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ghost-wolf34 · 10 months

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Werewolf Bucky Barnes

Chapter 18. The rescue. T. P. C. B. W. V. Part 4

"Yeah." Shauna said quietly, as she leaned her head back against the wall and tried to ignore the stinging in her side from the claw marks. "I...I was trying to find Bucky to tell him, but...I ran into fury in the hallway. Which is how I'm here in the mission now hurt by a freakin giant werewolf." She mumbled not to pleased.

"As soon as we get back I'm having a word with director Fury, I'm sure that Barnes with have something to say to along with Captain Rogers." Peggy said, as she sighed and shook her head. "May I?" She asked her friend, to give her the okay to look at her wound.

Before looking at the claw marks when she gave the okay, she then looked at Shadow's wound. "It looks like their light claw marks, they don't look deep but we still need to get you and us out of here. I do hope the boys hurry up." Peggy was worried for her friend and ticked at Fury.

"That's a relief, I just hope they hurry up too." Shauna said, as she thought about how Bucky was going to feel when he found out that not only was she hurt but that she's also pregnant. "Bucks gonna be ticked." She thought to herself, as she waited for them to get there.

Mean while on the jet.

Buck was sitting there quietly as he thought about his mate, he was getting very anxious and worried about her since she had been put on a mission that she didn't want to go on in the first place.

He sighed as he leaned his head back against the seat staring up at the ceiling of the jet, while anxiously bouncing his leg and patting his hands against his thighs as he tried to stay calm for Shadow's sake but he just couldn't help it.

"You alright back there Buck?" Steve asked his best friend as he flew the jet to the location that the girls were at, he knew how worried his friend was and he honestly couldn't blame him since he knew how much Buck had cared for Shauna. But he also of course knew that Bucky was wanting to propose to her when she felt better, accept he was wondering if after today Bucky wasn't going to wait.

"Yeah, just worried about Shauna. I really wish fury wouldn't have set her on this mission, she hasn't been feeling well and I'm just really concerned about her. Even if she is with the girls." Bucky said, as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know Buck, but the girls will keep her safe til we get there. We're almost there, as soon as we get her back home I'll have fury put her off missions til she feels better." Steve said continued to pilot the jet, as they got closer to the base.

Bucky knew that the girls would protect her, he just felt bad that he wasn't there on the mission with her to protect her and it bothered his wolf side knowing that their mate as there alone with the girls. Along with her possibly being pregnant with his child or children(since he doesn't know that she is yet.), he just wanted to get there and get her the heck out of there before something happened to her.

Once they had landed Buck was quick to get to his feet and to grab his weapon,

he immediately was at the door waiting for it to open after Steve had pressed the button to open the door. Bucky followed Steve out of the jet and into the hydra building, he shook off his thoughts of being there as he tried to focus on his mate and getting her out of there.

Back to the girls.

Peggy was waiting for Steve to show up since she couldn't contact him from her ear piece being broken she looked over at Wanda as she made sure that the wolf left the alone for the time being. "How were you telling him about the baby?" Peggy asked her trying to make light of the situation.

Shadow smiled softly as she thought about it, she had a very special way that she had wanted to tell Bucky about the baby. "I...uh...I put together a small box of some small things to tell him that he was going to be a father, I was going to surprise him before the mission but I didn't get the chance too." She said sadly as she thought about how her planned to tell him had kinda been ruined by Fury and the mission with her ending up hurt.

Peggy smiled as she listened too her friend explain the plan that she had to tell Bucky about their child. "Well that sounds like a adorable way to tell him, I'm sure he'll be just as happy about it." Peggy told her friend, before hearing footsteps but she only heard one because the other pair was quiet.

"James." Shauna mumbled as she used the wall to stand up knowing that the quiet footsteps were her mates, she stood there looking at the doorway as she listened and waited for her mate to walk into the room.

Wanda heard the footsteps too and looked through the window of the room to see who it was, she then went out into the hallway when she heard gunshots and the wolf growling. She helped the boys fend off the wolf, before looking at them once the wolf had been blocked off. "Bout time you two showed up." She told them both as the glow from her hands faded.

"Where is she? Is she alright?" Bucky asked Wanda in a stern yet worried tone, he was worried that she had been hurt from that giant wolf like them running around the base. He wanted to get to her and get the heck out of there before the wolf broke free, from the stuff was blocking it in a room.

"She's in the room with Peggy where's she's safe. She's a little hurt but she'll be alright, we just need to get out of here." Wanda told him and Steve, since the barricade wouldn't hold the wolf for very long because of how strong the wolf was or is.

Bucky clenched his jaw a bit at hearing that his mate was hurt, he nodded his head as he lowered his gun and looked at Wanda.

He then went to the room with Wanda as Steve followed them, he immediately rushed over to his mate when he saw her leaning against the wall holding her hurt bleeding side.

"Yeah, I'm here doll. I'm here." He told her softly as he let her lean against him.

Shauna looked up and let out a small whine once she saw her mate walking into the room, she wrapped arm around his waist as she leaned against him. "Your here." She told him softly, before waking with him and their friends to the jet to head home:

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numbwritting · 2 years

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13 is my lucky number

Chapter one

Chapter two

word count: 5.2k

warnings: +18,mild drug/alcohol use, implied and explicit sex content

Outside of the club, you stopped on the parking lot that was still a property of the club, a cold night asked for a smoke, you already had a cigarette resting in between your lips, patting the pockets on your pants. It took you a second before you realized that you didn't have the lighter with you, you probably left on the damn fur jacket. There were a couple of boys chattering next to an SUV, one of the boys showing off a beautiful smile that matched his laughter, a tall boy that looked like a living real prince, and a skinny boy that - fuck - he was wearing the nicest set of clothes you've ever seen at the club, along with a pair of glasses that made him look highly intellectual, almost as if he was too good for this place. He was smoking, you couldn't distinguish what it was from the distance, but once you came closer, you knew it was weed. They were so into it that they only noticed you when you excused yourself from their conversation. They immediately shared a worried look and clearly tried to hide the joint.

You waved him off "Oh, it's okay, don't worry, I just came to ask for a lighter." You tried your best to smile at them not to make them uncomfortable. Their worries clearly faded and the tall boy let out a breath.

