#waffle get in the car. i swear this is not a kidnapping we are going to toxic g/t yaoi land.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Reader - soulmate au! lost things

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A soulmate. Something everyone had, whether they be on the Isle or in Auradon. You had watched your mom and dad hand things the other had lost back to each other, either be a pen or a full stack of papers.

Oh, did I forget to mention? Soulmates found whatever the other lost. So say one lost their phone? The other would find it moments later.

Sometimes appearing mid-air and dropping into your hands. Your mom had once lost her wedding ring when she was cooking, your dad decided to be all dorky and “propose” all over again.

It was one of your fondest memories of them, it always filled you with the hope that one day, maybe you and your soulmate would be that way.

Speaking of your soulmate.

A pair of headphones appeared out of the corner of your eye. You smiled and picked them up, examining them.

They were a dark red with black leather for the ear cushions, little silver and gold bits and bobs decorated the headband and outer shell of the speakers, a small cross bone skull painted on the left ear.

You knew for a while that your soulmate was and isle kid, from the state of the items he lost. Always run down or used, broken, worn down, and sometimes, things you had “lost” before that he had lost again.

Like this pair of headphones, it was a pair of headphones you had bought last month and “lost” them, and now soulmate had lost them again.

You tossed them onto your bed and continued to work, knowing you would soon forget about them and they would return to your soulmate.

=

Harry growled in frustration as he tore through his room for his headphones. “goddamnit!” he yelled, tossing up his pillows, hearing them thud on the ground behind him a moment later.

“where the hell are meh headphones!?!” Harriet rolled her eyes behind him, messing with the threads of her new shirt (mostly new, her soulmate had lost it recently)

“yeh dolt it's with yer soulmate, yeh will get it back soon jus’ wait” she muttered, sneering as Harry turned to her and stuck his tongue out.

“shut up Hettie” he jeered back, grabbing his discarded pillows and tossing them back on his bed.

Somehow throughout the years, his soulmate had lost a lot of of….comfortable things, like soft fluffy pillows, blankets, hoodies, and even a full bag of food!

Sometimes he thought his soulmate purposely lost things to give him stuff. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t starving to death or sleeping on a lump of stone for a mattress so he wouldn’t complain.

“harry” he looked at his sister, pressing his lips together and shrugging.

“what” he stressed, eyes drifting to where she was pointing.

There on his dresser was his headphones, though they weren’t there a moment ago “told ya”

Harry glared at her and snatched them off his dresser, tossing them around his neck and stomping out of his room.

=

“(y/n) I swear I can't find my new shirt! I just got it last week!” Audrey whined about her shirt, it was a non-expensive one but it was comfortable and breathable. You sighed through the phone.

“Audrey, if you can't find it, your soulmate has it, so just chill okay?”

She sighed “I know I know but that was a good shirt!”

“just buy another one?” you suggested, knowing she could easily do that.

“but that was-what the-oh” you heard something in the background and you sat up.

“new thing?”

“uh…yeah? It’s a ….bracelet?”

“whats it looks like?” you trapped your phone between your cheek and neck, continuing to work on your essay.

“silver, bunch of….piraty things on it? Is the best way to describe it I guess, and some red gems on it too”

“sounds cool” you laughed, setting your phone down and turning on speakerphone. “so hows you “vacation” going?”

“pretty good, I got my hair done”

“I saw, it looks dope” you complimented. Audrey hummed back.,

“I like it too, so anything new for you?”

“yeah, headphones, and a ring” you glanced at the red ruby ring on your desk, the teeth of the skull clamping around the jewel” “so you’re sure its an isle kid?”

“has to be, everything they lose is used, the only thing that was relatively new was stuff I lost”

“hmmm, well you know I really don’t like isle kids”

“correction, you don’t like Mal” you interrupted quickly, knowing she liked Evie to an extent and Carlos and Jay weren’t really on her radar.

“yeah yeah, but if they are an isle kid I won't be mean, if it's your soulmate it's your soulmate!”

“same for you Aud” you teased, her lost things were also very…isle like, but she constantly denied it.

“oh shut up”

You glanced at your clock and sighed “I gotta go, I have a thing to do”

“im guessing cotillion?” Audrey muttered.

“yeah, sorry Aud”

“its fine, its not your fault Ben was spelled”

“I know, but still” you murmured, saving your essay and closing your laptop “alright I really gotta go!”

“bye! Talk to you later kisses!” she made a kiss sound and hung up, leaving you to get to jane to help plan cotillion.

=

You jumped as Lonnie burst into your room, speaking quickly “bens on the isle kidnapped by pirates and I need your help to convince Jay and Carlos to let us help!”

You stayed silent as you processed her words before leaping out of bed and quickly getting dressed.

“let's go!” you grabbed your sword and ran out with Lonnie,  running around to the front.

“we’re coming with you guys” Lonnie stated, surprising  Jay and Carlos, the two boys laughed nervously.

“what? We don’t need swords at the…..waffle hut?” Carlos's smile dropped and he slowly turned his head to look at jay.

“really?”

“look its either you take us or….we’re gonna have to tell fairy godmother” jay and claros glanced at each other and sighed.

“alright, but (y/n) do you eve-“

You snorted and lifted up your arm, revealing the P tattoo you had gotten a couple of years back In honor of your uncle jack.

“There are some things I haven't told you guys” you laughed, pushing past them and heading to the limo.

=

Harry raised his brow as beasty boy kept glancing at his wrist “what are yeh lookin’ at beasty” he huffed, pointing his hook at him.

“…that bracelet looks very familiar for some reason” Ben muttered, squinting at the red and (f/c) beaded bracelet.

“so wha’ its meh soulmates” Harry rolled his eyes, turning around and strutting around the mainmast.

Bens eyes widened, that’s where he recognized it, it was (y/n)s! maybe-

“Finally!!!” ben was ripped from the mast, and pushed to the plank. “so lets get this started shall we!!” Ben looked to the group had arrived, relieved to see you among them.

No matter how pirate someone was, it was hard to beat the daughter of the king of pirates after all.

(y/n) turner.

=

You glanced around, some of these guys were hardly holding their swords correctly. You kept your sword behind your back since Mal had said to keep them hidden so Uma didn’t know anything was up.

Soon, mal passed the wand to uma, ben being handed back to her. As the pirates yelled in victory, you locked eyes with the tall red-coated boy, his bright ocean blue eyes sending a shock down your spine.

‘the hell’ you thought to your self, shaking your head, about to run back to the tunnel when uma screamed and broke the “wand”

“NO!” your eyes widened, watching as Uma drew her sword “YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERY TIME!” Carlos dug out the smoke bombs and launched them at the pirates.

You sighed, drawing your sword and flipping it in your hand, cringing as mal fumbled to grip ber sword correctly.

“mal space your fingers and move your thumb to the right!”

You leaped down the deck, landing in a crouch next to mal. “you focus on ben, ill handle any that come” mal looked startled but obeyed, running up the deck to get to ben.

Uma locked eyes with you, pointing her sword at you “get her!”

You smirked, twisting around and dodging several pirates blades, heh, your baby cousin could fight better than these goons.

Uam huffed, deciding to deal with you herself. You smirked as she ran at you, easily blocking and parrying her attacks.

She was quite good, possibly taught by one of the OG pirates that lived on the isle, but still.

She couldn’t best you. You disarmed her and tripped her, wincing slightly as she hit the deck with a loud smack.

“who the hell-“ her eyes widened as she caught sight of your wrist. You smirked.

“honor among thieves young captain” you purred, embedding her cutlass beside her head. As you ran to head back to the tunnel, something appeared mid-air.

A silver hook.

…

…

…

Oddest fucking timing you got ain't cha soulmate??? You ignored it, strapping the hook to your belt loops and running, not seeing umas jaw drop as that entire event happened.

“holy shit” she muttered, jumping as Harry popped up behind her and growled.

“I lost meh hook!”

=

Later in the limo, Evie finally caught sight of the hook, her eyes widening “h-how did you get Harrys hook? You never fought with him??”

“Harry who?” you muttered confused, grabbing the hook from your waist and holding it up “wait was this Harry apart of the battle?”

“yes! He was uma first mate! The one with the red coat!” Evie stressed.

You were silent for a moment before facepalming “this popped out of the air just as we were leaving.”

“oh shit” the car sounded back, Harry Hook was your soulmate.

=

A year later, the hook still sat on your dresser, delicately placed in a display case, and polished every week.

You had been unable to forget about it, unable to send it back to harry. So you kept it, not being able to go to the isle and give it back personally.

Until one day.

You dove underwater, glaring back up at the surface as you saw Audrey disappear.

You were really glad you followed your gut and took the hook with you to Janes birthday party.

Breaching the surface you took heavy breathes, swimming to the edge and lifting yourself up onto the grotto.

“come on, we gotta warn the others!” you lifted jane out of the pool.

“you go do that, I have to get my stuff!” you took your bike back to the dorms, changing out of your wet party clothes and into your gear.

You slid your loose leather jacket up to just below your elbow, putting on your gloves and ring.

Black pants with reinforced knees, calf-length steel toe boots, and your sword, hook once more on your belt loop.

As you stepped out of the dorms, you locked eyes with the vks.

“hey” you yelled out, smirking as they all jumped. “where the hell have you all been??”

