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usercupid · 11 months

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Mixed Signals

hi yall! i know i have a history of making fics then disappearing but i actually have plans into making this a series! i don’t know how long it’ll span but i’m thinking 3 or 4 chapters so stay tuned if u like the story! 🪷🤍 also srry the ending is rushed cause im tired and just want to finish this!

elliot x fem reader

lowercase on purpose

not proofread

2.3k words

synopsis; you and elliot were best friends, and despite being flirtatious, there was never really anything going on between you two.. right?

Chapter 1: History class

junior year was rough. the new schedule adjustments, not knowing anyone in this new school, and being smart enough to not completely fail but also not smart enough to effortlessly pass all weighed down on you. you could get by being alone, but it was never easy. that was up until you met elliot.

“elliot, we have to finish this history project.” you advised. of course, you didn’t actually mean we. you always ended up carrying the weight of the work whenever you worked with him. normally, doing all the work in a group project would drive you up the wall. but whenever you got around elliot, you felt as if his presence was enough. you never pushed for anything more from him.

he was also your first best-friend, and you were his. nothing could compare to the nights you spent on the phone with him, whether you were doing algebra homework, or trying to pick out a dress for your first party, he was always there.

elliot took a pull from the blunt you both were smoking and it became infinitely hard for you to not stare. “y/n,” elliot started as he exhaled the smoke, “we have more than 2 weeks to finish this. and all we really have to do is copy what we wrote in our notebooks onto the poster board! it can’t be that difficult angel”

there was that nickname again. he’s used it plenty of times before now, but its weight never faltered because it always made you weak in the knees.

“but still, i’d like to finish this now so we have time for ourselves later,” you sighed, and in an attempt to hide your flustered face, you began copying down your notes to your poster.

“time for ourselves? what do you have in mind?” elliot teased as a sly smile appeared on his face, taking another hit from the blunt.

he didn’t know if the weed was making him bolder, or if it was the way the light from his window perfectly dawned on your relaxed figure, but elliot began to admire your features.

you were so soft with him, never making him feel smaller than you. always taking his feelings into consideration and looking out for him. even now, where you seem uptight, elliot couldn’t help but admire.

he couldn’t pinpoint just exactly what about you in this moment was enticing him like never before, but regardless of what it was, he couldn’t stop staring. and unbeknownst to elliot, you sensed him eyeing you down.

“y’know if you keep looking at me like that, i won’t get any work done.” you giggled, looking up at him.

“well that would be just terrible” he mused as he got up from his seat on the floor and moved closer to you on the bed to pass you the joint. he then held the blunt up to your lips and as you inhaled, you looked up at him. his eyes were low, red, and they never seemed to leave yours. he was so close, you were able to feel the warmth radiating off his body, and somehow, you never felt more comfortable.

his cool fingertips had just barely grazed your lips but that single, electrifying touch left you longing for more of him, and it took every ounce of strength you had to not ask.

after what felt like a century (but was just 6 seconds), he removed the blunt from in between your lips and watched you inhale the smoke, then exhale slowly. everything you did was hypnotic to him, and he couldn’t get enough.

the next day, you sat with jules and rue in the cafeteria. elliot decided to eat off campus for lunch, and you were glad that you hadn’t seen him all day yet. if you were being honest, you had been avoiding him all day.

you weren’t mad or upset at him by any means, but you just didn’t know what to say to him. i mean, what could you say? your relationship was always flirty, so why has it just hit you now?

“can i tell you guys something?” you blurted to your friends sitting across from you.

as you asked, you started to mindlessly scroll through you and elliot’s messages. you had never thought your feelings towards elliot were anything other than platonic up until a few weeks ago, and yesterday had only confirmed that you wanted him more than you’d like to admit.

“yeah sure, wassup?” rue asked, munching on her sandwich

“would you ever see me and elliot as.. you know,” you hesitated, “a thing? like together?”

“wait.. you guys aren’t ‘a thing?’” mocked jules. “i could've sworn you guys we’re together!?”

rue laughed to herself as she began to speak, “yeah i mean, you guys are always flirting with each other? i just assumed you guys were dating ‘nd just didn’t say.”

“you think so?” you questioned, fiddling with your well-manicured nails. you never saw anything between elliot and you until recently so there is no way that everyone else saw what you were so blind to.. right?

“yes, y/n, oh my god! i can’t believe you guys aren’t already dating!” jules exclaimed while giggling with rue. “i never want to hang out with the two of you alone because i feel like a third wheel!”

you were utterly surprised by the words that were coming out of your best friend's mouths. there was no way other people could see you guys together. there was no way they truly thought that.

you made a face as if all the gears in your head were turning, and in all honesty, they were. they were working their hardest as you started thinking that if everyone sees you both as a couple, that would have to mean he shows some sort of romantic feelings for you, right? he has to have looked at you in some way or said something to make everyone think you guys went out, right?!

“wait so you think he likes me too?” you excitedly asked.

“if his goo-goo eyes everytime you walk in weren’t a dead giveaway to how he feels, you should know he speaks about you every second of the day..” jules confessed, “whenever he starts telling me pointless ass stories about things you’ve guys have done together, i honestly just zone out.”

“how haven’t you noticed any of this? it’s so stupidly obvious, it’s not even funny” rue mumbled with a mouth full of food.

“i don’t know?! i just never thought of him — or us like that!” you said, laughing exasperatedly.

“probably ‘cause she’s in love too!” jules teasingly exclaimed. you knew she was joking, but for as long as you’ve known him, all you ever wanted to do was spend all day with him. he always showered you with attention and quality time. and even if he didn’t, you’d still drop everything to be with him. there was never any words or actions that needed to be spoken or done between the two of you in order for you to feel appreciated and loved.

loved. you would never bat an eye if you used that word to describe your relationship with him before.

“you guys should just get together,” rue said, crashing your train of thought as she gathered her stuff for her next class, “you're both ‘best friends’ already so nothing would have to change, right?”

you didn’t respond.

on one hand, it seemed like there was absolutely nothing to lose. apparently, he’s given multiple signs that he likes you so why not? why couldn’t you shake the feeling that everything would change?

“y/n, you don't have to make a decision right now, but remember that elliot would never do anything to make whatever you guys have going on weird. he genuinely cares,” jules reaffirmed, standing up from the table.

“thanks jules, but i honestly don’t think i’m gonna ‘make a decision.’ i just want to let things work themselves out so i don’t have to” you said, getting you things and going to your history class.

walking into your class, you immediately sensed elliot was there, despite him being sat in the far back. you didn’t really know what to say after that night in his room, on top of the bombshell rue and jules had just dropped on you.

as you walked into the class, you tried to scan for an empty seat that wasn’t the seat next to him. normally, you’d sit there with no hesitation, but you hadn’t prepared yourself enough to have the conversation that so desperately needs to be held.

fuck. you thought as you saw there were no more empty seats, annoyance written on your face.

you made your way to the desk nexts his and tried your hardest to avoid any unnecessary eye contact.

skipping this class would’ve been easier than enduring 45 minutes next to someone you’re trying your hardest to steer clear of but some shit just can’t be helped.

as you sat down and the lesson began, everything seemed to be going well except for the watchful pair of eyes that followed your every move.

you felt them as you picked up your pencil to jot down notes, as you took a sip from your water bottle, to when you opened your phone. you felt your energy being snuffed by his piercing gaze.

“maybe if i just ignore him he’ll stop.” you hoped to yourself.

15 minutes had gone by and he has not stopped once. you couldn’t figure out if he was doing it on purpose to make you freak out or if he was just that nosey but you finally had enough.

“don’t stare, it’s rude.” you seethed silently, looking at him for the first time since class started

“oh you decided you want to talk to me now? to what do i owe the honor” elliot haphazardly taunted.

“damn he noticed i was ignoring him” you thought to yourself.

“only ‘cause you’ve been staring at me for the past like, 15 minutes?”

“only ‘cause you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“i haven’t been ignoring you?” lie 1.

“you haven’t?”

“no” lie 2.

“so why haven’t you said a word to me like, all day?”

“we just have nothing to speak about” lie 3.

“you sure? cause i heard something completely different from jules”

of course.

of course she was the reason you got caught in your lies. you internally laughed to yourself and left a mental note to never trust jules with anything even mildly important again.

but on the bright side, thank god he stopped interrogating you or else your conscience would’ve started eating you alive to feed all those lies you were spouting. i guess in an odd way, you’d be able to thank jules for saving your conscience. or maybe not.

“oh really?” you smirked “what did jules tell you then?” you couldn’t let your facade fall. you knew how to work your way out of shit, even if jules mucked up your oh-so-amazing plan.

“not much” elliot replied, “she just told me you had something to say to me”

you sighed to yourself. you could either keep playing this game of avoiding talking about your situation-ship, or come clean and possibly ruin what you both have.

you know that there’s a chance that he wants you back. but why ruin what you both have right now? it’s like when you’re doing your eyebrows and they’re absolutely perfect, but you keep plucking at them to make them even better, and before you know it, you end up over plucking and now have 2 uneven brows!

why ruin what’s already been so good to you? you’re both fine with what you were.

“well she was wrong,” you finally said. “do you have anything to say to me?” a tinge of hopefulness written in that question.

after a few seconds of silence, he replied,

“no.”

see, you knew you shouldn’t have pushed it. everything could’ve been gone in a matter of seconds.

“cool.” you uttered.

you picked up a blackberry from the bowl of fruit you were snacking on and ate it while retelling maddy and cassie everything that happened in history yesterday.

“cool?” maddy repeated “why the fuck would you say cool y/n?”

“yeah you’re giving him mixed signals” cassie chimed in.

“i honestly didn’t know what else to say like, i knew if i said anything more, i could ruin 3 years worth of friendship.”

“yeah but by not saying anything you could’ve ruined 3 years worth of friendship” sighed cassie “if one day you guys were hotboxing in his room getting close, and the next you’re giving him the cold shoulder, what’s he supposed to think?”

“it’s not like he wanted to speak about it though so why should i be the one that has to?” you asked, popping a mango cube in your mouth.

“so you want him to come to you?” maddy questioned, “i’m confused why you’re even stuck over him anyway. if you’re not dating why is your relationship this stressful? take advantage of you’re stress-free, single life girl!”

“maybe you’re right about that, i mean, if we’re not together why am i even overthinking this?” you giggled, sitting up from your bed.

“no yeah, don’t stress over shit like this. if you want him to make the first move and he doesn’t, just stay friends and find someone else” maddy suggested.

just as maddy said that, a notification popped up on your phone.

elliot 🤍; do u want to come over tmr?

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sassycheesecake · 19 hours

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"Hello everyone, I’m going ta do a -" The young Miya chef starts to speak into a video camera, his black shirt carrying his restaurant logo over his right pec muscle. His black messy hair looks like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago, which he secretly did because Atsumu has shown up at seven in the goddamn morning to remind Osamu of the bet that the younger twin has lost only a month ago.

The Miya twins challenged each other to do the Chubby Bunny challenge and when Osamu was about to win, you came running into the living room in just a towel because you saw a cockroach on the bathroom wall and didn't know that Atsumu came over while you were in the shower. The chef almost choked on the marshmallows when he saw you in a single towel, causing Atsumu to shriek in victory with his mouth full of marshmallows as well. In the end, you had to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on both of them.