"Here." The skinny boy put the joint in between his lips as he looked for the lighter, taking it from the pocket of his long coat and lighted it himself, instead of handing it to you. You came closer to light your cigarette. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you of him. Pretty boy. The smell of the weed burning invaded you for the proximity even if it was mixed with the smell of the nicotine.

"Thanks. It smells nice." You commented and he immediately pointed the joint your way, offering it to you. You shrugged your arms and accepted it. You offered them the cigarette and he took it himself giving it a couple of gulfs just like you did. The taste was citric just like the smell and you engulfed completely on it. Only the freakin riches could afford the contacts to high-quality weed. The other two boys were quietly watching the interaction, not awkwardly, but Minghao was sure that they'd be on his ass as soon as you were gone.

"Do you work here?" The smiley boy asked you and you nodded. He kept a small talk floating while you were still smoking as the joint went from one to the other and you shared the cigarette with the pretty boy, who didn't seem much of a talker, but you noticed he kept glancing at you, as for the tall one, every time he took his turn smoking he seemed more about to faint, giggling at any stupidity the other two would say.

"Shit, I'm high," The skinny boy said getting you out of the clouds where you were wandering. You laughed at your own state.

"Me too." You got off of the car and dismissed yourself from the boys making your way to the back street that led to the subways.

"Ya! All cabs go by the other way." Minghao yelled at you and you turned to answer.

"I know, I'm taking the subway." You swayed on your feet when you turned yourself back around.

"What? You're not taking the subway. It's late." The tall boy caught on your step and held you by your arm, suddenly aware of his surroundings. Not much, but he was conscious that you shouldn't walk around at this time of the night.

"It's okay, I take the subway every day. It's not a big deal." He was showing concern over a random girl who he had never met before. It made your heart flutter. Handsome AND a gentleman. Why can't all men be like that?

Still, you tried to unravel yourself from his grip, but he didn't let go, "Aish come on! You're taking a cab."

You kept trying to convince him that it was okay. But you stopped trying when he was dragging you the other way telling the other two to talk some sense into you. He stopped a cab by the street and held the door open for you to get in, then he paid the driver in advance, and waved at you as the car took off.

You relaxed on the seat, putting on your airpods and smiling at yourself. It was a good day.

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"Come early today, we need to talk." The text showed up on your screen. Yoonso never asked you to arrive early. Guess there is a first time to everything, right? You couldn’t help but wonder what was this going to be about. Is he going to give you a raise? Of course, you deserved it, but it didn't seem much likely to happen. Was he going to fire you? That's the option you want to keep away for now. As excruciatingly humiliating as this job is, you still need it to keep things going. This can't be happening. You kept telling yourself that.

You were at the university's library, working on an essay that right now seemed pointless when you looked at yourself in a month from now, having to quit the University because you just couldn't afford it anymore, so you shut the notebook close with a loud noise, making some eyes turn to you. You packed your things and left right away, sprinting back home, munching on your nails all the way there while you were in the subway. You only bothered to pick up your stuff before heading to the club.

When you arrived, almost two hours before your shift, you went straight to Yoonso's office. You knocked twice, hands gripping tight on the shoulder strap of your bag that you didn’t mind taking to the dressing room as you usually do as soon as you get to the club.

"Come on in" You heard him call and you opened the door firstly poking your head inside to let him know it was you. "Hey, pretty. I've been looking forward to talking to you. Come, take a seat." He pointed at the seat in front of him, smiling widely than ever. Does he get off by firing people? That's what you're wondering right now.

You did as he said. "So, what is it?" you tried to fake a smile.

"So... You remember Mina, right? The girl who left a few months ago.. I'm sure you've met her." You weren’t sure. About knowing the girl or the direction of the conversation.

"I guess so" You scattered through your brain trying to find the face whose that name belongs to. Maybe the tall Asian girl who had the finest hair you've ever seen?

"Oh, good then. Well, even tho no one is supposed to know that, I'm going to share this with you." Yoonso poured a glass of whisky and handed it over to you, which you hesitated before drinking. With the conversation being about a girl who vanished from this place to God's know where was keeping you highly anxious. Now you didn’t know if you wanted to know what happened to her. "Mina was picked by a certain group who offered her a job and the thing is. She's having the time of her life with seven men adoring her like a fucking goddess or something" The more you knew, the more you got confused.

Your face must have cleared that, because Yoonso was quick to add at your reaction "I know, right. I don't know what they saw in her either. But nevermind. The thing is, she's there, men worshiping her, bathing her with the most luxurious items you can think of, not to mention the trips and the fancy restaurants." By now you were nearly sure that Yoonso wanted to be in her place, you just weren't following where did you join this story. "Now, you must be wondering what do you have to do with all this."

Really? No shit.

"So, these boys came in after the same deal, they took a look around and they picked you to become a new significant part of their team. What do you say?" What? This implied so many things that you let go and down the whole cup without worrying anymore.

You've heard about those deals before, most boy groups couldn't keep relationships out in the open, which made things especially hard for them to have someone. It must be a freakin' nightmare. So, sometimes their companies allowed them to make this kind of deal, to keep them out of trouble for seeking girls in the wrong places and the worries about being in an open relationship. This could all put the credibility of the group in danger. In that case, they were just throwing a bone so the dog would calm down. The thing is that being compared to a bone didn't feel right.

"What the fuck do you want me to say?" You were nearly panicking at the sudden offer (?)

"Well, I want you to say yes. Hell, I will coerce you to say yes, because they are offering a quite generous amount of money if we close the deal." Of course, this was what it all came down to. Money. Yoonso must be having a great share to be this excited about it.

You didn’t know how to answer to this. So now what, you become officially a prostitute? The thought makes your stomach shrink. But it's not so different from your current job, right? And they're probably paying better than this shit-hole. It was something to be weighted, all the pros and cons. You're gonna need some time to clear this through, see if it was worth it.

Who are you trying to fool? You need the money. Fuck it.

"Fine. What else do you have to tell me about them?" Yoonso made a victory dance before pouring you another glass.

"Hmmm... The pretty blonde and the brunette from the other day. Let's say you left an impression." You knew you worked a little too hard on these two.

"Who are they?" You questioned yourself about this for the first time.

"Their group is Seventeen. But don't worry, they're just thirteen" Did you hear that properly?

