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psychovigilantewrites · 4 years

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Say My Name

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader

Genre: Porn With Plot

Word Count: 14,085 words haahahaha i’m so sorry for the length i lost track of how long it was

Summary: Reader is heartbroken over Jason, so she goes to Dick for comfort. The two start a FWB relationship to distract reader from pining over the love of her life.

A/N: Hey guys! This is a special and different announcement. I just made a ko-fi account. If you'd like to support me and my coffee drinking habits please feel free to donate as much or as little as you want, or not at all! It's just a tipping service :) To anyone who does donate however, thank you so much, you have no idea how much it means to my broke ass lmao hope you enjoy this one. It's pretty long (again, I’m sorry, I really have no idea how it got so long)

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“Woah, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” Dick worried as soon as he opened the door. “Come in, sweetheart.”

You hiccuped and step inside his dark room, standing awkwardly and trying to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“Come here. Tell me what's wrong?” he pulled you into a warm hug. You buried your face in his chest, bunching your fists into his shirt.

You heard Dick sigh after getting no response from you.

“How can I help?” he offered.

You looked up at him, his sharp chiseled outline dimly illuminated by the moonlight coming in from his window. Even in the darkness you could make out how his eyebrows were knitted into a frown, his lips tight with caution.

You could feel his heat radiating, his heartbeat on your palms which were now flat against his chest. Through wet lashes, you tried to convey what you wanted with your eyes, only to have him look even more confused.

So you pulled him by the shirt and kissed him hard on the lips, forcing his to part, throwing your arms around his neck shamelessly.

“Mmmpf,” he let out a surprised cry. Yet, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, responding to your kiss, until he finally realised what was happening.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he stopped you, “Not that I haven't thought about this since forever, but are you sure you're alright? Tell me what's wrong.”

“Please, Dick,” you sniffled, “Make me forget about him. Just for tonight.”

“Who?” he frowned.

You didn't answer.

“Who hurt you, sweetheart?” he asked gently, his hand went up to caress your cheek.

“He didn't do it on purpose,” you sighed sadly.

He didn't know that you've been in love with him for 6 years, he didn't know that he was the subject of all your daydreams and fantasies, he didn't know that having his hands all over another girl would hurt you.

“Just make me forget, please?” you begged the man whom you considered your best friend, your confidant, even an older brother.

“I don't want to take advantage of you when you're emotionally vulnerable,” he protested, despite his arms tightening around you.

“I want you tonight, Dick, please,” you tried, “I- I need you. Just for tonight.”

Dick looked at you intensely, his gaze piercing your eyes, making sure you're in the right mind. Your head was clear, it was just your heart that was crushed.

“Okay,” he tilted your head up, “I’ll make you forget.”

He bunched your hair in his fists and gently tugged your head back to expose your neck, and then started softly kissing your skin, nipping at your earlobe, licking at your pulse.

“I’ll make sure my name is the only one you're screaming tonight,” he whispered, hot breath leaving goosebumps on your skin.

His hands started to roam your body, squeezing your ass, going underneath your shirt to unclasp your bra and then tossing it away. His hands moved to cup your breasts, kneading them. He groaned into your mouth as you prodded his with your tongue, wanting to taste him.

The two of you were panting desperately, your body writhing against his, seeking friction to relieve the pressure you felt between your legs. You could feel his length grow harder and harder underneath the constraints of his boxers, rubbing against your lower tummy.

He pulled off your shirt, exposing your breasts, then slipped you out of your shorts smoothly. You tugged at his shirt as well, trying to rip it off him so you could finally feel his hard body against yours. He helped you take off his clothes, his boxers gone along with everything else.

Once you were both standing naked, grinding and twisting your bodies against each other, you pushed him back hard so he collapsed on his bed.

You immediately went to straddle him, his hands automatically flying to your waist, rubbing up and down your body. You started rubbing your pussy lips all over his long shaft.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, “You’re leaking all over my cock, baby.”

“That’s the idea. And you’d have to question your own sexual history if I wasn’t this wet,” you smirked at him, appreciating the way he looked beneath you. His eyes were hooded, his hair sticking to his forehead, his muscular body covered by a light sheen of sweat that reflected whatever light there was coming from outside.

“You usually this snarky when you’re going to fuck someone?” he grinned.

You raised your hips and guided his cock to your entrance before sinking down slowly, feeling him stretching you wide, feeling him rub against your walls, feeling him already touching your sweet spot.

The both of you moaned softly, careful not to make much noise.

“Only when I’m on top,” you breathed a reply. You started moving your hips, your mouth falling slack at the pleasure the friction brought you.

“Shit, you look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, hands cupping your heaving breasts, “Your tits look so amazing. Wanted to see them for so long.”

“Really?” you managed to ask despite the ecstasy you were feeling.

“Yeah,” he hummed, “But I made you a promise.”

You slowed down, trying to remember what he said, tilting your head to one side in curiosity.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the waist and then with strength, flipped you over so that he was now on top of you, without taking his cock out. You let out a small squeak at the surprise, which was muffled by a heated, wet kiss.

He rested his forehead against yours, and growled lowly, “I told you that my name will be the only one you’ll be screaming tonight.”

Then, he started pounding into you, whipping his hips with a force that kept on knocking the breath out of you again and again.

“Dick!” you moaned vulgarly, “Fuck, Dick, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, “Say my name.”

“Dick!” you repeated, his name like a mantra to keep you focused on reality. The fact that he was bent over on top of you, his broad shoulders engulfed you, his arms propping himself up was next to your head- you felt that you were truly consumed by Dick Grayson that night.

“You’re so wet and warm for me, sweetheart,” he continued, “You take my cock so well.”

You could only whine in response. You couldn’t believe that the Golden Boy Dick Grayson had such a filthy mouth.

“You like my cock, baby?” he asked, “Tell me you like my cock.”

“I like your cock, Dick!” you mewled, feeling your high coming onto you faster and faster.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred, “I can feel you clench around me. You wanna come, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, “Yes, Dick, please let me come!”

“Alright, come for me baby,” he choked as he chased his own high, “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

“Dick,” you let out a long whine before you shut your eyes at the intense burning you felt, your vision white, gasping for air as you felt your pussy flutter, clenching at his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” you heard Dick moan distantly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

When you came down, Dick withdrew his cock and then spilled all over your body, strings of hot creamy liquid squirting on your breasts, catching on your nipple, pooling in your belly button.

“Shit,” he sighed against your lips, giving you another sweet kiss.

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

He got off you and tried to reach for his shirt on the floor. He wiped you down with it, giving you an apologetic smile that you found endearing.

“Goddamn, you’re amazing,” he pulled you into his arms, spooning you from behind.

“Was it true what you said earlier?” you asked curiously, “Did you really think of me before this?”

“Of course,” he chuckled, “I’m sure all of us did at one point. But I never stopped thinking, you know? You’re kinda my guilty pleasure.”

“I’m your spank bank, is that it?” you giggled.

“You don’t know how sexy you look when you walk around the house in those booty shorts and tank tops,” he accused you. “Shit. I don’t think I’d be able to get you out of my head after this.”

“I wish I was the same,” you let out a sad sigh.

You felt Dick still behind you.

“I’m not going to ask…” he trailed off.

You shifted and turned around to face him.

“But you want to,” you pointed it out.

You were close again, lips just inches away from each other.

“Of course I want to,” he started caressing your cheek, “I want to know who hurt you.”

You felt your chest tighten again at the reminder.

You remained silent, just looking into his eyes. But after a few moments, you felt a wave of sleepiness crash over you. You shot up straight, attempting to leave.

“I should go now,” you climbed off the bed.

“No, don’t go,” Dick all but whined at you, “I like to cuddle after sex.”

“I can’t stay here, Dick,” you explained, “If someone saw me leave in the morning looking like this, they’d know we slept together.”

“So?” he said silently.

“So,” you started, “I… Don’t want anyone to know. I mean, we’re not together. It was just a one time thing.”

You started putting your clothes back on. Dick stood up, towering above you.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he suggested, “If- if you need me. I’m at your disposal.”

You bit your lip with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I am, sweetheart,” he pulled you in, “I care about you. If doing this- coming to me- if it helps you, then I’d be happy to do it.”

You looked up at him, feeling the guilt creeping up to you. You knew now that Dick probably felt something for you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same way.

But you knew your heart still belonged to him.

And you knew that you’d just be using Dick.

“Thank you,” you whispered, tiptoeing to give him a peck on the lips, before leaving to your room.

***

There was this really annoying repetitive sound that woke you up from your dreamless sleep.

“You awake?” you heard Dick’s muffled voice behind your closed door. His incessant knocking must have roused you.

You groaned, blinking at the assault of the sunlight in your eyes. “I am now!”

You checked your phone. It was 15 minutes to 10 in the morning.

“Breakfast? Everyone’s already downstairs,” he announced.

“Yeah, yeah, give me ten minutes to get ready,” you told him. You saw the shadow underneath the door disappear. You stared at your ceiling, thinking whether it’d be awkward between you and Dick.

You were dreading breakfast already.

At the dining table, you saw your foster family already seated and eating the pancakes Alfred made. Bruce was reading the paper while sipping on his coffee. You sat down in between Tim and Bruce, directly opposite of Jason. Dick was next to him, and Damian next to Dick.

They looked normal, besides everyone being exceptionally good looking. Money does buy a lot of things, including beauty. No one would suspect that the five sitting down at the table, bickering with each other, were all vigilantes of various background.

You were taken in as Bruce’s ward 6 years ago, after your parents passed away in a car crash. Your father was Bruce’s best friend, and had named Bruce your godfather when you were born. You were still underaged when they died, and didn’t have any other family left. Your father left a will appointing Bruce your legal guardian if anything were to happen.

You’ve been an adult for a while now, but Bruce still wished to take care of you, even paying for your art degree. He looked at you as his own daughter, and you looked at him like a father. Being the odd one out, you never got into that vigilante life.

You knew of them from the very beginning, since you grew up with Dick. He kept no secrets from you, and Bruce trusted you like it was your own secret to keep.

“Good morning,” you yawned while reaching for the pancakes.

“Morning,” mumbled the rest.

Once you were digging happily into your breakfast, you noticed Jason frowning at you. He was wearing a white shirt crumpled from sleep. His hair was messy, his lower lip jutting out in a cute pout that made you want to suck on-

“Wha?” you asked with your mouth stuffed, used to the inappropriate thoughts you had about him.

“You left early last night,” he stated. You didn’t miss how Dick suddenly tuned into your conversation.

“Was sleepy and tired,” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

“You could have at least told me you were leaving,” Jason reprimanded you. His almost permanent frown knitted even more tightly together than usual.

“Well, I saw that you were occupied,” you finally looked directly into his eyes, and then smiled, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

He grit his jaw.

“Where were you guys?” Tim interrupted.

“A bar,” you casually answered, “I met Jason there after meeting with the gallery owner.”

“For your exhibition?” Damian asked.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, “They said they liked my art, but they’ll call me to confirm.”

“That��s great!” Tim applauded, “I hope you get some spots.”

“Thanks, me too,” you beamed.

“So the two of you met at a bar?” Dick interrogated.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

“What’s it to you?” Jason suddenly said aggressively.

“If you two planned to meet, why did she leave early?” Dick continued.

You exchanged a fleeting moment’s eye contact with Jason before turning to Dick, “I already said I was tired, Dick.”

“And what was Jason so occupied with that you didn’t tell him you were leaving?” he questioned.

An awkward silence filled the table. Jason was now picking at the leftovers on his plate. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Bruce’s very small, barely noticeable smirk. He was obviously amused by your exchange.

“He was with a girl,” you decided to answer.

You saw the gears in Dick’s head click, the way he frowned, how his eyes came to the realisation.

You thought he looked a bit frustrated, and sad.

He then turned to Jason. “You left her alone for a girl? After already planning to meet up?”

“In his defense, we had an argument,” you explained. You had said a few harsh words to Jason that made him leave. But you wouldn’t have had to say those things if he wasn’t being an asshole in the first place.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tim interjected, “Jason was with a girl?”

“I agree with Drake’s surprise,” Damian added, “That is a peculiar behavior for Todd’s standards.”

You felt a squeeze in your heart.

“It’s none of your business who I was with,” Jason growled.

“Jason,” Dick snarled. You were taken aback that he would get angry over this, but you weren’t particularly shocked that Dick could get that way.

He was the eldest, after all. He had some sort of unspoken authority, and everyone silently respected him. He could boss all the younger boys around, though he was usually met with resistance from Jason.

“Why would you leave her alone at a bar?” he demanded. Jason was still playing with his leftovers.

“It’s fine, Dick,” you tried to calm him down, “I got back okay. And I really was tired.”

“No, he’s right,” Jason conceded, now looking at you with his blue eyes, anger gone. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I forgive you,” you hurriedly accepted, “There. Can we move on from this, please?”

“Yeah, like, did you go home with her?” Tim snickered.

You really didn’t want to know, but Jason’s lack of answer confirmed it.

“Holy shit, you did!” Tim exclaimed.

You catched Dick’s gaze.

Fuck, he was looking at you with pity.

“Nothing happened,” Jason huffed, “Can we please stop talking about this?”

“I agree, I do not wish to listen to Todd’s sexual habits,” Damian grimaced.

“Shut up, brat!” Jason shot at him.

“I was agreeing with you!” Damian argued back.

Bruce cleared his throat, stopping the aggressive verbal exchange before it could escalate, “All of you bring the dishes to the back so Alfred doesn’t have to.”

There was a chorus of mumbled agreement from the table. After breakfast, you decided to paint.

Your zone was in your room, near the window where the natural light could pour onto the canvas. You were seated on a stool in front of the easel. You put on your headphones, blocking out the outside world as you stared at the empty canvas.

Tchaikovsky always somehow made you paint with bright pretty colors, usually with smiling faces or fantastical scenery- but you found that happiness in art was boring, and you weren’t feeling particularly joyful that day, least of all the dainty embodiment of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, especially after the steaming hot session with Dick the previous night.

So you opted for Debussy. Clair De Lune made you feel more solemn and sombre. You closed your eyes and thought back to the scene at the bar and focused on the guilt you felt when Jason clenched his jaw and glared at you before abruptly leaving you at the table and going to the bar, gritting “I need a drink.”

The shame, embarrassment, the lump that you felt obstructed your throat when you saw him wrap an arm around a girl’s waist as he leaned on to the bar, whispering to her.

How the sight made the blood rush to your ears, drowning out the sound of music and obnoxious drunken laughs with your heartbeat.

She had looked like you- sort of. She had the same color hair, though yours were shorter. She had the same body type- you were more toned while she was curvier. Your facial features were almost the same, except hers was more defined with her expert use of makeup. She was wearing stylish clothes that clung to her body tastefully and accentuated her assets, with perfectly manicured nails that was caressing the fabric of Jason’s leather jacket.

Your chest was tight, and tears were brimming your eyes when you left the bar.

You opened your eyes and chose your palette. An array of dark blues and purples, black, with many shades of gray, so you started painting.

You were lost in your own thoughts for a couple of hours, the sun outside was at its peak in the very rare hot Gotham afternoon.

You were going to make a long brush stroke when you felt something at the crook of your neck, making you jolt in surprise. You tore off your headphones.

“Did I scare you?” Dick’s warm breath fanned your skin. He was bent down, pressing light kisses on your neck, shoulders and back.

“What are you doing, Dick?” you sighed, exposing your neck to give him more access.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he whispered.

“So are you at my disposal or is it the other way round now?” you smirked.

You felt him grin against your skin. He then straightened up and went to sit on the edge of your bed, facing you.

“So, Jason, huh?” he flopped down, bouncing on the mattress.

You put your brush and palette down to face him, rolling your eyes.

“I’m kind of… frustrated,” he told you.

“Why?” you asked, “You knew I liked someone.”

“The fact that it’s my brother- well,” he started, “It changes everything.”

You just stared at him, his piercing gaze unsettling you, unsure of what to say.

“So tell me what happened last night,” he broke the silence.

“You already have the gist of it,” you said hesitantly.

“I know, but I want to hear the whole story,” he insisted.

You chewed on your lips.

“Fine,” you conceded, “He called me and asked where I was. I said I was already leaving the gallery. He told me to meet him at this bar in Diamond District, since I was close by. So I said yes, and we reached the place at the same time. We met each other at the parking lot and then head inside, but as we were going in, I saw a friend come out.”

“Who?”

“Nick, I met him at an exhibition a couple of months before,” you explained, “So he greeted me, gave me a friendly hug and kiss-”

“A friendly kiss?” Dick interjected, smirking.

“He’s European,” you clarified, eyes narrowing at his insinuation, “It was just a peck on the cheek- friendly stuff. Anyway, that was that. We went in. Then Jason started to get all pissy. He was like ‘I didn’t know you were into snotty pricks like him’ - which was totally uncalled for! I told him that Nikolai was a nice guy and he shouldn’t judge people before getting to know them. But then he kept going on and on about my standards.”

“Standards?”

“Yeah, like,” you elaborated, “‘I didn’t think your standards were that low’.”

Dick let out a low whistle.

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “At that time we were already seated. And God, he wouldn’t shut up about my standards and my apparently bad taste in men, blahblahblah. So, I, uh, said something pretty harsh back.”

“Uh oh,” Dick widen his eyes, “I know how snarky you can be. What did you say?”

“I said, ‘Jason, you may think my standards are low, but it would never stoop so low that I’d go out with someone like you’,” you cringed at yourself.

“Yikes,” Dick chuckled, “You always had a sharp bite, huh?”

“I mean,” you tried to defend yourself, “He was asking for it.”

“He was,” Dick agreed, “But you know how he is. When you said ‘someone like you’, it must have triggered something along the lines of his usual ‘I’m not a good person, I’ve done bad things’ schtick.”

“I know,” you groaned, “I felt bad. The way he was glaring at me, holy shit, if only looks could kill.”

“So is that when he left?”

“Yeah, he said he needed a drink, so he went to the bar. Next thing I knew, he…” you took a deep breath, “He had a girl in his arms. A pretty girl. Flirting with her. He doesn’t usually do that, you know? Which was why it was relatively easy for me to keep it in all these years. But seeing him like that, well. It upset me.”

Dick digested your story. You waited for him to answer.

“Well, from what you told me,” he concluded, “It sounds like he was jealous.”

“Jealous?” you shrilled, “No way. He doesn’t like me. My guess was that he was being an overprotective little shit.”

“But people are usually overprotective over the people they like. Isn’t that a response to or a form of jealousy?” he suggested.

“Dick, you looked like you wanted to strangle him when you found out that he left me alone,” you reminded him, “Doesn’t mean you were jealous or in love with me.”

“Maybe,” Dick entertained, “But I still think he was jealous, so he acted out by flirting with another girl.”

“But why would he act out that way?” you argued. “He didn’t know that it would hurt me. He doesn’t know that I’ve been in love with him since forever.”

“You’re right, maybe he didn’t do it to hurt you,” he pondered, “Maybe he was just trying to distract himself, like how someone tried to do with me?”

“Oh, shut up, you liked it,” you grinned.

“I did,” he smirked, “A lot. Too much, in fact. I want to do it again. And again.”

His expression went darker, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Dick was hot, sexy, whatever you wanted to call it. You would be lying if you said that you never thought of Dick, your best friend, that way. Especially since the two of you practically grew up together, with your parents being Bruce’s best friend, and Dick being Bruce’s first.

You loved Dick, but ultimately, it was Jason who stole your heart.

“You’re just horny, Dick,” you laughed.

“And you’re not?” he asked back, “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy last night?”

“What happened last night?”

The both of you snapped your heads toward the door- which Dick had left open. Jason was standing there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Were you listening in?” you shrieked.

“No,” he frowned, “Was just passing by, going to my room. Heard you guys talking. What happened last night?”

“Nothing,” you answered a little too quickly, “Dick was asking if I enjoyed drinks last night, and I was just going to tell him I didn’t have any drinks last night.”

“I said I was sorry,” he pouted again.

Your expression softened. “I know. And I said it was fine.”

An awkward silence filled the room, as he just looked at you like he was figuring out what to say.

“So…” you slowly began, “Next time, could you, like, knock?”

He didn’t reply immediately, but just started to flicker his gaze between you and Dick. Then, with a scowl, he let out a mumbled “Whatever” and left.

You got up and closed the door, locking it behind you. You glared at Dick, your arms crossed.

“Whoops?” he grimaced.

“Forgetting to close the door is not a very Nightwing thing to do,” you scolded.