“uh, getting hades ember???” mal looked you up and down, raising her brows “why are you dressed like that?”

“because I can” you snorted, locking eyes with harry “hey, I think this is yours” unhooking the hook, tossing it to harry.

He fumbled to catch it, jaw-dropping as he realized what it was “how-when did yeh get me…..oh…OH!” his cheeks turned pink, looking away from you and into his shoulder.

“yep, how’d you lose it in the first place?” you asked, watching as Harry glared at jay. “ah, gotcha” you snorted, following the group out as they had decided to go to the castle.

=

You smiled as the bridge began to build, your parents just behind you, hands on your shoulders. “you ready (y/n)” your mom asked, brushing a piece of cake off your cheek,

“yeah, and I think you guys will like him” you snickered. Your parents looked at each other, smiles on their faces.

“and why is that?”

“hes a pirate” you laughed, watching as Harry stepped over the bridge/Auradon border and locked eyes with you, a bright smile on his lips. He started to walk over to you.

“like mother like daughter” your dad laughed, grinning widely as you ran forward into Harry's arms.

“found yeh” Harry laughed, nuzzling his cheek into your hair, holding you tightly to his chest.

“I think our daughters in good hands” your mom hummed, intertwining hands with Will and walking over to greet harry.

you turned, smirking as you saw a black haired pirate girl hang Audrey recently lost necklace in front of her, Audrey cheeks Turing dark and she buried her face in her hands.

“wait Hetties soulmate is Audrey?....whoa” harry laughed, watching as his sister kissed the princesses forehead.

“i knew it” you chuckled, taking Harry arm and dragging him to meet your parents half way. “i never told you who my parents were right?”

“no?”

“yeah my moms Elizabeth Swan and my dads Will Turner.”

“WHAT?!”

---the end---

-this isn’t my best but I just had to get this idea out of my head, inspired by tik tok POVs with this au, might do a more in depth version of this--

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[vanillann]

pancakes for dinner ii (spencer reid x reader)

part i

warning: swearing 

word count: 1.9k

“Spencer?”

Spencer turned around quickly. He stood in the middle of my kitchen with batter sticking to his cheek.

“Pancakes?”

The tone in his voice sparked up, causing it to crack. The roller bag was long forgotten in the hallway, my feet not stopping until I stood in front of him.

“You got my message,” I spoke mostly to myself but the comment itself brought a smile to Spencer's face.

“I did.”

Not another second was wasted, my lips crashing onto his. I felt like I was floating, like I was on cloud 9. The way his teeth ran over my bottom lip made shivers run up my spine, I felt completely helpless in the best way possible.

His hands grabbed both sides of my face, slowly bringing me farther away from his own.

“Wake up.”

Huh?

“Wake up (Y/N).”

The sight of Spencer was gone in seconds, the overhead light of the plane taken over my vision.

“Hiya sleepy head.”

I turned back to my right, Lizzie's smiling face was a nice sight, but I was so mad it wasn't Spencer leaning in for another kiss.

Well, dream Spencer.

God, dream Spencer was just as hot as real Spencer.

“We are about to land,” Lizzie said as she grabbed my phone from my hands.

“What are you doing now, calling my boss?”

“Nope, putting my number in your phone.”

I smiled to myself, watching as my new found friend typed her number quickly into my phone.

*

Spencer fell back into his seat, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked at the loads of paperwork on everyone's desk.

“I need to call Savannah,” Morgan spoke quickly, stepping off to his office, his phone in his hand before he rounded the corner.

The talk of a phone call bought Spencer mine back to the voicemail (Y/N) had left him, sitting in whatever inbox the stupid thing had.

He looked through the glass door, the sight of the BatCave door was enough to have Spencer standing from his chair.

He pulled his phone out of his front pocket, knocking on the BatCave door because it was always nice to respect people's private space.

“Enter.”

Spencer pushed the phone open, trying to figure out how to work this weird tech box.

“What’s up Boy Wonder?”

Garcia's voice was smooth, as always.

“(Y/N) left me a voicemail but I can't get to the inbox.”

Without another word Garcia pulled the phone from his hands and typed away quickly.

“Speaker or handheld?”

Garcia looked up through the frames of her thick purple glasses, reminding Spencer of his old art teacher from college.

“Speaker is fine.”

Spencer didn't want to hold that stupid tech box with thousands, 17,000 to be exact, to his face if he didn't have to.

Garcia did her classic dramatic tape, the sound of (Y/N) voice made it all worth it.

“Hi Spencer, it’s me (Y/N).”

The first thing Spencer picked up on was the edge of (Y/N) voice, did something happen?

Are they kidnapped?

God not again.

“I have a feeling you and the team are on a case or something so you probably aren't going to get this until Pen teaches you how.”

“Burn,” Garcia said, making a fist and fist bumping the phone screen.

Spencer rolled his eyes, the sound of a faint laugh sounded through the phone, a note (Y/N).

No.

Just no.

“Okay, um here goes everything.”

Garcia and Spencer made eye contact at the same time, both confused looks burned into their brow.

“I wanna eat pancakes for dinner with you, I know that doesn't make sense to you and all but-um.”

Okay, something was definitely wrong, someone had to have a gun to your head if you were talking in code or something.

“A stranger on the plane told me a crazy story about the love of her life-”

Love?

“-dying in a plane crash and eating pancakes for dinner and I realized that I can't keep acting like I don't want you.”

Garcia dropped the phone, quickly jumping from her chair to pick it back up and hold it in front of both their faces, The bright screen lit up both their faces, both sided eyes and full of awe.

“And right now I’m horrified that this will end horribly but right now I’m stuck on this plane and if it crashes or I disappear or some serial killer finds me-”

Please don't bring up a serial killer killing you, not again.

“-I need you to know.”

Both FBI agents were bundled together in the middle of the room, both faces glued to the phone.

Hotch opened the door to the BatCave, opening his mouth to speak but Garcia hushed him quickly.

Oh god, In front of Hotch!

“I love you Spencer Reid-”

Hotch even took as small a gasp of air, not as big as Garcia but still louder than Spencer.

“-I always have and I can't help it that I wanna eat pancakes for dinner with you.”

Hotch closed the door, walking deeper into the room. He stood beside Spencer,  his face still stern but the hit of a smile playing across his face, his dimples almost on full display.

“I can't help it that you might be the love of my life and I might die today-”

“No,” Spencer yelped out, Garcia quickly held a finger up this mouth and gave him a Hotch look.

“-so if you don't feel the same it's okay but I just need you to know, um yeah bye.”

The sound of a harsh click ended the call, but no one in the room spoke.

“Oh god, if you don’t marry her I will, you can be the best man if you want,” Garcia spoke at lighting speed.

“She called me the love of her life.”

Spencer couldn't focus on anything in the room except the tech box that (Y/N) perfect voice was just flowing out of.

“How about I take your stack and divide them through the team?”

Hotch laid a shoulder on his shoulder, breaking him from the daze he had fallen into.

“Here take my car,” Garcia jumped from her seat, handing Spencer here keys with a Minecraft character, maybe, hanging for the side.

Spencer grabbed the keys and left the BatCave within seconds.

*

I placed the key into my apartment, a small voice in the back of my head telling me Spencer would be on the other side of that door with pancake batter on his face.

I pushed the door open, keeping my head focus to keep my disappointment at bay. I clicked the lights on, finally looking up to see my kitchen completely empty.

I felt the sigh pass my lips, dragging the roller bag, which felt extra heavy now, to the side of my couch.

I looked over my shoulder, the clock on my wall making me want to cry.

2:35am

The time zone was off now and I couldn't sleep, the thought of work in the morning was what made a few single tears roll down my cheeks.

“I hate being old.”

My phone buzzed, my hopes that it was Spencer were gone when I saw Lizzie name pop across my screen.

Lizzie: home yet?

I typed a quick yes, shoving the phone back into my pocket, walking straight to the coffee machine.

If I was going to be stuck watching stupid movies until work might as well have some liquid energy.

The closer I got to the pot the sooner I realized that I had no more coffee beans.

Did the universe hate me, like really hate me?

I played with my keys between my fingers, the thought of running to the small supermarket down the street couldn't hurt.

I didn't think twice, walking back through the front door and closing it behind me.

*

I wandered down the coffee aisle, looking through the many selves of beautiful coffee beans. I grabbed my normal brand and turned left.

I saw the crowd of people standing around the exit, the thought of pushing through them right now made me cringe. I instead turned right, making my way to the other end of the aisle.

My phone buzzed again, I smiled to myself just knowing it had to be Lizzie since it was going crazy.

Lizzie: i think i should paint a picture of you

Lizzie: like with fruits on top of your head

Lizzie: looking like the hot ass human you are

I started to laugh until my head hit a hard surface, but definitely not wall hard. I reached out to the nearest thing to me. the feeling of soft yarn could be felt on my finger tips.

“I’m so sorry-”

I looked up, the sight of Spencer Reid's flusher face had my hand moving off his arm in seconds.

“S-spencer-”

“(Y/N)-”

The way his voice jumped three octaves made the nerves float from my body, just like his voice always did.

Suddenly the memory of the plane was crashing against the side of my brain.

Oh no, it’s weird it’s weird.

“You’re home!”