Since it’s off-season for the professional volleyball player, he has nothing better to do than bother his younger brother and Osamu‘s pretty partner on a regular Saturday morning.

"You’re not even going to introduce yourself?" You interrupt him with a little laugh behind the counter with the video camera, where you are seated next to Atsumu so you can film your boyfriend.

"I’m Osamu Miya and today-" The ravenette starts again.

"Ya forgot ta mention the great Atsumu Miya's twin brother-" Atsumu adds cheekily, interrupting him yet again.

Osamu can’t stop the highly aggravated sigh escaping from him, and he sends his brother a death glare behind the camera.

“ANYWAY- I am going ta show ya’ll how ta make a simple deep fired shrimp onigiri. Joinin' me today is my beautiful assistant an' partner-in-crime, (Y/N)." The grey-eyed twin looks behind the camera where you are seated.

You look up with a surprised face, clearly not expecting to be helping your boyfriend.

Scooching off the bar stool in front of the counter, you hop down and make your way with slow steps to Osamu who watches you with adoration and fondness in his gray eyes.

"What’s the first step?" You ask excited, almost hopping up and down like an excited puppy.

Osamu gives you one of his rare breathtaking smiles, feeling his heart speed up by the happiness on your face.

"Well first, we need ta make sure we got all the ingredients for makin' this." The black-haired chef explains while the camera zooms out a bit and the viewer is able to see the laid out ingredients for making the dish.

Osamu points to each ingredient, explaining what it is, what you need it for and how much you need of it.

"Looks like we got everythin'. Ya ready?" Osamu leans on the counter as he watches you with a grin.

"Yes, chef." You giggle and roll up your sleeves on your hoodie.

You can hear Atsumu gag behind the camera as he hears your flirting.

"Alright. First, yer gonna crack an egg in a bowl an' whisk it, afterwards yer gonna add the flour an' the cold water. Mix all together. Add some spices so it’s not completely flavorless. Ya followin' so far?" Osamu raises his dark eyebrow as he asks you.

You do as he says, nodding in confirmation.

"Good. Now yer gonna put that off ta the side an' grab the other bowl with the flour innit an' put the shrimp in there."

Grabbing the already peeled shrimp out of the fridge, you dump them in the flour and mix it together, making sure that there are no bare parts left on the shrimp.

"Now what?"

"Now yer gonna dip the shrimp in da batter, hold it by its tail and then dunk it a few times in there. I already prepared da fryin' oil pot but I don’t wantcha ta hurt yerself so please let me do the fryin'." Osamu looks at you with his stunning ash-grey eyes and every time he looks at you with those eyes, it makes you weak in the knees, so all you do is stare at him with big eyes and nod your head.

The chef chuckles at your reaction and those chuckles send shivers down your spine.

"(Y/N), yer startin' ta drool over mah brother. Try ta tame yer thoughts please, I can hear them from here." Atsumu teases you with a mischievous grin.

Feeling your face heat up a thousand degrees, you watch as your boyfriend skillfully puts the shrimp in the frying pot, turning them over occasionally because taking them out to put them on a drying tray.

"Leave mah girl outta this. She just knows that I am a lot hotter than you." Osamu explains as he finishes the last bit of frying the shrimp.

"Yannow, if I'd known ya would be disgustin' like this, I would have stayed at home." Atsumu scrunches up his face.

"Door's right over there." Osamu mentions his head towards his front door, clearly not bothered and more than happy to have some alone time with you.

Atsumu pouts and slumps over the counter.

"(Y/N) do something. Yer ass of a boyfriend wants to kick me out." The Setter looks at you for help, giving you those brown puppy eyes.

Curse twins and their equally good looks.

"We still need Atsumu for making the video. And he can clean up afterwards since we are both cooking." You grin up at the younger twin.

"I ain’t cleanin' shit."

"He’s not gettin' anywhere near my damn kitchen."

The twins say in sync.

You laugh at their words, setting the already cooked sticky rice on the counter next to the shrimp, along with the seaweed strips, salt, water and boiled sauce for dipping the cooked shrimp in, before putting it into the rice onigiri.

The restaurant owner shows you how it’s done step by step, being slow with his movements, so you know how it’s done.

During the trying to copy his movements, the blonde excused himself to use the restroom and Osamu uses the chance to get closer to you.

He stands behind you, putting his giant hand over yours to help you shape the onigiri. He does it on a daily basis and you’re so happy that you are his and he is yours only.

"Try doin' it yerself." The dark-haired man whispers in your ear, sending shivers all over your body and getting goosebumps by his dark voice.

You feel his strong heartbeat against your back and your breathing picks up a bit. Leaning his head next to yours on your shoulder, you feel his smile against your cheek as he watches you try to shape the next onigiri by yourself.

Holding the somewhat triangular-shaped onigiri (it’s more heart shaped actually), you present it to him with an unsure look.

All of sudden, Osamu took a large bite out of it, getting some rice on his lips, shocking you a little bit even though you should have seen this coming, this is Osamu Miya after all.

Humming in bliss, your lover swallows the food before giving you a flirtatious look, turning you around so you’re standing face-to-face.

"Compliments to the chef."

Smiling in delight, the ravenette places a smooth and loving kiss onto your lips, pulling you closer to his body.

You forget the world around you, it’s just you and Osamu. And nothing else matters.

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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I'm Not Quitting.

Kim Namjoon/Reader

Summary: Namjoon gets fed up of always being apart from you, so he asks you to quit your job...

Warnings: established relationship, idol!au, angst, smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming.

Word Count: 1947 M.list

You sighed in relief as you finally stepped through the threshold of your home. You lifted one of your feet up and rubbed at the sore pad caused by your heels.

‘Joon are you here? You wouldn’t believe the da I’ve had.’ You shouted into the apartment, stretching out your arms as you walked.

You passed by Namjoons home studio as you moved to the bedroom. Peaking your head inside, you saw him lazily pushing buttons as if he wasn’t really focusing on the task he was working on.

‘Hey Joonie.’ You smiled, walking towards him. Since he wasn’t wearing headphones, he whipped around in his chair. He had a deep frown on his face as he stared at you.

‘You ok?’ You asked, confused by his expression.

‘You’re late.’ He deadpanned.

‘Ugh don’t remind me.’ You flopped down on the small sofa in the corner of the room. ‘I tried to get out early but then we had a load of new client info come through.’ You pulled your knees up and leaned your head down to rest on your folded arms on the arm rest of the chair.

‘I’m here now though.’ You smiled lightly, staring up at him. He had yet to say another word to you, still giving you the same look, before scoffing and shaking his head.

‘Yeah I’m sure you tried real hard to leave.’

‘What?’ You lifted your head up in shock, not expecting his harsh tone. He sighed, taking a deep breath to calm down before he said something he would regret.

‘Listen. I think you should quit your job.’ He announced confidently, gaze unwavering, even when you fully sat up in shock.

‘What do you mean I should quit!?’ You squeaked out, not understanding why he would even suggest that.

‘You always complain about it, plus we hardly spend time together since you got that promotion.’ He argued, throwing his hands up in the air, as if he didn’t understand why you couldn’t understand.

‘Joon I worked hard to get that promotion! Of course I need to put a few more hours in until I get situated!’ You were now on your feet, voice raised as you looked down on him. You felt your blood boil when he rolled his eyes and turned back to his monitor.

‘Whatever.’ He mumbled.

‘Hey! You don’t get to do that!’ You hissed, grabbing the back of his chair and once again spinning him to face you. He couldn’t bring up a serious topic like that, then just try to end it. No way. Namjoon sprung up as soon as you touched the chair, causing you to jump back.

‘What do you want me to say Y/N!?’ He exclaimed, taking a step towards you. ‘You don’t need that stupid job, I can support you, give you anything you need. I don’t get why you wouldn’t want that.’ He continued to rant as you stood there wide eyed with you back against the wall. The silence was heavy when he stopped talking. Only sounds being both your shallow breathing as you stared at each other.

You stayed for a moment longer, before leaving the room without a word. You speed walked to the bedroom and started throwing a few essentials into an overnight bad. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you refused to show any weakness in front of him after how he’d spoken to you.

All you wanted to do after work was spend a relaxing evening with your partner, maybe have a nice dinner and talk about your day and see where the night goes.

You seriously had no clue where this mentality of his had come from. A few weeks prior when you came home, crying tears of joy at receiving the promotion you had worked your whole career for, he was simply ecstatic for you. Pulling out all the stops to make sure you celebrated properly, so what’s with the change of heart?

‘Y/N? What are you doing? Don’t be rash...’ He tried to grab your arm as you packed, but you shrugged him off.

‘Y/N please just talk to me.’ He pleaded, starting to panic slightly.

‘And say what Joon?’ You sighed without looking back at him.

‘I’m not quitting my job and being your stay at home pet.’ He winced when you said that, brows scrunching together.

‘You know that’s not what I meant..’ He mumbled, refusing to meet your gaze. You scoffed but decided to say nothing as you picked up your bag and walked to the front door, once again putting on your uncomfortable heels. He shuffled up behind you and just stood there with a defeated look on his face. He knew there was no point in trying to convince you that night, knowing how badly he’d screwed up.

‘I’m gonna stay with a friend tonight. You looked over your shoulder to see his shoulders drop and nod sadly. With that, you walked out the door and drove away.

When you had shown up at Yoongi’s apartment well past midnight, let’s just say that he was less than pleased, though he still allowed you to stay without much of a fuss. He could see you were upset and he wasn’t about to send his friend away into the dead of night.

You sat on Yoongi’s sofa the next morning, nursing a strong cup of coffee to fight off exhaustion, as you didn’t get much sleep the night prior.

‘Are you planning on going home today? Namjoon’s been texting me.’ Yoongi walked over and sat next to you.

‘You told him I’m here?’ You groaned slightly, looking over to him with a glare.

‘Obviously I told him. He’s worried and knows he was an idiot last night.’

‘I’d use stronger words than idiot.’ You chuckled slightly.

‘Isn’t that the truth.’ He mumbled, agreeing with you before sighing.

‘Listen. Just go home and talk to him. He’ll listen, you know he will.’ Breathing out a sigh you nodded.

‘Yeah. You’re right.’

Yoongi helped you to re pack your bag and walked you to the door. You pulled him into a quick hug.

‘Thank you for letting me stay here.’

‘Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of it.’ He joked light heartedly.

‘I don’t plan to.’

As soon as he heard the click of the door, Namjoon was on his feet in a flash, meeting you at the door.

‘Hi.’ He tmidly spoke, unsure if he should speak first or not.

‘Hi.’ You simply replied back. There was a beat of silence.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I figured you would want some space.’ You nodded and tried to hide your smile at his thoughtfulness. You dropped your bag to the floor with a thud, before looking him in the eye.

‘I’d like to talk now, if you’re willing to listen. You spoke pointedly.

‘Yeah, yeah, of course!’ Namjoon stammered as he gestured for you to lead him to the living room couch. Namjoon was shocked when you reached out and took his hands once you were both sitting. He didn’t expect you to be so willing show him affection, but he wasn’t about to question it.

‘I’m gonna talk, and I just want you to listen for now, ok?’ You asked softly. He nodded quickly, gesturing for you to continue.

‘I know I’ve been taking more hours, but it’s only temporary whilst I get on my feet at my new position.’ You paused for a second, thinking about how you should phrase your words.