“Well, I’m not Nightwing right now,” he shrugged, giving you an annoyingly smug grin, “But I gotta say, I’m quite curious to see how he would react if he knew we slept together.”

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you growled.

“Relax, I’m not gonna say anything,” he raised his hands in surrender. “Mainly because you won’t sleep with me again if I did.”

He gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

“You’re such a horny bastard!” you laughed out loud and pounced at him to tickle his sides. He grabbed your arms before you could reach him, and then wrestled you down, pinning you against the bed with your hands over your head and his body weight ensuring you stay in place below him.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” he kissed the tip of your nose.

“That’s what a boyfriend would say,” you narrowed your eyes.

“But it is also what Dick Grayson would say to his super sexy best friend who rocked his night,” he countered, “I may not be your boyfriend, nor am I in love with you, but I still care, you know? I won’t hurt you. So as long as you’re still interested in our… arrangement, this cock-”

He paused to roll his hips against yours, eliciting a soft moan from you when you felt a flicker of heat between your legs.

“- is only yours.”

Your heart swelled at how thoughtful he was being. He wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible with your new and unorthodox relationship. He didn’t owe you that kind of exclusivity, nor should he be obligated to offer it to you, yet there he was, doing the most Dick Grayson thing ever.

“Thank you, Dick,” you breathed.

“What are best friends for, right?” he winked.

“Oh, just get off me, you idiot,” you held back a smile, “It’s in the middle of the day.”

He climbed off you and collapsed onto his back next to you.

“Oh, so we’re limiting our steamy sessions to night time? I guess I can work with that,” he teased.

You shook your head, ignoring his jest.

“Do you think he heard us?” you worried.

“He didn’t,” Dick simply stated.

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure?” he scoffed, “Sweetheart, I’m the second best detective in this house!”

“Not Tim?” you prodded.

He gasped exaggeratedly. “I am so offended.”

“I feel like he can read my mind sometimes, you know?”

“I’m leaving,” he got up and dashed to the door, “I will not take any more of this insult!”

He slammed the door shut. In the distance, you heard him shout, “I will not!”

“Drama queen,” you muttered under your breath and went back to your easel.

***

To say that Dick was clingy would be an understatement.

You didn’t sleep with him again after the first time as his nights were busy with patrol and got back home too late each time.

But during the days, though he acted relatively the same way as he did before, he added more flirty winks, and subtle touches. It got to your nerves at one point because he would shamelessly do it even when everyone else was around.

Of course, he wasn’t being blatantly obvious, but being in a home full of well-trained vigilantes- it made you paranoid.

It was a Saturday evening, and you were sketching out a scene in your book when you heard a knock on your door.

“It’s open,” you announced before slamming your sketchbook shut, away from prying eyes.

“Hey,” you saw Jason peek in, “You busy?”

“No,” you replied, “What’s up?”

“Was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner before I go off for patrol tonight?” he asked, shifting his feet. “My treat.”

“Sure!” your face lit up, “Anything for free food.”

You heard him chuckle, your heart melting at the sound. Your relationship with him became a bit strained because of what happened the previous weekend.

He took you on his bike that night, and even though you’ve been the passenger on his motorcycle countless of times, the close contact still made your heart flutter.

You could feel the hardness of his body as you clutched onto his leather jacket for support. You could smell him- a musky cologne and a very faint smokey scent. You couldn’t see much of the road in front of you because his broad shoulders was blocking the view.

He took you on his bike to a small italian restaurant in Little Italy It was nothing fancy, but you preferred an authentic restaurant with a homemade feel, small tables, and warm lights. You sat at a small table for two, and ordered.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to eat that much right before patrol?” you raised an eyebrow.

He had taken off his jacket, and was wearing a simple black t-shirt with jeans. His hair was messy from the helmet, and his cheeks, nose and ears were slightly red from the cold ride there.

“I gotta have the energy to kick some ass, princess,” he grinned.

“You ordered a whole lasagna and a plate of pasta,” you giggled, “And I’m sure you’re gonna wanna get dessert as well.”

“Hey, I like my food, alright?” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“Well, I can’t really say much to that,” you admitted, “Is this a way to make up to me or something? ‘Coz getting to my heart through my stomach is clever. You know I’m as weak as you are when it comes to food.”

“And I kept that in mind,” he winked, making your stomach flip. His winks always got to you.

“You’re totally, wholeheartedly forgiven then,” you reassured.

“Good,” he nodded, “But, uh, yeah, like I said. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved in effort to keep the awkwardness away.

“But actually, I wanted to ask you something as well,” he started.

“Ask away,” you shrugged.

He paused, allowing the waitress to set your drinks down. You started slowly sipping on your coke.

“Are you and Dick together?”

You almost sprayed your drink everywhere.

“W-what?” you sputtered in a fit of hacking coughs.

“I dunno, he’s been acting weird around you lately,” he played with his straw, avoiding eye contact.

“No way in hell!” you denied. You took a deep breath to calm down before you explained. “Look, I can see why you think so. Lately, he’s been annoying, you know? Flirts more than usual. But that’s just how Dick is. He flirts without even realising it. He’s probably just bored whenever he does it.”

“So you’re not together?” he reconfirmed.

“No, Jay,” you insisted, “We’re best friends. That’s it.”

“I see,” he let out a sigh, “Good.”

“You seemed relieved,” you teased, “You jealous, Jay?”

You played with the idea in your head, but it was mostly wishful thinking.

“No,” he replied quickly, “I’m relieved because it’s weird, you know? The two of you. You guys were always there when I was growing up. It’d just be weird, alright? Like if my sister was dating my best friend or something.”

He leaned back onto his chair and looked away.

“So am I your best friend or your sister?” you jibed.

“Best friend,” he looked at you. And with a grin, he added, “Dick’s my sister.”

You laughed. On the bright side, at least he didn’t see you as a sister.

Your food arrived. You were smirking at the large portion Jason was devouring immediately.

“I miss talking to you, Jay,” you smiled, “I like this.”

“Me too, princess,” his eyes softened.

Dick called everyone sweetheart, or darling. But Jason? Jason only called you ‘Princess’. It was his thing that started so long ago, when he was still Robin.

Though you were closer to Dick because he was there first, you were the same age as Jason. Thus, you were in the same grade, watched the same shows, listened to the same music- though the latter was purely coincidental and did not have anything to do with your age. It was just easier for you to relate to him.

You were a rebellious teen back then. You snuck out of your parents’ house frequently to hang out with your friends in shady places. One night, at 15 years old, you were walking back to your house around two in the morning.

You only realised too late that you were being followed by 3 men when one of them grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late, you know?” one of them pushed you against the wall.

You had never wished so hard that you were like Dick, capable of defending yourself.

“I have money,” you had started to beg, “Please, I’ll give you anything. Just don’t hurt me.”

“We want more than just money, baby,” another guy said.

“Please, don’t,” you pleaded, tears spilling down from your eyes. You were shaking in fear, frozen to your spot, not knowing what to do.

“The more you beg, the more you turn me on,” one of them replied, coming closer to you. He gripped your hair painfully to keep your head in place as he leaned in to force a kiss on you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the worst that was yet to come. Suddenly, the pain disappeared. You opened your eyes and saw Robin smashing the head of the guy who was nearest to you against the wall.

He then proceeded to almost effortlessly knock out the other two.

He looked at you through his white lens.

“Jason?” you whispered.

“Are you okay?” he rushed to you.

You flung yourself into his arms, tears of relief now brimming your eyes instead of fear.

“I was so scared,” you sobbed into his armor covered chest.

“I know. It’s okay, I’m right here,” he patted your head, other arm wrapped around your waist and squeezing you tightly. “What are you doing out so late?”

“Being stupid,” you grimaced, before panicking. “Please don’t tell Dick! He’d kill me! Please, Jason, please.”

You stared at him now with wide eyes, seeing his expression softening and a small smile at his lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. This will be our little secret,” he assured you, “Just promise me you won’t go out this late again. At least, not alone. It’s dangerous. You know that.”

“I promise,” you sniffled, “Thank you, Jason. For saving me. You’re my knight in shining armor.”

“So that makes you my princess, right?” he grinned.

You giggled then, but your heart suddenly started beating faster, and not because of the fear or adrenaline. You hid your blushing face into his chest so he couldn’t see how flustered he made you.

From then on, he called you ‘Princess’. It was a term of endearment brought by a small little secret only the two of you shared.

You didn’t realise that you were already in love with him. Not until he died 6 months later, and you were left with a hole in your chest. To make things worse, your parents also died around the same time.

“You okay?” your current Jason broke you out of your daze and back to the present.

“Yeah,” you smiled at the memory, “Remember that time you saved me from those assholes? In that alley?”

“You were stupid to go out that late alone,” he grumbled.

“Yes, and I swear, since then I have been on my best behavior,” you rolled your eyes, “You never told Dick, right?”

“Of course not,” he scowled, “I promised you didn’t I?”

Fuck, he looked so cute pouting and grumbling the way he did- because he may looked upset, but he was still finishing up his lasagna.

“Yeah, you did,” you hummed, “Anyway, shouldn’t we be leaving soon? You have patrol.”

“I ain’t leavin’ without my damned dessert!”

***

That night, you decided to stay up late painting a piece. Your aim was to have your own solo exhibition by the end of the year, so you needed to work hard.

It was around four in the morning when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“It’s me,” you heard Dick’s muffled voice.

You set your brush down and unlocked the door for him.

He was still in his Nightwing uniform, sweaty and slightly dirty. He stepped in, and you made it a point to lock the door behind him.

“All of you just got back?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he stood in front of you, “Was going back to my room, but then I saw your lights were still on. Speaking of-”

He reached to the switch and turned off the lights.

“Dick- what-”

“At least they’d think you were asleep and wouldn’t come knocking,” he explained. The sudden shift to darkness blinded you. You slowly walked to your bedside table and switched on a night light. Now it was bright enough for you to make out Dick in the darkness, yet dark enough for people to think you were sleeping.

“Everyone got back okay? Anything interesting happen?” you sat on your bed, motioning Dick to join you.

“Nah,” he said, “Slow night. Just a couple of scrapes and bruises. Though, Jason got it pretty bad tonight.”

“What?” you panicked, “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Relax, nothing serious,” he chuckled, “The love of your life just started puking into a dumpster after grappling.”

And almost like they rehearsed it, you heard a couple of bickering voices outside your room.

“-can't believe you got puke in your helmet,” you heard Tim say.

“Shut the fuck up about it already,” Jason growled. “And quiet down, she’s gonna wake up.”

“She’d love to hear about this, though,” Tim whispered.

“Disgusting, Todd,” Damian commented, “Disgraceful to the Robin legacy. Utterly idiotic-”

“I said shut the fuck up!” he yelled. You heard a loud door slam.

“You're the one who said she'd wake up,” Tim chortled.

“... honestly… to think… low intelligence…”

“... can't wait… tell her…”

The voices faded away, and ended with the sound of doors being closed shut.

You looked at Dick and burst into giggles.

“I told him that eating so much wasn't a good idea,” you gasped in between laughter. “God, he's such an idiot.”

“How much did he eat?”

“A huge slice of lasagna, a plate of carbonara, and two scoops of ice cream,” you listed down, “All super creamy, super heavy.”

“He is an idiot,” Dick laughed, “Did you have a good time?”

“I did,” you smiled, “Oh, he asked if we were together.”

“You and me?”

“Yes, you and me,” you scolded “And it's all your fault, too. You were being way too obvious with the whole… You thing.”

“Me thing?” he smirked.

��Yeah, you thing,” you huffed, “I told him there was nothing going on between us.”

“Which is technically the truth,” he added.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Just ease up on the whole flirty stuff, will you?”

“I can’t help it,” he groaned, collapsing onto his back.

His blue and black uniform stuck to him like second skin, accentuating the contours of his muscles that was casting beautiful shadows onto his body due to the dim light. Your eyes trailed down from his face to his abs to his crotch, your tongue subconsciously darting out to wet your lips.

“Like what you see?” he snickered.

“Me and every other girl in Gotham,” you rolled your eyes.

In a flash, he had shot straight up and pounced on top of you, pinning you down on the bed with his body.

“You’ve fantasized about Nightwing?” he whispered against your lips.

“Of course I have,” you pouted, “I mean, it’s Nightwing. All girls do.”

“But you,” he set his arm on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles that you could feel through your thin tank top, “Must have fantasized more about Red Hood, right?”

“Jason was dead for two years,” you reminded him, “At that time, though I was still in love with him, Nightwing was the main attraction.”

“But what about now?” he started to kiss your neck.

“I guess now it’s mostly Red Hood,” you admitted.

He drew back to look at you in the eye, a cheeky grin playing onto his face, “I could steal his helmet if you like. Wash the puke out first, of course. A little roleplay to spice things up?”

“That’s so fucked up, Dick!” you laughed, “I can’t fuck you while pretending it’s your brother.”

“Hmm, why not?” he hummed and started nibbling at your ear lobe. “I could pretend to be him. What does he always call you, again?”

“Princess?”

“Ah, yes. You wanna play with me, princess?” he grazed your ear.

You gasped. Dick had impersonated Jason’s voice so well. He nailed Jason’s husky and low sound, and flawlessly imitated his subtle yet still noticeable Bowery accent down to the last syllable.

It made your pussy clench.

“That- that was-” you stuttered, that simple action made you a blushing sputtering mess.

“On point?” he grinned.

“That would be an understatement,” you praised, “Shit, I didn’t know you could do that so well.”

“Alfred would be pleased,” he chuckled lowly, “Though, I’m sure he’d disapprove of the skill being used in this context.”

“It’s fucked up, Dick,” you repeated, though you wanted it so badly.

“You want me to fuck you, princess?” he purred, “You want my cock?”

He slipped his hand between your legs to cup your covered sex.

“Dick,” you whined, “Stop it. It’s turning me on more than you think. I feel like he’s actually saying those things to me.”

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he teased, “I can make you feel so good, baby.”

You groaned when his hands slipped underneath your shorts, immediately running a finger up and down your wet folds, the odd yet pleasurable sensation of his textured gloved hands making you squirm. You spread your legs wider to give him more access.

“So wet and ready for me,” he drawled, “Close your eyes, sweetheart. Close your eyes and imagine him.”

“I- I shouldn’t,” you breathed, “I can’t do that to you.”

“I don’t mind,” he insisted, “I just want to get you off. I like seeing you like this. I like turning you on.”

He slipped a finger inside your opening and immediately curled it upwards, hitting your sweet spot, eliciting a desperate moan from you.

“Come on, princess. Play with me.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he inserted a second finger easily, pumping in and out of you at a pace that made your breath hitch.

“Ja- Dick,” you caught yourself mid-moan.

“It’s okay to indulge, sweetheart,” you felt him whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling you, “Go on. I want to hear you say my name.”

“Jason,” you dared a small whine, giving in to your fantasies.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his fingers now making squelching sounds.

You were really indulging yourself, that's for sure. You imagined that it was Jason who was panting in your ear, that it was Jason's thick fingers inside you and making you feel good, that it was Jason’s weight against your body, that it was Jason's erection you were gently massaging through the sturdy yet thin material of Nightwing’s suit- however unrealistic it was.

“Mmm, Jason,” you sighed louder, the heat you felt even more intense than you usually did.

“So fucking sexy, princess. Your pussy feels so good around my fingers.”

Hell, even you felt your walls tighten around him when he said that.

“So hot,” he groaned, “I want to see you come. You want me to make you come?”

“Yes, Jason, please,” you whined, your head thrashing about. Then, he curled his fingers upwards and started massaging your deep spot, making a new wave of sensation appear. He was relentless in his pace, almost forcing the orgasm from you.

You were a moaning mess, unsure of what was real and what wasn’t.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it, baby,” he purred, “Come for me right now, princess.”

The building heat you usually felt was absent that night. Instead, it was like an explosion. Barrages of white, hot, pleasure filled your entire being, that you weren’t aware how loud you were screaming.

“Fuck, fuck, JASON!”

You felt a hand clamp down on your mouth as you slowly came back to reality. You opened your eyes to see Dick’s wide stare. He was still slowly pumping in and out of you, grounding you after your intense orgasm.

You could hear your own breathing- loud and ragged.

“Shit,” Dick chuckled, “Wow, do I need to see you come like that again.”

He slid out his fingers from you carefully.

“Kiss me, Dick,” you sighed.

He reached for to cup your face, his lips mere inches away from yours until-

You heard frantic knocking on the door.

“Hey, you okay in there?” you heard Jason’s muffled yells.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath looking at Dick with panic, “Shit, shit, shit. Hide in my bathroom, quick!”

Dick dashed to your bathroom and you hurriedly put on a robe.

“Princess, you okay?” he continued, “I heard you shouting.”

“Just a second!” you yelled back, tripping over your chair in the process of getting to the door.

“Hey,” you opened, meeting a clean Jason with wet hair and a white t-shirt along with a worried look on his face.

“You okay?” he asked again, “I heard you calling for me. I thought you were in trouble.”

“I had a bad dream,” you lied, “I must have shouted your name. False alarm. Sorry.”

You weren’t really a good liar- especially since everyone else were good lie detectors. But you tried and sometimes you could get away with it.

Now you were praying to whatever deity was up there that it was one of those times.

“Oh,” Jason frowned, “Are you okay? You wanna talk about it?”

“No, I’m fine,” you smiled, “I’ll try to go back to bed after this.”

“Hey,” he reached out to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m here, okay? If you want me to hang around until you sleep, just say the word.”

You felt yourself start to blush furiously at his action, your stomach doing flips again.

“I-it’s okay,” you sputtered. “I’ll be fine. Really. But thank you, Jason.”

He pursed his lips, just staring at you for a moment. And then-

“Come here,” he mumbled and then pulled you into his arms, engulfing you with his warmth.

“I used to have nightmares too,” he whispered into your ear, “And during the rare times my mom was actually sober, she’d just hug me like this, and everything felt alright again.”

You were taken aback by his words. Jason hardly ever talked about his parents. Your guilt started eating at you when you realised that he only shared this with you because he thought you were scared, yet you couldn’t help but to lean into him, welcoming his contact.

You breathed in his scent- his shampoo and shower gel smelled like fresh tropical fruit. You could also smell a faint lingering minty scent of his toothpaste.

You just wanted to melt into him.

But then, he stepped away from you to end the hug.

“Just text me if you need anything, alright?” he looked at you intensely.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Goodnight, princess,” he winked and turned around to go back to his room.

“Goodnight, Jay,” you sighed after him, wishing nothing more but to pull him back to you.

You watched him close the door to his room- which was down the hall to yours- before you closed your door and leaned against it with your eyes closed, trying to burn the memory into your brain.

“That was so cute,” a voice said.

You jumped ever so slightly and saw Dick smirking at you in front of your bathroom door. You had completely forgotten that he was still there.

“Shut up,” you scowled, walking towards him, “That was so fucking embarrassing.”

“Yet hot as fuck,” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him by the hips. “Now I’m definitely going to steal his helmet.”

“Don’t even,” you groaned, resting your arms on his shoulders, “So embarrassing.”

“It was hot, and cute,” he insisted, grinning. “I should head back.”

“But, uh, you haven’t, I mean I haven’t helped you, uh, you know,” you awkwardly implied.

“It’s okay,” he assured you, “That scare kinda ruined my boner. Plus, like I said, I enjoy just watching you.”

“You sure?” you pouted, “I don’t mind helping you out.”

“I’m sure,” he kissed you on the nose, “It’s getting late, too. You should sleep.”

“Okay, then,” you stepped away from him and watched him head towards the door. “Goodnight, Dick.”

“Goodnight, princess,” he grinned and ran silently to his room before you could even react to his teasing.

***

It had already been a month since you and Dick started sleeping together. It was fun, and you enjoyed it a lot, but you felt like the more you tried to distract yourself with Dick, the more you couldn’t get Jason out of your mind.

And every little thing that Jason did affected you more than it should. From the way he drank his bottled water, to the way his left eye twitched and his jaw clench whenever Damian said something insulting. Everything he did made you want him.

So you used Dick to distract yourself and the cycle continued.

Dick was also using you, because Dick was a horny bastard and he liked sleeping with you. A lot.

Every chance he got.

But then one day when Dick and you were lounging by the pool, Jason approached you.

“Hey, uh, you free tonight?” he asked you.

His eye contact was in a frenzy- avoiding yours- and he was ruffling the hair at the back of his head. He looked almost nervous.

“Yeah, I am,” you replied, “Why?”