I watched Spencer's eyes dart around my face, his smile full of nerves.

I shook my head, my eyes going to focus on the white floor of the supermarket floor before something caught my eyes.

A box of pancake mix was held firmly in Spencer's hands.

Pancake mix, oh jumping Jehoshaphat pancake mix!

“Spence-”

“I’m more of a waffle guy but I’m willing to settle!”

The words came out rushed and for some reason his hands flew above his head, like he was going to get arrested or something along those lines.

The blush that was creeping up my neck was making my body feel hot, I nearly forgot there were people all around us in the supermarket.

“I’ll give up waffles completely if that's what you want-”

“How about waffles for breakfast and pancakes for dinners?”

I didn't know how the hell I said that so calmly, I felt like my body was going to explode.

The feeling from the plane came back when he slowly started to smile, the feeling of the clouds passing by at a slow pace.

“Yeah, good compromise. You’ve always been good with compromises-”

I watched his lips move at rapid speed, wanting to actually kiss him.

I wonder if it would be as good as dream Spencer?

His mouth didn't stop, I could even focus on what he was saying anymore.

Only one way to find out.

I grabbed his tie, crashing his lip onto mine, his lips sinking into my bottom lip from where he was talking.

I felt my eyes flutter close, the way his hand ran up from my shoulder to the side of my neck.

His tongue ran across my teeth before a loud cough echoed from behind me. We broke away from the kiss, I looked over my shoulder to see an older couple watching us, both giggle to each other.

“May we get around you both?”

I shook my hand, sliding to the side. Spencer's hand didn't leave the side of my face, my hand wrapped around his tie.

Both smiled, the women stopping themselves and smiling.

“Might want to clean that up.”

She pointed to the floor, the sight of a broken box of pancake mix laid messy across the floor.

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[writingsofmyimagination]

28 Days |Epilogue|

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Genre: Werewolf Au (Jimin x Reader)   Part 1  Part 2

Rating:18+

Summary: It’s your birthday and well...you get treated. Sinful PWP to end this.

Word Count:3188

Warnings: Swearing,Smut - Slight exhibitionism, sex toys (cock ring) SUB Jimin... I repeat Sub Jimin.

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You were gratefully stolen from your nightmare of failing your end of year exams by the soothing scent of waffles. The glucose of the maple syrup powerful but tantalising to your drowsy senses. Dragging yourself from the comfort, you made a stumble to the kitchen area. A waffle sliding off the spatula onto the plate, his neck nudging his head into your newly emerged direction. You went to retrieve your fluffy dressing gown from the arm of a chair. His gaze briefly frozen on the curves of your behind feebly covered by the black lace hot pants teasing from under his shirt. The only skin available for your eyes to feast on was the occasional trail of veins running down his arms. Ripped denim skinnies sat over black and white vans, laces gleaming white. Red tee with the cutest pocket over his chest fitted and tucked into his leather belt. Heaven forbid he ever look scruffy to go out.

“Take a picture it lasts longer” you toyed covering the view and making your way over to him

“How many times have I asked you?” he countered serving the question straight back

“No, you’ve asked me if you can film us fucking, slight difference” your return bouncing the un-returnable ball in his court.

“Hey I’ve needed something while you’ve been busy revising and FINE! I’m asking now” He pulled you closer by your behind, hands having a firm squeeze for breakfast. You dodged his incoming kiss, leaning to the side to slide your finger through the maple syrup drizzled on your plate. His eyes frozen on the way your finger disappeared in your mouth and sucked on the digit he easily wished was his cock.

“I’m more hungry for actual food right now” You pecked him on the cheek kidnapping the plate from behind him.

“You’re insufferable when you tease you know that”

“You have your finals to focus on today”

“I know I know” His leather jacket sliding on his shoulders smooth as silk.

“Good luck”

“Happy Birthday baby” The drawn-out kiss on your forehead brought a beaming smile to your lips, insides heating up to a pleasant warm fuzz. Before he had the chance to straighten out your hands captured the back of his neck dragging him into a heated kiss which he fell weakly for.

“Remember to wear something nice for me later”

“As if I’d let you take me out in anything but. Can you not even give me a hint?”

“Nope”

You had no idea how dressy you needed to be.

Are we going out out or just just out?

//

Opting for as mid ‘out’ as you could you dug out your button front dress. The dress was belted with a silk tie, it stopped mid-thigh scooping slightly at the sides. The chest and long sleeves were laced in a pretty delicate floral pattern. Your hair was curled swooped over one shoulder and pinned. White hi-top converse snug on your feet.

Fuck heels, I need comfort

He rocked up at your door in black skinnies which were tight around his thighs.

Jesus lord mother of Mary

That alone could make your mouth hit the floor. The cotton fresh white v neck tugged tight into his gold buckled belt. The same leather jacket, silver zips scattered across in silver strips. Face bright, the concoction of exams going well and the reaction to the approved visuals of you.

“Ready?”

“Don’t I look ready?”

“I mean you look stunning but did you really have to wear something so easily taken off?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“More of a why do you have to be such a teasing bitch?” he chuckled as you swatted his arm.

//

He blindfolded you as soon as you got to his car.

//

You were cautious to your feet guided by Jimin until he ordered you to stop.

“Don’t move”

“Like I’m going to wander off” you shot back.

A click was the only thing reaching your ears. The smell of the room was familiar but your brain was too intrigued and giddy to bother working out why.

The blindfold fell from your face leaving only scrunched up eyebrows until the glint above you drew your attention. You were in the university library, the floor normally underneath tables had been pushed to the side, table legs flaying the air. It was astronomy week and the students had secured fairy lights to the ceiling in the shape of a star constellation. The blinds were shut, the fairy lights intermittently twinkling above you; like diamonds on a royals crown. He emerged from behind the desk with a wicker picnic basket and a rolled chequered blanket tucked under his arm. His sweet smile only subtly laced with triumph. Your gaze still fixed on the false sky.

“I know how comforting you find the library and how much of grump you get when your cold so didn’t want to take you out…”

“I love it!” you beamed nearly knocking the picnic basket from his grasp as you smothered him with a hug; his free hand steadying the influx of your weight against him.

“But If you haven’t got sausage rolls in there I will seriously reconsider our relationship” you teased plonking yourself down on the cleared floor atop the blanket.

“They were the first thing I picked up” he calmed.

//

“Ready for your present?”

“Mmmhmm” you hummed mouth full of scotch egg. Jimin fished out a small box from his pocket.

“Well open it. I’m not proposing” he beckoned after your stared at it for a moment too long.

“Jimin it’s beautiful” you cooed looking and the tear drop pendant weaved in your fingers. The outside ripples of silver, the main body was crystal clear, shimmering as you tilted your hands.

“Look closer” he urged. You did as you were told for once.

“How did you…?”

“You’d be surprised at who Yoongi has as contacts” he explained. Carved into the gem was the unmistakeably twizzled in swirls of patterns of haemoglobin. Something heavily involved in your thesis and wanted to specialise in in regards to how some viruses attack this area.

“I knew your nerd ass would love it and all jokes aside you give me so much life and I do feel sometimes you’re my oxygen that I need flooding through me to live” he paused.

“You know like haemoglobin”

“I’m more than aware of its function Jimin” you chuckled. He was sweet; the sweetness coaxed water to fill your eyes with none of it falling.

“I love you too you big softy” You were already clipping the chain around your neck. He lent over to you lips pressing hard into you. The other gift he’d presented was far less innocent.

“Are you planning on getting the strawberries and cream out or what?” you mouthed speaking into his kiss, lightly grappling at his bottom lip. The sucrose in the air was all too suffocating.

“Are you not sweet enough?” he teased failing to hold his cringe filled laugh. You lightly shoved his chase away from you.

“Get that cheese away pllleeaase” you begged. In order to maintain your dignity your leg was slightly bent and raised before you. Your thigh was more exposed but at least your underwear was covered.

//

“Oops” You shook your head, the cool cream conveniently dripping onto your thigh as Jimin fed you the last but one strawberry. As straight as his face was his true intention hadn’t been masked in his eyes.

“Well are you going to clear up your mess or not?”

“Well if you insist”

You planted both hands behind you leaning back, his warm tongue collecting the cool cream escaping down your thigh.

“I think you taste sweeter” he hummed, his tongue spanning his lips before disappearing back into his mouth. Your sudden movements caught him off guard. Enough to let you have advantage and push his weight back enough to fight yours to be on top. You scrunched his shirt up to his neck. Perfect olive skin. Muscles taught and firm under his skin. His eyes diligent in following the drips of cream pooling over his stomach, his muscles twitched at the temperature. The last strawberry dragged through the milky coating on his skin before half of it disappeared in your mouth.

“I think you do”

“Why don’t you come up over here so I can taste you again?” You were by no means going to say no but you were going to tease him until he pleaded for it. You stood, shimmying out of your underwear. His brows knitting together when you sat back down still over his hips and not his face.

“Don’t pout!” the buttons on the front of your dress one by one slowly became unhooked. His hands automatically resting firm on your hips after his hands quickly laid claim to your chest.

“I just thought I’d make myself that bit sweeter for you”

“And how do you think you can do that?” he challenged. He was too busy admiring your front he’d not seen your hands dip behind and retrieve the cream pot.