"What?" Your voice came out in a squeak "Thirteen?? Aren't they supposed to be seven or something like that? What the fuck"

"Don't ask me I didn't put them together. My job is to introduce you to them. One more, one less, does it really matter tho?" This man was unbelievable. You'd be a ragdoll within a week with thirteen boys floating with stamina.

"No. Fuck no. " You downed the rest of the liquid that poured in your cup before landing it back on the desk separating you two.

Getting on your feet, you picked your bag while Yoonso runs his hands over his hair pulling it slightly.

"They're offering you 100,000$ ($ as in Dollars) a month. You're getting paid as soon as you sign the contract." You stopped on your heels, facing the door. That's a lot of money. Yoonso approached you his hands on your shoulders. "You don't have to say yes yet, how about just meet them, huh? Actually, you have the rest of the week off to think it through. The brunette booked you and paid in advance. Your money will be on your account later tonight" You sighed, your head in a million. "They want to see you on Saturday night." Shit. That's two days from now. What the fuck were you supposed to do?

Your way back home was more tiring than any other after a night where you had to sway and balance yourself on that pole. You felt heavy, and the weight of your shoulders didn't get any better after the shower you took before taking some pills and heading to bed.

On the afternoon of Saturday, you were all nerves preparing yourself for the night ahead. You decided to follow up with the idea. Yoonso had texted you earlier to let you know where you were attending to and that they're sending a driver for you. The news is already overwhelming to you, the restaurant was on another level of fancy. Now you had the most difficult task of the day: clothes. You'd been thinking about it for a while now, scattering through your wardrobe to see what would suit the occasion better. The perfect fit came to your mind later. The dress you had bought just because it was a sale, one of the nicest pieces you had, so much for it that you never even had the chance to use it before. It still suited perfectly on your body, the thick fabric accentuated all your features, ending in the middle of your calves, a slit on each side of it. You also picked a chain necklace, trying not to look so formal, and a pair of high heels. Your hair and make up done nicely and you were ready by the time you received a text from the driver letting you know that he was downstairs. One last look at the full-length mirror and you walked out of the building. There was no doubt about the black SUV parked right on the other side of the street. It was one of those times to thank God that you could slay with high heels independent of the situation because your legs were almost trembling on the way to the car.

Your best friend that was your AirPods accompanied you through all the ride, helping your heart ease from the anxiety. But you still couldn't help yourself from munching your lower lip unconsciously. You took a minute before holding on to the driver's hand for balance when you walked out of the car. It was a secluded entry. You were on your own now. Walking inside, the place was even greater than in the pictures, which didn't do justice to the incredibly high ceiling where the shiny stones of the chandeliers seemed to fall in a cascade and the marble floor that was so polished that you could almost see your reflection on it. You walked to the stand where a beautiful girl with her hair tied in a low ponytail and a suit with a silk tie around her neck. She smiled widely at your figure, bowing in advance and you did the same in response.

After giving her your name, a boy showed up, wearing the same suit and being as polite as she was to you, and walked you to an elevator. You were confused, you could clearly see the restaurant area down the hall, but you kept to yourself, even tho it only made you more nervous. Once inside the elevator, the boy pressed the button to the penthouse.

Twelve of them gathered around the table. Woozi was late, Cheolie warned him over and over not to be late today. Nervousness could be felt from them. They were looking forward for this to work. Even Scoups, who repeated to himself and to a few of the members that he was sure about this, was having a hard time right now, nibbling his lower lip, not able to focus on anything but on the unending wait for this door to open. The boy was so lost in thought that he only realized that you walked in after Myungho stood up looking incredulously at something - someone - who happened to be you. But how did Myungho know it was you? He didn't give it much thought, just stood up proceeded to walk to you.

You knew he would be there, but your stomach still shrinks to the tip of your toes when your eyes meet. The brunette walked closer to you, with that lovely smile adorning his features, and bowed to you before placing a hand on your back and guiding you to the table where all eyes were on you. The blondie from the other day was standing up and had pulled a chair for you. He took your hand on his when you got closer and kissed it, staring up at you with that mischievous grin. You looked away from him, now absorbing all the faces that stared at you. Right after you were seated, Scoups dragged Jeonghan by the neck back to his seat. He thought he had made himself very clear about making any moves on you before the deal was closed.

The first part wasn't so bad. Looks, they all got it. It was hard to pick which one did you find the prettiest. You recognized the three boys from the parking lot. None of you knew exactly what was the feeling towards the fact that you've met before you even know who each other were. In fact, it did help you relax a little. The ones you've got in contact with so far seemed to be lovely boys. As for the others gathered at the table, there was one with boyish features looking lovingly at you which you didn't understand why. A boy that was still handsome even if he was crunching his nose at you. There was one wearing glasses with dark hair and a smile to die for - fuck - how could they all be so pretty? You took your time analyzing all the faces before Seungcheol carry the burden to start a conversation but actually made everyone introduce themselves one by one. You realized you never even knew his name or the name of the boys who you'd smoked with.

The boy sitting to your side with a pretty smile and seeming like he had taken a few bottles of energy drink was Chan, he presented himself as the youngest and closer to your age. He seemed goofy af. You were thankful that at least your age gap with them didn't pass from 5 years.

Seungcheol offered to order a bottle of whisky but you declined, you didn't want to drink today. You needed to have a clear head. That was until Jeonghan said you should at least drink some champagne with them. He was teasing you and even tho you knew, you still fell for it. Cheolie rolled his eyes seeming so done with the blonde's actions before starting to question you on what to order. You made it clear that anything but spicy food would be okay for you.

A good few minutes after your arrival, you were startled as someone lightly touched your back. Looking around, right beside you there was a boy with the sweetest features smiling shyly at you. You were taken aback by the unknown boy before he bowed to you and started apologizing.

"I'm so, so sorry I'm late, please forgive me." You did your best stumbling on your words trying to reassure him that it was all good and that you arrived only minutes ago. He did stop apologizing, but he still looked like he had done the biggest wrong of his life. "I'm Jihoon. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Finally. The butterflies on your stomach took off once again. They've talked about you. Of course, they had. But what, exactly?

The short boy, easy to say, the shortest of the group took a seat that you didn't even realize was empty. You counted to yourself this time. Now there were thirteen. They dragged you back into a conversation. It was all very casual as if this was just a friendly meeting. But you had questions that needed answers. You decided to wait as much as you could to bring the real subject up since none of them seemed inclined to do so. The cute boy named Soonyoung seemed drowsy being clingy to Minghao, who was trying to ignore him.