“Thought that we could spend some time together,” he shrugged, “Watch some thrillers or something. In your room? Or mine. I don’t care. Whichever you prefer.”

“Sure!” you agreed almost too happily.

“Yeah?” he grinned, “Okay, then. I gotta meet Roy now but I’ll be back by 8? I’ll get us some pizza.”

“Pepperoni, extra cheese, please,” you ordered.

“As if I don’t know,” he rolled his eyes and headed out.

You tried to contain your excitement in front of Dick, unsuccessfully.

“Well that just made your whole week, huh?” he chuckled, getting up from his pool chair to sit on the edge of yours.

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the ribs.

“I guess this is it, then,” he suddenly sighed.

You frowned at his shifted mood.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, I’m guessing after this, our little arrangement would end.”

“Why?”

Dick looked at you with a sad smile, “Just a feeling.”

“You’re being weird,” you pointed out, “But you know, even if we decide to end this, we’re still best friends, right? No hard feelings?”

“Of course not,” he stated, “We’ll always be best friends. No matter what.”

“Good,” you breathed a sigh of relief.

Dick leaned closer to you, his hand cupping your face.

“I want one last kiss,” he pleaded with his puppy dog eyes.

“It wouldn’t be our last, Dick,” you rolled your eyes, still allowing him to come closer to you.

“I hope not,” he barely whispered, and then pressed his soft,.familiar lips against yours for a deep, slow kiss. It wasn’t rushed, nor was it desperate. Neither of you were panting in lust and a need to take off each other’s clothes.

It simply was a sensual kiss between two friends.

You were the first to break it off.

“We’re out in the open,” you reminded him.

“Yeah,” he nodded, getting up and going back to his pool chair, “You don’t have to worry about that any more.”

You were going to say something about how stupid he was being, but decided against it. All you needed to do was let him see for himself that nothing was going to happen.

That evening, you were just hanging out in the living room with everyone while waiting for Jason to come back. Tim was telling you about how Jason went from trying to show off his new move- somersaulting down from a tall building to immediately grappling to a lower rise building and landing like a superhero- to retching out half his stomach contents into his helmet, hurriedly run to a dumpster in an alley in which he shoved a lone man aside just to hurl the rest of his food.

The man turned out to be a drug dealer. Jason’s violent push had made him drop 2 kilogrammes of cocaine from his jacket. Jason had called it a win.

“What’s so funny?”

All of you snapped your heads in the direction of the voice. Jason who had just arrived, had his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The coincidence made all of you start laughing again, right after trying hard to stop.

Once you regained your composure, you got up, while wiping your tears.

“Come on, Carbonaraticus Regurgitus,” you teased, taking the hot pizza boxes from him and leading the way to your room.

“I fucking told you guys not to tell her!” you heard him yell at the back.

You giggled to yourself and made your way to the room, leaving the door open for Jason who was probably attacking Tim before coming to you as planned.

You had already set up your laptop on the bed to a thriller on Netflix when Jason finally came in, red faced and pouting.

“He-”

“It wasn’t that bad, and I did not get puke in my helmet,” he stated before you could even get a word in.

You stifled a laugh. “Okay. I was going to say ‘Hey, is Seven okay?’. But if you insist on talking about that, I don’t mind.”

“Seven’s fine,” he grumbled before comically adding, “What’s in the booox?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he defended, taking off his jacket and hopping onto your bed to sit next to you, “Love me some Brad Pitt.”

The two of you ate your pizzas while watching the movie. The both of you were leaning back against a pile of pillows, legs stretched out. You balanced the laptop on your right thigh and Jason’s left, meaning that your right side was in close contact with his left.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling every time he accidentally said a line from the movie and apologizing after. Somewhere along the movie, he stretched out his left arm behind your head. Your mind was racing, and you couldn’t concentrate much on the movie.

Next thing you knew, the movie ended, and he suggested The Usual Suspects. Jason loved his thrillers, and loved rewatching the classics.

“Oh, but uh, before that,” he stopped you from clicking play. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What about?”

“Your art, actually,” he said.

“What about my art?”

“The ones in those black books, are those for the galleries?” he asked.

“Well, no. I mean, I have one sketchbook where I draw serious stuff. Portraits, illustrations, sceneries. That’s the one I submit to my professors,” you explained.

“Oh, but you have more than one?”

“Yeah, I always have three in total. One’s for school, one’s for practice, and one… is like my diary.”

“Your diary?” he looked at you in curiosity.

You were close, but not too close. It was only a comfortable and friendly distance, but you couldn’t stop yourself from occasionally looking at his lips before snapping your eyes back to his.

“Yeah. My art is usually a result of my emotions. The last book I have is filled with drawings when I’m feeling sad or happy, or whatever. But more personal, you know? Stuff I don’t share with the world,” you finished.

“I see,” he frowned, deep in thought, “You don’t usually show it the world, huh?”

“Nope. Completely private.”

“Then you shouldn’t be so careless about leaving it open on your desk,” he stated as a matter of factly.

“What?”

“I assume the book with the drawing of me at the bar with the girl is the diary one, right?” he brought up casually.

Your mind was blank. “What?” you repeated.

“I didn’t go through your stuff, or anything. I was just looking for you yesterday in your room, and I saw the book on your desk. It was already opened to that page…”

Shit.

Fuck.

You were so careless.

You had drawn the scene a couple of weeks ago, because you wanted to channel the sadness, anger, and jealousy into something.

“... were you jealous?”

“What?” you said for the third time. You had missed a portion of what he was saying.

“I mean, if you drew something like that,” he continued, “Is that why you left? Because I hurt you?”

You faced the laptop, tears burning your eyes at the thought of almost a decade of friendship being tossed into the drain because of your carelessness.

He was silent for a moment. And then-

“You made me jealous first, though,” he mumbled so softly, you barely caught it.

“What are you talking about?” you whispered.

“With that fucking Nikolai,” he huffed. You swore you could hear the pout.

“Nick- what?” you decided to look at him.

He was staring at the paused computer screen, arms crossed, eyebrows drawn together, and of course- pouting.

“Yeah, him and his accent, and his stupid kiss, and his stupid hair,” he grumbled.

“Hair?” you smiled.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Or what you thought was happening.

“All wavy and golden,” he continued, “It would have made anyone jealous. That’s why I said all those hurtful things to you. It doesn’t justify it, but it just triggered me, okay?”

“So does that mean,” you smiled wider, “That you have feelings for me?”

“Duh,” he rolled his eyes, still avoiding contact with yours.

“Really? You’re not just saying that out of pity?”

He then looked at you incredulously. “Pity? No! Fuck you, I’ve been in love with you since forever.”

“How long?” you questioned, your heart thumping at his confession.

“I don’t know,” he looked away again, “Since I got back? Before I died? I don’t know okay? I’ve just always been drawn to you or some shit.”

You didn’t know what to say.

You were just so unbelievably ecstatic, that you were speechless.

“What about you?” he asked, “You like me too, right? Coz if you don’t, it means I’ve made a complete fool outta myself, and I’ll just go and crawl back into my coffin.”

“I’ve been in love with you since you died,” you admitted, “Actually, since you saved me from those guys in the alley. But I just never knew that I truly loved you until you were gone.”

He looked at you now, all signs of nervousness finally gone. He uncrossed his arms and put his hand on yours.

“Really?” he croaked, emotion flooding into his hopeful voice of relief, “That long?”

“Yes, that long!” you complained.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I said, I only realised when you died.”

“But what about after? It’s been years since I came back,” he pointed out.

“I was afraid, okay?” you sighed exasperatedly, “I was afraid it would ruin whatever we have. I still am. Even if you like me back, what if it doesn’t work out? Then we’ll just end up awkward, and we lose this real great thing we already have.”

“Princess,” he said sternly, tilting your chin upwards to pierce your eyes with his gaze, “I would rather take the fucking crowbar again than lose you.”

You were taken aback by his words. You never thought that Jason was the romantic type who was a smooth talker, which made you believe how genuine he was.

You weren’t too close before, but somehow the two of you had naturally inched closer that his lips were now a hair’s breadth away from yours. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and feel this fucking pull that tugged at your chest.

You were ready.

Fuck, you were ready for his kiss that you’ve daydreamed and fantasized about for years.

“I didn’t say anything because I stupidly thought you were Dick’s,” he breathed.

The mention of Dick made you suck in a breath, and your eyes fluttered away in guilt.

“What?” he tilted his head.

“Nothing,” you shook yours, attempting to gain back the intimate moment, “I’ll tell you some other time. Can you kiss me now? I’ve been waiting for so long and I don’t think I can-”

“Is it about Dick?” he pulled back and frowned.

“Well, yes,” you admitted, “But I don’t want to talk about that now. I’ll tell you later.”

“If it’s about Dick I want to know,” he insisted, “Was I right? Were you his?”

“I’m nobody’s Jason, I’m not a thing,” you rolled your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” he growled.

You sighed.

“Fine,” you conceded, “We… slept together.”

Jason’s jaw clenched.

“We weren’t together,” you hurriedly clarified, “We were just having sex. For fun, or as a distraction. We’re still just best friends.”

“Best friends don’t sleep together,” he grit.

“Everyone’s relationship is different,” you argued, “But like I said, it was just casual sex. Nothing more.”

“Okay, okay,” he gave in, pinching the bridge of his nose, “This was all in the past, right?”

“Yes, technically,” you cringed.

“Past as in, years ago?” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“I wouldn’t say years...”

“When was the last time?” he demanded after noticing your expression.

“Does it matter, Jason? I mean, now that I know how you feel, I’m obviously not going to-”

“When. Was. The. Last. Time?” he hissed.

You were silent for a whole ten seconds before squeaking out a small, “Last night?”

You could see in his eyes that he snapped. The pure anger was unmistakable. Yet, he didn’t act out like you thought he would. No yelling, no wall punching.

Instead, he let out a calm but deadly “I’m going to murder him” and then got up from your bed.

“Jason, come on,” you tried to stop him, “Don’t tell me you expected me to wait for you when I didn’t even know how you felt. I didn’t just sleep with Dick in the past. I’ve had ex boyfriends as well!”

“It’s not about that!” he shouted before taking a deep breath to calm himself down, “It’s not about that. It’s about Dick. When it’s Dick, it becomes personal.”

“But why?” you demanded, “You were okay if it happened years ago. Why is the timing so important?”

He looked at you and blinked.

Then, he left the room with a speed you only saw when he was fighting.

“Jason!” you went after him. You saw him knocking furiously on Dick’s door opposite of his own.

“Grayson!” he shouted, “Open the fucking door you two faced scumbag!”

“Jason, calm down!” you hushed.

You heard the door unlock and open.

But before you could even see Dick’s face, Jason had forced his way in and punched him straight in the nose, causing him to stumble backwards.

“What the fuck?!” Dick exclaimed, holding his nose with one hand. You could see drops of blood trickle down his chin and stained his t-shirt. “You broke my nose!”

Dick made a move to retaliate, but Jason roared out first. “You knew! You fucking knew, and you went behind my back!”

You were going to come between Jason and Dick, but Jason’s words made you stop in your tracks.

“Wh- what the fuck are you talking about?” Dick glared daggers at Jason, yet didn’t move to fight back.

“You knew how I felt about her,” Jason’s voice broke, “And you knew how she felt about me. I understand if you wanted us to figure it out ourselves- but to fucking sleep with her?!”

“Jason,” Dick began, his eyes wide in realisation.

“You’re a fucking joke, Dick,” Jason sneered, “You go around acting like a fucking mother hen, spewing bullshit about how we’re family, but what kind of a brother does this?”

“I’m sorry,” Dick apologized, his eyes softening.

“Forget it,” Jason turned around, “You’re not my brother.”

He left.

You stood in silence, digesting what had happened. You looked at Dick, who was wiping the blood off his face with his shirt.

“You want to punch me, too?” he gave you a humorless chuckle.

“Is it true?” you asked softly.

“He didn’t tell me,” Dick explained, “But I knew.”

“How?”

“Sweetheart, I read people. It’s part of my job,” he stated.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you questioned, “Why did you agree to sleep with me?”

“I was selfish,” he simply said, “When you came to me that night, well. I just wanted you to myself, even if it was temporary.”

You looked at him with sadness and disappointment.

“I’m guessing you hate me now,” Dick assumed, “It’s understandable. This was going to happen sooner or later.”

“I could never hate you, Dick,” you smiled sadly, “You’re my best friend. Nothing will change that.”

“But?”

“But I’m just- I don’t know,” you struggled to find the words, “I mean I was the one who begged you for it, so I can’t fully blame you either. Yet, I’m still really angry at you for doing that to him. He’s right. That’s not what a brother would do.”

“I know,” Dick sighed, “I’m a shit brother.”

“You’re a dick, Dick,” you pointed out, “I’m going to look for Jason.”

“There’s no point,” he said, “He probably took off.”

“What?”

“That’s what he does when he’s angry,” Dick explained, “He goes on patrol and beats people up.”

“And Bruce is okay with that?”

“He stops before going too far,” Dick added.

“Fine then,” you groaned, “I’ll wait up for him downstairs. Let him know if you see him.”

“Seriously?” he laughed. “I’m the last person he wants to hear from now.”

“I’ll leave him a text,” you stated.

You went down to the living room and cuddled up on the sofa, flicking through the channels on the large flat screen TV before settling for a nature documentary.

You zoned out to the sounds of the deep ocean and David Attenborough’s voice in the background. Before you knew it, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

***

Something felt off.

You weren’t on the sofa anymore. You were against something hard and warm- and moving. You struggled to open your eyes, only to see the underside of Jason’s face.

“I can see your nose hair,” you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck while he carried you bridal style up the stairs.

“I don’t have any nose hair,” he pouted.

“Everyone has nose hair, Jay,” you argued playfully.

“Not me. You can call me Hairless Nose Jason,” he smirked.

You noticed that he was still wearing his Red Hood outfit, sans leather jacket, helmet, and gloves. His messy hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat. He finally reached your room and you helped him with the door knob. He set you gently on the bed before turning to leave.

“Wait,” you reached for his arm, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I got your text,” he ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up even more, “We can talk tomorrow. You go to bed. It’s late.”

“No, I want to talk to you now,” you whined, “Come sit here.”

“I’m sweaty and dirty,” he reminded you, “I need a shower.”

“Shower later,” you dismissed, “Please?”

You gave him your best puppy dog eye you learned from Dick.

“Okay, fine,” he conceded. He took off his boots and climbed into bed next to you, leaning against the pillows and stretching his legs, just like how he was hours ago when he was watching thrillers with you. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I just wanted to explain what happened,” you told him.

“Okay, then. Explain.”

“That night when we were at the bar, and I left early? You already know why, right?” you began, “I was just really heartbroken. I was crying all the way back in the car-”

“I’m sorry,” he cut you off, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“I know you didn’t,” you shook your head, “You couldn’t have known. But I did just feel so fucking horrible that night, and, well, I went to Dick.”

You glanced at him. He was looking into space in front, but you saw his jaw clench.

“I asked him- begged him more like- to sleep with me,” you continued, “I just needed to try to forget about you, so I asked Dick to distract me. That’s how it started. It was supposed to be a one time thing, but it became more than one occasion. I’m not defending him or anything, but I just wanted you to know that it’s not entirely his fault. He wanted to help me.”

He kept quiet, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. He didn’t look like he was going to say anything, so you decided to break the silence.

“I just thought that, if you wanted, maybe we could start over?” you tried, “I’ve been pining over you for so fucking long, Jason. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not just jump your bones?”

You saw the corner of his lips twitch upward.

“Especially when you work out, gosh, I’d find any excuse to just sit there and watch, you know? And I’m there thinking to myself what your sweat would taste like.”

He was smiling now, a blush forming in his cheeks.

“Remember that one time I accidentally walked in on you changing into your trunks in the pool shed? That was spank bank material for like weeks-”

“Okay, okay” he laughed, “I get it. God, you’re so fucking lewd.”

He looked at you endearingly, coming closer.

“You know,” you went on, “Usually when two people confess their love for each other, they end up kissing. But we? We haven’t kissed yet. So could you do a girl a favour and- mmppf!”

He shut your ramblings up by suddenly crashing his lips against yours.

Finally.

You could finally feel his lips. Though they felt chapped and rough against your own, he was a good fucking kisser.

The depth of his kiss sent shooting heat to your belly, the way he massaged your lips and prodded his tongue to enter your mouth made you whimper.

But then he broke off the kiss.

“Wait, I just really needed to ask you something. That night when you said you had a nightmare and I came to your room, was Dick there?” he brought up.

“Yeah?” you answered sheepishly.

“So when I was at your door, he was…?”

“I made him hide in my bathroom,” you answered.

“Oh,” he frowned.

“Comere, Jay,” you pulled him by the neck for another kiss.

This time, it got heated. The two of you were fighting to taste each other, to memorize your mouths with your tongues. You climbed on top of him and straddled his lap without breaking it off.

But then, he broke off the kiss again.

“Wait a second,” he realised.

“Jason,” you whined, “Not now.”

“No, no, I’m pretty fucking sure I heard you shout my name the other night, which is why I came running to you. I thought you needed my help,” he recalled, “But why would you call out my name when you were with Dick?”

He looked up at you with his curious, bright blue eyes, searching for an answer. You felt yourself start to blush in embarrassment.

“I’ll tell you some other time,” you forced a smile.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Ugh, okay, fine!” you gave in, “Dick.. he does this really good voice impressions, okay? So he, uh, well, he did this really good one of you.”

“He impersonated my voice?” he said perplexed.

“Yeah, and it was really good. It sounded like you were actually talking to me. Down to the accent.”

“What accent?” he asked.

“Your accent, Jay,” you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, I don’t have an accent,” he grumbled, “But what does that have to do with- oh.”

His eyes widen in realisation.

“Did Dick fucking roleplay as me?” he blurted.

“I wouldn’t call it roleplay,” you answered in a small voice.

“Then what was it?”

“He was just… fingering me while… talking to me in your voice…” you trailed off.

Jason simply blinked at you.

“He wanted to steal your helmet, too but I didn’t let him,” you added.

“So you came to Dick pretending to be me? You called out my name when you came?”

You nodded slowly, looking down at your thumbs.

“Holy shit,” he chuckled, “That’s kinda fucked up. I’m flattered, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t believe you made Dick pretend to be me.”

“I didn’t make him!” you huffed defensively, “He insisted!”

“It was Dick’s idea?” he gasped.

“Yeah, and I told him how wrong it was and how I couldn’t expect him to do something like that for me, but he just continued, and uh, I just indulged,” you finished.

You looked down at Jason then, seeing his expression slowly change from surprise to a darker, sinister smirk.

Without warning, he flipped you over so that he was on top of you, his body trapping yours against the bed, his arms pinning your wrists above your head, his knee between your thighs.

“Well then, princess, let me tell you something,” he purred, “You have the real thing right here, and everyone knows that the real thing is much better than some cheap knockoff.”

He then shoved his tongue into your slightly open mouth, deeply thrusting it back and forth while he grinded against your core with his knees according to the same rhythm. He took a hand from your wrist and dipped beneath your t-shirt, dragging it up your waist to your ribs, to push up your bra and squeeze your breast.

“Though,” he added, “I hate the fact that Dick has touched you this way.”

“Then you just need to overwrite it with your own touches, Jay,” you suggested.

“Hmm. Keep your hands up here,” he whispered and proceeded to take off your bra, revealing your tits to him beneath your shirt that was hiked up.

“Beautiful,” he commented before going down and suckling a nipple into his mouth.

“Jason,” you moaned at the sensation of his wet and warm mouth.

He stopped and took in your other nipple, then started trailing wet opened mouth kisses and licks and nips down your body, dipping his tongue in your navel, pausing above the waistband of your pyjama pants.

Oh, he was so good at teasing you.

He just rested his forehead on your pubic bone, panting hot breaths you could almost feel through the cloth while his hands rubbed up and down your thighs. He then hooked his hands below your knees and pushed them upwards.

Only then did he go lower and started mouthing at your centre through your pants.

“Jason, please,” you whispered.

“Please what, princess?” he teased before nipping at your covered clit with his canines.

“Fuck!” you gasped, “Please stop teasing me.”

He chuckled and straightened up, and then grabbed your waistband and pulled your pants off along with your panties in one swift motion.

Without even warning you, he spread your thighs once more by holding your legs up by the knees and dived in to start eating you out.

“Oh, holy shit!” you moaned at the feeling of his warm wet tongue licking long and hard stripes through your lips.