‘I’ve had to go through months of being alone when you are on tour, so I thought you of all people would understand.’ He looked away, ashamed at how hypocritical he had been. You had always been amazing when it came to his career. Never once complaining when he had to leave, and even taking the time to visit him on tour on multiple occasions.

‘I’m not quitting my job.’ You said definitively. ‘ The last thing I want is to be dependant on you. Coming to you when I want to buy something or even go out with friends. It’s humiliating to think about.’ You cringed just thinking about it.

When you didn’t speak for a few moments, Namjoon took that as his cue.

‘I know I was wrong to ask that of you, especially since I know you love your job.’ His voice wavered slightly and he freed one of his hands to wipe at a tear that threatened to fall.

‘I’ve been stressed and overworked and I know that’s not an excuse.... But I’m sorry.’ He poured his heart out to you. You could tell that he genuinely was sorry and didn’t mean what he had said.

You smiled and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

‘If you want to make it up to me, you can cook for me tonight.’ You teased with a smirk, letting him know he was forgiven. Namjoon sighed out in relief and leaned into your hand.

‘I’ll cook for a whole year if you wanted me to!’

‘Don’t be dramatic.’ You giggled and leaned in to kiss him. You had only meant for it to be a quick peck, but he latched onto you and pulled you forwards to straddle his lap, deepening the kiss as a result. The sudden movement took you by surprise, but you soon relaxed into the kiss. Bringing your hand up, you ran your fingers through his short hair, tugging slightly and making him groan out. You smirked against his lips when you feel something pressing against your inner thigh.

‘Something on your mind?’ You teased, pulling away and biting you lip to stifle a laugh.

‘Always you.’ He grumbled lowly as he started to grind himself into you. You both wore thin clothing that morning, so you could feel everything.

‘I just realised it’s been a while since we’ve done this.’ You said breathlessly as you alsow ground down on him, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life.

‘Yeah.’ Namjoon stuttered out. His fingers dug deeply into your hips before he suddenly pushed you away.

‘Fuck. I need to be inside you right now.’ He frantically started to push down his trousers and underwear, whilst you stood and disregarded everything from the waist down. He held his hands out to you, beckoning you to climb back onto him, which you quickly did.

He lined himself up and you lowered yourself down onto his length.

‘Damn, I’ve missed this.’ He moaned out, head tilted back as short breaths left his mouth. You nodded in reply and leaned in to capture his lips in a deep kiss as you began to move.

The two of you had either been too busy or too tired to even think about sex recently, so you knew that neither of you would be lasting very long that morning. That didn’t matter though/

The moans from the living room got louder and more frequent as you both came undone, entangled in each others arms. You lay your head on his chest whilst you caught your breath. His arms tightly locked around your body as he placed loving kisses on the top of your head.

After a few moments, Namjoon made to lift you so you could both get cleaned up, but you clung tightly to his body, unwilling to move just yet.

‘Let’s stay like this for a while. I like feeling you inside me.’ You whispered against his chest, suddenly feeling quite sleepy. He chuckled slightly from above you, and lifted his hand to stroke your hair.

‘Anything for you baby.’

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writtenonreceipts · 7 months

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Rowaelin Month Day Twenty Two: Magic/Shifting Lessons with the Kids @rowaelinscourt

Month Masterlist

~1k words, another day of poor editing

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Father and Son

The screams were what drew Rowan’s attention first.

He couldn’t scent any blood so he knew it wasn’t terribly urgent. Nor could he scent any pain either. But when his children were involved, it was best to put an end to screaming as soon as possible. The last time he and Aelin had tried to let them scream it out the entire west wing of the palace had nearly been destroyed.

So, Rowan picked up his pace as he rounded the corner down to the practice yard where he knew his two oldest should have been working on their sword formations. He came face to face with a young soldier instead, likely on his way to find him or Aelin.

“Ah, your highness,” the young fae said. He bowed shortly, refusing to meet Rowan’s gaze. “The children--”

“Are causing problems again, aren’t they?” Rowan finished. The soldier’s eyes only widened to a comical size. “I’ll see to them.”

Without saying anything else, he swept past the soldier and out to the yard. It indeed was chaos.

Two of the practice dummies had been obliterated. Hay streaked in every direction, barrels overturned, and Meiri stood center of it all. Her blonde hair was, as always, in disarray, and her tunic mussed up. She pointed her wooden practice sword at a crate where Rowan could just make out Finlay hiding behind.

Oh good. They were getting along swimmingly.

“Come out, Finlay!” Meiri shouted. She was sixteen and well on her way to taking over the world. “You can’t hide behind that.”

“You’re cheating.” Finlay, nearly fifteen, kept his position with his own practice sword clutched in his hands. ��

Rowan could at least pride himself on the fact he insisted they not use real weapons on each other unless he, Lorcan, or Aedion were present.

“I’m not cheating!”

“Are too!”

“You can use magic too, if you actually tried!”

Meiri’s words were not meant to be cruel exactly, but she was young and confident and could be rather arrogant in her own abilities. Exactly like her mother. And Rowan knew how Finlay would take the words all the same.

He waited until Meiri finally noticed him.

“Da!” she exclaimed. “Would you please tell Fin this isn’t how you fight. He’s embarrassing himself, really.”

“Stand down, Meir,” Rowan said. He dipped his chin at his daughter who frowned, but lowered the wooden sword all the same.

Rowan nodded in approval before going to the crate where Fin was still hiding behind. It wasn’t often that the lad acted like this. He was indeed proud and hated displaying weakness of any sort. But he was also still young and barely coming into maturity. Rowan could only guess what was going on in his son’s head. So he eased himself onto the ground right beside Fin, crossing his arms over his knees in a relaxed position.

Finlay groaned. “Oh, would you just leave me alone?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and banged his head against the crate.

“I’m the only one equipped to handle the two of you when you get like this,” Rowan reminded his son.

“Meiri’s insane,” Fin hissed.

“I heard that!” Meiri shouted from behind them.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Not now, Meiri.”

His words were followed by a huff and stomping feet. Rowan waited a bit longer until he knew Meiri had fully retreated to the weapons room. He looked at his son.

Finlay was a near replica of Rowan himself. Silver hair, tan skin, and green eyes. Though…Rowan would swear Fin’s eyes changed on occasion. No matter. It was still a bit disconcerting at times to remember the fact that he, Rowan Whitethorn, had a son. Even if he’d had over a decade to get used to the fact.

“What happened?” Rowan asked. “Couldn’t summon ice or couldn’t aim?”

Fin said nothing as she stretched his long legs out before him.

“By the looks of it, you got a bit out of control?” Rowan pressed.

Fin banged his head against the crate again.

“It’s hard to control early on,” Rowan said, he tried to channel the way his own father trained him and not what he had learned trapped in Maeve’s oath. “Even harder when you’re still growing into yourself, maturing--”

“Stop talking da,” Fin said, finally looking at him. It was more like a glare but Rowan would take it.

He smothered a grin and knocked his shoulder with Fin’s. “It’s alright to struggle with your magic. But you can’t let your temper control you.”

Fin scowled. “I don’t let it control me.”

“Then why will we need to have the servants make new practice dummies?” Rowan asked. He didn’t want to embarrass his son or make this situation worse than it could potentially be. But sometimes you had to press and dig to get the answers you wanted. “Seems like something happened.”

Fin kept his eyes trained forward to an alcove across the practice yard. It was left in afternoon shadows but was as innocuous a place as any to train your attention when avoiding confrontation.

For a moment, Rowan wondered if he should call Aelin here. She’d struggled with controlling her magic and it hadn’t been centuries since that happened. Unlike with Rowan. He could still remember the vague sense of frustration, but it truly had been an age since he’d struggled so much.

“Finlay,” Rowan began as she stretched his legs out before him. “Sometimes, getting better at something takes longer than we think it will, but that doesn’t mean we give up on it.”

Fin continued scowling. “Meiri teases me for losing control. I’m trying, I’m trying really hard, da.”

It was true that Meiri’s magic had always come easily to her, that she didn’t struggle with it, that it was simply a natural extension of her being. And even though Fin had displayed his magic early on--he’d always had a difficult time reigning it in.

“That’s just Meiri,” Rowan sighed. “But she is your sister, and you do actually have to talk to her about things. Or we can have one big family dinner and talk about what it’s like to grow up and change.”

“No!” Fin shouted, grabbing the front of Rowan’s shirt. “That’ll just make it worse.”

Rowan chuckled, unable to help it. He stood and offered a hand to Fin.

“C’mon then,” he said. “I helped train your mother. I can help train you too.”

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not ready to try tagging again... but as always, thanks for reading friends

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twice-inamillion · 8 months

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Member/ House Update

(Bit of smut and fluff)

Chapter 204

1067 Words

( Update on members, a little smut and a house update)

The Twicelights World Tour is coming up, and the first stop is Bangkok within a few days. Many things have gone throughout the house. After Nayeon’s first time, she has been a bit energetic and has been wanting some personal time. Lately, she has been enjoying the morning session just before heading down for breakfast, and Jeongyeon has noticed this and isn’t happy. She has noticed when Nayeon leaves early in the morning to your room and thinks about what occurs between you two. Jeongyeon can’t help but masturbate to the video of Nayeon getting railed by you, the sound of your grunting and Nayeon’s moaning makes her reach her peak as she fingers herself until she cums.

Momo and Mina, on the other hand, has been quiet for now and focused on watching over Sana. Momo has been going over the choreography with her one-on-one, while Mina has been ensuring that she eats properly.

Then there is Jihyo, who is busier than the rest of the group. These past few weeks, she has been going back and forth between her parents, the company, and back home for personal reasons. Whenever you ask if she needs help with her errands, she replies, “I can do it; I just need to get things set and ready; I’m so excited.”

Dahyun’s primary focus has been spending as much time with Da-eun. With the next series of concerts abroad, she has been going back and forth with practice and Da-eun.

——-

Chaeyoung, on the other hand, has been trying to get on your good side. Even to the point of her becoming your little birdy so every so often, after practice, she runs along to your studio and updates you on the members and their troublemaking. Anything from Jeongyeon bickering with Nayeon about disappearances in the morning, Tzuyu’s questioning of the member’s sex life, to Sana’s recent ultrasound appointment. You feel bad for missing out on so much, but having your little birdy there to keep you updated has been helpful. Obviously, she’s not doing it because of her kind heart. “Oppa, my reward, please,” whines Chaeyoung as she plays with a rolling chair. “Okay, come get your reward,” unzipping your pants. Immediately, she gets off the chair and gets on her knees under your desk, and fishes out your cock. With your limp meat in her hand, she pumps you hard. You lay back on your chair and get comfortable as she gets you hard and kisses the tip of your cock before taking you in. The feeling of getting a sloppy blowjob during work is amazing, especially when it's coming from your sleeve. You waste no time getting a hold of her head and pressing it down towards you, forcing more of your cock down her throat. A smile appears when you hear her choke on your length, “How do you like your reward? It’s good right?” Chaeyoung looks at you with teary eyes and nods, cementing the type of relationship between the two of you. The both of you stare at each other as she takes more of your cock down her throat, saliva oozing out of her mouth and onto her thighs. You look at your watch and notice that it is time to get back to work, “Okay, Chaeyoung, I need to get back to work; I’m going to finish in your mouth, so don’t let it drop spill on the floor,” and nods, preparing herself for your load. You grab the back of her head, hold it tightly against your pelvis, and waits for your release. It doesn’t take long for a wave of cum to fill the back of her throat; she tries to drink all of it and is doing a good job but is having difficulty breathing. She pushes her hands against your thighs, forcing herself away from you, but your firm grip on her does not match. You don’t know if her push can even be called a push since it’s so weak, “Don’t fight it; it will be over soon; just take it.” Chaeyoung begins to panic; with only a tiny amount of air left, she pinches your thigh and looks at you in desperation, which makes it even worse. Her heart drops when she sees the grin on your face and understands that there is no point in fighting it. You hear her choking up, using up her last breath just before having her eyes roll back. With Chaeyoung slipping off, you catch and carry her, placing her on the couch behind you. Seeing your cum cover her face gives you the energy to continue your day.

