait out the rain or sickness.

The smell of home.

It brought tears to his eyes, the pressure of the day threatening to spill over and overwhelm him again.

Intellectually, it felt like another moment that should have been terrifying. More than any show of teeth, this was her strength. Who and what she was, she could break him with a wave of her hand, a wisp of smoke, and yet…

He felt warm. Comforted. Wrapped in her smile and at peace in a way he hadn’t in… fuck it had been years.

There was something else too, a layer under the flowers that only the deepest detective-trained parts of him tried to pluck apart; it was part of the home smell, inextricable, but it didn’t make sense. Wasn’t the perfume. Just the very faintest hint of baking far away, and Catherine Todd had never been able to afford…

Oh.

Of course not. Because Catherine Todd, his mother in every possible sense of the word but one, had never met Alfred.

So, the good news: Tucker was currently in the lead for Spiderheck. Bad news: they’d finished the first set (Tim won, but he’d been two ahead from the start which was cheating), and… the game had ticked directly over into another set.

They hadn’t been planning on changing any settings, so it was fine, and Conner and Tim hadn’t noticed anything wrong.

But… Tucker was beginning to worry, just a little. He’d done video games before, with Danny and Sam; no worries, they’d taken a turn directly in pretty much every game they’d played together.

Just, y’know, he knew Danny and Sam really well. And Tim and Conner were really cool, and he understood a lot more about how the Supers worked than he ever had before? But, maybe that was why he’d kinda screwed up.

Because he wanted things to be fair, and didn’t want them to think he’d given himself extra advantages. So they were all spiders, all the same.

And he wasn’t completely sure where the meta controls were?

Danny and Sam always insisted he have a version of the controller somewhere, so they could flick to the menu (and sometimes run riot there too). Last time they did Spiderheck, he’d put the buttons on his stomach, so Danny and Sam could try and hit them for an extra level of difficulty.

But he wanted to be fair. Didn’t want extra powers. And, apparently, technopathy had sorta maybe converted that wish into him not being able to feel it while he was spidered up.

All his combat moves were fine! The break, grab, web commands were smooth and easy, just like every other time he did them. Different attacks, no worries. And, obviously, he hadn’t stood still and tried to look for the code, because they were playing Spiderheck and that was a really easy way to get wiped.

Dodging another swinging attack from Tim, he scuttled at top speed across the platform and jumped behind a box. No weapons here, and he scanned quickly for the next spawn point.

Which, normally, shoulda shown up on two levels; the normal game vision, and the white lined underlay of the code, which he could always see through from top to bottom of the level.

(This was usually an active impediment rather than an advantage in Spiderheck; it was way too hard to know what he could stand on.)

He couldn’t see one, just the platform above and the wall behind.

Maybe he should take an early death, just to give himself a little time to work this out. Just so he could stop worrying. He was 21, he’d had these powers for years, he totally knew how they worked by now.

He just, maybe, might have gotten overconfident.

Danny would never let him live it down if they all had to be rescued from Spiderheck.

And, way more importantly, Tim Drake-Wayne and his super hot boyfriend would only remember him as the loser who couldn’t even control his powers.

Nope. Absolutely not.

A loud buzzing heralded the arrival of one of the spinning laser traps, and Tucker made up his mind. Just one early death. No worries. He had a two win lead, and honestly he’d rather lose the set than admit he’d fucked up.

Scuttling “away” from Tim’s probable next attack, Tucker scurried into the path of the spinning laser trap.

And saw, at the very last second, Conner swinging in from the other side, directly into a laser.

Shit.

Sam was comfortably snuggled down into her pillows and thoroughly enjoying the chaos her new chat was creating when she finally heard the door. A little too buried to easily get up, or look particularly graceful doing it, so instead she stuck a hand straight up into the air.

“In here, love!”

And, like the angel of mercy that she was, Val only made her wait ten minutes to get out of all of her winter gear and put the kettle on before coming to save her from her fate.