You wanted so much to run your hands into his hair and pull and tug, but you kept them where they were, like he asked you to.

He then attacked your clit with his tongue and lips, alternating with sucking and licking.

It hadn’t even been a couple of minutes and you already felt your orgasm coming soon from the assault of his mouth.

“Fuck, Jason, don’t stop, fuck!” you cried as he just licked you faster and faster.

You came in waves of heat, your thighs squeezing his head.

You looked down and saw him looking up at you with a boyish grin, the lower half of his face wet from your slick and his own saliva. He came up to rest his forehead against yours and kissed you. You could taste your own juices on his tongue, and hell did that turn you on even more.

“I want you,” he demanded, “And I want you to make noise tonight.”

He straightened up to take off his clothes. You stared in awe at his naked body above you, how he looked like he was a greek god cut from fucking marble.

Those statues had flaccid and smaller penises, though, which was the opposite of what Jason had.

What Jason had was a beast, and that time when you accidentally saw him changing into his trunks that fueled your fantasies of him was just a small portion of his true potential.

His hard and leaking cock looked like it would stretch you deliciously.

He positioned himself on top of you, his body hovering over you while his forearms that supported his weight were next to both your ears. He reached down to align himself at your opening, and then pushed in slowly.

Both of you groaned together in pleasure. You felt the stretch you anticipated, and the familiarity of being filled.

Though this wasn’t your first time, it felt like a whole different experience because it was with Jason. It was Jason’s hot breaths against your skin, it was Jason’s sweat dripping down from his forehead to yours, it was Jason’s cock inside you.

“Jay,” you swallowed hard, “Jason.”

He started moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you, constantly hitting your deep spot that made you see stars every time he bumped against it.

“Louder,” he growled as he quickened his pace, sounds of skin slapping skin now filling the room, “I want him to hear what I do to you.”

Fuck, he was possessive, and it made your pussy clench.

“Argh,” he groaned.

“Jay,” you moaned wantonly, “Oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Your cries were getting louder the faster and harder he went, and he wasn’t quiet either.

No, you found out that night that Jason was loud in bed, and you fucking loved how he didn’t hold back.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, “Say my name. Say who’s making you feel good tonight. I want to hear that sound ringing in my ears for days. Hell, I want him to hear that sound for days knowing he can’t have you no more.”

“Jason!” you cried out loud, “Jason, fuck!”

“Fuck yeah, your pussy feels so good,” he choked, “So fucking good for me, princess.”

You couldn’t respond with words, so you just kept on mewling and whining in response to his hard pounds.

“I want to come, baby, and I want to come all over you,” he whispered in your ear, “I want to rub my cum into your skin, wherever he touched you. You want that, princess?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, feeling the tightness in your belly getting closer and closer to springing.

“Tell me, baby,” he husked, “Tell me you want my cum.”

“I want your cum, Jason!” you cried.

“Where do you want it?”

“All over me!” you pleaded, “Please, I want it all over me! I want you to rub your cum into my skin, I need, Jason, please!”

You were dangling at the edge of your plateau then, and all it took was one last-

“Fuck!” Jason groaned, and snapped his hips against yours, and you squeezed your eyes shut and you came, waves and waves of pleasure and heat spread across your body, causing you to tense up and twitch and writhe beneath him.

You felt a burst of warm liquid spill across your belly, on your tits, and even on your face, some dripping to your lips.

You opened your eyes to see Jason had straightened up on his knees, staring intensely at you, his mouth open slightly to accommodate his heavy breaths.

“What?” you asked, fatigue leaking into your voice.

“You look so beautiful with my cum on your tits and face,” he smirked.

You smirked back and darted out your tongue to catch the cum left dripping on your lips while taking your hands and spreading whatever was left on your breasts, rubbing it in circles into your skin. You explored down to your abdomen and scooped up his cum, bringing your fingers to your mouth and licked them clean.

He tasted salty, and bitter, but still so fucking good.

“Holy shit, you have a cum fetish,” he stared in awe.

“Only trying to help you mark what’s yours, Jay,” you giggled.

He smiled and collapsed next to you, staring at the ceiling. “I want to have sex with you, like all the time.”

“No complaints here,” you laughed, “Fuck, I think I was really loud. Do you think they all heard us?”

“What, you didn’t hear Damian shouting and telling us to shut up?” he raised an eyebrow.

“What?!” you sat up in horror, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he looked at you smugly, “It was right before you told me you wanted my cum.”

“Oh, god, no,” you hid your face in your hands, “How am I going to face them tomorrow?”

“With fucking pride, princess,” he grinned.

You laid back down on the bed, feeling the mortifying embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s fine,” he scooted over to you and kissed you on the forehead, “It’s not like Damian doesn’t know about sex, and it’s not like Tim is so quiet either.”

“What?”

“You mean you’ve never heard Tim during his happy sessions?” he gasped, “Lucky you. Made me shudder, but I give him shit for it all the time. So it’s okay, see? Even Dick, he-”

Jason stopped his sentence midway at the mention of Dick.

“Anyway, everyone is going to make fun of us, but that’s because they’re jealous they’re not getting any,” he reassured you, “Except Damian, he’s still at that age where he hates girls.”

“If you say so,” you doubted.

“I’ll punch them if they make fun of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled, and rolled over to face him, “I’m going to shower. I’m covered in your spunk.”

“Well, I needed a shower ever since I got back,” he propped himself up with his elbows, “Your shower open for service?”

He grinned at you.

You grinned back.

The two of you head to your bathroom.

#Jason Todd x Reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd reader insert #Dick Grayson x Reader #Dick grayson reader insert #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #dc #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #dceu #dc comics

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Oh boy have I not watched Psi for a long time, oh man have I missed out on Some Stuff (I’ve only heard the names of like three Digimon mentioned but oh man did those names alone come with Some Package)

Let’s watch episodes 25-31 then and catch up!

So just to recap, last time Agumon evolved to Mugendramon, fucked some shit up because Taichi totally 100% legit died, temporary evolved to WarGreymon I think (I can’t remember man lmao) and beat the shit outta DoneDevimon

25! Dive to the Next Ocean!

Uhhh who the fuck yeeted ElDoradimon into the sky

This is so bad

They should die so hard

OHHH CLOUD CONTINENT IS IN THE SKYYY YESSS I LOVE THAT

Have I mentioned how much I love seeing the kids interact with their non-partner Digimon (and vice versa)? Because I do, I love this a lot (even if it ain’t much)

Ohhh Mugendramon was so sexy... I wanna rewatch episode 24 but I really need to catch up on this first

ElDoradimon’s gonna die from that fall, right? His joints are gonna get pulverized

Zurumon! :D I love these lemon jelly goops

HIKARI!!!!!! Baby!!

I wish Taichi and co would be like, trying to even think about how they’re gonna survive the fall- like I know Leomon saved them but they couldn’t like plan to just Get Saved, IDK it’s kinda off-putting how they’re so calm

Leomon to the rescue tho! Finally!

Patamon is so chumby, v good

Holy shit Leomon punches HARD, a single punch just straightened out ElDoradimon in one go, holy fuck

Finally they’re worried about dying from the fall

What happened to the Agu and Gabu being too exhausted to fight (I’m sorry this is just a massive pet peeve for me, ‘esp cause there’s like no reprecussions for the Digimon for pushing themselves here)

(Like it’d be one thing if they managed to evolve out of desperation but this ended up being like bad for them and force them to take longer rests later or IDK kill them, but when you’re just like “I’m too tired to fight- oh wait my friend is slightly in more danger now than before, I guess I can fight again”)

(This is an issue with most MotW shows and even some shounen series (I’m looking at you Bleach) so it’s not unique to Psi, p sure Adventure had this issue to some degree too, but still man, it’s a massive pet peeve and bothers me so much)

26! Break through the sea monster barricade!

God I love that the Cloud Continent is actually in the sky

Quality content (slightly cursed maybe)

Seadramon! Honestly I really love Seadramon?? Like it’s such a simple, minimalistic design but... IDK man I love Seadramon, it’s such a cool Digimon

OH SHIT IT EVOLVED! :O

I’m sorry I am just so not interested in the real world crisis (in the show), it’s... I’m sorry it’s so Mundane and I’m here for the Fantastical

WARUSEADRAMON! THE SLIGHTLY MORE GOTH SEADRAMON!! YEAAHHHHH

God I wish Psi just had perma-evolution, so many of my issues would be solved with perma-evolution

Aweeee yeah, MegaSeadramon’s here too, now we got both of them, yeeeeee

I love how Hikari is just quietly judging the other kids

Y’all okay with talking about Taichi being in a different world right in front of Hikari? I mean She Knows Things and they all just got taken to back to that world but still like, should you try to be more inconspicuous maybe

Oh my god how many times have they used that clip of Falcomon throwing bombs in this episode- four? That’s a lot yo

Taichi’s gonna get vored again, press F for him

The water is so deep how is Zudomon standing- oh I need to stop asking these things

HIKARIIIIII SHE’S HEEEREEE YEEEEEE

27! To the New Continent!

"Hikari, who called you?” “I don’t know :)” Honey that is so ominous I love you

AGUMON COMFORTING HIKARI AAAAAA I LOVE THAAAT

YESSSSS I LOVE THIS

This image has heavy Digimon Kaiser energy in it

I love how Psi!Jyou is like a try-hard in trying to help (while OG!Jyou was always struggling with figuring out what the right thing to do was etc)

Is... is the enemy a Tortamon? Oh yeah it’s Tortamons

OH WOW THERE’S A LOT OF THEM

OH SHIT IT’S AN GROUNDDRAMON! OH GOD THIS IS GRUESOME

Ikkakumon’s gonna get vored, F

You know I never thought Grounddramon would be so chomby based on the Bandai art but I guess Groundramon’s a real chomper

“Everyone, give Angewomon your power!”

GIGA DESTROYER AAAAAAAAAA

OH IT’S THE BASTARD!! DARK KNIGHTMON!!! THE SEXY BASTARD!! The one I’ve heard an interesting theory about... But I ain’t saying anything fornow

PATAMON EVOLVES??? (On command which is kinda bs)

ANGEMOOOOOON YEAAAAAHHHHHH

NEW ENDING TOO, YAY

Ohhh this ending has such nice, soft but jolly energy c: Also yay Tailmon

28! The Children’s Fight for Survival!

BTW Patamon with angel wings was a lowkey hilarious visual, 10/10 would laugh again

Still don’t like how we just got Angemon on demand like that

Oh yeah, out-of-context I heard a theory that DarkKnightmon is Tailmon and hearing Dark Knightmon’s voice, yeah I can see that (not to mention their facination with Hikari)

Oh man those are some Big Wings

Whu happen, did the kids get yeeted back to the Human World?? Oh no they’re still here

I bet Angemon’s dead again lmao

LMFAO JYOU FINALLY GETS TO CATCH A BREAK--

NANIMON NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oh Patamon’s okay- REALLY TIRED (thank you Psi) but okay

I NEVER DISLIKED NANIMON UNTIL THIS VERY MOMENT

I AM SO UNCOMFORTABLE

PLEASE GO AT LEAST 500 METERS FURTHER AWAY FROM JYOU, PLEASE

Hikari being worried for MetalGreymon ;__;

Aweee yeah HIkari’s special Evolution Powers are still here! GET ‘IM WARGREYMON!!

Whoop Hikari got spirited away, F (she’ll be fine, SkullKnightmon ain’t gonna do shit to her, I’m sure)

Hikari volunteered to go... ;_;

29! Escape the Burning Jungle!

THERE’S MORE OF THEM

I mean at least they’re all just chillin’ and enjoying the bath instead of just staring at Jyou. I’ll considder that an improvement

YEAHHHH MEGADRAMONS!!

Ooooo a single lil Lopmon, I wonder if this will be an important character later

I like Woodmon, Woodmon are cool and chill

YEAH, DEFEND THE SMALL AND INNOCENT!

WOODMON NOOOOOOO ;A;

NOOOOOO A BUDMON DIED!!! NOT THE BABIES!!!

What do you mean MetalGreymon hurt when the tiny Allomon bit him ON HIS METAL ARM

I- I need to stay quiet or else I’m gonna end up with too many questions. I mean I already have too many but the less I question it the better

Woodmon, Budmon, I love your energy, please aim for Tankdramon’s eye, you could blind that fucker with ease

PARROTMON?!

30! WARGREYMON AAAAAAA

Man I have been quiet through this entire episode so far lmao

ANYWAY CROSSMON! HELL YEAH have we seen Crossmon animated before?

GIGA DESTROYER AAAAAAAAAAA anyways I think this is the first tme we’re seeing Crossmon animated (unless my memory is garbage, which it might just be)

Aaaand Taichi is dead

OH, HIS CREST IS THERE

WHAT’S THIS

Agumon....... I love you..........

Man this animator is making Crossmon look vaguely too humanoid for my taste.... And MetalGreymon’s super fucking jacked yo

NEW SONG YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

OH THAT’S SOME SEXY SEXY ANIMATION

OH WARGREYMON’S HUUUGE BRO

HOLY FUCK GAIA FORCE ANNIHILATED ALL OF THEM (but didn’t cause any environmental damage? Handy!)

Lopmon’s totally like Cherubimon or something, right? Reborn Cherubimon, right?

31. MILLENNIUMON

HERE IT IS, THE HEAVY PACKAGE I MENTIONED, THE EPISODE TITLE THAT MADE PEOPLE LOSE THEIR MINDS WHEN IT GOT ANNOUNCED

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING PSIIIII where the fuck are you going yoooooo

God WarGreymon’s so fucking big holy shit

OH YEAH LOPMON’S TOTALLY LIKE CHERUBIMON OR SOMETHING (I mean it’s not a plottwist by anymeans lmao)

LMAO Skull Knightmon looked away when Hikari noticed them looking at her lmao tsundere ass fucker

Wait the temple was also on Cloud Continent??? Like that whole area was still a part of Cloud Continent?????????? The geography of this world confuses me yo

BAKEMON!!! THERE’S BAKEMON!!! I LOVE BAKEMON SO MUCH!!! GIMME THE GHOSTIES!!!

NOOO MILLE WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY BAKEMON BABIES!! FUCK YOU LEAVE MY GHOST BUDDIES ALONE

YESSSS CHERUBIMON

OH IT WAS MILLE WHO STARTED THIS ENTIRE FUCKING MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE, HUH

WAIT FUCK MILLE IS BEHIND THE ENTIRE BS IN PSI

...AGUMON CAN EVOLVE TO MUGENDRAMON, WHO IS LIKE, KEY COMPONENT #1 TO MILLE

OH GOD WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

AGUMON EVOLVING TO MUGENDRAMON WASN’T JUST A CUTE REFERENCE TO THE DARK MASTERS, IS THERE GONNA BE THING WHERE AGUMON IS USED TO RECREATE MILLENIUMON??? (And they have to get Agumon Out Of There like they had to extract Tailmon (and Meicoomon until they gave up) out of Ordinemon in tri.???)

ANGEWOMON!!! THERE SHE IS!!

PSI SAYS OFANIMON RIGHTS

Oooo we’re on Eternal/Mugen Continent... Oooo :oc

I like how Sora is the Dedicated Character who will be there when we get like Backstory lmao

METALFANTOMON?! :O YEEAAAHHHH (Ngl when I saw the pink scythe for a moment I was hoping for Jokermon.......)

Oh wow that’s a lot of MetalFantomons

Man Kabuterimon sure is flying quietly (I mean adding the flying sound effect probbaly wouldn’t add much here but... It’s so quiet)

OH SHIT WE’RE GOING TO ULTIMATE ALREADY

I am gonna say, because Psi is constantly moving, like there’s constantly an oncoming threat and the characters never get to take a fucking break (that’s longer than 5 minutes), it just... Because there’s no contrast between danger and peace, it makes the non-stop danger feel far less dangerous imo

DOGGO DIGIMON!!

KOMONDOMON!!

OH SKULL KNIGHTMON HAS MILLE

OH FUCK DUDE

There is one more episode out but sadly I can’t watch it yet because region lock. I do know there’s an interesting, familiar face in there tho and I’m excited for that!

I... I... I can’t believe he actually said that...

“They’re cool pants!” KOUSHIROU LMAO

Anyways, episode preview!

Aaaand nothing of value was seen there. I mean I do know what Patamon probably evolves into because I do follow the Digimon Twitter so like, I saw the relevant art they shared but ye

Anyways a lot of these episodes were dull as usual, I didn’t feel like I missed out on much tbh aside from the sexy animation and the lore

This really drives it home to me how not having a villian of somekind just constantly present and active really makes a story so much more flat for me... Like I ain’t gonna argue Devimon or MetalSeadramon were interesting villians, but even just seeing them planning their next moves outloud and talking to their minions drove home what kind of people they were, and they weren’t even the most Packed-With-Personality villians in Adventure. And while SkullKnightmon is there... they’re just kinda standing around. I don’t know much about them really and it makes me sad

(Look I’m sorry I’m a filthy villian-stan and not having interesting villians to stan makes me sad)

Anyways, as always, I am definitely looking forward to whatever the fuck Psi is planning on doing because 1. Holy Shit It’s Milleniummon and 2. Holy fuck we got WarGreymon and it’s only episode 31, what the fuck are they planning on doing with the rest of the series and indeed 3. Patamon evolves into what

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“Our Last Game...”

Stray Kids Lee Know (Minho)/Reader __ HIGH SCHOOL AU

(a/n: lmao I am NOT good with TITLES- forgive me bois)

Genre: fluff (’cause my heart can’t handle angst)

Word Count: 7.5K

"God, why am I this stupid?"

He asks himself as he struggled opening the door of his house. He was your cute neighbor and schoolmate. He scratched the back of his head as he tries kicking his front door down.

"Minho?"

You wondered why he looked like he was struggling while opening his own house's door. Did he just... lock himself out of his own house? You were too embarrassed to even talk to him or make eye contact with this handsome dude.

"Not today, Y/N."

You told yourself before rapidly and awkwardly walking towards your house. You felt pressured and you don't even know why you feel like it. Then, he notice you and your oddly fast awkward walking.

"Hey, Y/N!"

Well, how can he know your name when you're in different sections? You're caught by your crush, Minho, and you feel like you're going to faint if he ever comes closer to you. He, then, approaches you with a smile and also... the light blush on his cheeks.

"Hi? How are you?" "So... We're neighbors, right? I kinda need your help..." "Sure, what's up?" "I locked myself out of my house and I don't even know where my keys are..."

Minho shyly says with an awkward smile, his blush growing deeper. Wow, isn't the universe just playing with your feelings now? You can't even look at him!

He's way too handsome for your eyes to see.

"Well... I don't know but we can call your parents, right?" "... I actually can but there's a higher chance that they will not appear on time. They're like hours away from here. I actually don't know what to do now." "I don't know what to do, too... Let's try to think about doing something until one of us makes a decision-" "Actually, I have a better idea."

Minho smiles as he excitedly says,

"Come with me and help me with my homework before Mom comes back!"

Minho sits on the steps in front of his door with a smile on his face. You found this situation odd. If he can call his parents, then his parent can at least know what was happening? Yet, he wants to finish his homework with you.

But really, what's the point of declining his offer? He's literally your crush.

"What's your homework about?" "Well, uh... It's about Math and-" "Oh, no. I'm not really good at Math." "... Well, fuck. What do we do now?"

Minho asks, his frustration coming out through his words. You were surprised because of it. Minho cursing? You've never heard of that before and now you just did. You wondered if Minho was ever aware of how attractive he is.

"Uhh..." "... Oh? Oh, sorry for my bad mouth... I'm dumb sometimes..." "... Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, what's up?" "How did you know my name? Yeah, I know we're going to the same school but you're like... pretty freaking popular?" "... I'm popular? You may have mistaken that-" "Minho, every student talks about you in every section..."

You said with a slight frown. Minho was confused, he never really had a lot of friends like the popular ones and he was never really in a friend group. He tilted his head and frowned back.

"Well, why though?-" "They call you handsome and talented... Stuff like that?" "... Oh, I see. It's because I dance, isn't it?" "Definitely." "... Well, I knew you when I accidentally spilled coke on your shirt during the sports thing-" "Wait... That was you?!" "Yes! Also, you're my neighbor, I see you around this block a lot and my parents talk to your parents sometimes. Mom would also usually tell me to try and make friends with you but I'm too dumb."

You both awkwardly laughed. This was like the feeling when your first boyfriend asked you out for prom. Sadly, that ex moved to a different country and got a different girl now.