“Like this?” You watched the trail make its way down through the valley of your breasts running over your stomach to pool in between your thighs and run down his sides. His eyes now shifted to your core laced in creamy glucose.

“Fuck princess” he whined, those unstoppable flecks raging in his eyes.

“Get up here now!”

Excuse me?

Your expression clearly mirrored your thoughts

“Please” his tone so whiny compared to his last demand.

His purr vibrated at your core, cream smudging around his lips. The cat who definitely got the cream. Your hand flew to his tangle in his hair, the other flying out to secure yourself against the beech desk in front of you. Nail meeting the smooth surface with nothing to grip onto.

Your head dropped; his eyes were closed held together in the total ecstasy of you. Only when the moans started trickling from your lips did his eyes burn up hard into you. The more pressure he put against your core the less you were able to hold his clouded over fuelled red eyes. This boy could have you cumming on his tongue quicker than anyone else. Whether it was because he could hear your heartbeat or the whole essence thing made it more intense but it he could have you so damn quick. You knew he was taking his time; any other day you’d already be begging him for your third release already, easy. The torturous slow stripes he made with his tongue had the deep groans boiling in your throat.

“Please make me cum already” you whined tugging his hair, grabbing his attention to your face and not the feast he was making between your legs He’d kept you dancing on the edge for too long.

“Make yourself” he coaxed in between the breathes he was catching up on. It wasn’t a sarcastic comeback. Definitely not.

“Want me to ride that pretty face of yours?” current roles subtly switching.

“Mmmhmm” he hummed swiping your arousal from his lips with his tongue, eyes blown, completely fucked out. You breathed a ‘sigh’ with a jesting eye roll. You were inebriated, addicted to how he loved it when you used him to get off. He was equally to you using him. His head stayed docile, his tongue a podium still and stiff for you to take your prize. Both your hands now steadied against the desk, hips gyrating over him.

No longer would he dance you along the jagged edge of your release. You threw yourself off, all the weight of previous refusals crashing on top of you. You fell hard. Your head hung; exhausted for a moment before giving Jimin room to breathe.

“Does this hurt?” You teased palming his cock straining against the tight denim of his jeans. The hiss and chokes echoing in the room answering your questions with perfect clarity.

“Well we can’t have that”

“Go behind the desk” He did as he was told.

“Why have I never thought about fucking you over the library desk” He cursed himself.

“I never said you were going to fuck me” Swirling the new cock ring he’d bought for you round your finger.

“Guarantee you’ll need me to fuck you when you’ve finished toying with me”

He always fucking knows.

His top discarded, slung over the top of the desk that shielded you from the rest of the library. Your hands guiding themselves across the perfect sculpture of his back, nails purposely leaving red trails. The cool leather of his belt resting against your skin. The front of his jeans pulled down his cock strained with the ring. Gargled moans and pants disrupting the calm of the library each time you hand gripped and moved.

“Going to beg yet?”

“No..o” Your hand snaked up his back, hair taught in your wrists.

“How about now? You breathed dangerously close to his ear, back arching in a crescent obediently to you. Vibration now throbbing through his already painful member. Neck strained, unrestrained grunts bobbing his adams apple. He blissfully regretted the present he got for you already; not too much though.

“Fuck” he whined, restraint and control leaking from his voice.

“Okay okay” Tolerance snapping as you your hands stroked him in a torturous slow movement

You stopped, pushed the power switch on the ring. Straightening yourself. Hands staying where the stilled; a potential threat if his words were not satisfactory.

He took whatever breath he could into his lungs, knuckles white gripped on the table.

“Pleeease let me fuck you, please let me cum mmm…. hand, mouth I don’t care” His arms struggled not to buckle, desperation thick through his strength.

“Are you that desperate that you don’t even care anymore?” Your thumb glazing over the end of his cock.

“Jesus…yes” his voice breaking in sync with his cracked resolve. With him facing the front you could only see his jaw tensing up, the side of his eyes straining to stay open.

“Are you that desperate that you don’t even want to make me cum before you?”

“mmm…No!”

Correct answer!

“Good boy” you praised

“Now I’m going to turn this back on and you’re going to wait until I allow you to cum. You’ve got to fuck me now. I’m dying to have you inside me”

Unanimous profanities bubbled into the room; bodies finally entwined. You both stilled, him fully inside you. Everything just felt too good. Senses overwhelmed with sweet sensations. Your arms crossed at the back of his neck fingertips tight to his skin. The perspiration glazing his forehead mingling with yours. Both looking down to where you connected.

“Ready?” asking and clenching around him at the time had him pinning his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Mmm” he breathed breathing through your torturous tensing.

“Words” you lightly scolded clenching again. His throat bobbed tense.

“Yes” he finally managed.

The throbbing vibrations resumed through him. The patch on top of the ring now vibrated through your clit each time he jolted his hips into you. His laboured breathing indicative of him holding back, funnelling control in his movements. Hot air swirling between you. Your head incapable of moving against the firm hand keeping your head with his. The muscles in your legs tensing, verging on cramping with how tight they gripped at his waist keeping the vibrations on you as much as possible. His bucks sudden and precise, enough apart that he can just about hold onto himself.

“Fuck, please give… it up to…” He was desperate, he needed you to cum so badly so you would show mercy on him.

“Hold it” you ordered. He whimpered, uncertain of his ability to do as he was told. His head drooped to the nook of your neck teeth latching on in a weak attempt to transfer some of the frustration and distraction somewhere else. He choked when your legs locked and pulled him as close as humanly possible. His restricted movement gave you the control to circle your hips around him directing the vibrations in the rhythm you needed. His hot breathes became jagged, fanning across the front of your shoulder.

“Count to 3 then cum for me baby” You panted.

“1” his hips snapped once.

“2” you clenched around him, controlling your muscles not to give. His moans stuttered.

“3” the count was almost breathless; almost devoid of sound. You arched into him shoving the vibrating pack back harsh against your clit, tightening around him again.

Swear words groaned out of his mouth, your core pulsing around him in waves washing you with serotonin. The rush of exaggerated senses never stopped overwhelming you too see white spots shadowing your visions. Sex with your essence was ridiculously other worldly; normal sex now completely transcended. You viced onto his body until his hips finished jerking.

Ugh! No condom, going to be an uncomfortable trip home. But..

“Jesus you’re going to kill me” he panted as you tapped at his hips

Move back

Powering down the ring, slipping it off with a grunt from him.

“Well you got me this remember so really you’ve done yourself in” Your index fingertip beckoning a hot soft kiss to your lips.

“I want one more thing from you baby”

“Anything” he confessed popping the buttons of his jeans back into looking decent.

“I’m not making my way home with your mess dripping out of me. Clean it up” You couldn’t decide who donned the filthier smirk Jimin or you. Within a beat he was on his knees, tugging a leg over his shoulder. Hurrying your hands behind you stabilising yourself from cracking your head on the top level of the desk. A gargled groan eliciting from the flicks of his tongue, the sensitive nub quietly welcoming the soft warm strokes. When his motions became less focused on collecting and began to circle more at your clit you gripped and yanked his hair.

Fuck, he looks sweet

“Look at you with your own cum glistening on your chin…so sexy” The visual pulled at the recovering coils in your core; but the light smile on your face slowly erupted into a small laugh. In retaliation he bounced up forcing an unbalancing harsh kiss. Transferring the chimera of your climaxes to your lips. You fingers teasing your buttons at the front of your dress closed, away from the already wandering eyes of Jimin.

“You taste so good mixed with me” He purred burying into your neck inhaling the after sex intoxicating scent he swooned for.

“Stop talking like that or I’ll wanna fuck you again” you warned. He burrowed further hands tightening at your hips

“And?” he countered

“I’d much rather you take me back home so I can do it with YOUR new favourite toy”

“Is it my birthday or yours?” His body remembering how hard he came with the new purple strap on you loved torturing him with.

“Having you in tears begging for me to go harder is all the present I need”

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The Joker x Reader - “A.N.N.I.E.”

A.N.N.I.E. (Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity) is an outdated android model that emerged on the market two years ago. The Joker purchased her as a toy for his son not knowing she will become the recipient of desperate attempts to keep Y/N with him. After the woman’s unexpected death, experiments meant to transfer her conscience inside Annie failed yet The King of Gotham couldn’t part with the only thing that reminded him of someone he actually cared about.

“Can you fix her?” The Joker asks the two programmers that have been assessing the android for the past 15 minutes.

“Hard to tell sir, but we are trying to determine what triggered the malfunction,” Zariah points at the 4 laptop screens simultaneously running diagnostics. “Recently there’s been a spike in flaws regarding A.N.N.I.E. models; after all they were released 2 years ago. I would recommend acquiring the most current technology…”

“No need to!” J bitterly cuts him off. “Just fix her!”

“We will do our best, sir!” Mickel reassures The King of Gotham: his wretched temper might interfere with today’s agenda and the two hackers simply can’t afford it.  

“Your best is not enough,” The Joker growls. “She cornered my son last night and almost crushed him against the wall. I had to use manual override to shut her down. That’s not typical machine behavior, is it?!”

“No sir, although I’ve heard of similar incidents in the past months. If it continues, Annie prototype will be pulled off the market soon,” Zariah informs.

“Her name‘s not Annie,” The Clown Prince of Crime interrupts the unwanted advice. “Her name’s Y/N!”