“Not the fastest rescue I’ve received,” Sam teased, even as Val hauled her easily to her feet. Val grinned back and pulled her in for a quick peck.

“I wasn’t aware I was being timed. I can do better.”

“I bet you can,” Sam laughed, draping her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders. Val gave her another, deeper kiss, then drew back enough to press their foreheads together.

“So, how was Gotham? I saw Danny made the front page,” she teased back, and Sam hesitated.

In amongst all of their various plans for disaster, it hadn’t really come up that whatever they did at the party, it was sure to make the gossip rags. Front page though? That was probably an achievement.

And, given what she herself had done, really annoying.

“What, they gave the front page to him? I blatantly accused at least two CEOs and Lex Luthor of weaponizing misogyny, with citations, and Danny got the front page?” She huffed, drawing back and folding her arms, fully intent on turning away to sulk, but not remotely objecting when Val’s arms snuck around her waist and pulled her back in.

Val’s chin tucked in over her shoulder and the taller woman snickered.

“I know, right? Sadly cold hard facts just fade away in the face of a scandal.” Val sighed dramatically, then dropped a kiss on the side of Sam’s neck. “You’re on page seven. It’s mostly about your parents, but using Lex’s name got a couple other points in. Oh, and Vicki Vale did a three page piece on how Brucie Wayne specifically upholds the patriarchy. I think she quoted you.”

Sam considered that for a moment, her arms automatically coming around to cover Val’s for a brief squeeze. It wasn’t like she’d actually been planning to change anything at the gala. Mostly she’d just wanted to be heard.

It could be an interesting starting point, though. Especially since she got to pick her outfit for the next gala; her mother hadn’t even specified that it had to be a dress on the document, which was definitely a peace offering.

Cass Wayne had looked really good in that suit.

Her cheeks suddenly hot for absolutely no reason, Sam twisted in Val’s arms to kiss her again.

“I’m sorry my mom’s… the worst,” she finished lamely, wrapping her arms around Val again.

The whole fall-from-grace thing may have been seven years ago, and Val had more than moved on, but. Well. Sam didn’t exactly believe all the scars had healed.

Especially when Val stilled for a moment in her arms.

Then she chuckled, wrapping her arms a littler tighter around Sam and lifting her off her feet.

“Hey, at least she’s not actually a bigot. It’s always nicer to be hated personally than in general, y’know?” She teased, echoing something Sam was pretty sure Danny had said to her back in her Phantom-hunting days.

Sam huffed and wrapped her legs around Val’s waist too, raining kisses down on her face.

“Yeah, well, she can still shove it up her ass. You’re my date for the next gala, if you actually want to come.”

Which.

Well.

Was about when she realized that the next gala was probably going to be extra interesting, after all their shenanigans. Maybe they should have been more discrete? More careful?

Her worry must have shown on her face, because Val gave her a very gentle bounce to shake her out of it.

“Hey. Samantha Manson. I would be delighted to go to the next gala with you, and tell all the little journalists that yeah, I’m that Val,” she said firmly once Sam had refocused on her. Then she grinned. “I’ll even be on my best behaviour and not one up Danny until the second one.”

That made Sam laugh again, hugging on tight even as Val turned and easily carried her through to their little kitchenette and sat her up on one of the counters.

“Hey, did you get that autograph from Harley for me by the way? I wanna send it to my dad for his birthday,” she added, sneaking another kiss and then pulling a pair of mugs next to the steaming kettle.

Sam considered hopping off the counter. Didn’t bother, reaching behind herself instead to pull her favourite tea for the month and drop a bag into her mug.

“Yeah, a couple actually. And she said if we wanna meet Ivy she’ll let us know when they’re back on the west coast, but it won’t be any time soon.” That hadn’t been particularly surprising, but it still made Sam a little sad.

Just another reminder that they were on the outside looking in all the way over here.

Valerie stilled, coming back and resting both hands on Sam’s thighs.