—— Then there is Tzuyu; she’s been sticking by you like a puppy, craving your attention after your session with Jihyo. Lately, she’s been waking up early and leaving with you and making breakfast for the both of you. When you ask why she wants to leave before the rest of the members, she says, “I want to spend some time with Daddy,” and gives you a warm smile. Sometimes, she comes with you to the studio to eat together or spend some quality time before the other members arrive on their own.

——- When it comes to the house update, there has been a good amount of progress. With the help of Minji, you were able to purchase the large piece of land for a reasonable price. The seller was an old man who wanted to retire and had no reason to stay there anymore because all his children moved to the city. Wanting to enjoy his retirement, he sold the land all at once and at a reasonable price after some back-and-forth conversation. The deal was closed, and the paperwork was expedited. This meant that you could use that extra money to hire a good construction company. After some research, you found a company that could meet your requirements regarding the land and house layout, even to the point where they expedited the permit process and got approval to break ground. You even drove by with Jihyo and saw the machinery digging up the dirt to set the foundation for the house.

Everything is going according to plan.

#twice smut #kpop smut #twice fluff #kpop fluff #tm smut

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waitingforeresh · 11 months

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Guda after battling Barghest: I’m sweaty, lightheaded, and weak in the knees. I think I’m in love Da Vinci.

Da Vinci: Pretty sure that’s from her draining your magical energy.

Guda: No, I’m pretty sure it’s love.

#fate grand order #lostbelt 6 #barghest #lostbelt 6 spoilers #I’m glad Da Vinci dragged us away #I would’ve let her kill me

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ssentimentals · 1 year

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joshua + prom night

leaning on the wall, you scan the room for any of your friends and curse quietly after finding none. why of all nights you decided to be punctual tonight, arriving twenty minutes earlier to the prom? there were not many people inside but those you have seen got you feeling a bit underdressed with their full on ballroom-like looks. you look down at your dress, self-consciously tugging at the material of it, smoothing down non-existent wrinkles.

'people here have an awfully bad taste.'

startled, you turn your head to find joshua standing next to you, looking immaculate in his three piece dark blue suit. his hollywood movie star charms always made you go weak in the knees but seeing him now in that suit makes your heart drop somewhere to the bottom of your stomach, awakening all of the butterflies. he sends you one of those gentle smiles that win girls over in a second, but being too jittery with nerves, you only offer a tight-lipped smile in return. 'yes, they outdid it with all that glitter.'

he chuckles at that. 'i was not talking about the decorations.'

'oh, you meant the food then? i haven’t tried anything yet, is it really that bad?'

this time joshua fully laughs, throwing his head back. you stare at him in confusion because you haven’t said anything remotely funny to get this kind of reaction and also because you are not exactly friends; joshua gets along with everyone but you two never really interacted outside of the class. 'i meant, they have an awfully bad taste because no one is asking you to dance with them.'

'oh, i see.' you nod, feeling very awkward. joshua is staring at you expectantly and you raise your eyebrow, really feeling super out of your element. 'um..yes?'

joshua blinks and his mouth first opens and then closes. he looks at you in such disbelief that your self-consciousness doubles, making you want to hide somewhere. 'i-you-' he sputters and then shakes his head, chuckling. 'that was a compliment.'

'what was?' you ask, horrified that you missed a compliment from him. you gape at him and he stays silent, letting you repeat the conversation one more time so you could realize — 'oh. oh my god. that was the compliment?'

'and my rather poor attempt at flirting as well,' joshua says, laughing in an a bit awkward way. 'guess it wasn’t as good as it sounded in my head.'

'no-no, it was great, it’s me who didn’t get it!' you rush to explain, not wanting him to feel bad. 'i’m a bit slow.'

'slow?' joshua repeats, smiling. 'so you like slow dancing?'

you blink at him, registering his words. this time it’s you who opens your mouth and then closes it, unsure of what to say. joshua grimaces, tugging at his tie nervously. 'was it very bad?' you nod and he sighs in dejection, making it very hard for you not to laugh. 'sorry.'

weirdly enough this exchange loosened you up a bit and you stand in front of him more relaxed. 'it’s okay, i’m also bad at these kind of things.'

joshua, noticing the change in your body language, also relaxes, taking one step towards you. 'what kind of things?'

'flirting,' you blurt out and then gasp, turning to him. 'not like- i mean, not like what you said was flirting, i just—'

'it was,' joshua interrupts, successfully saving you from embarrassing yourself. 'it was flirting. but with no luck again.' he sounds a tad bit self-depreciative. 'i swear, when i say them in my head, they sound so much better.'

not knowing what to say, you just stare at him helplessly. in the back of your mind you're praying for any of your friends to arrive but you also kind of want to prolong this moment because when again you will have joshua this close to you? you open your mouth and quickly close it when joshua takes one step back and offers you a hand. 'i guess direct approach works best. i think you look breathtaking tonight and i am not sure what's wrong with others and why there's no queue here to dance with you, but it all works in my favor. will you give me the honor of having your first dance?'

trembling, you carefully slide your hand in his. there are thousand of butterflies in your throat, making it hard for words to come out but you still somehow manage: 'i never thought someone phrased it like that still. like having the first dance is..an honor.'

joshua smiles and lovingly cradles your hand in his, taking one step closer. 'it is an honor.' he says with conviction and you can see in his eyes that he means it.

you squeeze his hand back, gulping and pushing all butterflies back where they belong. 'then you have that honor, mr.hong. for all dances.'

the look joshua gives you at this makes you burn up. 'you won't regret it.'

when he leads you to the dance floor with one hand squeezing yours and another one placed securely on your back, exuding confidence and power, you think - no, you know that you won't regret it.

a/n: coming back to you with joshua imagine, hope you like it! check out my other works here - nini

tag list: @pearlygraysky @woozionascooter @jaetaimjadore @yeow6n @smalliechelle (let me know if you want to be added!)

#joshua fluff #joshua seventeen #joshua imagines #joshua hong #hong jisoo #seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff #hong jisoo x reader #seventeen jisoo #joshua x reader #svt joshua #hong jisoo fluff #seventeen reaction #i wanted to write joshua a bit differently and not make him such a smooth talker as everybody does #he still is a prince though :')#my favoooooorite boy! my gentleman!! who will always give you compliments #and ask for your hand #i am so whipped for him hELP

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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Trust

Started this yesterday, only got a hundred words in and wrote the rest today in the span of an hour and a half. Me and Whumptober could never.

My first fic in the Dad Jay AU! Featuring best sis duo Tessa and Kaida (from @taddymason) because I'm having brainrot and it's great. Will probably be making more of these but I need to finish Whumptober stuff first (pray for me guys)

Words: 1.8k

TWs: child abuse mentions (kinda graphic but also kinda not), scars n stuff like that

“Again!”

Tessa quickly threw up her arms to block Kaida’s incoming strike, well-placed but still too slow. Kaida tried to catch her around the back of her knee but Tessa anticipated it, buckling just before Kaida made contact so that the hit did nothing. Whipping around, Tessa caught the other girl’s arm and twisted, sweeping Kaida’s leg out and doing her best to make sure that the other girl didn’t crash onto the stone floor as hard as Dad would’ve let Tessa go down. She ignored the scowl sent her way as she pulled back, instead fixing her gloves and giving Kaida a second to recompose herself.

Kaida ran her hands through her hair, frustrated. “This is fucking pointless!”

“Not pointless,” Tessa said, taking her hair down and tying it back up. She was pretty sure that Kaida was about to quit for the day, “that time was better. You just need to be a bit quicker, but your techniques are spot-on.”

Kaida was actually adapting to Ninja techniques pretty well, all things considered. Tessa knew that it would only be strengthened by her previous experience with combat.

“Stop trying to make me feel better,” Kaida snarled, and if Tessa wasn’t already accustomed to the younger’s outbursts she may have felt offended. “I don’t want your pity. I suck, you’re better than me, and that’s that. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“I’m not better, I just had a harsher teacher,” Tessa plopped herself down on the Monastery steps, watching as Kaida threw her own gloves on the ground in frustration.

“Then be harsher or whatever! I need to get better!”

Something crawled under Tessa’s skin at the thought of being more strict with Kaida then she was now. It wasn’t something that she was ever going to let happen. There was no way in hell she was going to start taking cues from Dad, even if Kaida might technically improve quicker. No improvement was worth what Dad had done to her and Noah, and Tessa was old enough now to understand that. “No.”

“So you think I’m weak? That I couldn’t handle it? Is that it?”

“No,” Tessa said, and she waited until Kaida was sitting next to her. There was still a good foot of distance between them, and she wasn’t going to try and close it, “the opposite, actually. You’re too stubborn and you have a good head on your shoulders, Kaida. You wouldn’t grow if I was too harsh with you.”

It took her and Noah starting to spar together for both of them to show improvement, mostly because Dad just treated their spars as life or death fights rather than practice. When she was younger, Jay always said that she was going to be putting her life on the line, that she would have to be ready to face death at any moment, that every battle could end in tragedy.

And yet, the only life or death situation she found herself in at the time was training. So where was the justification?

“I hate this,” Kaida said, hugging her knees and refusing the water bottle that Tessa had passed over. And Tessa knew the feeling.

“I know.”

“I hate that you and Noah keep treating me like I’m made of glass,” Kaida growled, “you do the same thing to Jenna and Ethan. And then you’re going to go and look at Jay like he did something to you when you didn’t even meet him until recently. That’s fucked up.”

There weren’t a lot of things that could get Tessa riled up (it just came with being an older sister) but she could feel herself starting to bristle. Kaida was stepping too close to her toes. “You don’t understand anything about my relationship with Da—Jay.”

“And I don’t want to if you’re going to treat my dad like he’s the fucking devil!”

Logically, she knew that Kaida was lashing out the same way she would’ve done when she was younger, because there was a point in time when she would’ve defended her dad. Cole or one of her other uncles would say something and Tessa would growl in response; but she knew better now. And she knew what she would’ve wanted to hear from anyone listening to her vent, but Tessa was surprised by the burning anger that flared up inside. “Good! Becaise he was never a dad to me!”

Everything went quiet. Tessa looked away, focusing on the small cracks between the stones, noticing the shadows bending as the sun went down over the horizon. She was mulling over what she had said, lost in her head, when Kaida whispered, “you’re not lying.”

Tessa turned her head, and Kaida was staring at her with wide eyes. “You’re not lying,” she repeated, almost as if she couldn’t believe it. “You haven’t been lying this whole time. Why aren’t you lying?”