You hadn't talked much unless you were answering questions that were thrown at you every once in a while. You were doing your best to analyze their behavior. Once you told yourself for the countless time that no one would throw you off the roof if you started to question what was bothering you, you finally cleared your throat, making every eye instantly turn to look at you. Everybody was anticipating the moment you'd feel comfortable talking about why you were really there. Seungcheol made it very clear that you should be the one to bring it up.

"Shouldn't we... erm... discuss... the uh..." Formulating a phrase was never so difficult before in your entire life.

"It's okay, you can ask anything you'd like. We'll do our best to answer it properly." The overly polite boy named Jisoo said and you gained reassuring smiles from all over the table.

"Well, firstly, why me? I mean there are plenty hotter and bustier girls at the club rather than me." You crossed your arms trying to keep the goosebumps from coming because of the cold wind that blew on you.

"I'm not sure what your boss told you about this, but we are not looking for humm.... how can I put that?" Seungcheol struggled with the words as much as you did.

"He means we're not looking for a prostitute." Minghao intervened and answered as if this was a conversation about the quantity of water needed to cook ramen. You just nodded, waiting for an explanation for that.

"What I was trying to say is that we are looking for someone that we can have an actual relationship. We can't do much with a pair of lab-made boobs outside a room, you know? Before we started picking, your boss shared with me a list of the girls with some information about them. I was delighted that you are an art student." Scoups said blushing in the last sentence, but he didn't stop there "Well, then when we met you were assertive on what I expected of you." You knew he was talking about the submissive nymphet act that you'd put up for him every time he was in the house.

"That, and the tiger tattoo." Soonyoung added and you were a bit in shock that your tattoo was a topic here too.

"Aishhhh, don't mind him" Joshua proceeded to say smacking the boy's head right after.

The boys kept telling compromising stories about each other, which made you realize, once again, that boys will be boys, idols or not. But that wasn't a bad thing. After all, they're humans and no one can run from human nature.

You were lost in thoughts when Minghao pointed a cigarette pack your way. You didn't know if it was okay for you to smoke in front of them. They expected you to be flawless, right? You decided to play fool. Wrong choice with Minghao. He stood up, already with a cigarette in between his lips, and walked to you, leaning closer, he deposited the pack right in front of you. He didn't want to embarrass you by any means, even tho his actions might be misinterpreted. What he was trying to do was make sure that you wouldn't abdicate anything to make yourself likable to their eyes.

He walked away to a secluded area for smokers. Mingyu scratched his arm your way, and took a cigarette from the pack, then placed it back in front of you. You did feel pressured by it anyway. Now, what's a better way to put some steam away than smoking? You took the pack and excused yourself following Mingyu closely. He smiled at you as he let you enter the area in front of him.

The smell of nicotine immediately hits you, Minghao already had his cigarette lit and you two walked to him for the lighter. The opened area was even cooler than at the dinner table, making you shrink and hold your arms close to your chest in order to heat yourself, even your fingers were freezing now. Mingyu, as the observant person that he was, immediately took off his coat and held it open for you to wear it. You didn't even try to pretend that it was fine without it.

Past midnight, some of the boys were tipsy but then the yawnings became more and more recurrent, including yours. You barely got any sleep in the past couple of nights. So they decided to call it a night and paid the bill before going to the underground parking, where several SUVs were parked side by side. You dismissed yourself from them, some of them felt comfortable to touch and hug you, a couple of others not so much. You tried to take off Mingyu's coat, but he told you to keep it because you'd have a chance to return it to him. So full of themselves. And then you headed for the same driver who drove you here.

The car's door was already shut close, but it opened again before the driver had a chance to flee. Seungcheol stood there, with an unsure face.

"Do you mind if I ride with you?" He asked looking anywhere but you.

"Of course not." You smiled at him and moved yourself to the middle of the seat, making room for him to sit right next to you. The driver finally took off this time after the door was closed once again.

The proximity between you two almost burned. But you didn't intend to move an inch from your seat. In fact, after the first ten minutes of a comfortable silent ride, you leaned a bit on him. The heater and the borrowed coat were doing very little for the coolness of the night. Seungcheol smiled to himself and landed a hand on the out of your tight, resting it there. You gave him a reassuring smile looking up, it was strange how comfortable you've gotten around him already. Probably because you two already nearly fucked? Probably.

You noticed a ring on his pinky finger and started to play with it. When you got bored, you rested your hand on top of his. Cheolie was starting to feel the need to keep you close to him. He didn't want to let you go. He was ready to do his best to convince you to join them. He entangled your fingers together for the rest of the trip while you did your best not to think. About anything. Your thoughts usually took you places you didn't want to visit.

The car parked in the parking lot of your building. Seungcheol had to get out of the car in order for you to get out as well, but you were surprised when he took you by your hand and expectantly waited for you to lead the way. You two went up the stairs, stopping right out of your door. You didn't know what he was expecting of you, because he remained behind you while you tried to unlock the door, so you asked him in.

"No, it's okay. I shouldn't even be here actually. I just wanted to make sure you'd be home safely." Now, that's something you doubted.

"So, you came upstairs because... ? Were you afraid I'd trip and snap my neck?" You eyed him, his reaction giving out just what you imagined.

"Right. I mean, I don't know. I guess I was anticipating something. I'm sorry, I didn't want to push you." He let out a deep sigh, "Do you have any thoughts on this?" he was genuinely feeling desperate. The signs you were giving him were positive, but they weren't enough.

"Truthfully, I actually do believe that this could work. But I have to sign a damn contract that I didn't even have the chance to lay my eyes on so far. What if I want to do something but then is signed off of it?" You let go of his hand, now you just stared at each other. He could completely comprehend you on the contract part, but he couldn't see how it could stop you from doing anything. Before he could reassure you about it, you started to spill it out, "What if I wanted to kiss you right now? And I can't because I still haven't signed that fucking piece of paper." That certainly clarified things.

"It's not like we haven't kissed before, tho." He was teasing you now. Why did you always have to make yourself so damn clear? It gets humiliating in times like this.

Enough with it, you made a move to turn yourself to open the door for good, but you couldn't, because he trapped you in between his large figure and the door.