“Do you miss being on the east coast?” She asked quietly, those gorgeous green eyes so large and gentle.

Sam hesitated a moment longer, then sighed and let her head thunk back against the cupboard behind her.

“Honestly, I think I just miss being closer to everyone. It’s not far for Danny with the Zone, but if you or I wanna visit anyone we have to hop on an airplane or spend weeks driving, neither of which are good for the environment. We just… get forgotten out here, stuck out of the loop.”

Val raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face but eyes still soft with understanding.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk. I thought I’d pick up a new phone and rejoin the group chat that day, but suddenly I gotta wait nearly a week for “new secrets”,” she teased and Sam sighed, shaking her head. Not quite able to lift all the way out of her funk.

“Yeah, I know… it probably woulda been fine, Danny shouldn’t have dropped anything at all in the main chat if he didn’t want everyone to see it, I just…”

“Wanted to be more sensitive than he is,” Val finished the sentence, leaning in for another kiss. Not needing to reach up even with Sam sat on the counter. “That’s why I’m still dating you.”

It did pull a smile from Sam anyway and she draped her arms over her girlfriend’s shoulders again.

“For some reason. So, what did you think?”

Val shrugged, her hands sliding up to settle around Sam’s waist.

“About a new halfa? Probably sucks for him. Especially when he’s gotta come out as dead to his family. The Waynes aren’t exactly known for being stable,” she pointed out when Sam snickered.

Which was a fair point.

“They’re actually worse when there’s more of them,” she mused, glancing back towards the bed where she’d left her phone, “and the oldest’s a cop now.”

This time it was Val’s turn to snicker.

“Yeah, I heard. Tuck already sent me the blow by blow of you eviscerating the poor guy.”

Sam preened. Deservedly.

“Hey, you know me, I’m not gonna play nice just cuz I’ve been dragged to some social function.”

The snicker turned to a chuckle as Val leaned in, rubbing their noses together.

“And you know me, baby girl, ACAB all the way, and I still think that should extend to the Justice League. Heard half of Batman Inc also showed up, did you let them have it too?”

“You know I did,” Sam purred, locking her ankles behind Val’s back and nipping playfully at her lower lip. Val laughed, her hands creeping slowly up the small of Sam’s back.

“That’s my little leopard. Tea’s done.” And then, totally unfairly, she reached back with one hand and pulled Sam’s ankles apart, slipping free with a laugh as Sam pouted. “Hey, you’d be more upset if I let it over steep.”

“I can make more tea,” Sam grumbled, finally slipping off the counter, but a rebellious smile made it onto her face anyway. Val toasted her with the french press.

“True that, darling, but I’m not wasting the good coffee beans. Daddy asked me four times if I was sure about taking the train but honestly, he’s a state away now, it’s not worth a flight.”

Setting her teabag aside, Sam squirted in some vanilla agave syrup and took a deep breath. Gotham was fine, but no hotels could match her home tea stash. Not even the Waynes could.

“Beautiful, strong, environmentally conscious, and a Daddy’s girl. How did I land you again?” She asked innocently as Val dropped creamer into her own mug.

“By being all of those but the last one,” Val countered easily, taking a mug and holding an arm out for Sam to tuck under. “Now c’mon, if I’m going to the next gala you need to tell me allllll about a certain cutie Cassandra Wayne,” she cooed, making for their couch.

Sam’s face flushed red and she made to duck away instantly, but those damn vigilante muscles made it so hard.

“Okay, veto, you’re not allowed to do that anymore! My mom is trying to hook me up with her!” Sam did not whine. She. Protested. With dignity. Totally no idea why Val snickered, holding her coffee up and away in her other arm.

“Yeah, that’s the point. How funny would it be if Danny and I both stole a Wayne from you?” She asked with a vicious grin.

Which… did make Sam pause. Because that would be really funny. And Cass would almost certainly be down for it; she wasn’t as loud or attention seeking as any of the boys, but Sam could recognize the wicked gleam in anyones’ eyes when they enjoyed the chaos.