“Jay was…different,” Tessa started. Patience. Patience was key here. Kaida had grown up with a version of her father that only wanted the best for her, so it was hard to understand that there was a version with only ill intent against his children. “In my timeline, Jay wasn’t the same person he is here. He was distant, and cruel, and I-I don’t think he wanted me and Noah. I’m pretty sure that if he had an option to trade us for Nya, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat.”

Kaida’s face twisted into an expression that Tessa couldn’t quite place. “Jay isn’t like that. He would never do that.”

“Yours wouldn’t,” Tessa agreed, “but mine would, without a second thought. My dad was broken, Kaida, and the only person that could’ve fixed him was gone.”

Broken like the beer bottles that she and Noah would find on the floor after Jay had a bad night. Even as a small child she could see the cracks spider webbing through her father, and he made less and less of an effort to hide them as the twins gew older. Dad turned colder, nastier, more violent with every birthday candle that the two blew out, because it was a reminder of how much time had passed since he was whole.

Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but it only wounded Jay’s heels as he kept stepping over the shattered glass time and time again.

She shrugged her t-shirt off, for once uncaring of who saw the small red scars snaking up and down her arms and across her shoulders. It was just her and Kaida, and she trusted her younger sister more than she probably should considering they had only known each other for a couple weeks. Kaida stared, unsure of what to make of the situation and the fact that the girl she was supposed to be looking up to as an older sister wasn’t lying about Jay. Her dad.

“C-Can I—”

“Yeah,” Tessa said quickly, before she could overthink it, “go ahead. Just be gentle.”

Tessa didn’t even know if it was in Kaida’s nature to be gentle, and yet that was the only way she could describe the way Kaida’s hand touched her arm. The younger girl’s fingers traced along the scars’ paths, and Tessa waited for her to say anything about the ones that clearly weren’t from the lightning.

“Some of these are like Dad’s,” Kaida said, and Tessa hummed in response, “but the others…did someone hurt you?”

“My dad did, Kaida,” Tessa said gently, “I got those during training, and that’s why I don’t want to be more harsh with you. I wouldn’t trust myself not to turn into him.”

“But Dad would never. And you would never—”

“I know, trust me, and I’m so grateful that he doesn’t. The last thing I want is for any of you to grow up like how me and Noah did. But me? I don’t exactly trust me, so I’m not surprised that you don’t either.”

“He did this to Noah too?” Kaida said disbelievingly, but Tessa was telling the truth, and she hated it. She hated it. Biting her lip, Kaida took a deep breath. “W-When I was younger, someone hurt me, and didn’t treat me the way that I should’ve been treated.”

Her head whipped around with the speed of lightning, and Kaida was surprised to see a snarl on Tessa’s face. “Was it Jay? I swear to the First Master—”

“No! No,” Kaida said quickly, “he’s the one who got me away from the people who were hurting me. He’s never laid a hand on me, I promise.”

Tessa relaxed, and she smiled a bit when Kaida scooted closer, finally taking the water bottle and hiding it in her lap. Even if she wasn’t drinking out of it, it was still nice to see the younger girl take something that Tessa had given her; maybe they could make this work. “I’m sorry I’ve been treating you like that, and that it’s been upsetting you—”

“I’m not upset over it!”

“Sure, kiddo. But yeah, I’m sorry. Having three new siblings, and they’re all younger than me, and my dad who isn't an absolute asshole and the mom who I never got to meet…it’s a lot. For me and Noah. And I’m sure it’s a lot for you too.”

“I, uh,” Kaida paused, and Tessa watched as she started to twist her fingers, a nervous habit that she probably picked up from Jay. “Shit, I’m not good at these. I’m sorry too. And Tessa?”

“Yeah?”

Looking away, Kaida bit her lip again. “I-I do trust you. I don’t think that you would hurt me, and I know that Jay wouldn’t hurt you. He’s always been a good dad to me, and I know he wants to be one for you too.”

Grinning, Tessa bumped shoulders with her younger sister, making sure that Kaida saw it coming and that she could pull away if she wanted to. But to her surprise, Kaida didn’t, instead taking it as a challenge and shoving back even harder. “Thank you, Kaida. But let me tell you now: you’ll have to learn how to apologize pretty quick when you have siblings. And you’ll learn that approximately seventy percent of the time you don’t mean a damn thing when you do say sorry.”

“You say that like I’m going to start apologizing for anything,” Kaida said, and Tessa laughed.

“You’re right, you wouldn’t be you if you started apologizing,” Tessa stood up off of the monastery stairs, dusting her pants off and noting the sun setting. “Come on, we should be getting inside. I think I still have some chocolate stashed away somewhere.”

Kaida gasped, scrambling up and after her older sister. “You have a candy stash and didn’t tell me?!”

“How else do you think I keep it hidden from Noah?”

#ninjago #finn's writing #taddy tag #dad jay au #tessa walker #kaida walker #trust #that's her older sister your honor

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i-didnt-do-1t · 9 months

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To the anon who asked about the Delanceys receiving a hug, I’m not sure if it’s quite what you were going for but it has been written and they do receive a hug! Enjoy :D

Any affection that you felt before going in gets conditioned out of you in The Refuge, Oscar took this as a fact.

Not that Oscar was ever it’s biggest fan to begin with, but it sort of hit him all at once as they limped home, resting on walls and laughing at whatever shite either of them decided to utter.

They didn’t really do affection, him and Morris, not how he saw Davey clinging to Les constantly, or the way Kelly hung off Crutchie like he was a lifeline.

Oscar glanced at his brother. Tonight Morris was covered in blood and bruises. Tonight Morris somehow looked the oldest he’d ever seen him, and the youngest he’d ever be again.

“You think he’s gonna be able to walk.” Morris asked, and maybe the way his lip was curled up at the edge would look vicious if it weren’t directed at him.

Oscar planted a hand on his shoulder, sticky with the smell of iron but Morris’s shirt was already spattered to hell anyway, and dragged him close as they both stumbled to the left.

“You see his knee? I’d be surprised if he could crawl off the street.”

“Ha. And we get paid for it, fuck.”

Oscar shifted his grip from his shoulder to the nape of his neck as he reached over with his other hand to ruffle his hair despite Morris’s groan and weak half-hearted attempts at pushing him off.

“We could go spit on the bitches grave,” Oscar said, “make it two for two in winning against our shit folks.”

“She’s dead already Os, think we won that years ago.”

He shrugged, and shoved him away, stumbling as he did so. They weren’t drunk, not even tipsy, at least not on alcohol. But adrenaline, exhaustion, pain and the fucking satisfaction of beating his Da’s face in was enough to emulate the feeling, he wouldn’t reject the burn of a cheap whiskey though if it was on offer.

“You’re boring.” He said, and Morris grinned at him from the wall he leant against on the other side of the alley that Oscar had pushed him too, head tipped back against it, catching his breath, and holding a hand to his lower ribs, grimacing as he wheezed out something like a laugh.

“N’ you’re a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, you love me though.” And Oscar couldn’t remember the last time he had said that word.

“You’s the only family I got left, I ain’t got a choice.”

Oscar barked out a laugh. “Yeah, me neither.”

He didn’t mean to stare at him after that, but he did, it was easy when the street lamp illuminated him just enough to see his face busted and bruised, split lip swollen and bleeding, knuckles stained with blood he wasn’t sure would wash off. Grinning.

(And suddenly Morris, maybe six or seven on the floor of their family barn, not quite waking up when Oscar shook him felt so close and so far away)

Tonight Morris was covered in blood. Tonight Morris somehow looked the oldest he’d ever seen him, and the youngest he’d ever be again.

It was an impulsive decision when Oscar grabbed his shoulder, mindful of his beat ribs, and pulled him in for a rough hug. He flinched at first, at the abrupt nature of it, but Oscar didn’t let go.

After a long second, Morris hugged him back just as fiercely. It was something rough and uncomfortable and almost violent but they had never been raised with softness, would break it somehow if it were handed to them, even now.

“We fucking did it.” Oscar murmured, just above his ear.

And if he noticed the shuddering breaths Morris was taking that could’ve been sobs, he didn’t comment on it, just fisted his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

#newsies #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey

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seokjinsonlyone · 10 months

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Good morningggg Ari gworl! Now don’t judge me on this and mainly why I’m thinking about this in the am. But like I love your headcanons so I just needed to know 😂

What percent BDE does each member give off???

girlie you don’t even wanna know what be going through my mind in the morning sksksjjd so this is a judgment free zone 🥳 also THANK YOOOUUU now let’s get down to business 😈

yoongi: 613% walks around with it draped over his shoulder like a cape like anyone who’s masculinity is as secure as his gotta have a third leg

joon: 444% think about the fact that we never seen joon naked the rest of them (aside from yoongi) have bared their souls to us like okay we had the occasional nip slip and his biceps make appearances and he’d have to wear a binder in order to hide his tiddies but like we ain’t got the full effect thus far like he’s the only one that got the hoes weak in da knees over thoughts silhouettes freaking words he starts talking about art and the girlies start swooning also look at his feet

[rest]

jin: 212% i’m not even referring to the king condom scandal like this man he just does and says whatever he wants you gotta be hanging to not care as much as seokjin like

the way he ate the tannies up in his investment evaluation like a whole singer said the music industry’s six feet under sjakjdnekwjs if his dick ain’t big his balls sure are huge (i know bc they was chilling on the counter that one time)

tae: 110% he’s just so self assured in his weirdness that you know it’s big like he got a easter island head tissue dispenser and

whatever this is going on and a host of other atrocities and then his affinity toward jazz like he’s in a league of his own and so is his junk

jungkook: 98% i mean… if he doing it every hour every minute every second seven days a week and it ain’t shrivel up and fall off yet gotta be a pretty big package nah mean

jimin: 95% now this is one very domineering man and he really does seem decently hung but even more so he seems like it doesn’t matter what size his dick is he knows how to use it very well like man without a doubt will have you seeing stars and ya know that’s what bde is all about me thinks

hobi: hobi is not a sexual being he’s a little baby cutie pie and he belongs in my pocket HOSEOK on the other hand stands at a solid 75% tbh he got them fboi vibes like the ones that you know get around but at the same time they’re really cool and funny so you don’t dislike them he has that energy where you’re like you think it might be but you’re not sure and you kinda wanna find out J HOPE is at a good 87% like a very diligent ceo type beat tbh but like a benevolent ceo he’s a great boss to work under but can and will crack the whip if necessary especiallywhen he’s in dance teacher mode you just KNOW that he’s packing something serious and JAY has like 1000000% bde he got that MONSTER Schlong like god it’s just bopping around smacking anyone within a 5ft radius BEWARE of jay bc honestly that’s one ride that you may not make it back from 😭😭😭

#ask #ask of interest #bts #bts headcanons #this should not have come to me as easy as it did djaksjjss

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plaidbooks · 1 year

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A Sign

A/N: Karen hosted a small Secret Santa, and this is my entry that I wrote for @bullet-prooflove ! I hope you like it! It’s a Joe Velasco x reader fic.

Tags: guns, whump, mentions of death

Words: 1290

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @beardsanddetectives

When Joe asked Sonny how he knew Amanda was The One, he was expecting something a little more concrete. “She was vulnerable, but so strong. And I knew,” Sonny had said. But what was Joe supposed to do with that? He wanted a sign, some divine calling that slapped him in the face with it! All this guessing and double guessing was driving him wild. Besides, you deserved better than that.