"You can kiss me whenever you want." He said almost in a whisper, very slowly, as if he was trying to make a point. And he was.

Even though you were wearing high heels, you still had to get on the tip of your toes so you could reach his face. When you were close enough, you brought your lips together. Different from the kisses you shared on your drunk-heated make-out sessions, this time he let you take the lead, your hand cupped the side of his face as your tongues swirled together. The desire was there, but it was muffled by another type of intimacy. His strong arms wrapped around your figure to bring you closer.

Thank God you didn't drink tonight, if so, you'd be begging him to fuck you right there in the middle of the hallway where around a dozen doors took place. Seungcheol also had to make an effort to let you go once again after having your body pressed against his. He was getting tired of the waiting. But this was a promise he made to the team. No one should go off boundaries before you were fully into this.

He restrained himself from your arms but kept his hands on your sides. His lips had a deep shade of pink that only made you want to keep going. You got out of your trance when he spoke again, "And don't worry about the contract. It's just a formality, as a vow of silence. It won't keep you from anything, or to keep you restrained to us. Of course, there is an exclusivity clause. But the point is not to make us your owners. It's to officialize you as a part of the team." he smiled to reassure you. You couldn't deny that this is what you needed to hear. It got your heart at ease for the first time tonight.

He kissed the crown of your head, it caught you off guard but you leaned on to it. Then, he dismissed himself and you finally got inside your apartment. You could finally walk out of those heels, but you almost didn't let go of the oversized coat that smelled so good that you could easily picture the owner's features by it. Seems like you're already in deep shit here.

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Episode 4 of Komi Can't Communicate (Review)

This just goes to show how toxic simping can get. So, I love Komi Can't Communicate and would even go so far as to call it a "masterpiece" from its beautiful animation; likable characters with some depths; its wholesomeness, etc. But episode 4 is something else. Somehow we went from wholesome humor to DDLC in terms of disturb factor.

The first segment of the episode was good just being about Yadano's daily attempts to beat her "archrival" Komi with the latter having no idea that she was even in a challenge. Yadano's probably my favorite side character due to her over-the-top competitive drive.

The second half...oh boy. So, we have Tadano basically talking about how he was friends with the most beautiful girl in the school...and then, oh shit, he gets jumped. I legitimately thought that he probably died at that moment.

Yamai Ren...sigh...this character. While I still love the show and admire it for its take on social anxiety and offers some ways on how to deal with it, Yamai is the one thing that almost keeps the show from being a "masterpiece" in my eyes. How my thought process was when watching the episode.

During episode: Oh, she has a crush on Komi? Oh, puppy love, that's cute.

Few minutes into the episode: She...she's really obsessive. Alright, well...Wait, is she licking Komi's strand of hair? I feel like I'm going to be sick...The show has such good animation! Why'd they have to visualize that...?

Middle of the episode: She kidnapped Tadano. Are those pictures of herself and Komi all over the room? Oh...oh no.

I am serious; I was legitimately concerned for Komi in this episode. That if it was within her power, Yamai would pull some Silence of the Lambs shit on Komi and have her in a hole for a few days before making a skin suit from her and dancing in it. Someone get Keanu Reeves and Dominic Toretto to keep her under watch.

So, yes, Yamai freakin' kidnapped Tadano if there was ever any more reason to believe that Yamai is insane.

Just...Yamai. I am legitimately terrified of her. Never since Shion Sonozaki from Higurashi had I had these feelings of unease. If you were to tell me that she was an escaped mental patient who jabbed a plastic fork into one of her handlers' arms, I would believe you.

So, she gets to spend a lot of time with her beloved Komi, having "conversations" with her...completely ignorant that Komi never spoke once, and asked her if she wanted to come over for hamburgers. After a cute moment of Komi imagining Tadano was there to give her support, she appears to agree...which leads to Yamai overreacting. Najimi suggests that they go to Yamai's house, and the yandere has a "perverted image of Komi lying in her bed." But before she can make that happen, she had to get rid of Tadano.

And then the episode becomes even darker with Yamai asking Tadano whether he liked the sea or the mountains. Okay, so she doesn't gut him and wears his skin to get closer to Komi, but this girl is so beyond messed up, that if you rewrote the scenes, you can make a genuine creepypasta based on it. She not only kidnapped the Chadano, but she was going to dispose of him too.

Najimi and Komi arrive and Yamai goes to make some tea telling them to not open the closet door. To which Najimi, being the MVP they are, opening it anyway, but misunderstood it as being some kind of foreplay. Yamai arrives with two sharpened chopsticks (a knife in the manga) and brutally vivisects him by calling him an average piece of shit among other sharp criticisms.

She intimidates Komi with the chopsticks, but the Queen simply shakes her head and unties Tadano. Yamai tries to keep her from leaving by claiming that she did all of this for Komi's sake, but she could fuck off with that claim because she does not know Komi as much as she thought she did. Without even having to verbally chew her out, Komi writes on some paper and says she would decide her own friends for herself.

The worst part about this abominable character is the fact that she is not punished for her actions because she did commit two legitimate crimes: kidnapping and attempted murder. So she gets depressed over Komi rejecting her. Is that it? Not being friends with Komi is a greater punishment than being tossed into jail or whatsoever the law found appropriate? Not being friends is enough to make Yamai realize she had been a terrible character? Okay.

But it does lead to some more great scenes with Komi and Tadano: Komi, having remembered everything from yesterday down to the letter, asks Tadano if he truly wanted to remain friends with her due to the events fearing that more could happen to Tadano that she may be unable to stop. Tadano rejects the notion and reaffirms their friendship by quoting what she said yesterday.

Komi, while I understand you want friends, please maybe consider putting a restraining order on this girl because what makes you think she doesn't do anything that drastic again? But, of course, she does forgive Yamai and makes her a part of her entourage.

Looking into the manga, Yamai only gets worse the more she appeared with one instance happening sometime after the school became aware of Tadano and Komi dating. She overreacts to the fact that she was not holding hands with her Goddess and skips a week of school. She vents her frustrations to her clique of friends, only to throw them the hell out when she got a message from Komi that she was coming over to talk. Worse, she spots some Sleepy Sleepy Time pills and contemplates putting them into Komi's cup of tea. God only knows what she intended to do with Komi once she was unconscious.