Now, it's like it's the same thing but different.

"Well, since now I told you about it... It just makes me think how clumsy I am? I'm a dancer, I'm not supposed to be clumsy!-" "Do you fall on the floor when you dance?" "... No?" "Good because I fell on the floor and hit my left cheek during my first ever try-outs in volleyball in like... seventh grade, Minho..." "Wait, you were the one I brought to the clinic?!" "You're the one who brought me to the clinic?!"

You both laughed once again, both of you more comfortable. When you looked into each others eyes, you felt breathless. One thing you didn't know is that he felt breathless, too.

"S-So, uhh... Let's listen to some music? I have a bomb ass playlist that you might like..." "I'm more into chill but sure!" "... Actually, I'm really sorry for the coke spilling incident. You had to play all sports with a different shirt and seeing you wearing a black shirt out of all the players wearing white ones made me feel uneasy." "It's alright, Minho. At least I was wearing one of the varsity shirts."

You smiled and he was feeling breathless once again. To distract himself, he opens his bag wider and gets his phone from it. He pulls out one of his bluetooth earbuds and wipes it with alcohol before handing it to you.

"Shall we listen? You know, I have plenty of chill songs for slow and dramatic choreography. You can listen to that if you want." "I can listen to anything you want to listen to. My music taste is pretty diverse."

You replied while giving him a smirk jokingly. Minho smiled and played the song. Apparently, the song is called District 9 and you felt like there was straight up rave in your ears.

You loved the song even though it's not "chill".

"Well... That's just really cool, Minho!" "I told you... My playlist is the bomb." "I guess you're just as cool as your playlist-" "You're awesome, Y/N. I really have no words..."

Why did he call you awesome when the two of you just interacted today?

"I'm awesome? Don't you-" "Yeah... Wait, do you think I talk to girls?" "... Duh? Literally, everyone in my class talks about you smiling at them-" "Well, I only smile but I don't talk! You're probably the only girl I talked to... Oh! And the female teachers because I usually get in trouble..." "... What trouble?" "Misplacing my homeworks because I don't really get enough sleep." "Oh... Well, then. At least it's not too bad? I usually miss my assignments when I have upcoming... games and such?" "Wow, you're such a jock."

Minho jokingly scoffs as you have him a small smile. The two of you looked up to see the sky as you both noticed that the clouds started turning grey. It was about to rain and the two of you might get sick if you don't go under a roof.

"Looks like it's about to rain... We should go somewhere, Minho." "I don't even get why I'm stuck outside but sure, let's go somewhere else..."

You guessed that the universe is giving you a chance to talk to him longer and you just had to do it.

"We can go at my place if you want? Unless, you wanna get sick-" "Sure! I'll go with you... Are your parents home?" "No one's at home... No boys allowed upstairs, Minho-" "I KNOW THAT!"

Minho whines as both of you went together to your house before it finally starts raining. You and Minho sat beside each other on your couch as you turned on the TV. Minho looks at you with such judgement.

"What?" "... You still watch TV shows ON THE TV?" "... Yes? So?" "So?! Well, Y/N. That's just so unusual! Everyone literally watches shows and dramas using their laptops-" "So, you're telling me that taking care of my eyes is unusual?" "... Oh... I didn't think of that."

Minho awkwardly admits as the two of you laughed once again. Before interacting with Minho, you always thought that he was such a cool guy and that he's always serious. Now that you interacted with Minho, he's actually an awkward dork who's very nice and very talented.

Now, your crush on him got even bigger.

"Well, I kinda have to ask something. Do you have a strong internet connection?" "My Wi-Fi is actually good enough... What are you gonna do with it?" "I have to email my dance coach that I can't send the choreography video tonight... I can send the video tomorrow, though. Wi-Fi password, please."

Minho says while raising both of his eyebrows, convincing you to give him the Wi-Fi password.

"Give me your phone-" "What? No!" "Do you want the Wi-Fi or what?" "Just give me a minute!"

Minho seemed suspicious. What was he hiding from you? If it was porn then you wouldn't really care about it.

"GIVE ME THE PHONE!" "NO!"

Minho loudly disagrees as you snatched his phone from his hand. The thing was his phone was already unlocked so it's easier for you to just enter the Wi-Fi password in the Settings app. Then, you noticed who was his wallpaper.

It was you.

"Uhh..." "I can explain... I purposely tried having subtle interactions with you... You're really cool and I love the way you play volleyball in the varsity. You're just cool and I'm a... I'm actually a big fan of you."

What? Did he really just say this to the person who has a crush on him? The universe really is giving you all the good luck right now!

Those embarrassing moments you had during important school events led to this?! It started from the moment you fell on the ground and hit your cheek during try-outs. The second one? When he "accidentally" spilled coke on your shirt. Now, when he actually locked himself out of his house.

"Oh, come on. Just say that you have a crush on me!"

You joked but he didn't smile or laugh. He snatches his phone from your hands and puts it on the kitchen counter. Yes, the two of you were in the kitchen now because of all the running.

"Yeah, I like you a lot... but please don't misunderstand the whole "locking myself out" situation. I literally did lock myself out because I'm dumb and awkward with literally everything." "... So, you really locked yourself out of your house?" "Yep... Sorry for the inconvenience, I guess..."

The silence that filled the room was your opportunity to tell him that you do have the biggest crush on him.

"I like you, too..." "... Wait, what?-" "Yeah, yeah. Mock me all you want, Minho. How can you not notice that I have a crush on you, too?" "I don't... I don't know? You didn't tell me anything, ma'am." "... Well, I've had a crush on you since I saw you compete in a dance battle for the sports event at school... You're also cool and you really know a lot of stuff. Plus! You're intelligent except for the Math homework..." "Yeah, I can't understand the Math homework at all... But, do you really think that... I'm cool?" "Well, yeah! Although, you looked pretty blunt when I see you came home earlier... Why is that?"

Minho sighs when you asked him that question.

"Well, that's because a lot of guys at school didn't really want to be friends with me." "How so? 'Cause you're much awesome than them?" "It's because all of their girlfriends were always talking about me and they want me to stay away from everyone at school basically-" "What the fuck? Thank god, I broke up with my ex." "... YOU HAVE AN EX?!

Minho was shocked, it was because he never had a girlfriend before in his whole life. He was too busy with academics and dancing that he just never had time for relationships. You, however, were also focused on doing your best at everything you can do well in.

It basically means that you can do everything amazingly because you're pretty much interested with doing every single activity.

You had a boyfriend because you both had "feelings" for each other at the time but as time goes by, both of you grew out of it.

"Why are you so surprised?! Every senior high school student probably has an ex?" "... I don't..." "... Wait, you don't?" "Yeah, I seriously don't..."

Then, silence filled the room once again. You felt your heart beating faster because of the awkward silence. Minho looks around before looking back at you.

Then, your awkward ass asked.

"Hey... What if we... try?" "... Try what?" "You know? Go out on a date sometime?" "... Isn't this already a date? Because it really feels like a date to me, Y/N."

He replied while gazing into your eyes, making you blush and look away.

"Well, then. Do you want to have a second date?" "Sure. Why would I say no to my crush?"

He answers again with this handsome smile. You literally squealed a little so that he wouldn't find you weird. The universe really loves giving you all the luck this time.

After a while, Minho showed that he really isn't that smooth. He literally squealed excitedly like how girls do after their crushes talk to them. You liked this side of Minho.

He really is cute.

Then, you remembered something.

"Don't you need the Wi-Fi password?" "Yeah, I do. Please type it..." "Look, if we ever start officially dating each other... then, I may have to give you my Wi-Fi password-" "Then, I may have to convince you into dating me because... you're just so cool and perfect." "Work hard on that, Minho."

Then, his phone rang. Minho's mother was calling him. Minho made this uneasy face before answering the call.

"Hey, Mom-" "Where are you?! It's past seven o'clock and you're not even home yet! The lights are turned off and the door is still closed-" "I got locked out, Mom! I couldn't find my keys-" "The spare keys were in the mailbox like I told you earlier!" "Why were the keys in the mailbox?!" "WE DON'T HAVE A MAILMAN! Minho, you better come home now. Where are you?" "... I'm at Y/N's-" "At Y/N's?! I'll be there, sweetie."

The way Minho's mother mood just changed that quick shocked Minho a lot. Your doorbell rang and the two of you were nervous. First of all, your parents don't know that you were alone with Minho in your house.

Second of all, you broke the "no boys allowed" rule.

You opened the door to see Mrs. Lee smiling at the two of you.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lee..." "Good evening to you, too. Did the two of you have fun together?"

You didn't know how to answer because you were nervous. That's literally your crush's mom talking to you. Minho notices that you couldn't answer so he answered instead.

"We became good friends, Mom..." "Well, that's great! Maybe we can have dinner together with your family next week, Y/N!"

His mother excitedly says as you sighed before smiling at her. You were really nervous.

"Of course, Mrs. Lee. We can have dinner with you..." "Thank you, dear! Well, Minho and I have to go home and eat dinner now. See you next week at our house!"

Minho's wrist was grabbed forcefully by his mother as he awkwardly waved a goodbye to you.

"Are you dating her now, Minho?-" "No, Mom!"

- SCHOOL : 5:30 PM -

"Look at her. She's so chubby and just so annoying to look at! Ugh..."

One of the cheerleaders started talking about you. Well, you weren't really insecure about yourself because you know that you're really good in sports. But sometimes, these girls are a bit too much.

"You know I can hear you, right?" "Yeah? And so?" "Man, don't test me. I work out."

Saying those words make you feel confident about yourself. So what if you're a bit chubby and a bit built? Everyone should be unique and these mean cheerleaders should know that a tiny waist is conventionally "sexy and fit".

"So, you're gonna play a game with the boys again? You're like a boy yourself, Y/N. That's why your boyfriend broke up with you. You're too manly!"

Now, that just hit you. It hit you differently and you can say that... it hurts. That specific insult hurt your feelings a lot.

Before you can even reply, you saw Minho running down the gym. He was warming up and exercising since he'll be competing in a dance contest that will be held in a different school. He was the dance representative of your school.

You also just finished training so that you could join the line up for the game in that same school Minho will compete in.

"Hey!" "Hi, Minho!"

The cheerleaders said in unison and you just felt like facepalming. They just made you feel ashamed of yourself and your body and now they're flirting with Minho because he said a "Hey!"? For clarification, that "Hey!" was meant for you.

"Uh... Hi to you, too? Anyways... Y/N, do you have an extra slot?" "You're talking to Y/N?!"

The one who humiliated you asked Minho, she couldn't believe that he's talking to you instead of them. Again, Minho never talked to any girl at school because he was awkward and their boyfriends told him not to do so.

"Am I talking to you? No..." "How can you talk to her when I'm the one sending you letters and gifts everyday?!" "She's literally my neighbor..."

Minho mumbles with a frown and sighed, he was clearly annoyed.

"Your boyfriend told me not to talk to you and now I can see why."

Minho was sassy this time and you never knew that. You chuckled and organized your bag. Minho looked at you and he felt bad.

He didn't know that the person he looks up to was being bullied by cheerleaders everyday. You were only popular among the varsity guys because you're such an ace. You're literally good at everything.

"Anyways... Hey, Y/N! Do you have an extra class this hour?" "Extra class? I don't have one actually. My schedule is just organized the way it should be-" "Great! I'll eat dinner with you tonight... Also, I'll be cooking-" "You cook?!" "Duh? Anyways, I'll be changing. Wait for me outside the locker room!"

Minho excitedly said as he skips his way to the boys' locker room. You were left alone with cheerleaders and... it was just straight up uncomfortable. Then, Minho stopped midway.

He realized that you were in need of help.

"Damn it, Minho."

He mumbled and sighed before running to the gym once again. He's literally drenched in sweat and he might get a cold if he doesn't change his shirt immediately. Then, he sees you crying on the floor.

Why were you crying? The girls insulted you more and even called you names. They even threw a lot of stuff at you, either food or drinks.

Either way, you felt like shit.

"Y/N! Y/N, hey..." "Why is this my body? Why am I not like them? Minho... I don't know... I really don't know where I went wrong-" "It's because you never went wrong! You're just... yourself! And that's okay!-" "No, it's not!... This is why Jaehyun broke up with me... I'm such a loser-" "But you're not!"

Minho sighs as he zips your backpack open and picked up a towel. He, then, wipes your face with the spare towel. You were surprised that he, the ace of talent, would wipe your face and shoulders splattered with food and sodas.

"Look... You're not a loser, Y/N. Don't you know that? Every member in the varsity teams, either talent stuff or sports stuff, talks about you! Be thankful that they talk about you and how you're literally good in everything rather than just your appearance... You're more than whatever they think you are, Y/N. Please know that..."

Minho reminds you while he wipes the mess away. He sighs because he extremely hates this type of situation especially humiliation. He wanted to get back at the cheerleaders.

Minho would literally throw the same types of food they threw at you.

"Hey, Minho?" "Yes?" "... Thanks... Thanks for being here for me." "I know that... well... you got lonely after Ryujin and Yeji moved schools. You're still in touch with them, right?" "Yeah, I'm still in touch with them. I'm glad you asked me about that..."

You smiled, Minho was really caring for you. Then, he remembered about what you said about your ex boyfriend. He didn't want to bring back the past if the past still hurts you but he was just genuinely curious about the ex thing.

"Hey, I have a question..." "Sure. What is it?" "... What happened between you and Jaehyun?" "Tsk, that? Well, nothing much... We crushed on each other, we dated each other for months and months, then he had to move somewhere else in the globe because of his interest in a specific school... and then, I waited and waited for him to come back... Then, I realized that he has a new girl and that he told me I was just a 'fling'... I don't really care if he left me like that it's just that I don't want that to happen again."

You explained and he was both annoyed and confused. If you and Jaehyun dated for months and he suddenly says you're just a fling then... it was a one sided relationship, right? Minho couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that someone would just ghost you like that and then tell you that you were just a fling without any explanation.

"He just... told you off like that?" "Yes... Not even in a phone call, man. Just a blunt ass text message... I just don't want to be hurt like that again." "... Well, you won't be... I'm here now..."

Minho tried convincing you and you couldn't look away from his gaze. You didn't want to trust anyone this quick because you don't want your feelings to be smashed and thrown away like it was nothing again.

"... Let's go home. We wouldn't want to be late for dinner." "Yep, I'm pretty hungry... You'll cook for us, right?" "Absolutely. I really need to please your parents or I may not have you and I really don't want that to happen." "Damn... You like my awkward ass this much?" "Yeah, especially that a-" "Shut it."

You interrupted Minho because it was... well... making you blush and making your heart pound faster. He stood up from the floor while you fixed your unorganized backpack. Minho notices this as he lends you a hand.

"Let's have dinner, Y/N."

He smiles as you held his hand and stood up from the floor, walking with him until you reached your house.

"Hey, I forgot to change my clothes. I'll be changing first before we have dinner..." "Oh? Sure! It's fine. I'll be changing into... not messed up clothes..."

You joked as the two of you awkwardly went into your houses. As soon as Minho closes the door, he yelled a "Yes!" as his parents looked at him weirdly. Then, his mother finally realized why he yelled excitedly.

"Minho? Dear, do you... like Y/N?-" "Me?!- Of course not!- She's a!... She's a friend! And my neighbor!-" "Oh, shut it. Your dad and I know that you like this girl and we will support it if the two of you will... well... date!" "... Ugh, fine. Yes, I do really like her a lot." "Minho, you silly boy. You have to at least give her something if you're courting her!"

His mother suggested as he frowned, thinking of what he could give you. He literally is an ace but he really doesn't know how to court the girl he likes. He has literally never courted anyone at all in his whole life!

"... Is a dance piece good enough?-" "No! What I meant is like... flowers? Chocolates? You know, the type of things that girls will usually swoon over..." "... But Y/N will probably find it weird. She's an ace in everything... kinda like me but she's more on the sports side." "... Well, I suggest you ask your lovely father about courting! Get some advice from him, Minho..."

His mother smiled at him as Minho smiled back, running upstairs to his room later. He yells again in excitement before changing into a semi-formal shirt and some jeans to go with. He was nervous because this is the first time he will ever do this type of thing.

He finally went downstairs after his mom and dad waited for him to get dressed.

"Ready, son?" "Yes, Dad. I'm kinda ready now..."

Minho nervously says as the family finally went to your house. You and your parents almost argued before Minho's family ever came into your house. The argument?

"Minho's planning to court you and you're wearing a basic white shirt? That's not even a casual shirt, Y/N. That's literally one of your varsity shirts last year-" "But Mom! This shirt is literally more comfortable and Minho might find me weird if-" "NO BUTS, Y/N. Change your shirt at least before Minho arrives! At least I know that Minho's parents are good and that Minho is a good guy unlike your last boyfriend-" "I KNOW THAT, MOM."

You said as you rolled your eyes and rushed upstairs, changing your clothes last minute. You came downstairs wearing a pink shirt and black jeans. Your mother shook her head, you looked too casual for a semi-formal dinner with Minho's rich ass parents.

However, you father thought you looked beautiful. Why? Because he saw how happy and excited you were.

This was the first time you've ever been this happy since your relatonship with Jaehyun ended.

"Good evening, Mrs. L/N." "Welcome, Minho!"

Your mother excitedly greeted Minho and his family. Both of you were nervous as hell. First of all, a boy courting you right now is a first time experience even your ex boyfriend didn't court you. Jaehyun literally straight up told your mom he loved you and your family ended up having a fight with Jaehyun.

"I'm really excited to cook for all of you tonight. I've been wanting to do this for like... ages, Mrs. L/N." "Well, Minho. I think you're not so different from what Y/N tells me about you." "... She talks about... me?" "Of course, dear! She always does!"

You were embarrassed and you finally facepalmed after a while. Minho takes a look at you, giving you a small and quick smirk before looking back to your mother. Your mother really exposed you in front of your crush.

"Well, Mrs. L/N. Our son talks about her a lot, too. He talks about how "fun" and "easy-going" her personality is almost everyday. He doesn't get tired of talking about her and I'm really glad that Minho is enjoying his time with Y/N."

His father said, being proud that his son finally got out of his comfort zone to meet new people and is enjoying his time with you. Minho facepalmed, he was embarrassed. His cheeks? So red.

"Well, Mrs. L/N. I would love to cook for tonight's dinner! I've been planning this since... since my mother planned this... dinner!" "Oh, that's delightful! The kitchen is over there at the back-" "Sure, thanks."

Minho rambled as he grabbed the basket full of ingredients and walked to the kitchen awkwardly. Your parents don't even know that Minho stayed in your house for a few hours since that day he got locked out of his house. Surprisingly, his "intimidating" parents didn't alarm your mother.

Why? Because they want you to be Minho's first girlfriend.

"Oh, Mom? I'm gonna go help Minho cook-" "Do you even cook, Y/N?" "... I do! I cooked pasta once!-" "You burnt the pasta because you didn't put water in it-" "MOM, I'M GONNA HELP MINHO."

You angrily rambled, making your way to the kitchen already. You tapped Minho's shoulder and he just stared at you for a few seconds. He found you beautiful.

"Hey, can you tell your parents-" "Oh, don't worry. My mother promised me not to tell your parents I got here HA-" "Oh, thank god. I was literally gonna flip the table if your parents told them..." "... You can do that, right?" "Do what?" "... Flip the table-" "Yeah, I can but that's not the point! Anyways..."

You breathed in deeply. You can finally tell Minho your iconic pun. Minho, even if he really is very much in love with you, rolls his eyes whenever you tell him your puns.

But you've been waiting to tell him this pun.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" "... I swear to god, I'm gonna throw you across the room if you don't stop doing that-" "Well, you gotta stop mentioning how you like my a-" "Can you shut it?!"

Minho was either giggling or panicking. Maybe both at the same time. You looked at the recipe and you didn't even understand one thing.

"So... you really cook this type of stuff?" "Yeah! Cooking is one of my hobbies because I dance a lot so I need to eat a lot, too." "... Actually, that's a fact. When your body is like always active with sports and stuff, you gotta eat a lot. I don't even know what the cheerleaders do to themselves..." "... What do you mean?" "Don't you know the "cheerleader diet" they do every single day? I don't know but I kinda think that's a bit unhealthy if they're dieting everyday. Shame on that female gym teacher who mostly choreographs the cheer dances..." "... Yeah... Shame on that bitch."