Better than me, his insecurities reminded him. Late at night, when you were tucked against him, fast asleep, he would lay there, going over your whole relationship in his mind. He loved you, so very much, but was that the sign? Did that mean you were The One, the end game, the final prize? He wasn’t sure. But he was damn sure that stringing you along while he figured it out was shameful—beyond shameful. But he couldn’t let you go, either.

“Please,” he muttered, looking at his ceiling while you dozed silently against him. “Please give me a sign that this is it—that I’m making the right choice here.” He waited in silence for an answer that wasn’t coming, then finally closed his eyes and hoped for sleep.

**********

“Come on, Joey! I’ll race you to Carisi’s office!” you declared with a laugh, dodging around the hustle and bustle of the city towards the DA’s building.

Joe rolled his eyes playfully before grinning. “You’re on!” He broke into a sprint, running past you. “Last one there buys lunch!” he called over his shoulder.

Instantly, you were bolting past him, and he watched, awestruck, as you easily outpaced him up the stairs to One Hogan Place. By the time he caught up to you, he was panting; Joe was a fit guy, but sprinting like that left him breathless.

“You keep me young, ya know that?” he said between breaths, his hands on his knees.

You chuckled, patting his back lovingly. “Yeah, my old man here can’t keep up.”

He shot you a warning glance, but you just laughed at him, making a grin split across his face. He loved your laugh, and he loved it more when he was the one that made you laugh.

You stopped laughing, but a smile was still on your lips, as you looked at him. But something caught your eye over his shoulder. You didn’t think, simply reacted.

“Gun!” someone screamed—was it you?—before you were pushing Joe back out of the way. A gunshot rang out, people started screaming, the security guards were trying to control the crowd while dealing with the gunman.

All of that was white noise as your legs buckled and you fell towards the concrete. Strong arms wrapped around you, and you vaguely picked up Joe’s cologne.

“Easy now—just lay down,” he muttered softly in your ear. He helped you to the ground, and it was only once you were lying down that you were confused.

You meant to ask, “why am I down here?” but all that came out was a weak, “why…?”

“Dunno,” Joe replied, pulling his jacket off and holding it to your abdomen. He looked over his shoulder at the guards, yelling, “call a bus!”

“Joe,” you whispered, and his eyes were back on yours.

“Just relax, okay, and stay with me. Don’t close your eyes, understand? Just talk to me.”

He pushed a little harder on your torso, and that’s when you felt pain unlike you’ve ever experienced before. You winced, gasped, and your vision flickered.

“Come on, stay with me, sweetheart. Tell me about…about what you want for dinner tonight, okay?” Joe said. Now that you were more aware, you could hear the tremor in his voice.

But darkness was coming quickly, and it was getting harder to stay awake. You knew what closing your eyes meant, and you didn’t want to die, not now.

“Joe, I’m scared,” you murmured, your mouth making the words without your permission. If those were your final words to him, you’d be kicking yourself in the grave.

“You’re okay, understand me? You’re going to be just…just fine. I’ve got you,”

You tried to blink away the tears forming, but with every shut of your eyes, the harder it was to open them. “I—I love you, Joe—never forget th—that.”

Slowly, you started to close your eyes. You could hear Joe’s panic as he tried to wake you, but it was too late—there was no way for you to fight it off any longer.

*********

Joe sat in the hospital chair, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and sobbing. The other officers mulling about, giving him kind words—it all meant nothing to him. The only person he wanted to hear speak right now was you, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Detective Velasco? Are you ready to see her?” a man in scrubs asked.

Okay, maybe there was someone else’s words he was waiting on.

He nodded as he stood, following the man. Officers gave him a small nod of encouragement as he left the lobby, and his heart jumped into his throat. The hallway to where you lay seemed to take a thousand years to traverse, but once he was there, he seemed frozen in the doorway.

There you lay, eyes closed. Your hair was a bit of a mess around your head, and your skin was ashy, pale. He hated seeing you like this, so…ghostly.

“She should be waking up any moment now, if you wanted to take a seat there,” the man said, indicating the chair by your bed.

Joe sat, and his leg immediately started bouncing. It was like a vice was constricting his chest as he watched you sleep. Up, down, up, down, the blanket over your chest went, proving that you were still alive, still there with him. But he needed more than that; he needed a sign that you truly, genuinely lived.

As if in answer to his unspoken prayer, you gently opened your eyes. As soon as they found his, your lips broke into a smile.

“Hey Joe,” you muttered softly. “Did I sleep in again?”

He chuckled to cover up the sob that escaped from him. “Yeah—you know the Captain’s gonna give you hell for sleeping on the job.” He quickly wiped his tears, and you reached out with a hand, silently asking for his. He sniffled quietly, linking his fingers with yours.

“No crying over me, okay? I’m still here, with you,” you said, stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

Joe squeezed your hand. “Look at me; you get shot and you’re the one consoling me. This is a bit backwards.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’ll take a bullet for you any day of the week—and I’ll love you every second of the day.”

Suddenly, it all clicked for him—the strength while being vulnerable, the love he felt for you and vice versa. It all made sense; how did he not see it before? Of course, you were the end game, the final prize, The One. How could you not be? He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, wanted to grow old with you, wanted everything with you. And he had been stupid enough to think he needed some divine sign.

“You’re thinking awfully loud,” you said with a frown, eyes scanning his face.

Joe blinked to clear his thoughts. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just…I’m so glad you’re alright. You really scared me there.”

You squeezed his hand. “Sorry to scare you, my love. I promise I’m okay, though.”

“I know. I—I love you, very much. More than I could ever say. And I’m so thankful that I get you every day.”

#joe velasco x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing

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steve sometimes feels like his body is not his own.

like sometimes he looks down at his hands and thinks 'that's not right, they should be smaller ' with such absolutely certainty that it hurts like an ache when he realizes that his hands will never be that small again. he still buys the wrong size shirts more often than not, even after getting defrosted.

and it's not like he misses his old body — not dying every 3 weeks from an illness is so amazing. who knew breathing could feel so good? — but for all intents and purposes, it was still his body. the body he grew up with. with it's skin that bruised too easily and his wrists that looked like they would break if someone touched them a little too hard. it was that body that fought off rheumatic fever, that got through hundreds of asthma attacks, that held itself up through fights with half of brooklyn. it was his old body that got it's Last Rites 4 times. it was his old body he learned how to walk and run and live in. that made it to 21 despite all the doctors telling ma he'd be lucky to make it to 12.

it was with his old hands he patched up becca and ruth. it was his old arms that sweet baby ‘liza loved being held in, much to the amusement of aunt winnie. it was with his old arms that he gestured wildly with when talking politics with uncle george. it was his old body that still held the impressions of ma hugging him.

it was his knobby knees and weak lungs that ran after bucky through brooklyn. it was his old body he learned how to love and hate. learned how to lift up even when the eugenicists slipped flyers under their door. it was with his old knuckles he learned how to make a punch count. it was with his old voice that he learned how to speak up, learned to make his voice heard.

these days people hear him without speaking. these days he doesn’t have to punch anyone, he can just loom and glare. they’ll run off easy enough. everything comes easy to this body. this body’s never had to work a day in it’s life. never felt the deliriousness of having a fever so high, you start seeing your da again. never felt the desperation of needing to breathe — never felt the relief, the joy, the elation, the rush of making it through another life-threatening illness.

god, all of this is so fucking stupid. who complains about not having to worry about making through the winter? who fucking complains when their body gets “fixed”?

(steve carefully tries not to think about the word ‘fixed’. like there was something about him that needed to be remade. he is their personal frankenstein’s monster. taken apart and sewn back together, again and again and again, whenever the war effort needs more fuel. how long has it been since he was just stevie? just bucky’s babydoll? just ma’s stíofán? he’s so tired. he is captain america.)

but there’s no going back now. there’s no injection to undo the serum. he’s just gonna have to live with the fact that his shoulders will always feel too broad. there is nothing to change the fact that he had to relearn how to use a pencil again. that he’ll never tuck neatly under bucky’s chin again. that his stomach will never concave again. that his feet are three sizes up from what they used to be. he just gonna have to live with the sensation of his body being Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.

(he feels a lot like that boy zia rosa in the downstairs apartment used to read to him about. the one they made a picture on — pinocchio. “look ma, bucky! i’m a real boy now!” except, he was real before wasn’t he? he was someone before serum. he’s a Someone now. he’ll never be himself again.)

when his plane crashes into the ice, steve knows that this is the end. that nobody will remember steven grant rogers. nobody will know bucky’s stevie — all 94 pounds of righteousness and trouble. nobody will remember ma’s stíofán — compassionate and sweet, forever trying to do the right thing. nobody will know about becca’s second big brother, ruth’s knight in shining armor, ‘liza’s favorite sleeping spot. when his plane crashes, that 5′4′’, 100-pounds-soaking-wet, kid from the slums of brooklyn will be forgotten. what a shame he thinks that kid was better than 10 captain america’s put together.

(he sobs quietly in a darkened corner of the smithsonian when he realized he’ll never be steven grant rogers again. 70 years later and his body is still Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.)

it would've been nice he thinks to be small without the illnesses. steve doesn’t look in mirrors anymore.

(the day he realized he couldn't tuck himself into the crook of bucky's neck like he used to without contorting his body, he has to excuse himself into woods. he spends the next 30 minutes, hidden behind the widest tree he can find (his shoulders still stuck out slightly), trying desperately to ignore the ache in his chest. trying his best to ignore the absolute sense of certainty that he’s in the wrong body.

bucky finds him out there 20 minutes later, staring blankly into the distance. carefully, bucky leads him back to their tent, lays him down gently, and goes about making him Better. bucky always made things better. but then bucky’s gone, brain splattered across the swiss alps and steve is horrifyingly numb. what was the point of a brand new body, of being made into a Real Boy, if he couldn’t save the only person who saw him? if he couldn’t save the one he loved (loves.)?

it had always been him and bucky and if bucky’s not here, well- then steve’s not gonna be here either. 3 days later, his plane’s crashing into the artic and his eyes are slipping shut and it’s bliss. for a moment, at least.)

#god christ what is this #anyway this all came out of the fact that i hate it when people talk like the serum 'fixed' his body #and like don't get me wrong having an actual immune system is probably the best thing that ever came to steve but whenever people talk abou #'fixing' in relation to disabled bodies it always sounds too much like eugenics me. 'those people would be fine if they were fixed.'#/ 'they're not right.' it sounds terrible! and i hate it #so here's like x amt of words about steve struggling with his body #steven grant rogers #steve rogers #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #stevebucky #i wil tag some tw and then if i miss anything yall can just tell me?#tw eugenics #tw body dysmorphia #tw implied suicide attempt #otp: till the end of the line #my writings 📖#comic.rambles #captain america #irish captain america #is this body dysmorphia?

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abyssal-ali · 6 months

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RelationShip of Theseus

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stephanie Brown

Rating: M (mdni)

WC: 4.6k

Summary:

The Ship of Theseus is a thought experiment about whether an object which has had all of its original components replaced remains the same object. --Wikipedia Jason and Steph team up to go undercover at a Halloween party. They've been friends with benefits for a while, but lately...things have been changing. Maybe this Halloween they'll finally settle some things between them. For once Bruce's Bruce-ness doesn't completely mess things up!

Written for @jaystephevents JaySteph Halloween event!