I understand that she is supposed to be an intentionally hateable character with few redeeming traits, but there is a certain craft when it comes to making unlikeable characters that I feel Yamai fails at. Like the drug thing was the tipping point with how far they were willing to make her as hated as she is now. It was not funny in the least and only cements that Yamai exists to be that annoying perv of a character even when she does have some decent moments where she can be charitable when it has nothing to do with the center of her obsession.

Really, it is because of her presence in the episode that I didn't see virtually anything in it that was funny aside from Najimi freaking out about being alone with Komi since they could not translate whatever Komi was trying to say. Yamai's face turning into a kabuki mask for a moment was also slightly humorous.

While the episode is not my favorite, at the least, there are some good moments. It progresses Komi's development as a character by her putting her foot down to basically give a "fuck you" to Yamai for her attempts at trying to control who she was friends with. And really, if anything, this furthers her bond with Tadano because Tadano insists on remaining her friends regardless of what that would entail. So...in a way, Yamai helped strengthen their relationship. Which is something that she would not want to accept.

On a lesser note, I do recommend reading the dark fic "The Sea or the Mountains" by andreabandrea: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15217121. It takes a more serious look where Tadano is diagnosed with PTSD from his encounter with Yamai to the point of practically becoming sick whenever he was around her, and Yamai receives a more prompt punishment than in the episode along with additionally expanding on her character.

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#komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #yamai ren #tadano hitohito #shoko komi #episode review

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xjoonchildx · 3 years

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Hi Ana! I know you said you were having stressful times, I hope that’s better. Sending you lots of positive thoughts! I’m dealing with a lot of stress too. I like to escape to my little delulu BTS land and I figured maybe you’d wanna join me there? Or just listen to my nonsense and maybe get a break from your stress. Maybe even a little laugh? So here’s where I’m at right now…

I was spiraling after Jimin’s birthday live with vivid Jungkook thoughts. Obviously this isn’t my fault since, I mean it’s Jeon Jungkook and he dare show up looking extremely boyfriend. The look and just JK in general stuck with me, but also had me spinning. Because all I could see in my head was that beautiful tattooed hand landing on a booty cheek and pulling that person into him for a sweet kiss. Now maybe I’m in a fic drought and that’s why my mind is falling down this rabbit hole idk, but I honestly started wondering about how the members would reveal their significant others? Now I know, these men more than deserve their privacy. And I hope like crazy that they’re getting it and thriving. Again we’re deep in delulu land over here just to escape stress so I’m not talking seriously seriously, you know? I’m talking hypotheticals.

Would someone be super open? Would someone be sick of hiding their love and just randomly share? Maybe someone wants to share but the label doesn’t want them too. Maybe they do it anyways? Idk, idk.

Would you wanna maybe make a list? Maybe just a random fun headcanon type of thing? Or am I wrong for thinking about this stuff? Anyways I hope you’re doing well.

oh, boy anon. i am sure you were not expecting the dissertation i'm about to give on this topic so let me just say sorry in advance.

so i'm answering this ask on the heels of tae having to come onto weverse to take shots at the dating rumors surrounding him. i'm in my feelings on mr. kim's behalf in this situation 🤣

i sincerely hope that each of the members is already in a relationship that brings them some comfort/relaxation/happiness. i could not imagine living under the kind of microscope they do, having to be as careful as they do, not being able to just leave my house and go to CVS to buy chocolate and tampons or whatever the hell i want without having a serious concern about being watched and/or my safety.

that's a lot of freakin' pressure, y'all.

it's hard as hell to live at that level of paranoia for an extended period of time. and as BTS has gotten more and more famous, the list of places where they can go without being recognized/photographed/potentially mobbed has started to shrink.

i can't imagine how isolating that can be.

i think yoongi has been the most open about his struggles with this particular part of fame. i remember him saying what's ordinary to us is what's special to him and what's ordinary to him is what's special to us. that's a lot to process for any individual and i think all the members have been able to handle this pressure with a hell of a lot more grace than i would be able to.

SO. all of that to say:

i hope they keep the private details of their relationships as private as possible for as long as possible. that is something that should only belong to them. whoever that person is in their lives should be someone they enjoy only to themselves -- far and away from the spotlight, the pressure, and YES, the delulus.

because of the very intense speculation/interest in their personal lives, i could not imagine any one of them voluntarily outing their relationships. unless they're exposed by tabloids or other means, we probably won't hear about the people into their lives until they're celebrating wedding anniversaries.

and i think that's the way that it should be 💞

ALSO!

thank you for the well wishes my friend. i'm doing okay. prepping this kanalia update for sunday and i hope you guys like it!

#anagrams 💕

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danicarosaline · 4 years

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We Belong Together

𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: you hoped that one day you’d end up back together, after having some time apart. You’ve grown and matured and so has he but your heart is left shattered once again.

A/N: soo this is based off on a true story.. I don’t know why I decided to write this, i guess its just one of those nights where im missing him again? I dunno but its sad girl hours and i was planning on writing a part 2 of this if anyone’s interested in my drama lmaooo let me know tho! Xo

Warnings: angst, and forever wishing i had a friendship like the pogues

{ 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝚋𝚢 @toesure }

The gentle breeze lightly caressed your tan skin making you shiver slightly. Smoothing out your pastel pink dress with your hand and with a cup in your other hand only being half full, you down it quickly. Grimacing at the burning but satisfying sensation down your throat.

You run your fingers through the unruliness of your short iron curls, and let curious eyes wonder over the crowd. Kooks, pogues, tourons, all mingled up together joyously and Ignoring the social statuses that ran between the three classes but doubting the tourons of knowing a status like that actually existing in the Obx.

The affects that alcohol can have on people. Changing their behaviours just after a few tastes, It amazes you almost evertime. Alcohol either brings out the best in people or the worst and that kinda annoys you to a certain degree.

Scanning the crowd of drunken teens for your two bestfriends and starting to get tipsier the longer you stand by myself but eyes finally landing on their figures, you hastily make your way over to the two girls. Muttering out apologies to some teens who you kindly move to the side to pass.

“Hey where the hell have you been!?” Kie yells over the loud music blasting from the big speakers. Sarah takes your hands in hers and pulls you by her side when she realized it was her bestfriend.

“I missed you!!” The blonde squeals in your left ear, almost deafening you. You pull away from her slightly to pull Kie into your side aswell and sway your bodies together to the RNB music.