Awkward silence and Kase’s voice resonates from upstairs.

“Daddy?... Daddy?...”

“My son’s awake; I’ll be back,” J abandons the two men in a hurry and stumbles on the numerous cables connecting the laptops to the cyborg on his way out.

“Goddammit!”, he huffs through his clenched teeth before vanishing around the corner.

“That was fucking weird,” Mickel whispers. “What does he means her name is not A.N.N.I.E.?! Am I crazy? Is this not Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity sitting in that chair?!”

“Of course it is,” Zariah confesses in low tone. “He gives me the creeps too how he thinks she’s in there.”

“What do you mean “she”?” the obvious question follows.

“Check those cords,” Zariah urges and continues: “You noticed he corrected me with the name for the pile of rubbish.”

“Yeah,” the other guy begins typing a bunch of configurations while listening to the scoop.

“Y/N used to take care of his kid. Nobody can say who she really was: some believe she might have even been the mother, that her and Mister Joker were together. Others swear the little boy called her auntie; maybe she actually was Mister J’s sibling. Who the hell knows? She was a strange woman and she looked… different also,” Zariah’s gaze circles the premises to make sure their employer is not eavesdropping.

“No shit!” Mickel frowns at the statistics popping up on the monitors.

“Yeah, I saw her a few times, gave me the creeps. Something was off with her, you just could tell. Mister J always had jerks working for him and I guess they clashed with Y/N quite often: it got so bad they dared planning a prank that ended horribly. Do you know the warehouse on 14th street? The 6 stories one?”

“No.”

“Well, supposedly it happened there: Mister J was out of town and had no clue about the scheme plotted without his consent. The crew took his son on the roof and threatened they will toss him off the building if she doesn’t jump instead.”

“And?!” Mickel halts his typing, intrigued.

“She jumped… … they didn’t think she would.”

“Holy crap! I had no idea!”

“Dude, it was a disaster!” Zariah shrugs depicting the facts. “Y/N splattered all over the concrete, broken to pieces… Despite the severe injuries, she didn’t die immediately: she was in a coma for almost a month before passing away. Mister J had Annie already, he probably bought her as a toy for Kase when it first emerged on the market. The rumor is that while Y/N was in a coma he kidnapped scientists and forced them to work on a senseless project: transferring her conscience inside Annie.”

“You’re shitting me!” Mickel exclaims at the insane disclosure.

“Nope.”

“Can’t be done; it’s impossible!”

“And who’d dare explain the obvious to him, huh? Not the researchers he killed the moment she stopped breathing if you get my drift.”

“That’s messed up!” Mickel forcefully exhales, infinitely more nervous about being at The Penthouse for the moment.

“Do you remember the serial murders that shook Gotham 3 months ago?” Zariah has more gossip for his partner. “It was Mister J hunting down every single person that was on the roof the day Y/N jumped.”

“We shouldn’t be here,” the anxious Mickel shrugs. “Maybe we should abandon our mission.”

“Bulshit! They’ll pay us double over anything he offers so don’t be a pussy! Speaking of, you should assemble the guns prior to his return!”

Mickel is reluctant to the whole scenario, yet he compiles the two guns out of items resembling computer parts scattered in their suitcases: that’s how they were able to deceive security.

“Done,” he stashes one finished weapon under his jacket, offering the other to Zariah.

“Remain calm and we’ll be ok,” the latest mumbles. “Let’s pretend we’re here to repair this junk.”

A couple more minutes pass by and The Joker’s presence alongside his offspring makes the two guys cringe.

The little boy hides behind his father’s legs, shyly glancing the android’s way.

“Don’t be scared,” J grumbles. “She’s in power saving mode, it’s fine.”

“Yes, it’s perfectly safe,” Zariah winks. “We are almost done extracting all the data,” he gestures at the laptop’s screens.

Kase giggles and rushes to climb on Annie’s knees, excited to see her after she wasn’t allowed to sleep in his room last night which is understandable since the robot went bonkers.

“Hi Y/N,” the child softly pulls on her long hair. “I want waffles pwease.”

The hackers exchange meaningful glares and The Joker replies:

“She can’t for now,” he mutters. “She’s defective. Frost will take you out for breakfast, alright?”

“Does it hurt?” the 5 year old pouts at his parent’s affirmation: he doesn’t comprehend all the words and it’s difficult for a kid to process the concept of transference.

After Y/N died, The Joker told Kase she moved inside Annie: he wasn’t delusional about his failed experiment but it was easier to make his son cope with the loss of the woman that raised him. J doesn’t literally believe there’s any trace of Y/N in the machine: how could it be? Several months passed and nothing proved what he tried to accomplish succeeded: a twisted concept originating from a distorted mind was doomed from the start.

“It doesn’t hurt,” The Clown Prince of Crime sighs. “She’s resting.”

“Sir, I think you should see this,” Mickel gets his attention.

“What am I looking at?”

“You used voice command to lock down the android?” Zariah pinpoints at the monitor to his left.

“I did.”

“That’s not what turned off the system: see the numbers flowing borderline with the  central matrix, the tiny squares? She wasn’t locked down by external command, she was terminated from within.”

“What do you mean?!” Mickel scoots over in his rolling chair, baffled.

“Somebody trespassed the firewall,” his accomplice utters the obvious.

J is less than happy with the random discovery still he requires confirmation of his suspicion.

“Meaning?”

“Annie, I mean Y/N is the recipient of a cyber-attack: she’s been hacked.”

“Hacked?” J scoffs. “What for? She’s just a companion android, it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Not sure, sir…” Zariah lifts his shoulders up, baffled.

“Can you find the source?” the green haired individual suggests.

“Analyzing the algorithm shows puzzling results: these numbers should be repeating themselves every so often, yet they don’t; never seen anything like it and I’ve been dealing with computers for a long time,” Mickel adds. “The most interesting detail is certainly challenging our expertise: tracking the root of the signal is pretty much unachievable. We should see input bouncing around from different servers because this is how hackers disguise their trail; but… this particular livestream happened simultaneously from various servers around the country.”

“There’s practically 0% chance for such abnormal hacking with today’s technology!” Zariah scrunches up his face at the baffling discovery. “How in the world was it done?!”

“You’re the experts!” The Joker barks. “I hired you based on strong recommendations from others that used your skills. Can you fix her or not?!”

“Of course, sir.”

“Yes!” the two associates ease The Clown’s doubt. “We’ll unplug the cables, we already removed all necessary info.”

Kase watches them detach the cords from Annie’s access ports, the child sulking at their action.

“Y/N, does it hurt?” he asks and hops off her lap. The empty shell doesn’t respond since the robot is in power saving mode.

“It doesn’t hurt,” The King of Gotham duplicates his earlier statement. “Frost!” he addresses the henchman entering the living room. “Take him to our restaurant on Madison Avenue for breakfast then he can play at the property on Foster Creek until we are done here. I want a 3 cars escort.”

“Yes, boss. I’ll call in advance and tell them not to open the place until we’re done.”

“Good,” J agrees with his henchman’s proposal. “Kase, go and eat!” he urges the offspring having a few more secrets to share with Annie. “Come on, let’s go!” the impatient father encourages.

The 5 year old obeys and kisses Annie’s cheek, whispering:

“I’ll bwing you beck’fast auntie, ok?” and he rushes at Frost’s side screaming up a storm. “Byeeeee daaaaaddy!!!”

The programmers are so absorbed by the mystifying enigma they stumbled upon by accident they don’t pay attention to the little nugget’s promise: even if they would, Zariah and Mickel wouldn’t be able to untangle the convoluted riddle of Y/N’s true identity.

She wasn’t The Joker’s girlfriend nor Kase’s mother: Y/N was nothing less than The Clown’s younger sister.

The woman protected the only family she had like a hawk, thus she didn’t hesitate to give her life in exchange for her nephew’s.

Too bad she had no idea those jerks were mocking her when she ended up on that accursed roof.  

Too bad her brother didn’t guess their intentions and extremely regrettable he was left alone without the only person he ever trusted.

Too bad she died granted J’s desperate efforts to keep her with him.

And so sad he didn’t know how much Y/N meant to him until she was gone.

“Isn’t it weird someone breached my android in the same time it was malfunctioning and closed her down?…” J stares outdoors on the terrace. “Why would anyone go through the trouble?... What’s the purpose?”

The familiar click of safety being taken off a gun awakens The Joker from apathy and he turns around: it’s not easy to surprise J but he’s stunned to notice the two experts he recruited pointing guns at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Cashing in a huge payday, sir,” Zariah sneers. “It’s not often you become a legend for murdering…”

The Joker is not listening, his attention diverted by the strange phenomenon occurring behind the two hackers threatening his life: Annie is standing up from her chair and that’s clearly not possible; she is in power saving mode!

The android grabs Mickel’s arm and twists it to 90 degrees, using his own pistol to blow his brains out. Before Zariah can react he’s knocked to the ground with such violence J starts backing out, unsure on what to do when Annie steps on the man’s neck.

The sound of fractured bone plus the cyborg’s attention clearly directed towards him now makes him shout:

“Code 71345, emergency override!”

“Access denied!” the robot approaches still calibrating its joints and electronic synapses.

What the hell is wrong with this thing?!

“Code 71345, emergency override!”