Minho says with a frown as the two of you rolled your eyes at the same time. Yes, most of the cheerleaders might've been bullying you lately but nobody deserves to be THAT restricted in their own CHOICE OF EATING. Minho lays all the ingredients on the kitchen counter one by one.

"You know, I really cook well and all of my dishes taste good but I don't really cook for others except my family..." "... And, why do you wanna say that?" "Because this is basically one of my ways in treating you and your family... well... like mine, too!

You were surprised. It seemed that Minho was really serious about you. Well, he really is serious about you and he wouldn't let anyone break your heart again.

"You know, I can't cook... I literally can't cook..." "How so?" "... So like I was trying to cook pasta once and I burnt it..." "... You BURNT pasta?! How do you burn pasta-" "I forgot to put water-" "You forgot TO PUT WATER?!... I swear, I'm going to cook for you once we become... well?" "... Oh, shut it!-" "But I'm just telling you the truth! I really like you and I want to be with you..."

You couldn't even reply without the tendency of stuttering. Minho winks and smirks before focusing in cooking. Basically, all you did was hand him bowls, spoons, and such.

After he finishes cooking, the two of you came back with the dish. He cooked some fajitas because he wanted to cook something that isn't a Korean dish. The six of you sat in one dinner table, his parents facing yours as the two of you faced each other.

"So, Minho. Y/N told us that you dance very well, right?" "Oh? Oh, I dance but I'm not that good-"

You interrupted him, your mouth filled with food.

"Hey, shut it. You're really amazing at dancing, Minho. Don't even try denying that."

You joked as he smiled at you. Although, both of your parents didn't get the joke. Minho's parents thought that you were a bit rude since you interrupted him while speaking.

"My son was speaking?" "... Oh... Mom, it's just a part of our jokes. Please don't take it the wrong way. We just play around like this..."

Minho looked very frustrated and nervous. You were more nervous than Minho. Imagine if his parents dislike you because of a simple inside joke the two of you do everyday.

"Oh? Is that so? Oh, lord. I don't understand kids these days... Anyways, Minho told us that you're good in every sport? Am I right?" "Oh, me? I'm not really that good in every sport. I'm just an average-"

Now, Minho does the same to you.

"What the heck are you saying, Y/N? Don't even try to deny the fact that you're the greatest female player AND CAPTAIN at varsity. You're literally an ace and you can't change my mind otherwise..."

Minho jokes as both his and your parents stared at him. When he noticed everyone staring at him, you couldn't look at him straight without chuckling. You facepalmed instead, holding back your laughter because everything that's happening at the moment was getting more awkward each second.

"... See? It's our type of humor, Mom."

Minho awkwardly laughs as you sighed, facepalming once again. This might be the most awkward dinner scene in every awkward dinner scene. Your father sighed before taking a bite of Minho's fajitas.

"... This actually tastes incredible!" "Oh, Mr. L/N. Our son cooks well and he's great at it." "Now, I can see why our dear daughter says he's an ace. He's good at everything! Imagine also being good at cooking, right?"

It was great that your father appreciated Minho's cooking. Minho sighed in relief, giving you a smile after it. He was really nervous around your parents and you wanted to talk him out of his nervousness.

He can fake confidence! He's a performer after all.

"Hey, uh... We're just gonna talk into the kitchen, Mom. You guys have fun..."

You smiled as you pulled Minho's wrist, dragging him into the kitchen. He breathes out heavily, putting his hand on his chest. You were surprised.

He really was this nervous?

"Well, aren't you really nervous?" "Shut up, Y/N. I'm literally shaking... What if your parents don't like me? What do I fucking do?-" "Look, Minho. We aren't even together yet. Just do your best, I'm pretty sure they're gonna like you- Wait, fuck. What if YOUR parents don't like ME?" "... But they do! I'm sure they do like you. We can invite them for the year-end sports event! My parents can see an ace play every type of sport without failing!" "... That's actually a good idea! Then, my parents can see an ace dance amazingly on stage." "... Pshh, shut up..."

Minho rolls his eyes and tries hiding the faint blush on his cheeks by turning his back on you. Then, you finally realized that the both of you had to go back to the dining room and eat with each others' parents. To make him blush once again, you held his hand surprisingly.

"We should probably eat now... Let's go?"

The horrified look on his face made you smile as his cheeks blushed deeper.

"Are you being embarrassed because I'm holding your hand-" "I swear to god, I'm gonna throw myself." "... Okay but don't do that, Minho." "Lol, I won't..." "... This is a verbal conversation-" "Shut up and let's go."

Minho sighs, feeling nervous once again but because you held his hand... he felt cute and comfortable. Both of you went to the dining room. Minho didn't feel nervous anymore.

The night went great between your family and his family.

- YEAR-END SPORTS EVENT : 12:00 PM -

"Alright, team. We can do this. It's just basketball. It's our specialty, alright?" "Yes, captain."

The members said in unison. It was probably vaguely detailed since you were always called an "ace" in this story but you're actually the captain. Yes, THE captain of every SPORT.

That's how much of an ace you were, considering that you're the only girl member of the varsity.

How were you chosen? Most of the boys at school don't really follow the rules despite their strength and skills in different types of sports. You, however, never cheated in a game once and... well... you were just as skillful as your members but you were more determined in "fairness" than "winning". Although, you sucked at your first try-outs in seventh grade because you were panicking.

That's why the coach chose you and you've been the captain for three years already.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

You cheered as all of you went outside the locker room. Earlier, you were at the girls' locker room because you're a girl and you weren't allowed to be in the boys' locker room. However, the coach always texts you when your teammates were done dressing up so that you could enter their locker room.

Now, the show is about to begin in a minute.

This was your last game and you wanted to achieve something as a personal validation.

The audience started cheering as the cheerleaders started dancing. The host started to announce that the game was about to start and that is when you finally cracked your knuckles and rolled back your shoulders a bit. Of course, you were nervous but also excited at the same time.

The Basketball captain from the other team asked,

"Which one of y'all is the captain?"

The members pointed to you as you raised your hand.

"Well... That's funny... Good luck to your girly team, Cap!" "... Yeah. I think we'll do good so watch your back."

You answered as the host blew the whistle and everyone started cheering for different types of names. You weren't in the first line up so you had time to start cheering for your members.

Then, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification.

It was a text from Minho.

[ "I'm actually shaking in my seat. Do well!" - Minho ]

You smiled as you watched the first set of the game finished. Well, it was great that your team won. The captain of the other team was seen clearly annoyed.

"You're not winning this game, girly." "What did I tell you? Oh, yeah. Watch your back."

You scoffed, you turn into a different person when some irresponsible captain tries dragging your team because your team's captain is a girl. Your coach runs up to you. It looked like he was about to say something important.

"Y/N, we're saving you for the third set." "But coach, what if someone gets hurt? Their captain was being an ass and-" "..." "... Oh, I'm sorry for my language but I have a gut-feel that someone might get hurt." "No one is gonna get hurt, Y/N. You are our ace and we need you to play for the last game." "... Fine but if someone gets hurt during the second set, I will have to be the substitute for them."

You told your coach as he nodded. The second set starts and guess what happened? The asshole captain purposely "bumped" into Jisung as Jisung fell on the ground. You were full of anger and disappointment.

That fucking bitch ass captain.

The host started yelling for time-out. Literally four minutes into the second set and this happens. You felt bad for Jisung, this was everyone's last game before graduating.

The other school's coach decided to have a pep-talk as your coach did the same. You were worried for Jisung's health.

"Hey, Jisung-" "I'm fine, Cap. It hurts a bit but-" "I'm substituting for you in this game, okay? I'm gonna talk to that bitch after this, okay?" "Oh, my god. Thank you so much, Y/N! You're literally the best..."

Jisung smiled at you as the school nurse came in to treat Jisung's minor injury.

You were up for the next game. The moment Minho saw you, he remembered the first time he watched you play. This time, the whole vibe was different.

"Go, Y/N!"

Minho's and your parents yelled. Minho couldn't yell because he was nervous. He was worried for your health because he just saw the other captain push Jisung to the ground. Jisung was one of the guys that Minho doesn't have "beef" with.

The game starts as you made eye contact to the ball and the spacious surroundings only. The wind blows your hair quite perfectly as it purposely lets you pay attention to every players' moves. You felt that the rude captain was going to push you.

You didn't even dodge but you did something unexpected.

"What are you seriously doing?!"

You yelled, slapping his hand away using your empty hand. This scene caught everyone's attention, even the players' eyes were glued at you and that rude captain. The captain scoffed, showing that he was annoyed.

The table judges were annoyed, too.

"Yes, sir?" "Disqualify the group." "Which one?" "This one."

The table judge pointed at the team.

"Daejeon Gwanjeo High School is now disqualified for the basketball game."

The host announced at the same time you dunked the ball in the hoop, winning the second set. The students who were from Cultural Tech High were shocked in disbelief that their basketball team was disqualified. The table judges smiled, they've noticed the "pushing" incident from the first set.

"Congratulations to Gimpo Jeil Technical High School for winning the year-end Basketball game!"

The host happily announced as the majority of the audience cheered. Although, the Daejeon students thought that it was unfair. It wasn't unfair because they were the ones who stopped during the game and all you had to do was dunk the ball.

And, you did that.

"Oh, my god..."

You breathed out, relieved that you won the LAST game you'll ever be in this school. Your teammates ran towards you, carrying you on their shoulders and cheering for you as your coach gave you the trophy. You felt so much joy that you started crying.

Imagine being able to withstand all of the insults because you're a girl.

"We did it!"

One of your teammates, Hyunjin, cheers in happiness. Minho smiled at the view of you being happy and all emotional. He really felt like running down the stairs from the seats but he was scared for some reason.

He wanted to ask permission from your parents first and he was nervous.

"Um, Mrs. L/N?" "Yes, Minho?" "May I... go with her?" "... Sure. I'm sure she will love that."

Minho didn't know what your mother meant. It means that you love him back and that she's allowing him to finally date you. It also meant that she knows that Minho was the best for you.

Minho smiled at them with sparkling eyes before excitedly running down as fast as he can. The boys finally put you down after numerous "pleading" from you. They were lifting you too high and you were starting to get dizzy from it.

"I'll see y'all later at 5!"

You waved a goodbye at your teammates as they did the same. Your team decided that you should take the trophy home. Why?

It was because you made this last game the best one in their whole lives as high school basketball players.

"Hey, Y/N! Congratulations!"

Minho cheered, he really wanted to kiss you but he still doesn't know if you're already allowed to date him. Before the game even started, your mother told you that if you really love Minho... then you should go for it. Your mother already saw Minho's efforts and she's amazed at how dedicated he is to always bring you home safe, to always bring you flowers, to always visit you and your parents at home, and to always tell your mother that he really loves you and that he could never hurt you the way Jaehyun did.

"Minho..."

You started spacing out, looking at him lovingly. He found it a bit weird that you were just there, smiling at him and admiring him at the same time. You, then, cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Hmm?!... Y/N?!-" "Don't you know already?" "... What do I not know already?" "You're really dumb, aren't you?" "..."

Minho stared at you with a confused look. He was thinking about what he doesn't know yet. You sighed because it was taking too long for him to know what it was.

"... Well, then."

You finally kissed him for the first time. His eyes widened at the current situation, clearly surprised that you kissed him. Then, he wraps his arms around your waist.

He finally realized that the two of you are now officially dating.

"We're dating now, right?" "I-... Do you think we're not dating? I literally just kissed you in front of both our parents..." "... Oh, yeah!... So what should we do now?-" "Eat ice cream before your dance contest. Please... I know you want ice cream." "Alright, m'lady."

Minho jokes as he winks and smirks at you. Of course, you swooned. You finally found your second half and made your last year of high school memorable.

That was your last game and a new chapter will unfold.

//the end//

DM for Requests, y’all!!! <3

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timingmatters · 5 years

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Opinions on ST S3 (I’m on mobile so I can’t do a cut below im sorry shdjdj)

I loved mileven and think this season explored very well Mike’s abandonment issues with El ( a product of s2) and how overprotective he was of her. He definitely had a point over people being careless with her powers and treating her like a machine. Max wasn’t right saying he treated her like a pet, because he really doesn’t, but she was right on him not trusting her knowing her limits. She knows how to take care of herself and Mike had to understand that. I loved that although their break up was over a dumb misunderstanding thanks to Hopper pressuring Mike and Max misunderstanding him, it ultimately helped them grow stronger as individuals and a couple. And Max also gave El the opportunity to explore herself as an individual outside just her powers or boyfriend. I def think Mike wanted to be sort of like an anchor to her, and El thought so too, but she had to learn to be her own anchor and Mike had to learn that although he wants to protect her, she also has to be on her own. Love when the issues relationships have are to make them stronger as a couple and not cheap love triangles. Which I felt the same with Jancy. He has always understood her, but for the first time he learned that he also has to speak up when OTHERS underestimate her. He has always just let her do her thing but theybare learning to work as a team not only during missions but throughout life in general. Overall i loved mileven and jancy and think their development was realistically done and they still had their cute moments (their moments at the last minutes of the season were incredibly cute and heartwarming). Lots of people didn’t like this season so much but i loved it. However I still got things that I disliked or would at least like to see on s4 because we didn’t get to see during this season.

Things I would have liked to see and hope s4 brings:

- Will was pushed to the side, and while I’ve seen people that hated it, I sort of enjoyed it?? I love Will but both previous seasons have focused soso much on him so it was nice for him not to be the main point suffering and just sitting bck and having a normal teen (gay) boy crisis and helping his friends.

- HOWEVER I did think friendships were pushed to the side. It wasn’t for no reason, it was a storyline that had a climax and even a resolution, but even so friendships had little time to shine and they are the heart of the show so I’m hoping for more next season. Especially Mike and Will, I’m not a byler shipper but they definitely have a very very strong bond and I wanted more. S4 has a lot of potential on that because clearly Mike knows Will is gay (if we are going down that path which it genuinely looks like it!!!) and I think him being a support for Will when coming to terms with it could be such an amazing storyline. Hell, they have (what for me is as friendship) AMAZING chemistry together, one of the ultimate best scenes on s2 was Mike recalling when they became friends to get Will back. Hope we see more of that in s4.

- some people said this season had too much Eleven. Sadly, I agree. I won’t complain bc like I said I get it and enjoy it. Also understand she’s sort of the main character, but truly a lot of characters didn’t get much of an arc and Eleven was given tons of screen time. Characters like Lucas barely had a storyline apart from just being there and I would have enjoyed for of them, especially considering his little sister almost died by the hands of the russian gov, like I can’t believe he didn’t at least have a big brother moment where he freaked out for her safety

- Max and Mike. I think they could be such friends. I understand, again with the abandonment issues Mike had where he came from being harsh to her, and obviously her not standing for that bs. But they could be such good friends and I thought they would at least have a talk towards the end to get a redemption arc on their friendship. If I was truly disappointed by something on this season it was probably that, I hope next season they become better friends and we get to see it

- On the same note, I wished we had seen El bonding with also thei other boys not just Max. On s1 she had developed strong friendships with Dustin and Lucas, and her friendship especially with Lucas had a rocky start so it would have been good to see them bond more. And Will who is lowkey her brother. Will had a rage moment and called her dumb and that’s just?? Only solved thro the friendship moment with the boys?? But he never attempted to actually bond with her and like shdhdj she saved his ass a lot and I hope s4 brings siblings moments with them (and Jonathan).

- Karen being a pedophile sucked ass and I’m disappointed I honestly wanted so much for her shdhhdhd. I CRAVED for her to be as involved as Joyce but they just made her a pedo with bad taste :/

- I understand how Max still sort of loves Billy even though he was her abuser. When the abuser comes from family is complicated like that. Still, I don’t think the redemption arc he had was enough to make me truly care for him. The moment with El and his mom’s memories at the end was a beautiful directing work and incredibly well acted, sadly, because as a viewer I don’t care much for him it wasn’t as impactful and emotional as I think they aimed for. Had he at least TRIED to touch on his past abusive and racist behavior, apologizing, blaming his dad, literally anything, I would have felt A LITTLE bad for him. But just because he lost his mom in a sad way doesn’t mean I will care for him lmao. And I can’t believe after making a point of his dad abusing him with homophobic slurs and showing those had an impact on him, the idea of him being gay was never explored. That honestly kinda shocked me.

- Hopper was an ass to Mike point blank lmao. I always find it creepy when dads in prom pics take pictures with their daughters’ dates and their guns as a “threatening” moment. I got the same vibe from Hopper during the first episodes which sort of ruined how I viewed him. ESPECIALLY after s2 when he holds Mike as he is having a breakdown over Hopper not telling him El was alive, he should be a lot more understanding towards Mike. Hopefully when he gets rescued from the russians in s4 Mike will be there to help him and they will bond

- again, MORE FRIENDSHIP PARTY MOMENTS. I truly loved the Dustin/Erica dynamic and Dustin/Steve, but the heart of the show will always be the party and I was sort of sad to see how little screen time Dustin had with the other kids.

- lastly, s2 went on a whole thing over other people like Eleven that were experimented on, and the promos for this s3 had a whole thing over Will having powers/being a key (which never happened all he did was feel a cold on his neck shdhdj). So I’m hoping s4 explores more on the power origins while El tries to get them back, and perhaps Will gains powers. And thus also introducing other people who were experimented on, not like in s2 where that storyline never merged, but also having the others involved.

Despite all the things I complained about, I understand the choices that were made with storylines and screen times for each character, and I did truly loved the season. I think Mileven’s issues were realistic regarding what they have been through and I loved them still seeking for each other and holding on to each other the moment things go badly. I did loved Mileven this season and hope they have learned and will be more stable on s4 and give us more cute moments. I feel the same with Jancy. I hope if there’s any relationship that gets more focus next season is lumax and jopper and hope they get drama and development while jancy and mileven just chill and have cute moments asjdjdjdj. Also hope Will gets a boy love interest!!!!! I loved Robin and her dynamic with Steve. They have an amazing friendship dynamic but i also understand not wanting to leave Steve forever single and alone unless s4 introduces him a new love interest and Robin remains as his bestie. On the same note, since s1 all I want is for Jonathan and Steve to be besties. Shhdhdjd still gonna hope for it for s4. I HOPE THE EVERYONE GOES TO RUSSIA TO SAVE HOPPER THAT WOULD BE COOL.

#stranger things spoilers #mileven #jancy #jopper

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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@oblvions @shes-outta-sight @lazingonsunday @karrotkate @satans-helper thank you all for the tags 💗💕

A buttload of info about me:

Last thing I read: "Lovers" by @satans-helper 😍😍😍

Favorite Book: The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle

Favorite Movie: Beetlegeuse

Dream Date: Imagine this: a nice, plush couch, covered in down pillows and fluffy blankets. There is a fire in the brick fireplace, the wood smoke combines with the scent of Nag Champa incense and the homemade treats that cover the low table next to the couch. There are brownies, bread rolls, cheeses, bowls of fruit, dipping sauces, cakes, sandwiches - a whole feast of my favorite foods. My partner and I would cuddle up on that couch, listening to my favorite symphonies on the record player in the corner and talking for hours. This isn't really a first date thing, more like an established relationshil date, but god I'd love to just spend an afternoon surrounded with my favorite things and my favorite person.

Do I have a crush?: Not really. There are people I find very very attractive (a friend, Sam Kiszka, Duff Mckagan in his 20s, Lucy Lui) but nobody that I'm actually romantically and sexually into.