“You suck Routlegde!” You whoop and point mockingly to the tall brunet across the ping pong table. His head hangs low defeatedly when the plastic white ball successfully made its way into the last cup. He sighs in slight annoyance, but sends you a smile anyways.

Kie and Sarah cheer loudly next to you, pulling you in close while they bounce up and down excitedly at the win. Sarah jogs up to her boyfriend to pinch his cheeks and teases him for losing against three girls.

“Your aim is ridiculously accurate, do you like practice at home or something?” Pope questions jokingly and throws an arm over you and Kie.

“No shit, how do you think i’ve gotten this good?” you answer with a grin on your face and wink at the boy, making Kie roll her eyes and shove you playfully. As the group gathers together in a small huddle, enjoying each other’s presence, you can’t help but let your eyes drift over to JJ who was not too far from where y’all were standing and your smile falters as you spot him with the pretty indonesian girl with the long black hair. Making your heart clench at the sight. You were nothing compared to her.

She had a smile that could brighten anyones day. Her presence screamed confident and that intimidated you. You’re a pretty confident girl yourself but you have insecurities and you’re pretty sure she doesn’t even know the definition of the word.

His hands roams her perfect body as they grind to the music. Her pretty hands placed on the back of his neck as she held him close.

You felt your chest tighten and your stomach drop as you watched them lean in but you turn away in a flash. You don’t want to see that.

Even though you turned away in time your heart still shatters knowing what happened next.

A sudden wave of insecurity washes over you as you compare yourself to the pretty girl in his arms. You barely noticed the single tear that managed to escape your eye until you felt a pair of soft fingers wiping it away. It was your bestfriend Kiara peering at you with furrowed eyebrows and an all knowing look. You’re completely sobbing now and she pulls you into her chest. Embracing you in her tight hold.

The others too busy dancing away to notice your little breakdown but as if things weren’t already sad enough, the song We Belong Together by Mariah Carey blasts loudly through the speakers almost tauntingly.

With a roll of your eyes you pull away from Kie and she cringes at the choice of song playing at a kegger but no one seems to be complaining as many others are chanting drunkily with miss Carey and you can’t help but sing along with them.

I didn't mean it

When I said I didn't love you, so

I should have held on tight

I never shoulda let you go

I didn't know nothing

I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

I could not fathom that I would ever

Be without your love

Never imagined I'd be

Sitting here beside myself

'Cause I didn't know you

'Cause I didn't know me

But I thought I knew everything

I never felt

You yell the lyrics at the top of your lungs as you sob and dance with the others but as soon as they hear the crack in your voice and see the aggressive tears streaming down your perfect face they freeze in their actions and all of a sudden your being suffocated by multiple arms.

Once all arms pull away from your pathetic self, the pogues (& kook) give you a kiss each, on the cheek and in that moment all you feel is loved.

The feeling that I'm feeling

Now that I don't hear your voice

Or have your touch and kiss your lips

'Cause I don't have a choice

Oh, what I wouldn't give

To have you lying by my side

Right here, cause baby

(We belong together)

You feel loved and supported by your group of friends who don’t need to question your sadden state for they know the reason why your heart is breaking right now and your entirely greatful for them all.

“I will fucking kill him i swear” John B mutters angrily to himself but you heard it loud and clear.

“No B John, I’m okay, I’m fine i promise” even if it won’t convince him entirely, you still give him a weak smile anyways which he returns sympathetically.

“Its not worth crying over”

“You can do better”

“He didn’t deserve you anyways”

All that went through deaf ears. You know they are absolutely right and are only trying their best to cheer you up but its just not exactly what you want to hear right now. You already know that you deserved better so you don’t need to hear them tell you again.

When you left I lost a part of me

It's still so hard to believe

Come back baby, please

'Cause we belong together

Who else am I gon' lean on

When times get rough

Who's gonna talk to me on the phone

Till the sun comes up

Who's gonna take your place

There ain't nobody better

Oh, baby baby, we belong together

“Yo whats going on here?” You heard a boyish laugh coming from your right and there he stood, unknowing to the current situation happening between you pogues. Pope glances at you and you send two short nods his way, meaning- just act freakin’ normal.

“Hey JJ, man, where you been?” Pope launches himself onto JJ and drags him away. Whilst Kie and Sarah are still tightly holding you in their embrace, John B gives you girls one last squeeze before following the two.

“John, please don’t do anything. Not now” you plead. He gives you an encouraging smile, silently telling you that it’ll be okay.

You don’t miss the way the blond male cranes his neck towards you and once you locked eyes all you saw was genuine concern evident on his beautiful face. He furrows his eyebrows as he looked you over. You’re not hiding your tears because you want him to know that he broke you.

As if a light bulb had been switched on in his mind, his cerulean eyes widen at the sudden realization of what was going on, on why Pope was so quick to pull him away from the group.

Taking a few steps forward but before he could make it to where you stood, you shake your head at him and back up quickly and before you knew it, you’re speed walking away with your two bestfriends close behind.

I can't stop loving you. You betray my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, and you make it impossible for me to put myself together.

And yet, I always come back around to you. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you've stolen. You never do. You just take more. And for you, more is never enough.

You can take me, you can take my heart, you can take the hearts of a million and it would never be enough for you. Your blood is cold. Your heart can't love anything but itself. You smile, and it's intoxicating.

Your fingers brush through my hair, and it's addicting. You laugh, and it's contagious. You and your flirtatious self. You know what you do to me.

You don't mind the company, but you know that you could never, would never return the love I shared with you.

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aspiratinganxiety · 6 years

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Got it! If you wouldn't mind writing some bro bonding with Dick and Tim (in and/or out of costume), I'd be happy to read it! Wow I come off very energetic when I'm just a very nervous very awkward person, lol, I think I should stop talking now because at this point I'm rambling okay I'll stop talking now! (Gah I hope I did this right)

Baby, I don’t think you’ve ever done anything wrong in your whole damn life, and you’re not being awkward as far as I’m concerned! I’m a chatterbug when I’m nervous too, especially via text. Without being in person to gesture or emote through a conversation, I feel the need to explain every little thing in super detail so as not to be misunderstood.

Don’t worry about it, Boo. I gotchu’ 💋💋💋

This one turned out pretty short. I hope you don’t mind.