”Access denied!”

J wants to make a run for it but he’s aware Annie is faster; why is she glitching like this?! 

“Code 71…”

“Why are you trying to shut me down when I tried so hard to come back to you?” the cold voice halts the rest of his sentence.

The Joker takes a strenuous breath, dumbfounded at the shocking revelation:

“Y/N?... … Is… is… that you?!... …”

The android tilts its head to the left while an eerie smile flourishes on the plastic lips:

“Missed me?”

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Steve Harrington x Reader - Part 1 : Code Orange

Prompt: The scene takes place after the events of season 3. You are Erica and Lucas babysitter and you find out the kids are sneaking out of the house to spend time with Steve Harrington.

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It was the end of the summer. 1985, a hell of a year. Weird stuffs had happening during the past few months. Dead people, chemical leaking, and the mysterious  destruction of Starcourt in only one night. Hawkins had become the center of attention of all Americans after that. But it didn’t last for long. The reporters were already packing their stuffs and leaving the town. Soon children would go back to school and no one will remember anything. Like Always. It wasn’t a problem for you, peace and quiet were all you ever wanted. You were trying to make money before going back to college, by keeping an eye on your neighbors’ children, the Sinclair. To be honest, Erica was a pain in the ass sometimes, she couldn’t stop talking and complaining all day long saying she was too old for a babysitter. How old was she exactly? 7 years old? And her brother, Lucas, was a weird little kid, playing with his talkie walkie 24/7. Annoying af, or maybe you’d just forget how it was to be a kid. Now everything was all about money, having a car and a job. Yeah, maybe talkie walkie was better finally...

On this hot day of August you were listening to Fresh by Kool & the Gang with your brand-new walkman. Your feet were following the rhythm, skating on Sinclair’s carpet with your rollerblade. Being paid for this was not that bad. The children were spending half of their time in their bedrooms, not bothering you. Four hours left and you could go to the roller rink to skate for real, you thought, looking at the clock on the wall. 

Suddenly above the music you heard a strange sound upstairs. You stopped the music and took your headphones off.

- Erica, Lucas, is everything okay? you called

Please, please tell me they haven’t broken anything, not again, you silently prayed. But no one answered your question.

- Hello, I am talking to you!!

Still nothing and now you had to go upstairs to check if everything was okay. God, you would never have children. You knocked on Lucas’s door, but once more no one answer.

- I am coming in. I swear if you...

You stopped talking. The bedroom was empty. A comic book was opened on the bed, but Lucas and his bloody talkie walkie were gone. Same thing in Erica’s bedroom. Were they trying to play hide-and-seek with you or something? 

- Hm, okay. I bet you are under the bed, you said

You kneeled but found no one under the bed. No one in the wardrobe. No one behind the door. You moved to the window and checked the curtain. No one. But wow interesting, the window was open and here they were, running on the grass of their garden. A car was parked a few meters away and a man you couldn’t identify was waiting for them. 

- What the hell, you mumbled as the Sinclair was getting in the car

What the hell? WHAT THE HELL? The car was now leaving and you couldn’t move from this window. Who was this bloody man? What if he was kidnapping them? You started to panic. But the car was gone. Now, you were screwed.

You spent the worst two hours of your life after this. You had the phone in your hands, shaking, but it was like you couldn’t move, like you couldn’t do anything but wait. Obviously, the perfect babysitter would have called the cops. But you couldn’t admit to yourself that you’d failed that much at your job. The Sinclair, the cops, your mom, every soul in this town would know you as the girl that let two innocent children in the hands of some kind of rapist or total psycho and didn’t do anything. 

And then, like in a magic show, the car reappeared. Lucas and Erica ran back to the house laughing, safe and sound. You heard them climbing to their window distinctly and then it was the silence again. You could still hear the beat of your heart, tho. But your hands weren’t shaking anymore. Damn kids. They better talk.

                                                             ***

The Sinclair was looking at you, both worried and amazed.

- Come on take a sit, I made waffles for you, you said with a bright smile - But aren’t we going to eat with mom and dad in less than one hour? asked Lucas confused - Don’t worry. You can eat whatever you want. I won’t tell your parents.

After a second of hesitation, the siblings started to eat voraciously. 

- It’s good, isn’t it? you asked - Delicious, answered Erica with her mouth full of food - So delicious that I deserve a reward, don't you think? - Sure... - Okay… So you better tell me where you’ve been all afternoon. In details, you said with a deep and sinister voice.

Both of them choked with their waffle before turning to each other, with a grave and troubled glance. Wow, you were actually scaring those kids, you thought proudly.

- Did you saw us?  - Well yes. And I need an explanation, right now. Or maybe you prefer talking about this with your mom... - No, no, no, please, said Erica

One more threat and they were done.

- Okay, hm don't worry we were just watching a film at Mike’s. In his basement, said Lucas trying to calm the situation.

His sister nodded.

- And I guess you can’t watch a film at home? And you can’t ask me permission? Can you imagine how worried I was? I almost called the cops! you screamed  - Sorry, mumbled Erica  - Yeah sorry, and who was this guy in the car? - Steve Harrington, he works at Video Family and he gives us such cool film every week. This is so... - Every week? What do you mean every week? This is not the first time?

Lucas was now having trouble swallowing his own saliva. This situation was insane. These two had been sneaking out for weeks… with Steve Harrington. Like Steve Harrington from high school, the popular guy that all the girls wanted. 

- Well, you two saved your ass for this time. Tomorrow I will go to Video Family and talk to Steve. But I warn you, if his explanations don't satisfy me, your mom will know.

For a more dramatic look, you took back the waffles from the table. The look on their faces was hilarious. Damn, having so much power was cool. 

The next day you kept your promise and went to Video family. The children didn’t lie, Steve was there at the welcome desk with another girl from your high school, Robin.

- Hello...

-... Welcome to...

-... Video Family...

-... How can we help you?

Robin and Steve looked pretty proud of their intro. You struggled to contain your laughter. 

- I would like to have a moment with Steve please. Alone, you asked gently

Robin opened two round eyes, a little surprised, even shocked. But she stepped back.

- Good luck, dingus, she whispered. - Hm, so what is happening Y/N? asked Steve. - Oh nothing crazy, you know. Just you, stealing MY kids to drive them to some random house the other day.

Boom. There it was the same look on his face than the one of Lucas and Erica the day before. You caught Robin looking at you but she quickly turned her head.

- At first I thought you were some kind of pedophile, but…  - Holy hell, no, no, no. I can explain, I swear, said Steve interrupting you - Steve, what kind of person goes to a basement with little kids? - The way you phrase your sentence make it weird... But we were just watching a film. You know, star wars the one with the little bears.

Steve started to imitate the sound of a laser sword, without success. 

- Okay, well I should have told you, he finally admitted - Yeah indeed. I am sorry, but I have to tell Mrs.Sinclair and I am pretty sure you won’t be allowed to approach her children after that...nor any other child in this town. - Wow, wow, wow wait a second. I am sure we can find a deal, said Steve with a bit of panic in his voice

To be fair, he sounded honest and Steve Harrington was not the kind of person that was dangerous for children. It was just strange. And a bit funny, King Steve wasn’t usually struggling to get his way.

- Go on, impress me, you said - Okay, okay let me see... I ask you on a date. Saturday night, you good? - What do I win? - Well a date with me, duh, said Steve pointing at his chest

You rolled your eyes. That was presumptuous. You were about to tell him to shut up and when a bunch of kids entered the video club yelling.

- CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! screamed a teenager with a cap - Henderson what is... - Code orange Steve let’s go!! said the kid once more

You noticed Lucas and Erica behind him. 

- Y/N, what are you doing here? asked Lucas - Making a deal, you answered

But Steve wasn’t interested in you anymore. He caught his keys on the desk and started following the troop with Robin. 

- Hm, excuse me, where do you think you are going? you asked - Listen, Y/N it’s urgent, can we talk about this later? - Hm... No - CODE ORANGE! CODE ORAN... - I KNOW, yelled Steve at Henderson - You are not going anywhere with the Sinclair, do you hear me? you added - Ok, fine, come with us then. But I don't want to hear you complaining, said Steve reluctantly.

You gave him the finger but followed him. That’s not exactly how you wanted to spend your afternoon but after all it was a code orange. 

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Cheater -- Part 2

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warning: Sexual harassment, violence

A/N: I wanted to get this out sooner but I've been so busy recently. So sorry for the wait

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It had been three months since you caught Tom. Three months since you walked out on him forever.

You hadn't seen him since that day. You had been relying on Tom's money for so long, you had to stay over a friend's house until you made enough money to rent an apartment.

It had been hard, but you refused to go back to him. Leaving him had its perks. You didn't have to live in fear for his or your own life anymore, you got to focus on your education, and you got to fix old friendships you lost. Overall, you felt like a normal person for once.

But at the same time, you were in so much pain. The two of you were engaged. You were supposed to get married. You loved him, you didn't believe you could ever love someone that much again. He made you feel beautiful and loved. He was a drug that you had been addicted to, and at some points you believed the withdrawal symptoms would kill you. But you were strong, and you wouldn't run back to him.