Then she sighed.

“No, we have to be good for the next gala. Otherwise no one’s going to listen to what I actually have to say.”

Val hummed an agreement, guiding her to sit on the plush, well loved cushions. It was an old couch, and a hand-me-down from Sam’s work, but it was just too good to pass up. They could both lie comfortably side by side on the seat, if they snuggled just a little, and the back was wide and plush enough for two throws.

“Okay. The gala after that, then. It’ll make our slow burn long distance romance all the more compelling,” she added when Sam snorted, finally releasing Sam to sink comfortably into oblivion.

Sam swatted at her and put her tea down on the table.

“You’re dreadful. I love you. We’ll ask Cass, lemme just get my phone and I’ll hook you into the group chat with her, Steph, and Babs. They’re Wayne family friends,” she added at Val’s questioning noise, “I haven’t met Babs yet, but Steph is great. You’re gonna love her.”

“Only if we’re going for some three’s company action,” Val snickered as Sam jogged to the bedroom, flipping her girlfriend off as she went.

Jason was quiet as they left the Zone. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, especially after the day he’d had and the emotional whiplash.

Danny was doing his very best not to let it bother him. He remembered the early days of being a halfa, how much he’d second-guessed himself, how much every new change and discovery had rocked his world. And he’d been a teenager, all hormones and fire and energy.

He hadn’t even been dead a month before shit got weird.

Jason was twenty-two, and had already been dead for almost seven years. Danny’d like to think he’d found ways to cope, but seven years in himself he was pretty sure he still hadn’t.

Whatever Jason had dealt with in those six and a half years was being ripped up in front of him day by day.

If there was anything he wanted, anything he needed, Danny would be there for him in a heartbeat. Before he could even have to ask, if possible. Aaaand the only thing he couldn’t do that for was if Jason needed space.

Lady Gotham had been able to open them a portal directly into Jason’s apartment; Danny preferred to aim high enough to miss walls and buildings on the way back, but it was her city. She knew exactly where everything and anything was - the portal had been in the back of Jason’s front door.

Danny totally wasn’t jealous. He could come back out almost at the same place he’d gone in, if he was quick. And he could go intangible anyway.

It was still really cool to watch the city spirit do it, the way the realms opened easily and willingly at her touch. She’d given Jason a token, a coin that had to be at least six hundred years old that showed the city’s skyline. Apparently he could use it to get in touch with her, or get back to the Zone on his own if Danny couldn’t take him.

Danny was fine with that. For sure.

The Infinite Realms were dangerous, but the token should bring him straight to Lady Gotham, in an emergency. And then Danny could follow and find her, and find Jason. It was a super reasonable backup plan.

He still found himself hovering in the doorway, unsure if Jason wanted him to stay or go while the other man shrugged out of his coat, boots, and shoulder holster that Danny had totally missed this entire time. And then walked directly into the bathroom.

Danny hovered a little closer, entirely unknowing what exactly he’d do if Jason was crying. Or screaming. Or beating a hole in the wall away from prying eyes. Or, actually using the bathroom for its intended purpose, apparently.

Because Danny forgot Jason was still in mandatory human form at all times.

He couldn’t hear anything from inside the bathroom with the door shut anyway, not even movement or the sink running. But then again, Jason’s family knew Superman personally. That probably lead to some inside jokes and really specific precautions.

Danny hovered back to the door. Stared around at the incredibly clean, well organized display of video games and weaponry on the walls, the double shelf of books.

This, he was beginning to suspect, was a third, larger, more expensive apartment. The furniture and room layouts were about the same, but he was like 80% sure the apartment they’d played MarioKart in hadn’t had as much stuff.

This one had some dishes waiting by the sink though. Given how well organized everything else was, they stuck out.

…

Five minutes. Jason was still in the bathroom.

Danny hated waiting. If he was going to stick around, he could justify it by helping out. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

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