Ao3 Masterlist

A/N: Thanks to @sarcasticbambi for doing a wonderful job beta'ing and making me cry from laughter with her comments<3 and to @boldlyanxious for sending me the prompts till I wrote this<3 Yes I am proud of this title I hope y'all apprecaite my genius

Jason's costume is 1995 BBC Colin Firth's Mr. Darcy's outfit that he wears when he emerges from the lake. Steph's costume is 2021 Immortal Wonder Woman's outfit.

CW: PiV Sex, Oral Sex, Dubious Use of Accessories, FWB to Lovers, mentions of drugs and alcohol, kidnapping and interrogating a criminal, Bruce isn't a good dad but he's trying...somewhat...

~~~~~&~~~~~

“Almost done!” Steph’s voice echoed from the bathroom down the hall to Jason’s living room, where he was reading on the couch, waiting for Steph to be finished with her primping.

He turned the page in his book, knowing that ‘almost done’ could mean twenty seconds or twenty more minutes.

A shadow fell over his page and he looked up, his jaw dropping slightly as he took in the sight before his eyes.

“Whatcha think?” Steph twirled, the star-hemmed blue panels of her skirt flaring out from her hips.

Jason cleared his throat, suddenly desperate for a drink of water. “You look amazing, Steph,” he told her seriously. “Better than the real deal.”

She scoffed, but her cheeks hinted at a pleased blush. “You don’t look too shabby yourself.” She circled him, admiring his costume. “The equivalent of a slutty dress; I approve.”

“Thanks. Gotta fit in, right?” He tore his gaze from the very well-fitting gold-and-red top to scan her head-to-toe. “You’re missing something, though.”

“Hm? Oh, right.” Steph headed back to the bathroom and returned, a gold cord rope hanging off her left hip. “Ta da!”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest in an ‘X’, copying Wonder Woman’s signature pose.

Jason coughed again.

“Are you coming down with something?” she scanned him again, worriedly this time. “I can go to the party by myself, you know. If you need to stay home…” “I’m fine. If I’m staying home, so are you,” he replied, crossing the floor in three strides and kissing her hungrily.

~~~

He pulled away, leaving her knees weak and his lips shiny with her now-ruined lipgloss.

“What?”

“Ready to go?” he repeated.

“Oh, uh, yeah. One sec.” Steph practically ran to the bathroom to fix her smudged lips and collect her sanity. Surely she’d left it here somewhere…or maybe it fled the apartment completely when she’d exited his bathroom and saw him sitting there in his open v-neck white shirt and brown pants, the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms as he read.

Swiping a fresh coat of red lipstick on and blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, she shook her head firmly and made sure her cash was tucked in between her bracelets and skin.

Growing up in Gotham, and the Narrows at that, you never knew when you or another unfortunate soul would need an emergency Uber or bribe.

She grabbed her coat from the tree by the door and belted it firmly against the October chill. She didn’t know how the real Wonder Woman did it…she sighed, jealous of Diana’s Amazonian blood.

Jason grabbed his leather jacket and zipped it up halfway, ignoring Steph’s side eye. Stupid Lazarus Pit. He was also always ridiculously warm; he liked to joke it was the Pit Rage keeping him full of hot air, but she preferred to think it was from how big his heart was, so full of love for everyone. It had to be proportional to his unfairly broad chest, after all.

Jason unlocked his car and held the door for her.

“Thanks.”

He leaned in, his mouth right by her ear and his neck in front of her nose, where she could smell his smokey, spicy scent. “You’re coming back with me after this mission.”

She considered licking his neck. Down, girl. Not yet. “Was I not going to?” she batted her lashes at him and he smirked.

“Right answer.”

He crossed in front of the car and got in. “Let’s hope this is an in-and-out mission.”

~~~

The mission tonight was to investigate a possible new drug dealer on Jason’s turf, which included Gotham U. Apparently the students were getting their drugs from this new player, not one of Jason’s men, and he didn’t like that.

One of Steph’s classmates was throwing a Hallowe’en-Eve-Eve party (because any self-respecting Gothamite knew the last couple days in October were some of the most dangerous days of the year), and she suspected the new player would be there for a prime opportunity to move their product.

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived, lights flashing, music blaring, drinks and other substances being passed around, but nothing from the newbie yet.

Jason and Steph split up to make the most of their time there.

Steph headed to a group of girls laughing. She was pretty sure she’d seen them passing something other than notes one day, and figured they were as good a place to start as any.

“Hiiiiiii! I love your outfit!!!” she gushed, pretending to be a little tipsy already. “Daenerys, right??”

The girl nodded. “You look hot as Wonder Woman.”

“Thanks! She’s my boyfriend’s favourite hero, and let’s be real,” she lowered her voice a notch, conspiratorially, “every girl has a girl-crush on her.”

The group nodded vigorously.

“So, do you have any ideas on how to make my surprise for my guy better ?” she wiggled her eyebrows knowingly. “Maybe a li’l something to heighten the experience ?”

The girl dressed up as what Steph was pretty sure was Layla from Genshin Impact leaned a little closer, and Steph held her breath, ready for a nod to a possible dealer. “What about using your accessories?”

Steph blinked.

“Y’know,” ‘Layla’ nodded meaningfully at Steph’s lower half, and she looked down, confused. “Your lasso.”

Her wide eyes looked from the lasso to ‘Layla’ to Jason, who was across the room, disappearing into a back room. She nodded thoughtfully.

“You are a genius,” she gushed. “I gotta try this now!” she ditzed away, keeping an eye on the room Jason was in.

A few minutes later, she heard a crash from inside the room and some muffled yelling.

Jason poked his head out a moment later and caught her eye. “Baby! He’s a bit drunk and tripped. Think you can help me get him home?”

Smirking, she slipped inside the room and locked the door, eyeing Jason’s slightly disheveled hair. She could do a better job at that…but later.

“Need something?”

He eyed her, his tongue licking his bottom lip slowly. “Yeah, found a lead. Can ya help me get him out to the rendezvous for questioning later?”

“Sure.”

Jason hauled the half-unconscious guy crumpled on the floor up and wrapped his arm behind his neck. “Taking our drunk friend home, huh?”

Steph nodded, poured her Solo cup of undrunk, warm beer down the guy’s shirt, and pulled his free arm over her neck.

“Let’s do this.”

~~~

They hauled The Guy out of the car and into the warehouse. He groaned and raised his head weakly, looking around.

When he realized what was happening, he stiffened, making carrying his weight that much more irritating, and started thrashing. “Aw hell nah!”

“Oh shut up, you’ll be fine…if you tell my boss what he wants,” Steph elbowed him gently.

“Who’s your boss?!”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said cheerfully.

Jason plopped The Guy on the chair bolted to the floor. “He just has some questions for you. Answer truthfully and you’ll be fine. Answer un truthfully…” he let the unspoken threat hang heavily in the air.

With a panicked yelp, The Guy leapt up and headed for the door of the warehouse.

Steph unhooked her lasso, swung it, and watched as it floated gently over him…

And watched as it flopped on the floor. Sue her, it wasn’t like she’d ever used a lasso as a weapon before.

The Guy’s foot caught in the loop and she yanked on instinct.

He tumbled face first, bracing his hands for the fall, and she winced in sympathy. Clearly no one had taught him how to safely break a fall with minimum damage.

Jason produced a package of zip ties and dragged him back to the chair, zip tying him in place.

“If you were innocent you wouldn’t have evaded my questions earlier or tried to escape now. Want me to get my boss?”

The Guy’s frightened eyes turned to Steph, hoping her feminine sensibilities would make her more sympathetic to his plight. “Who’s his boss?” he stage whispered.

“Who runs the drugs in this city?” she shrugged, watching curiously as his face paled.

“R-red Hood?”

She nodded. “Bingo! Try continuing your streak of good luck by keeping your fingers intact and answering my colleague’s questions, huh?”

She sashayed over to her lasso, lying limply on the floor, and bent to pick it up, making sure Jason was the only one seeing her backside. She half-turned and winked, blowing him a kiss. “I’ll be waiting, handsome. The girls I talked to at the party were so helpful.”

His eyes darkened and his gaze swept over her hotly. “I won’t be long.”

He turned back to The Guy, leaning over him menacingly.

“You’re going to give me everything I want so I can get back to my girl stat, got it?”

~~~

Steph slipped out of the warehouse and drove back to Jason’s apartment, humming the snippets of the pop song from the party that had wormed into her head.

He’d called her his girl, and ‘Baby’ earlier at the party. Of course, it was probably for show, but it still made her heart warm and her panties wet.

She couldn’t wait for him to get back so they could resolve the tension that had simmered between them all evening.

~~~

Jason parked his motorbike and headed up to his apartment, his mind wandering to Steph, as it usually did when he wasn’t on a job (and even when he was on a job, sometimes). Would she still be in her costume when he arrived? Maybe naked in his bed? In the shower?

He took the stairs two at a time and let himself in, quickly bypassing all the security.

He’d added Steph’s biometrics ages ago, when their one-night stand had become a regular, friends-with-benefits thing, which became a stay-with-me-since-it’s-late-and-this-is-Gotham, which had turned into stay-you’re-injured-and-your-mom-is-working-and-someone-needs-to-make-sure-you’re-not-concussed, which had become Steph having two drawers in his closet and bathroom each, which had become stay-when-you-have-nightmares-and-need-someone-even-if-I’m-not-here-you-can-come-and-steal-my-hoodie, which became….

He sighed, kicking off his shoes and socks and hanging his jacket up.

He wasn’t sure what they had become. A sort of ship of Theseus situation, maybe, constantly changing their relationship but never redefining it?

The glow from his bedroom lamp beckoned and he pushed all thoughts of their relationship, whatever it was, from his head, calling forth the memory of her smoking hot appearance as his favourite hero.

Steph was still in it, standing at his window and looking out at Gotham’s nightscape, though she’d taken the black wig off and was back to her natural blonde.

“Hi.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.

“Hi.” She turned and kissed his jawline, her hands coming up to loosen the ties at the neck of his shirt. “How’d it go?”

“Fine. He’s still alive. Just a lackey for the head guy. I got some names to check out later.” He ran his hands down her back to squeeze her butt. “You said you got some helpful info from some girls?”

He could feel her devious smirk against his neck.

“Up to try something new?”

“Always.”

Steph pushed away, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Get on the bed.”

He did so, watching her curiously.

She crawled up to straddle him, undoing the rest of his shirt ties and opening the shirt to its fullest extent. He pulled it over his head.

She wrapped her lasso around his wrists and wrapped the loose ends around his headboard, pulling his hands above his head.

“Do you trust me?”

Of course, he did. He’d told her his actual address, not a safehouse like he gave the other Bats. He’d added her to his security. He’d told her some things no one else knew, not even Roy.

He’d never explicitly said so, though.

He met her eyes steadily. “I trust you, Steph.”

She let out a little sigh and kissed him, tugging at his lip. “Lemme know if it’s too rough.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “You think tying me up is too rough after some of the things we did?”

She rolled her eyes. “I meant if the rope was too rough against your skin.”

“...again, too rough, after some of the situations I’ve been in?”

She gently whacked his chest. “Stop being a smartass and just let me know, okay? You’d want me to do the same, right?”

Oh, now there were some ideas to explore later…

”You have a point.”

“I often do,” she said archly, sliding down a bit to undo his pants.

With a swift, practiced yank, his pants and underwear were off in one fell swoop. She wrapped her hand around his length, the calluses from lifting weights and practicing with her escrima sliding up and down as she pumped him.