Tom on the other hand had been doing much worse than you had. Nothing in Tom's life brought him joy. You were always the one to make him genuinely happy. So with you gone from his life without a single word, he had lost himself in his work. He gained more and more enemies every day because of it. The more money and power he gained was never enough, he was insatiable, craving something that would make the pain a little more bearable. And he found that one thing that made the pain lessen, was to make sure you were safe. He had you followed, had tabs kept on you every week. He knew everything. He even knew that you had gotten a little better from the break up every week while he continued to worsen.

Tom sighed, throwing the papers down on his desk and leaning back into his seat. Frenetic knocking sounded from his office door.

"Come in," Tom shouted, annoyed.

The doors swung open revealing one of his men. "Sir, (Y/N) was kidnapped." The man panted.

Tom's eyes widened and he stood up abruptly. "Go and get Harrison."

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(Three hours earlier)

You laughed at your friend who decided to visit you at the bar you worked at.

"You actually made him cry?" You laughed.

Your friend nodded her head, "Yeah, it was so funny. Like why be in a debate class and not be able to carry your own argument. He got so frustated he literally stood there and started crying."

"I'm impressed Liza-" You noticed someone sitting down at the bar. "I'll be right back." You said nodding towards the man's direction. She nodded back taking a sip of her drink.

You approached the man nonchantly. "Anything I can get for you?"

The man seemed a little strange, and it was hard to see his face since it was covered by his hood. He lifted his head glancing at your nametag. "Nothing right now, (Y/N)." He said as an unsettling grin formed on his lips.

"Um, alright. Just call if you want something." You hurried away. You felt your heart beat quicken. 

You weren't stupid, you had met plenty of terrifying men while you were with Tom. The only question was if this man was part of a mob or just some creep. 

"You okay?" Your friend asked as you approached her. "You look pale."

"I'm- I'm fine. Uh, so what were you saying before?"

~~

The rest of the night seemed to go by smoothly enough, about an hour after you spoke to the unsetting man he had left, making you feel much better. 

It had gotten pretty late and unfortunately you were the one that was left to close that night. You finished wiping down the bar and all of the tables.

"So, Tom Holland, huh?"

You snapped your head towards the bar, your eyebrows furrowing. It was the same man from before. "How-?"

"That lock." He nodded towards the door. "Child's play. Now, I'm very interested in you (Y/N). Would never peg a girl like you to go around fucking men in the mafia. I see why he would fuck you, though." He said raking his eyes up and down your body.

You scoffed, and crossed your arms. "It was one man. And we're not together anymore so I can't help you with whatever it is you want."

"Oh, but sweetheart. I think you can." He said standing up. 

A flash caught your eye and you found a gun hanging loosley from his hand. Of course there was a gun. There was always a gun. 

He came closer and slowly began circling around you. You stood completely still. "You two were supposed to get married weren't you?" You nodded. "And it turns out Tommyboy is still in love with you."

You felt your heart jump. Of course you were terrified for your life, but Tom still had this power over your heart.

"Oh what's this? You're blushing. Do you still love him too?"

You swallowed nervously. "No, I hate him."

"Hm, I don't believe you-."

"What do you want? You're not really here to talk about my love life, so what do you want?"

"Ooh, okay, I think I'm starting to understand why Holland likes you so much. You're firey. But you're right, what I'm actually here is for leverage."

"Wha-?" But before you could finish, you felt the butt of the gun slam into your head and you were out.

~~

"She's pretty isn't she?"

"Keep it in your pants, that's not what she's here for."

"Yeah but still. Do y'think the boss will let us have a little fun with her before we have to kill her."

"Shut the fuck up and do your job, alright."

"Well he isn't wrong." A third voice interjected. "Holland was a lucky bastard."

You slightly groaned, as you blinked your eyes open, your head pounding. You lifted your head finding the three men that had been speaking, circling around you.

"Good morning, princess. How's your head?" You recognized this voice from the first man that had spoken. He was tall with black hair.

"Don't call me princess."

The two other men laughed. "I'm gonna get the boss. James come with me." The more serious one said before leaving the room with James leaving you alone with the black haired man.

"So you were really gonna marry Holland?" He asked, but you looked away from him and ignored what he said. "Tell me why a girl who seems so obviously innocent would go for a freak like Holland. Hm? Is it cause you like it rough, cause sweetheart if you like it rough, I can have you cumming in seconds."

"You're disgusting. I'd never let you touch me." You spat.

The man slowly started to approach you. Once he reached you, he gripped your chin pulled your face close to his. "Such a filthy mouth." He grinned in amusement. "Did Holland let you speak to him like that or do you like to be put in your place." He leaned in closer so his lips were by your ear. "I bet you're a dirty little slut betwee-"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you." An all too familiar voice said. 

Both your head and the man's snapped towards the door seeing Tom and Harrison standing there covered in blood with raised guns pointed at the man.

The man stood up, "Holl-" but before he could finish both Tom and Harrison shot him dead.

"T-Tom?" You choked out.

"Shh, darling, I've got you." He said, walking over and untying you from the chair you were in. Once the tape was off, you pulled Tom into you, and hugged him tightly, despite the blood that was on him.

You hated him so much but you also loved him and seeing him after being kidnapped all logic left you. You cried into him as he held you tightly to him. You hated to admit how much you really missed him.

"Let's get you out of here, darling."

~~

You sat across from Tom in the back of his car. Harrison was driving.

Neither of you said a word, as you gazed out the window and as Tom took glances at you.

"...Thanks for saving me." You mumbled.

"Of course, da-"

"But just so you know. I still really fucking hate you."

Tom sighed. "I figured as much."

"How did you know where I was?"

"I...I've had some of my men watch you since you left."

You snapped your head towards him. "You what?" 

"I had to keep tabs on you. I'm still in love with you y'know. And my business is messy, I wanted to make sure you were safe." You stayed silent understanding his reasoning. "...Just so you know, I really miss you princess. If it means anything, I haven't had sex with another woman since you've left."

You scoffed. "Nice to know you only have sex with other women when you're with me."

He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. "Come on darling, please. ​​​​​​I need you so much, please just come back."

"...You really fucked up Tom."

"I know, but it'll never happen again, it should've never happened in the first place. I was a fucking idiot. I love you so much, I don't know how to function without you and you're all I think about and it kills me that I don't get to see your beautiful face anymore. Please, give me one more chance."

You gave Tom a pained look. You were so confused. You sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking.

"Fine, this is how it's going to go." Tom perked up. "Basically, you destroyed the last five years we've been together. So if you want to get back together we're starting on square one again. Which means I'm not moving back in, we're not going to have sex for a long time, and we're obviously not going to get married anymore, until you can build my trust back."

Tom nodded, "Yes, please, I'll do anything you want."

"And Tom, I swear if you do anything to break my heart like that again, you will never see me again."

"I will never break your heart again. I can't live without you."

"Then... I guess we're back together."

He smiled widely. "I guess we are."

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32. Part 3

I am not sure what to do, I am wanting to go back to Atlanta and settle back in to normal life, I don’t really need to be here anymore. I need to start getting the club in Atlanta done, Pete is gone and things are quiet right now. I mean it has been a day but it’s ok now. I just don’t know what to say, Sofia has been a little sad since I told her but I am glad she fell asleep so she can get her rest “you didn’t have too” I said to Mia, that was nice of her to cook me breakfast “no it’s ok, I am making some for myself and Mitch so why not. I mean it won’t be Sofia’ cooking” she said as she walked off “you will be in the toilet after” Mitch added “oh shut up you” these pancakes look good “thank you though, both of you. You have been so nice” Mia sat down “oh don’t, I know when we come to Atlanta you treat us good, I know you would be inviting like us” nodding my head “of course” picking up my knife and fork “how was she? She didn’t really eat last night” Mia said “what can I say? I just hugged her and she fell asleep, I didn’t expect her to be that way, I did think she would have been very hands on with it but she has been through so much and that does upset me to know that. Hurts me, when she was saying how she was wanting to get out of that situation, I hate that she is hurting too. It’s bought a lot of things back, I think she needs to not blame herself. It was never her fault, a child shouldn’t be looking after their parent. Girls are delicate and I saw that with my own sister, they love differently. They want that father’s love, I do like to spend time with my sister too” my poor bub is so sad “awww Cassius, you are so sweet. You are right, I can never say about not having my dad’ love because I had it and then I got Mitch. I swear Cassius, I am so happy that you love my friend the way you do, she was so stuck” smiling a little “morning Sofia” Mia said, looking behind me “Sofia” I said pushing my chair back “hey” she said sitting on my lap “you want some food?” she ain’t really ate, Sofia just wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, ignoring what I said.

Mia rolled her eyes and I dead ass saw her do it “Cassius don’t baby her” Mia said, Sofia moved her head back “I am not being a baby” Mia pointed at Sofia with her fork “then why you not eating? Cassius said eat, why don’t you just eat? Sofia you’re pregnant, I get it, I do. I know everything you have been through Sofia, from you picking the wrong men every single time. You chosing the men over us because you thought they was good for you, you wanted them to fill that daddy void. I know and I know you are making some stupid mistakes, Cassius don’t say anything because I want her to open her eyes. You can finally see the man that left you! He deserves to hear how much you went through, as a beautiful girl in a ghetto ass area you had nothing but shit! Nobody protected you, I protected you!” Sofia got off of my lap and walked off, Mia didn’t care she slammed her fork down “I don’t want y’all arguing, come on” I mumbled “it’s not that Cassius, it’s just at times Sofia doesn’t think. She never ever thinks. You know what I love her to death! I do, but I know how much she has always wanted this, I want to face him! I want to tell him how much she wanted a father. Forget her, I will see him” Mia got a temper on her “I always wanted females in my team, what you think Mia?” I had to say it “oh shut up you” Mia waved me off.