Hobbies: Swimming, observing nature, browsing Pinterest, daydreaming, writing, reading, making art, singing, listening to music, love to cook

My favorite time of day: late afternoon, right before the sun sets. I'm usually free to do what I like, the temperature starts to drop, I can watch the sun... it's nice

If I could choose what I looked like, anything, what would it be?: I want tattoos, and more piercings, I'd love to change my hair color again - it's been natural for awhile but I think I want either burgundy or bright blue. WINGS! I kind of want giant, strong fairy wings, and maybe glowing eyes, a forked tongue, and tattoos that move and change (kinda like Maui lol)

Am I romantic?: Yeah, I'd say I am. I love to treat people, friends and significant others, but I'd be especially affectionate and romantic for a partner. I'm constantly buying gifts and things that remind me of them, cooking for them, planning dates and buying tickets for things I know they like, quietly taking care of stuff I know they need to do, cuddling, complimenting... I love to shower my partner in affection 24/7

My favorite kind of weather: Late Autumn, generally. About 55ºF, cloudy but not raining, windy

What do I like to talk about?: Lol I talk a whole lot and I've probably talked about everything at some point. One of my close friends and I particularly love to debate religion, mythology, magic, history, and the intersections of those. We also regularly plan heists and crimes lmao

My turn-ons: Long eyelashes, pouty lips, dirty hands (motor oil, paint, flour, etc), sarcasm, seeing someone get excited about something, compassion, casual physical affection

My turn-offs: Nastiness without a reason, knees (I just think knees look weird idk), Trump supporters, 100% pessimism (I understand being depressed or doubtful or being generally a pessimist, but if you adamantly refuse to see anything in a good light and try to ruin it for others f u c k y o u)

If I got a tattoo, what would it be and where?: ohhh I want tattoos so bad but I'm saving up and I'm not certain about some yet.... but I know that I'm getting a tree of life matching with my mom, I want mushrooms, pine trees, lavender, wildflowers (all for personal reasons). I'd also like to make maybe a charm bracelet of sorts with little charms for my favorite bands, books, movies, and other peices of media. I know that interests change and I might not like something in 30 years, but I see my life in periods of interests and I want to catalogue the things that shaped me

My pets: I have 3 cats - Pumpkin Pie, Lady, and Sweetheart

My dream job: I just want to live a free life doing what I want. I want to grow my own food for the most part, and raise animals, and paint, and write, and play music, and go on random adventures, go antiquing, decorate my home from my travels, learn without expectations - I don't want to exchange a fulfilling life for financial security from some mundane modern job.

My dream place to live: Secluded, in the forests of Oregon (or maybe Pennsylvania idk) on the bottom third of a mountain, on my own little farm

My dream vacation: I just wanna go explore historical landmarks and buildings

My dream house: A beautiful historical house -- like an 1870s American farmhouse, or a craftsman cottage, or a Victorian painted Lady, or maybe a New York brownstone -- filled with antiques and records and books and artifacts that I've collected. I LOVE antiques so much, everything would be of fine craftsmanship, it would be lavish and inviting and packed with interesting items at every turn (I want my house to be a curios shop lol) I also want a big ass kitchen and nice woodwork, I literally get horny over original built ins

My piercings: Sadly, I only have my standard ear piercings right now, but I think I'll get more soon. A nose ring, eye brow bar (yes I know that's so 2000s but I like them), probably 4 more on each ear, navel, nipples

If I had kids, what would I name them?: I love older, interesting names, so - Euphemia, Hartford, Monroe, Malory, Louise (me lol), August, Fredrick

My worst traits: I'm incredibly stubborn; I love talking to people but I'm awkward; lazy and don't care; I'm a bit of a collector/hoarder; I bottle up any anger or sadness I feel so I don't inconvenience others

My best traits: I love to give and help; I try to make people comfortable around me/in my home; I have excellent taste; I appreciate quality, culture, and creativity; I have many interesting interests that I'm eager to share and learn more about; I'm very creative

My worst fear: a painful death - I'm not afraid of dying, even though I'd rather not, I just don't want it to hurt

What do I want to eat right now?: Well, considering that I just ate my first bit of solid food in 3 days and immediately had to run to the bathroom... nothing

My favorite vacation memory: *blushes* my first kiss AND nearly my first time (we went like halfway): making out with this dude, son of my mom's friend, at my family cabin

My favorite city: I really don't know. Timber, OR, let's say

My favorite social media platform: Tumblr or Pinterest (does that count?)

My favorite article of clothing: My leather motorcycle jacket. I can't actually ride a motorcycle (trying to remedy that because *sexy*) but I got it a few years ago and it makes me feel so fucking badass. It's heavy, about 15 pounds of good quality leather, has lots of secret pockets in the lining and some cool looking zippers and studs, but nothing crazy. It's hella warm and comfy, I wear it everyday it's cold enough to

Do I play any sports?: pfft no. I like to swim, and I'm interested in baseball and tennis, but I suck at them and also I just don't like team sports

My favorite meal: What I order when I go to Buffalo Bills - a pesto/feta/mozzarella/Italian sausage/basil/tomato/garlic pizza, with homemade potato chips and chunky blue cheese dressing for dipping. If I had room, I'd finish with Marionberry cheesecake pie from Sherri's (but I am incredibly sick and have no faith in getting better enough so I feel like I'll never be able to eat like this again)

What am I excited for?: The winter holidays! I'm atheist, so Christmas is all about the personal stuff and non religious family traditions for me. I love the decorations, the music, seeing my family, baking, giving and receiving presents, it's all just so fun

What am I not excited for?: Cleaning my room, it really really needs it though. Also just continuing to live like this. I'm not suicidal, I'm just in a lot of pain constantly and I don't know what to do

When was the last time I cried?: an hour or so ago, I'm in loads of pain right now

What is something I hate about the world?: There's too much to choose from

What is something I love about the world?: children and nature

My favorite scents: vanilla, lavender, pine, Nag Champa incense, BBQ meat, pizza with basil, rosemary, my Dad's cologne

Cats or dogs?: kitties 💗

What kind of sleeper am I?: A weird one lol. I can't lay on my stomach for more than 15 minutes without it making me incredibly nauseous for the rest of the day, but it's also my favorite way to sleep cause its comfy somehow... I can't lay on my back without a pillow either, 30 seconds in and the nerves pinch so bad I'm screaming. I snore, and I sleep deep, but it takes a long time to fall asleep and usually only beeping or banging noises wake me up??? Like I said, I sleep weird

How long would I survive in a zombie apocalypse?: I really don't know. I have some skills and the drive to learn to fight, but I am currently, as I'm sure y'all can tell, very sick and I don't think I'd be able to live with so much movement and so little medicine

Am I trusting?: Generally, I probably trust too much but I'm not gonna stop

What fictional characters do I identify with?: there are many I like but none I identify with

My most common labels: Mom friend, butch, that weird fat chick (doesn't bother me tho), the well behaved daughter, old soul

My life's anthem: I really am not sure if this is a good anthem song but I love it so so much... Take Me In Your Arms (Rock Me A Little While) by Kim Weston - you see where I get my love of long titles lol

Problems I'm dealing with: my health and whatever painful sickness is wrecking me, figuring out what to do with my life, saving money, getting my anxiety under control, getting the house to actually heat up because I'm cold as fuck

How can someone win me over?: let me express my interests and feelings, show kindness, be funny

What is something people don't know about me?: Idk

Not tagging anyone, this took over an hour

#personal #about me #tag game

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loonagarden · 5 years

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20010705 = 18 Listening Guide

A very curated 18 song playlist for Amos.

1 - It's a birthday playlist, so this is a fitting opener. The lyrics are really close to your sentiments about turning 18 as well lol.

2 - Anecdote: one time, we were playing a Lorde-off. You won that time because she still had, like, 15 songs, and I didn't know this one (it's a deluxe one, ok). Thus, it always reminds me of you and the last time you will ever know more about Lorde than me.

3 - This song is a bop. Also very cynical about the current world, yet slightly hoping for more goodness to sprout somewhere. Very much like you haha. It's also very techy, which is, like, 65% of your personality.

4 - Your natal chart ruler is Gemini Jupiter in the 7th, so a song about it. The lyrics are pretty dramatic and almost pretentious, but it's poetic, large in sound, and in conversation form. I think that's what Gemini Jupiter is all about. As for the 7th house, so many talented people made it so uhhhhh partnerships...?

5 - This is the anime reference song in the playlist lol. As you've said, anime is your personality trait, so I took one from a show you've never seen. It sounds like a quintessential Japanese anime opening. It could be from anywhere. But anyway, the guitar riffs will never fail anyone. Ever.

6 - Okay, don't overthink this one. I just had like a gut feeling you should listen to this. I know you're going thru a dry spell in your faith, and literally everyone is worried, even you. However, it's really natural, healthy even. Although Macklemore isn't really a way to resolve that, just wanna say that like his ode in this song, it's a work in process. When you think God is farthest from you, you have no clue how near He actually is. It will feel empty, hopeless, and dumb. It will feel inescapable. But keep talking to God. Keep asking. Keep fighting for your desire to understand. He listens more than most people give Him credit for, and He, like the good and gracious Creator that He is, will satisfy you in ways you could have never thought of.

7 - Because you listen to the most boring genre ever (charot lang), here is a lo-fi recommendation.

8 - Because we have similar tastes in musicals, this one is from Six, which is a R&B musical about the wives of Henry the VIII. This one is particulary bad-ass and a derivative of Satisfied. Broadway is really changing lmao.

9 - This song hits hard. I'm not sure if you like this genre but it's a feel-good, bounce song. I think everyone needs that in life. Also, listen to more Japanese rap. Ryohu is one of my favorites. Sadly, there are no English lyrics but it's okay, it's still a bop. (Let's just hope it doesn't mean anything bad).

10 - You should also listen to Korean rap (lol). Look up the lyrics to this song. Epik High is one of the most respectable Korean artists, and I can recommend the whole album this song is from. It deals with how difficult life can be because of our mentalities, but it's better and less lonely to know that many people also relate to the same burdens.

11 - Another musical recommendation, this time from Beetlejuice. We all need a good, old-fashioned conversatiom duet by two opposite characters. It reminds me of What is this Feeling from Wicked, and has the same emo, mental breakdown as Freeze Your Brain. The delivery is also funny. Classic Broadway.

12 - One of my absolute favorite Bleachers songs. This one is particularly uplifting. Kind of coming-of-age, too, which is a nice supplement to your turning 18.

13 - There should be an OPM recommendation here, so this sarcastic, self-aware, mellow, alt-rock Filipino song is quite suitable for you. I think it will resonate with anyone, at some point. I think your music taste is also lyrically driven, so this is an interesting listen. Also, the wa-wa board, the brass, and the bongos. Exquisite taste.

14 - Another mandatory lo-fi recommendation, but the soundscape is really fun so I kinda like it.

15 - This Kevin Abstract song reflects on the weight of overthinking (the world, relationships, everything), and how even despite of that, one still does know enough. Being 18 does nothing but confuse you even more. From your ate who has been there, don't bother trying so hard to get the answers and ends. They just come.

16 - And yet another mandatory lo-fi recommendation to break the drama.

17 - When you told me to watch Steven Universe two years ago and I finally did one night while I was new to sleeping in my dorm, I was comforted by that show in ways you can never imagine right now. I'm very grateful because you told me to do it. Hearing Love Like You again after a while floods me with melancholy and joy at the same time. It was time in my life where I was pushed to be an adult, but the show illustrated to me, in the best way possible, that I can do this without leaving any of myself behind. I made peace with the version of myself that I hated because of that. I think I will always attribute Steven Universe to you, so thank you for liking cartoons and sharing them with me. In fact, thank you that when you like something, you share it with me.

18 - This is the most perfect and probably the only way to end this being "of age" playlist. You reminded this to me a few weeks ago, so I'm telling it to you as well, from the wise words of someone who has matured but has and will never let go of our innate magic and light too often forgotten by the pace of this world: don't you ever grow up.

Happy birthday, Moting. I think we understand each other's music taste above surface level as a means of expression and connection. Thank you for being a kind and understanding brother who listens well to me, and who converses with me freely because it helps me grow as a person too. I took note when Taylor Swift said remember your little brother's favorite songs. I don't think these are but I hope you can learn to like them too. I am and will always be proud of you, even when there are times we argue (duh, because we're siblings), no matter what you decide to be as a person, I will always root for you and your fulfillment.

Again, happy birthday. I pray to God that He always keeps you by His side because then I am assured that even when we fail you, and even when you feel inadequate yourself, you are loved still, abundantly, unceasingly, and endlessly. I hope you enjoy your day and another year under God's grace!!! 18 ~ Let's get it ~ lmaoooo

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ambwkpopreads · 6 years

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Purple & Leather- Rich Club Owner Au

Pairing~ taehyungXreader (Ft~no one)

Word Count~2k+

Warning~Alcohol, Public pre-sex

Summary~ You needed to let loose and you went to find that in a club, owned by Kim Taehyung, but you dont know that.

A/N~the gifs are just there to give you a facial expression of his to match, other then that he looks like the gif above! doesn't he look so fucking delicious in all of them!!??

By the way, as i wrote this I listened to BTS and nutted almost every time taehyungs part came on because of this story. Lol also because im using my beats, they are in my fucking head. lolll

ALSO I NEED FEEDBACK IF YOU WANT THE SECOND PART LMAO OF COURSE THERES MORE!

Once you step into the unfamiliar surrounding your sense are immediately heightened. With lots of people stuck together you didn't want unwanted touches. You go right over to the long bar counter and take a seat, well at least try without flashing anyone.

You recently bought a new little black leather dress because you wanted the confidence to go out and have fun. Ever since you graduated college you've just been cooped up in your house relaxing and not doing anything, only because you have done so much for your whole college career.

You haven't gotten laid since a party you went too after midterms, you needed it bad. You wouldn't finally be relaxed.

Just gotta test these men out here, make sure they aren’t creeps.

You order a pretty strong drink. You were definitely not a drinker, so something quick and strong that will get you drunk fast is what you need. Without alcohol you might as well go home alone.

Once your drink comes, it looks about two swallows, so that's what you do and order one more. Sadly he said it was going o be a minute since the other bartender didn't show and there were a lot of people. You sigh and nod, you turn around in the stool and look into the crowd. It was a little darker in the crowd, with colorful lights going everywhere. One the wall were words that you couldn't read because they were too far away. But they were light in pinks and purples. The floors were also purple as well, lit up. Overall it was more purple in the room.

You heard that this club does different colors each night. So you thought black would fit perfectly with anything, and leathers hot. Right?

On the side of the rooms is a glass wall, and right on the other side is a huge group of rich men and women enjoying their night.

Gahh, you’d do anything for one of them.

You see a man walk out of the group and walks to the door, which was glass. He stands and watches the crowd with a glass in his hand. He shakes the glass before taking a sip of it. The wall of glass was a couple of stairs higher then the dance floor which was where everyone was at. So he was looking down.

From this view he was just wow. You would be scared to see him up close, but you are also wondering if he was really all that close up.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you turn around and see the bartender hand you two drinks.

“One is on the house, for the wait.” He smiles softly and walks away. He should of gave me it all free. You think. You look down at the pretty pink drinks. You knew that you probably shouldn't drink both, and you have a slight thought on how you were even going to get home.

Could call a uber.

Fuck it, if you survived...then no partying for a while.

Hopefully.

You grab both drinks and turn back around to the crowd.

You can do this.

You take one more look around you to make sure no one was looking. But then again, why did you face the crowd?

You catch eyes of the man who walked towards the glass door, you quickly look away, thinking that it was was too far away to have even made eye contact. He was probably looking at someone or something nearby.

You shake your head and focus back onto the drinks.You start to count down from three.

You quickly down both drinks in four swallows. You look down before you made a ugly face at the world and exposed yourself. You opened your eyes before you looked up and you see the floor within your whole view, only think else is a pair of expensive ass gucci shoes.

You quickly look up and see him. Right there, in front of you.

Holy.

Fuck.

He was a God.

“Woaa.” He says looking around. That's when you notice that the people who were once around you is now surrounds a good five foot radius around us. “That was impressive.” He says looking you and nodding at the two empty glasses you set behind you.

It felt as if you were a deer caught in the headlights. Your eyes connect and it's like you are stuck. He smiles a little and tilts his head cause the earring in his ear to swing.

“What brings you here tonight?” He asks. It was then you felt every beat the song had in your whole body. He started to get a little blurring. But with a few blinks it was gone. Kinda? The drinks were kicking in.

“To have fun obviously.” You say back, maybe that was a little too harsh. But that thought disappears when you see him smile a little.

“I see, would you like to dance?” He asks you taking a half of a step closer, he tilts his head again and his eyes lower looking right at you.

“There has to be a catch right?” You ask yourself, and he must of heard because he smirks a little. Why would someone that looks like him be asking me to dance. You don't even know how to dance, unless you count just moving your body to the beat in no particular order.

Your eyes travel down and see a loose cloth around his neck, a choker. His style didn't match the theme of tonight, but then again it did. It looked expensive. You look back up at him.

“Why would there be a catch? I just want to dance.” He speaks.

“I don't know how.” You mutter. What if he was a creep. A rich creep.

“That's perfect.” He smiles softly at you and that made your heart start beating fast. Out of everyone here, out of all of those girls in the room he was in, he comes and chooses you?

“Can you tell me your name first?” You ask standing up from your seat. You are just eye height to him thanks to your heels, but his build was so much bigger, you felt smaller than what you really were.

“Dance with me first then I will tell you.” He says quietly.

One dance won't hurt right?

You slip your hand into his much larger one. The warmth surrounds your hand, and that makes you wonder what it would be like if he holds you. He turns around, hands still attached and he walks. He taps on one of the men making the barrier around us and the man walks forward and the stranger guides you into the crowd with the man leading us. When we make it to the middle we make a turn and you get confused. Until you realize where you were heading.

Towards the glass wall. You heart starts beating faster and you pull your hand away catching him off guard. You start walking backwards a little before he caught your wrist and pulls you closer to him. Like your thoughts before his heat wraps around your whole body.

“It's okay, as long at you are with me.” He says into your ear, that's when your body starts to buzz and tingles all over. But when he lets you go and grabs your hand, it all goes right to your arm. You look down at the hands together, eyes not really focusing, wondering why in the hell it felt like your arm was falling asleep.

You both make it to the glass door and you notice a huge security guard in front, he just nods and the man you are with and steps to the side letting us through. When you both walk through the door, you instantly felt like you didn't belong. What you saw earlier was the big group of people, what you didn't see was a dancing crowd just beyond the group of people surrounds the crescent shaped couch. The crowd was smaller than the one out there, and it was also more spaced out. On the other side of the couch was a smaller bar, you didn't see that because it was hidden before the glass began, so it was a normal wall.

“Did you want something to drink?” he asks looking at you looking over at the bar. His voice a lot softer now that it was as loud. You quickly shake your head. You had to put money away just for the drinks you got. You were kind of irritated because you weren't as drunk as your would've been if he never came over.

You couldn't afford another drink, you would just have to deal with the little tipsiness you have now.

“Are you sure?” He whispers into your ear as he walks past you pulling you along to the bar. You were confused to why you legs didn't listen to you when you didn't want to go. No instead your legs followed. What type of shit?

He ordered the drink of his choice, and you couldn't stop staring at him. He was just so memorizing. You felt as if you needed to scan his whole face so you never forget it. He turns to you.

“What would you like?” he asks looking down at you, he laughs a little when he realizes you were staring at him this whole time. But you didn't care, you kept looking.

“Um, something strong and cheap.” You say, you look away when you said cheap. Why did you feel so embarrassed. That's when it hits you for a second time that you didn't belong here.

“Nothing here is cheap.” He says looking up at the tender and telling him another drink. You frown at that and grab his wrist stopping him he freezes and looks down at your hand practically up his jackets sleeve on his wrist, you quickly go to pull away but he quickly sets his other hand on top of yours looking at you.

“I don't want anything then.” You say quickly. The two drinks were set in front of you two.

“Too late. Don't worry it's on me of course.” he says handing you your drink. You nod anyways frowning. Is it too late to leave?

Why was he so intimidating. Fuck.

You look down at the drink in your hand...mhm you could down it in one go.

So you do. When you swallow you see him smiling at you.

“Why don't you taste the alcohol? That was almost 500 dollar alcohol” he says squinting his eyes as if he wanted to see my reaction, which he got because you almost wanted to throw it back up. Of course you didn't show him that, instead you just quickly covered your mouth up and eyes widen. He laughs a little.

“Well… I don't like drinking, but I like being drunk.” You say. Did that make any sense? You didn't even know, all you know is your body was on fire. You needed to move. You see him down his drink as well and he takes your glass and sets them down.

You then hear you favorite song to dance to come on.

“Tomorrow” You whisper instantly wanting to go to the dance floor.

“Dance.” You say to him. He looks down at you and asked you to repeat it. You had whispered it to yourself. But you couldn't, you felt like you couldn't speak, so you just grab his right wrist and pull him towards the crowd. When he realizes what you want, he takes the lead guiding you there.

You felt people looking at you, but you were only focused on the back of his head. This must be a dream right?

When you get there he instantly pulls you up against him, you both facing towards the wall. On the other side of the crowd but still in. He puts his hands on your waist and starts to move your body against his, moving along so that you both were going in the rhythm of the song. Once you got the hang of it you started actually moving your body, and it made everything so much better and smoother.