Dick realizes as he raps his sore knuckles against the heavy door that he has never been inside of Tim’s apartment. This sudden knowledge disgruntles him, and his mouth turns down in a confused, offended frown.

Of all his brothers, Tim stays in contact with him most consistently. Entirely of his own volition, at that. They text almost daily and call or video chat up to a handful of times a week. They actively schedule time to hang out, no uniforms or nettlesome undertones of competition like the biweekly Thursday evenings he spends downing scotch with Jason. Certainly not like the challenging, though extremely rewarding, social effort he puts toward peeling Damian out of the Robin costume for one-on-one brotherly bonding time.

Why hasn’t he been to Tim’s place?

Is it like… a failing on his part as an older brother? Is Tim hiding something in there? Has Jason been here before? Surely Damian hasn’t. Bruce?

Unlikely.

Oh, god. What if Tim’s feelings have been hurt for years because nobody comes to his place? And he’s just not saying anything because he’s Tim and he doesn’t want to make a fuss? Because he never wants to make a fuss. Not over himself.

Why has no one been to Tim’s apartment?! Why does Dick have no fucking clue what kind of house his little brother is living in?

What a massive freakin’ oversight.

Maybe Dick’s been here before, but suffered enough head trauma near the visit that he can’t recall it?

Dick supposes, in the event that head trauma had not stolen his memory, that the reason he hasn’t been invited (or invited himself) over to Tim’s is due to the fact that their face-to-face meet ups are typically prearranged to take place in the manor, somewhere around the city, or at Dick’s.

Or Jason’s.

Or one of the many safe houses.

The door swings wide before he can school his features into a more cheerful expression, and Tim’s welcoming grin falters.

“Dick?” he questions, motioning his brother inside. “You okay?”

Dick shakes his head dismissively, scoffing and running a hand through his hair. “Ah, yeah. Sorry, bud. Something on my mind.”

Tim lingers in his entryway, head cocked to one side like a confused pup. He watches as Dick wanders into the posh, modern condo with a strange, cautious gait.

He asks, “Something bad?”

“Not exactly,” Dick says, somewhere between proud, envious, and disgusted as he surveys the clean lines and tidy state of the open concept living area.

The decor of Tim’s home is gray… only gray. All of the walls, furniture, and flooring. Gray.

Literally 50 shades of the damn color tint everything from the coffee table to the kitchen cabinets. For half a second, Dick is repulsed by the stony, lackluster complexion of his brother’s living space. After a moment though, the sleek lines of the space slowly come into focus as carefully articulated design elements. Clearly the style was meant to seem effortless while being a tangled web of complicated technique. Like the shading of an elegant grayscale sketch?

More and more curious geometric features appear as Dick continues to glance around. The fixtures and materials are all of ludicrously expensive natures. Marble, silver, and leather.

Dick has not spent an exorbitant amount of time imaging the interior of Tim’s home. However, the cluttered, hectic mess of red tartan and disarticulated computer guts that continues to be Tim’s bedroom in the manor set his mental precedent. Any domestic images of Tim that Dick conjured up always involved plaid, old coffee cups, and notebooks.

When confronted with this oddly sterile environment of ambiguous gray elements, Dick’s mental impression of Tim itches as though it craves to be entirely re-rendered.

“You look absolutely horrified. I’m going to attribute this to extreme modern interior design not being your forte, Dickie-boy,” Tim says, sauntering past him and into the kitchen. “Not whatever it is that was squatting on your brain in the hall.”

“I was upset because I realized that I’ve never been inside of your apartment,” Dick shares, still gawping at the ever-unfolding touches of elegance and wealth that seem to materialize out of the profusion of gray around him. “And I had never thought of you owning a place that looked so… that was like this. I feel like a crappy older brother. What the hell is that?”

The question cuts Tim off before he can dismiss Dick’s ridiculous sentiment. He’s touched, and amused. Choosing to humor his house guest instead of berate him for investing in their social bond, Tim glances at the abstract cuboidal metal cage affixed so high up on his wall that it nearly touches the ceiling.

“Ya’ know…” he says, pushing a freshly opened glass bottle of root beer across the countertop to his older brother. “I don’t have a clue.”

Dick cuts his eyes at Tim.

“The couple I bought the place off of did all the design.” He takes a swig. “I don’t really mind it. Some of it’s sorta’ out there, but, honestly? I don’t have the time or half the inclination to go through the trouble of changing it.”

Dick is caught somewhere between wanting to laugh and suppressing the urge to slam his face into the stone counter. “Are you kidding me, Tim? You didn’t pick any of this furniture or art or these lights or… anything?”

“The TV is mine. So’s the mattress.” He takes another drink, distinctly avoiding eye contact and grinning in admission of the absurdity that is living in a home without a single personal touch. “But the bed frame’s from the previous owners.”

“Dude,” the older brother chuckles into his soda, shaking his head. “You set me up for quality jokes about smutty books and colorblindness like this, then you pull the rug right out from under me like that?”

“Ah, sorry Dick. Jason beat you to all of the E. L. James jokes about a year ago.”

Incredulity and a twinge of honest offense swells in Dick’s chest. He nearly chokes on his pop. “Jason’s been here?”

“Yeah,” Tim responds casually, leaning against the counter and pegging Dick with a teasing, lofty look. “He comes over every month or so to be absolutely destroyed in Call of Duty. Damian tags along every now and then too. If Jason’s been drinking, we need a ref.”

Dick’s jaw is practically resting on the counter. His tone is hoarse with the overly dramatic edge of upset he stresses for affect. “Well, goddammit!” Dick delivers a swift punch to Tim’s shoulder, suddenly realizing that he is the one being excluded where this apartment is concerned. Not Tim. “Why haven’t you invited me over?”

Tim barks an awkward chuckle, rubbing his shoulder as though Dick hit him with any force at all. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I like to win PvP matches. You can’t be here if I’m going to be the best player in the house. And it’s my house. I should be the best player.”

Dick gives him another thump on the shoulder. This one is clearly more of a pat. “You dork,” he huffs, tickled by the undue credit and oddly relieved to hear that his brothers are all socializing successfully outside of his influence. After the initial offense, of course.

Nobody beats Tim at Call of Duty. Nobody.

He could just say they thought it would be lame to have Dick actually refereeing their game and their behavior. He’s a big boy. He can handle it.

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