He caught his lip between his teeth as she bent to teasingly lick at the head.

“Ste-eph.”

“Ja-ay.”

She took him farther in her mouth this time, sucking just like he liked before she raised her head again.

“Why did you want to start our…arrangement?” she asked.

He blinked, nonplussed. Why did she have to ask that question now ?

“The lasso of truth knows when you’re lying,” she said warningly.

He huffed inwardly. “You’re hot, you were single, you looked like you needed a good orgasm or three.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but returned to the blowjob.

“When did you start thinking I was hot?”

He groaned, not in pleasure, but frustration. He was right there .

“When I saw you sass B on top of the BatBurger last year and didn’t let his whole Bat-lecture faze you.”

She hummed, pleased with his answer, and he groaned (in pleasure this time). “I’m close.”

She grinned evilly. “Too bad. Why did-”

He slipped the knot ‘holding’ his wrists and wrapped his legs around her middle, flipping her under him.

“How about you have a little session with the lasso of truth, hm?”

He lifted her arms above her head, slipping them through loops in the rope and tugging firmly. Her bracelets would protect her from any rope burn.

She squirmed as he kissed his way down to the metal part of her top covering her cleavage.

“First question: how do you get this thing off?”

“Side zipper,” she nodded.

The zip sounded loud in the quiet room, the near-silent hiss from the electricity in the lamp and the slightly louder ASMR of their synchronized heartbeats and heavy breathing filling the air.

Jason peeled the top off and unclasped the belt holding the pleated skirt up, tossing it to the foot of the bed.

~~~

Clad only in her black underwear, which were practically useless with how soaked they were by now, she could feel all the tiny air currents tickling her skin as Jason moved over her, the warmer breeze over her neck from his breath and the heat from his body warming her.

Steph really wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but the rope prevented her from doing so. She tugged at it with a halfhearted huff as he tugged her nipple between his teeth, his large hands skimming up her bent legs to open her thighs wider.

His finger rubbed at her through her underwear, providing only the lightest touch.

She moved her hips against his hand, trying to obtain more friction.

He chuckled. “Not going to ask like a good girl?”

His hot mouth closed over her other nipple, the cool air now hitting the first one, the delicious juxtaposition making her shiver. Her panties slid down her legs to join her skirt and Jason’s thumb circled her bare clit, causing more wetness to escape her.

“More. Please.”

He moved down her torso, kissing her scars as he went until he reached her soaked slit.

“Hmm, you like being a good girl?”

“Only for my bad boy,” she sighed breathily as his tongue circled her clit expertly.

She really wished she was untied; the feeling of Jason’s curls in her fingers as he ate her out was one of the best feelings.

His shadow of stubble rubbed against her inner thighs, the tiny prickles adding to the experience. Jason’s tongue circled her dripping entrance, then slipped in as his thumb took over stimulating her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

He pulled away and she almost kicked him.

He licked his lips, grinning evilly. “Not so fun being on the receiving end, is it?”

Luckily for him, he replaced his tongue with his cock almost immediately, thrusting slow and hard.

~~~

Steph wrapped her legs around his waist, moving her hips to meet his.

“You looked hot as sin tonight, Steph,” he panted in her ear, kissing down her jawline.

In retaliation, she licked up his neck like she’d wanted to do earlier, simultaneously tightening around him and causing him to groan, low and deep. “You really want to be done soon, don’t you?”

“I’d take it as a compliment, hot stuff.”

He moved faster, taking her challenge.

In retaliation, she tightened around him again.

He watched for the flush in her cheeks to spread down her chest, her breathing to quicken, and her legs to loosen around him before his final harshest thrusts.

She came with a cry of his name, her mouth dropping open and her muscles quivering, setting off his own orgasm.

Jason made sure to collapse beside her, not on her, reaching up to loosen the loops in the rope and free Steph’s hands.

He kissed her swollen lips gently, pulling away only to softly reclaim them.

She curled closer, sliding her arms around his chest to gently run her nails up and down his back and comb through his messed-up hair.

"You're so warm," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head her forehead, the tip of her nose. "Just for you."

~~~

Jason woke when Steph slipped put of bed, but decided to stay put for now.

He faintly heard the sounds of her showering, then drifted off again to the clangs from the kitchen as she rummaged through his cupboards for some breakfast.

He woke for a second time when he heard the door open and then shut, as if Steph was trying to sneak out.

She'd never done that before, so he immediately jumped out of bed, pulled his discarded pants on, and headed after her.

He jerked the door open and paused at the sight of Steph and Bruce at the foot of the stairs.

They didn't appear to notice him yet, so he quietly pulled the door shut and snuck closer, using the first stairs to hide.

"...here?" Said Bruce.

"None of your business," Steph crossed her arms over the shirt she was wearing–a Gotham Knights tee from his closet– and raised her chin. Between her wearing a shirt two sizes too big, her wild hair, and the marks visible on her neck and chest, he was pretty sure the so-called World's Greatest Detective could make a guess as to Steph’s reason for being outside his apartment. "Why are you here?"

"I was making sure you both were safe after the party last night."

"Oh, so now you're stalking us?"

Bruce grunted. "You two have been partnered on missions often this past while. It was unusual."

"Oh for goodness' sake, B, just come out and say you've lost whatever trust you had for me, and that you still don't trust your own son !"

"This is not about trust, Stephanie, it's about making sure you're both still safe and not compromised."

Jason could practically hear Steph roll her eyes.

"That is trust, Bruce. Trust us to tell you if we're unsafe or in trouble. We have enough contingencies for if we're compromised in any way. Our only interactions are with you for our night shifts; you have no right and no need to snoop around our life if we don't share things with you. If we're a team, you have to trust us to do our part in informing you if anything inconveniences our job. We have to trust you to do your part, which is to trust us, and to have some work-life balance! Maybe if you actually trusted us and let us work as a functioning, non-codependent team, it would work and your protégés wouldn't die."

Steph's finger was jabbed firmly into a Bruce's designer suit at the end of her rant.

"Now, if you absolutely must know, I'm in love with your son and what we do outside of our working hours is none of your business. The mission last night went smoothly and there is nothing to report. Everything is under control. Go get your overpriced black coffee and maybe use that to down a chill pill while you're at it."

Steph turned and stomped back up the stairs, just missing Jason duck back inside his apartment.

He looked up from the kitchen counter where he was whisking eggs, pretending to be surprised to see her.

"Oh, you're back."

Steph huffed and leaned against the counter, watching him pour the eggs into a pan.

"Bruce knows something is up with us, and he found out about this apartment somehow."

Jason added some sliced sausages to the eggs.

"Okay."

She stared at him in confusion. "That's all?"

"I'm planning on visiting him later. We can hash it out then."

He flipped the omelet and poured two glasses of milk, sliding one over for Steph and taking a sip of the other.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Of course. You?"

"Yup."

Steph sipped her milk in silence, watching him cook.

He slid a plate with toast, omelet, and fruit over to her. "Bon appetit."

~~~

Jason knocked on the open door as he strolled into Bruce's office in Wayne Manor, dropping into the chair in front of his giant desk.

Compensating for something, Bruce?

"You and Stephanie?" Bruce asked.

"Steph and me."

Bruce looked him over consideringly.

There was a long silence, finally broken by Bruce's sigh. "I hope neither of you get hurt."

Jason blinked. Was that a hint of caring?

He stood and headed for the door, pausing in the doorway.

"How'd you find the apartment?"

Bruce looked up. "Cass saw your car returning from the party last night when she was on patrol." He hesitated, then added, "She said you both looked happy and told me she'd followed you to the apartment. I wanted to see for myself, so I came by this morning and met Steph in the stairwell. She told me to trust you both more and that she loves you."

"I'm aware. Thanks, B."

~~~

"How'd it go?" Steph paused Gilmore Girls when Jason came home.

"He told me Cass saw us and said we looked happy, so he came to see for himself. He also told me the gist of what you lectured him on this morning."

"Oh?"

"He didn't need to, 'cause I heard it all myself."

" Oh ?"

Her voice was a bit higher now.

He crossed the floor and crouched in front of her, wrapping the discarded lasso of truth around her wrists and taking her hands in his.

"When did you fall in love with me?"

"The night I had that nightmare about Black Mask and came over, and I called you on my way and you immediately dropped your patrol to come comfort me. When I got here and waited for you, and the lock let me in. That was the moment I knew I was in love with you, but I'd been falling since before we slept together the first time. Probably since you got me Pentabux on our second patrol together." She sniffed and brought her hands up to wipe the tear spilling from her eyes, but Jason beat her to it, cupping her cheek in his hand and wiping the tear away with his thumb.

He unwrapped the rope and looped it around his wrists, yanking it with his teeth and placing his hand in hers. "Ask me."

She took a deep breath and sniffed again.

"Do you love me?"

He met her hopeful gaze steadily. "I love you, Stephanie Brown."

"When did you fall in love with me?" She gritted, biting her tongue to stall a new batch of tears.

"When I saw you comforting Damian in Batcow's stall last year; October 21st. But like you, I'd been falling for months before that. That was just the moment I knew I'd love you until the day I die."

His eyes were getting a little moist too, and Steph yanked the rope off his wrists and pulled his face to hers, mixing their tears as they kissed.

He lifted her into his arms, her legs instinctually wrapping around him as they moved down the hallway to his room.

~~~

She barely felt her back hit the bed, consumed by his kisses and heat between them.

He peeled her shirt over her head, pushing her back against the mattress and leaning down to trail kisses down her neck.

Her nails hooked under his shirt and she yanked on it till he took it off. His nimble fingers headed for her bra; next, her underwear and sweats were jerked off in one fell swoop, then his followed.

He kissed his way up her legs, sending trails of heat rushing through her veins to pool at her centre.

Steph tugged at his hair till he came up to press his soft lips to hers, to work his way back down her body.

He nipped at a hickey from the night before, pressing his thigh between hers for her to grind against as his calloused fingers tugged at her nipples.

He bit her pulse point gently before moving up to her mouth, claiming it with his. "I love you, Steph."

"I love you," she gasped, feeling her climax building rapidly as she rode his thigh, still sensitive from the previous night. "I love you I love you I love you- Jason!"

He would never get tired of that view, Steph flushed and panting, relaxed and satisfied and looking at him with eyes full of so much love .

He pushed in slowly, closing his eyes at the feeling of her tight, welcoming heat. He moved slowly, lightly, pressing kisses to her face and neck.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close enough to her that he could hear her heart beating in time with his.

He slid his hand down her curves to her clit, rubbing steadily until she reached her peak, where he followed immediately after.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. So much.” She traced the lines of his face with her index finger, her touch feather-light.

“Bruce said he hoped neither of us got hurt. I think he might like you a bit more than you think.”

Steph wiggled up to be eye-to-eye to him on the pillow. “Really?”

“Yep. That’s all he said. I expected a bit more threatening or maybe a reminder of both of our screw-ups, but I think maybe what you said to him earlier got to him. I’m proud of you for standing up to him and maybe even knocking a bit of sense into him,” he squeezed his arms tighter around her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, hooking her leg over his and sighing contentedly. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jason agreed, closing his eyes and breathing in the smell of her lime shampoo.

Soon the only noise heard through the apartment were two soft, rhythmic snores.

~~~~~FIN~~~~~

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