“Thata girl.” He whispers into your ear moving your hair to one side. As you move to the beat things start getting a lot more heated, as the alcohol really clicks, you close your eyes leaning you head to the side he put your hair at, unintentionally giving him full access to your neck. You reach your hands up and wrap them around his neck pulling his face closer loving the feeling of having him so close.

“Holy fuck baby, come here.” he says grazing his lips up your neck up to your ear, and slowly wrapping You shiver at the feeling. That's when you became aware of the fact that my butt was exactly lined up with his crotch.

You were so turned on that you moaned right then and there. Thankfully the music was loud enough so only he heard it and it was like his body twitched, he couldn't help but thrust right into you one time and that didn't help at all because it just made you moan

again.

He couldn't hold you up anymore let alone himself so he pushes you up against the wall, in the same position. The wall was just there to support.

“Fuck I almost came right there.” He whispers maybe to himself, but you heard him loud and clear.

You needed him right now. You didn't care if it was in front of everyone right now.

You felt him hand go from right under your breasts all the way down to your exposed thighs. Self control wasn't even in your mind right now as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin and the wetness pool down your legs. You cry out.

“God, I love how much you react to my touch.” he openly kisses your neck making your cry out again and start to pant.

You pull one of his hands down your body and right up your dress, feeling that you have no underwear on and how wet you were. With his other hand he rips your hand away then spreads your legs apart now rubbing where you needed him most.

“You are such a naughty naughty girl.” He says a little harshly in your ear and he plays faster. It only turns you on so much.

“Yn, my name is YN.” You moan out needed desperately to hear him say your name.

“Yn huh,” He smirks into your neck.

So. Fucking. Hot.

He sees it before you do and quickly crashes his lips against yours as you cum around his fingers.

You screams were covered by him attacking your lips thrusting his tongue in, barging in without permission. You try your best to kiss him back but you couldn't really focus with your bottom half twitching out of control.

Soon the sensation got too much and scratch at his hands and he finally pulls away.

“Come home with me.” He says into your ear. He runs the hand he didn't use up to your neck. He turns your face to his making you open your eyes. He then lifts his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your juices up. “Please.” he mutters into your neck. You quickly nod and in a blink of an eye he fixes you up and steps away. He then grabs your hand and pulls you through a door to the left. You then see that you both were in a hallway. He starts to walk down the wall toward the door on the end of the hall once again pulling you along.

#kim #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts #club owner au #au #smut #angst #fluff #one night stand #need feedback #kpop #kpop au #korean #bangtan

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sunnysidewrites · 6 years

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Neighbor!Woozi

based on this post hehehe

i just fed yall TWICE. in the span of just 2 DAYS!!! AND THEY’RE BOTH MORE OR LESS THE SAME LONG ASS LENGTH!!! yeah that’s right i went overboard again gtg

happy happy bday to the lovely admin bee of @mansaeboysbe you are such a beautiful person inside and out, and im incredibly proud to know someone like you :’))) i’ve already sent a bday message to you so im not tryna redo it LOL but just know that i love you a whole lot and i always will! 💗💗💗💗💓💓 (she’s also the same person who gave me those beautiful headers on my mlist so please give her tons of love <333) love you sm hub hope you have a wonderful and fantastic day!!!

*to all the mutuals with bdays that have either passed or are coming up, i love you all SO FREAKING MUCH so pls dont feel left out!! it just so happened that i wanted to write this au for a long time and i wanted to present it as a bday gift for this jihoon stan hehe but i rlly love each every single one of u ok babes? <333*

warnings: i feel like i dragged this on for too long but i hope it’s still cute :’)) also i put in a joke like twice LOL anyways lil wooz only gets tongue-tied around you so you become his muse for songs

You were looking for a place to stay in bc “I am a grown adult i am not living with yall anymore” you @ your parents

And they’re like lol ok Good Luck Kiddo

After a month and a half of deeeeep searching you finally find a reasonably priced place to live in

It’s quite a distance from your parents’ home but it’s the point of you moving out to begin with

On the move-in day, you’re carrying your boxes up to your new apartment complex and you hear some tunes drifting from your next door neighbor

And you’re like hey this is actually really good music but i’ve never heard of it

You shrug it off and continue settling in

Once you finished hauling your boxes, you were about to pass out on your couch

Ok you actually did pass out on your couch

But you had to unpack some necessities later that night for bathroom and bedroom purposes

All you had for dinner was pop in some instant ramen and call it a night. You then hopped in the shower and got ready for bed

The following morning it was primarily you unpacking and shifting around your furniture a little but it was challenging by yourself

You were making a good amount of noise and in the middle of the day you were met with a very loud knock on your door

And you were in the middle of unpacking your kitchenware so you were like oh shoot ahh i’ll be right there!!

Little did you know your next door neighbor wasn’t having any of it

Can’t I get some peace and quiet around here? He grumbled as he impatiently waited for you to open the door

I swear, I’m gonna tell them off they won’t even knOW what will hit--

You finally opened the door, and he’s like oh. My gosh.

You had a few pieces of hair sticking to your forehead and your hair was tied back in a messy bun

You were dressed in a faded coral tee underneath a pair of worn-out denim overalls with house slippers

Everything he planned to complain about suddenly vanished and his first thought was:

“Is that Pikachu on your front pocket?”

Apparently he said that aloud, which he didn’t register until he saw you giggling

“Yeah, it was a hand-me-down! Still cute, right?”

And he’s kinda still just staring at you with his mouth slightly agape

And you’re like oh right ahem did you need anything?

That’s when he notices the utter mess behind you: plastic covering still over some of your furniture, half-emptied boxes littered in almost every inch of the floor, etc.

And that’s when it hits him: all that noise was you unpacking

“O-oh yeah, I just,, wanted to let you know that it was getting a little loud since I live right next door”

He silently curses at himself like i almost went off at my new neighbor rip that wasn’t gonna be a good first impression

Luckily for him, you were chill about it and you’re like omg sorry!!! It’s a little tough doing this by myself, sorry for the ruckus

Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “do you need any help?”

Jihoon internally: u doofus u have an album to produce whAT ARE U DOING

Jihoon externally: i can help you :))) no matter how smol i may be

But that internal reprimanding melted away when he saw your eyes light up in relief and you’re practically bouncing up and down

“Would you, really??? It would be great if I had another hand around! Oh, but you’re probably occupied doing something, right??” and you feel bad that a stranger, your next door neighbor nonetheless, was about to abandon his work just for you

A cute neighbor, at that

Jihoon is like ok this is your chance to get away and go back to work cmon man

But there’s just something about you that pulls him in magnetically and he finds himself trying to reason internally that it’ll just be for a “few moments”

Yyyeaaahhh that doesn’t happen lmao rip Jihoon’s songs

Jihoon is just like “nah it’s fine I can help out for a bit” and you’re like god bless this human being

When you open your door further to let him in, he’s like oh right btw I’m Jihoon

“I’m y/n! Sorry about the mess, I only got here yesterday evening”

He shakes his head and quirks up his lips ever so slightly, “i remember when my place looked like this too except replace this space with music production things”

And you’re like ooOOoOoOO you make songs??? That’s amazing!!

And that’s when you got the ball rolling!!!

“A few moments” turn into hours and the next thing you know it’s dinnertime

“Oh crap sorry for keeping you for this long,,, those songs won’t produce themselves, right? I think I can take it from here”

Admittedly, jihoon didn’t wanna leave just yet bc he actually enjoyed your company and it was nice taking a break from staring at his screen frustratedly

“Well, I don’t mind helping out. I could show you my work one day if you want”

And you’re like holy cheeseballs yES

He starts getting up and brushing off his clothes and you’re a little sad that he’s leaving and he kinda is too :(

“If you’re not too busy tomorrow, you’re welcome to help me out more! I mean, you already helped me a whole lot today, but there’s still some things left to do”

As much as his brain is telling him to NOT DO IT,,,,

He does it

Next thing you know, jihoon is at your door again around the same time and he has something in his hand

As you let him inside, you ask him what it is and he’s like ;))))

“It’s a CD that compiled just a few songs I thought you might like”

And you’re #shook bc did he really just have a CD like this out in the open or did he really take his time yesterday to transfer songs on it??

“Do you have a player or a laptop?”

“Yeah, my laptop is on my bed, you can bring it out here!” You shout over your shoulder as you arrange your things in the living room

Shortly afterwards he emerges from the hallway and he presses a few buttons and clicks here and there and beautiful melodies ring out from your speakers

You can’t help but stop rustling to take in the sweet tunes and you’re just like :’))) have i heard anything so beautiful??? :’)))

One of the songs sound vaguely familiar and you realize it’s what you heard when you first arrived here

“Did you actually produce this??? This sounds like an actual song you can hear on the radio”

And he’s like yep made by yours truly!!!

He was only using “yours truly” half-metaphorically if you know what I mean ;)))

You keep bouncing to all the catchy tunes and swaying to the soulful ones

And in all honesty, seeing your reactions makes Jihoon feel really warm and even a little proud bc it’s one of the biggest reasons why he loves his job so much

He makes eye contact with you and you’re like :D and he’s like ahEM COuGh coUGh i’m gonna dust this shelf over here

He suddenly stands up and busies himself and you’re like ???? okie dokie

He’s a real help around the place and you’re practically done settling in

As you survey your fresh living space, you can’t help but feel a little…. Disheartened?

Bc it was actually really fun to have him around even while he made blunt remarks about your taste of decorations

“This looks like something my five-year-old niece would have”

“For your information, I got that from a five-year-old!! It’s cute, alright!”

You spent the past three days with Jihoon unpacking and talking about whatever comes to mind

Jihoon is pretty devastated that he has to go back to his makeshift studio in his room as much as he will never admit it

He eventually leaves your place and the both of you are just sad little puppies

From then on, every time you pass by each other, you greet him with a friendly smile and wave and you never fail to make his heart skip several beats

You don’t talk as much as how you first started bc he’s gotten much busier trying to mass-produce a lot of songs

For some strange reason, every time you hear a melody coming from the other side of the walls, you feel like you’re somehow connected with him

Well, except for the muffled cursing LMAO

And sometimes you would also hear several male voices at once and you’re guessing they’re his friends or the people he’s working with on the song, but based on their friendly banter and the constant run-throughs, it’s probably both

You would hear the same melody play over and over again, and you’re guessing he’s stuck on a certain part of a song as he tries to recreate new melodies from that point on

“aaAAGHGHHHGGHHHH” *deep sigh* me trying to overcome writer’s block LMAO

This would happen for about half an hour and you can’t help but wanting to reach out to him, but you’re not exactly the most musically-inclined person sadly

When he ultimately calms down, he goes back to working on the song until he finally gets the results he desires

More often than not, you fall asleep from hearing the slow ballads he creates with a smile on your face

Lil Jihoon does try to visit you and vice versa!! He sometimes shows up with random food and more CDs and you’re wondering just how many songs has this guy produced in his lifetime??? He looks around the same age as you but he’s probably produced 26+ songs by the way he packs a decent amount on each CD

Usually his excuse to sharing a meal with you is that “the guys brought over too much and i have a ton of leftovers that i can’t finish by myself”

In reality, he stared at a restaurant’s menu and contemplated for about twenty minutes about what you would like. This guy’s got dedication not just for work

“Would it be weird if i get fried chicken?? Maybe just a bowl of noodles?? What if soup is better??? It would give weird vibes if i bought drinks too, right?? Or should i just go ahead and buy them???”

Regardless of what he buys, you’re eager to eat anything and everything with your fav neighbor *wink wonk*

You feel bad when he would do that though, so you try to return the favor every so often as well

One time, you ordered some takeout but the servings were waaaaay bigger than advertised and you’re like Idea!! Let’s head over next door!! So you took the plastic bags and put in some drinks before heading out the door

You knocked on the door and that was when you heard light chatter on the other side of the door

You’re like sldjfljds i hope im not interrupting anything aaa mAYBE I SHOULD JUST LEAVE--

Too late, someone’s voice rang out “I’ll get it!” and next thing you know, the door swings out to reveal a face you’ve never seen before

“Oh, hi!” He says a little surprisedly but with a smile nevertheless

“H-hi, umm,,,, is Jihoon there?”

The guy is nodding his head in the direction of the back hallway, “yeah, he’s in the bathroom” and that’s when he looks down at your hands and his eyes instantly light up

“Omg did you bring food?? You’re so thoughtful!! Come in, come in!!” and before you could protest he literally drags you in and you’re met with a bunch of other strangers who are staring back at you like :oooo????

“Who’s this?? Jihoon never mentioned someone coming over today,, AND YOU CAN’T JUST DRAG SOMEONE IN THIS ISN’T YOUR HOME”

And you’re like ya i didnt know either lmao

You’re awkwardly shifting on your feet and praying jihoon will pop up instantaneously bc you’re gonna melt in embarrassment

“I just wanted to give him some of this,” you hold up your hands to gesture your food, “since it’s too much for me to finish on my own”

“Oh that’s cool! Some of the other guys are actually out to get more lunch, but food goes out fast with all of us here,” another guy says as he pats your shoulder reassuringly. “Well, since you’re already here, you can join us!”

“I-it’s ok! I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything, I just wanted to deliver this,,, I’ll get going” and you’re about to zOOM outta there but the same guy who ushered you in is like nO DONT LEAVE

“We’re taking a lunch break, so it’s cool if you join us! I’m Soonyoung” and he’s like :DDD and you’re just like ,,,, what a hyper guy but i like him

Everyone goes around to introducing themselves

you do a headcount of 8 and you remember there’s more guys getting food for them,,,, holy heck how many people do they have???? You’re about to introduce yourself after them but then

“Soonyoung, who was at the door--” a familiar voice calls out in the hallway before he emerges

And jihoon is like dsljLSJDF what the hELL

“Y/N??? What are you doing here???” *side eyes soonyoung*

And everyone’s making eyes at each other like waIT WAIT THIS IS Y/N???

“Soonyoung dragged me inside”

“Gdi soonyoung, how many times do i have to tell you that you can’t go around dragging people to join us???”

This guy who you think is named Seokmin pipes up, “yeah he does this all the time at our workplace too. A lot of our coworkers always end up extending their stay for far too long” and you’re nodding slowly like yeahhh i can see that happening

Soonyoung’s eyes are widened and he turns to jihoon like “is this the y/n that inspired your recent so--”

And jihoon is quick to cover his mouth so his voice is all muffled

“aHahaAHHAH soonyoung’s always the joker, april fools day!!! Let’s set the table, the others should be back soon”

jihoon whispering to soonyoung: you better sleep with one eye open tonight boi

And you’re like uhh alrighty :)))???

About twenty minutes after you’ve arrived, there’s another knock on the door

Soonyoung is practically bouncing on his way to the door and you can hear more unknown voices

They’re filing in and they suddenly stop and look at you like wait what

Them: :o????

You: :))),,, what up

Jeonghan briefly explains the situation to the guy who came in the door first and you’re lowkey intimidated bc he seems to be eldest and looks like he could beat you up to a pulp

BOY WERE YOU WRONG

After jeonghan tells him, he breaks out into this gigantic, cute gummy smile like welcome!! :DD i’m seungcheol! And the other guys behind him follow suit

Jeonghan’s like “this is,, y/n” and everyone tries to be subtle and nods like they didn’t hear jihoon babble on and on about you for weeks

You: ok why do yall act all weird when my name is brought up whAT DID JIHOON TELL YOU

Them: i would tell you but i don’t wanna die just yet sorry dude

Jihoon, somewhere in the kitchen: SET! THE! TABLE!

You end up staying there for a pretty long time, bonding over the whole feast you have and it’s really lively and fun, not to mention super loud with 13 guys in the same room,,, but you’re genuinely having a good time

Jihoon would glance at you nervously occasionally to check on you if you’re uncomfortable in any way

Jeonghan, who’s sitting next to him, notices jihoon’s eyes are practically glued to you and he’s like “is this the part where you confess your undying love and propose”

And jihoon is like shUT UP NO WHAT this chicken tastes great *quickly chugs down water*

You look back at jihoon sometimes and see he looks flushed but it’s not like he’s drinking alcohol

“Jihoon are you feeling ok?? Your ears are bright red” which obviously makes them redder rip

“I-i’m fine,, wow is it hot in here maybe it’s just the spiciness of the chicken let’s open the windows”

You eventually leave them as much as they protest and even try to get Jihoon to guilt trip you (unsuccessfully)

“Don’t leave just yet y/n!! You should stay, right Jihoon???”

“Huh?? O-oh yeah, I mean, you can if you want,,,,, we kinda need to work though”

Everyone’s looking at jihoon like bro wTF are u kidding me

Rip reader i can feel your heart drop :’(((

You’re feeling slightly dejected but you nod understandingly. You’ve already stayed far longer than you anticipated anyways, and work comes first for Jihoon

“Yeah, I totally get it! Good luck on the album guys!” You put on your shoes and close the door

When they finally hear your own door close, they’re attacking jihoon like

“SO Y/N IS THE ONE BEHIND ALL YOUR SAPPY LOVE SONGS HUH!!!”

“I knew it, the lyrics just suddenly got cheesier -- there had to be someone behind all of that”

And jihoon is just praying you won’t hear what they’re saying like “SHUT UP THESE WALLS ARE THIN”

Back at your apartment, it suddenly feels much emptier and lonelier

“What am i doing,,, I just met the guys for like two hours???”

You sigh and you try to busy yourself doing other things but you hear a loud commotion on the other side of the walls with just a bunch of incoherent shouting

You smile and laugh to yourself when you think about how close they all are

Your smile slowly fades when you start wishing you wanna be close to Jihoon and you’re like snAP OUT OF IT!!!

A couple of weeks pass by uneventfully but you notice that Jihoon has gotten more reserved around you

It’s just him being bashful around you and he panics every time he sees you but obviously he doesn’t want you to know that

You’re standing at your little mini balcony and admiring your cute little cactus plants

Just as you start thinking about him and his wellbeing, you hear your name and you’re like wHO’S THERE

You look down and see Jihoon staring back at you and honestly he looks like he’s awestruck by your whole beauty bc seriously everything you wear always looks super good to him

[insert photo]

(also pretend he’s holding plastic bags)

He holds up his hands and you’re laughing bc you know exactly what that means

“Come on up!”

There’s a knock on your door promptly afterwards and what do you know!!! It’s the man himself!!!

It’s just funny how the both of you have this ongoing routine that you know what to expect

When you let him in, he places the bags on your table and quickly smiles to himself when he sees your laptop on your bed

You and Jihoon both mindlessly do your respective roles as usual

He slowly comes out in the living room with your laptop and he’s like “so the album is pretty much done now,,, i can’t release all of the songs yet but there’s one i want you to listen to. I’ll show you after we eat”

You’re like ooo im excited and you start catching up with him as you’re eating

You can’t contain your excitement any longer, so as soon as you eat the last bit of your food, you’re like “oKAY SHOW ME IT NOW” as you’re restlessly shifting on your legs

He nods and pulls up the media player on your laptop. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before pressing play

It’s a melody you’re quite acquaintanced with after hearing it countless times at night, the same tune that lulls you to sleep

You have high expectations for this song, and surely he surpasses them with flying colors

You’re enjoying the song and telling him “wow this is a really good song!” when suddenly some lyrics catch your attention

You hear something about messy hair pulled back, ruffled clothes, eating meals

And you’re like huh that sounds a lot like us haha is that supposed to be me??

Jihoon is avoiding eye contact with you and looking down at his fidgeting hands as the song progresses in its later verses

The lyrics talk about wanting to develop a deeper relationship, one where “it’s okay to tell me anything, your hardships and desires. I just want to see you smile” and you’re like wait,,,,

And one of the final lyrics says something about “i can’t help feeling like this, will you accept my hand?” and you’re like wait wait w a i t

The song comes to an end and silence fills the room

You’re not sure whether you should speak up first or wait for him, but either way you’re speechless and wouldn’t know what to say anyways

Jihoon clears his throat awkwardly and stumbles on his words poor bby

“S-so, yeah,,,, I’ve been working on this one the longest,,,, umm do you,,, like it?”

But you know better that he’s not just talking about the song

“Nah sorry man i’m not interested”

“O.”

April fools kiddos ofc you are

“....yeah. I do like it”

And he finally brings himself to look at you and he’s like !!!!! really????

“Wait, for real??? You actually like it???”

He’s pretty much paralyzed in shock and all he can do is watch your hand move towards his and hold it

“I like it a lot, Jihoon :)”

He blinks slowly and he can’t fight the grin that spreads on his face as he grips your hand back

“I’m accepting your hand now heehee ^^”

“Okay let’s not talk about that”

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