Mia is hard on Sofia, but I get why but I don’t like Sofia sad “did you really protect Sofia then?” I asked “hell yes I did, from dumb ass guys but when she had boyfriends she would always be sucked into their lies that I couldn’t help her but be there for her. I would walk her home, make sure she goes inside. I was scared for her Cassius, and then she said if I had a dad then you wouldn’t need to do this, it was a mess so now you have found him, this is her chance to face him. I don’t like her childish behaviour Cassius and that is just me, I love her to bits but no” nodding my head “and you spoil her” she said, pointing at myself “me?” I am shocked “yes you, you baby her. You need to say look Sofia you always wanted this so do it, you’re like oh my bub, you don’t need to do it. Let me go and cuddle her” my cheeks feel ever so hot right now “I clocked you” Mitch is in a fit of laughter, he is near falling off the chair “man, shut up” I mumbled rubbing my face “I want to fight him, like straight up. That nigga made Grace go crazy and shit was not the same” I am still not over Mia saying Bub, like that shit is a secret “you girls are feisty, I am going. Mitch she is all yours” getting up from my chair, Mia waved me off “I want to fight him Cassius!” she said again.

Am I too soft with Sofia, I am not sure. I can’t help myself, she is just so adorable at times, I don’t like to see her sad and ok she ain’t eating and that is silly so I must be a man about it, I rule shit. Knocking on the bedroom door as I opened it slowly “my beautiful bub” maybe I am too soft “Sofia, I really want you to eat. Like no games now, please eat. This is stupid, you have a baby growing in there. Our baby, I want you to feed my child” Sofia pouted her lips “I want waffles and chicken” she said in a whisper “excuse me?” I said confused “I want chicken and waffles, if you can get me that?” I sighed out “you will then eat? Why cant you just have pancakes?” why is she like this “I really want chicken and waffles Cassius, please” poking my bottom lip out, she said please so cute “ok fine, I will get you that. Get dressed and then we can all talk ok? Will you do that? For me?” Sofia nodded her head “I am really sad, like I just don’t know how to feel about this father thing, I don’t want it. I don’t know but I will think about it, after my chicken” I guess that is a start.

Mia had the biggest smirk on her face as I walked into the living room “go on” she said “go on?” I said confused “Sofia got you whipped” licking my lips shaking my head “Mitch, can you drive me?” I hate Mia so much, she is making me laugh “why?” why is Mitch asking why when I just asked to get a lift “because uhm Sofia wants Chicken and Waffles” Mitch and Mia both laughed at me, I feel offended “Cassius you are so in love with her, it’s ok. I love seeing it” Mitch got up from the couch “let me get my keys” walking slowly towards the couch as Mitch walked by me “am I really whipped? I’m not though, she listens” I am confused “because she loves you Cassius, that is why she listens. You’re not whipped, I just like teasing you but you’re very much in love and I love seeing it, this is why I like you Cassius. You don’t take no bullshit and you keep yours, and look who came out of their bedroom. You coming to say sorry?” looking behind me “mhmm you’re being rude to me” Sofia said “because you my bitch, Cassius is setting me up and I am fighting him” I laughed at Mia “I am fighting him for you bitch” Mia said as she hugged Sofia.

Mitch keeps laughing at me and I ain’t finding shit funny, I mean ok I am somewhat whipped but it’s not funny “ok, say it?” I said to him “I am not saying anything, I just find it hilariously cute that you are like this” Mitch drove by Clover Club “stop the car” I said to him “erm why?” I ain’t going to scare him “because we are doing a deal, come on friend” I lied to him as he parked up “erm, are you joking with me?” getting out of the car “you better get out before someone come and shoot you” I laughed, I am such an ass right now. I shouldn’t be this cruel to him, walking towards Clover Club “wait up!” Mitch said, pushing open the door. It’s working time so we ain’t doing anything of course, I am not that stupid or crazy like this “Cassius what are we doing?” Mitch asked me again, Samuel put his hand up “look at that guy and you tell me” walking over to him “that’s her dad!?” Mitch spat, see even he noticed it, her dad is her twin.

Dapping Samuel “who is the white guy?” Samuel pointed saying “my partner Mitch, he is a good killer” I said laughing “he is?” Samuel said confused “I am playing, he is a good friend of mine. I just wanted to see you” Mitch looks so nervous “oh is everything ok with you?” nodding my head “just that I have told Sofia and I am not sure if she will see you, she has taken it hard” Samuel let out an oh “I feel so bad Cassius, why can’t she let me explain. Cassius she needs to let me explain. I have missed out on her but please, I want to make it up to her. She already means so much to me, I stare at the picture every day. I made a mistake, I messed up. Oh come on” Samuel said “she is very hurt by you, you don’t know what she went through” Mitch said but Samuel looked so very offended, he gripped his top “hey! Get off him” pushing Samuel “you don’t fucking touch him again” standing in front of Samuel “I will kill you if you touch him, rememeber that!” I spat “you better come correct, I will put it as you are upset but you need to watch it. Mitch is her friend, I will contact you when I am ready ok!?” moving back turning to Mitch “I am sorry” Samuel said “we out, come on Mitch” I will bust a cap in his ass for that.

“I bet Mia thinks I have kidnapped you” I said as I got out of the car “probably, thank you for like you know. Telling him off” Mitch said “it’s cool, he shouldn’t attack you but I am putting it down to emotions, like he is probably upset about Sofia and everything like that” waiting on Mitch to lock his car door “Cass” some guy dapped me “what’s good” dapping him back “let’s go” I said to Mitch “you have a lot of people that look at you, I mean not in a bad way but they just look at you like you the man” I laughed “maybe I am, I don’t know what to say but Mitch. This meet with her dad, don’t say it to her. See what she says, I think she should but that is on her. I feel as if she wanted that, but that is just me” I shrugged, Sofia is very hard headed at times “he has a temper on him though, like he attacked me like that for nothing so I can imagine if he was there for Sofia. She would have been well protected” walking up the steps, I cringed a little, my leg hurts still “well I will kill him myself if he upsets her” I said so calmly but I got to remember that Mitch really doesn’t see me like that “I mean like not real life do that” I defended “I get you” I get too comfortable at times, I need to not talk too much.

Sofia is eating which I wanted from her “ole whipped ass got her waffles and chicken, my nigga. You need to stop this, stop letting her rule you. She is a brat” Mia said, I just smiled shaking my head “so Cassius, I was asking Sofia what was in that duffle bag and she showed me” dragging my head towards Sofia, side eyeing her “let me hold some of that for you” clearing my throat laughing “maybe once I clean it, maybe then. But other than that no, I wouldn’t give people I care about dirty money” Mia cooed out “I am playing with you, I was just being nosey but Sofia was saying you thinking on getting married overseas, like nigga. We got work to go too? The fuck?” I shrugged “you going to have to call in sick, you need to go or just stay at home” Mia waved me off “I will speak to your master, Sofia” I busted out laughing “she ain’t my master, y’all getting it twisted” shaking my head “am I though? Ok so I know what Sofia says goes?” licking my lips not saying a word “look” I breathed out “I am a simple man, I don’t see a reason to argue. Sofia knows I can get angry, she has seen it but that is when I am really angry at her” Sofia is not saying anything, she is really into her food “oh god, he put a dent in my car. Like he was annoyed with me and then this guy assumed he was being too violent which annoyed him more, he can be mean. I think we kind of have a equal balance, he tends to listen a lot. It’s like I plant a seed in his mind and he grows the plant. He makes my wishes come true, that is what he does. But you are right Mia, I can easily get Cassius to do things, I rule him a little more than he rules me” rolling my eyes “I let Mia think she rules me, it’s ok Cassius” least Mitch understands.

I want to bring the issue back up again but it’s like Sofia is happy but I really need to get back to Atlanta, I need to start things off. Sofia seems so happy here “Sofia, what you think to going back tomorrow? You know Atlanta?” I think she has forgetten “like I said, you don’t need to see your dad. That is fine” if she wants to see him then I hope she just does it now “I don’t know what to say to him Cassius, I think if I was a lonely bitch then maybe but I got you and, I don’t know. He has his life, I don’t want it” nodding my head, I understand “he didn’t save me, you did” she said in a whisper “can I meet his ass?” Mia said “and Sofia by the luck of god you was there, and I am just going to say this to you. We all make mistakes, some bigger than others. My mistake was turning away when you needed me at that moment with my brother, I think you need to hear him out. He was at fault but your mom did do this and she never corrected it” Sofia put her head down “what did he say to you?” Sofia mumbled “Grace and him argued and she said she cheated on him with a guy, she told him a time and place and then the numbers didn’t add up but clearly they did because I mean look at you, then him. But he did go to the hospital but they got into an argument there and she attacked him saying he cheated and then she got into his head about who she cheated with, he said he pushed her but I think he attacked her at the hospital, he got locked up and then he left it at that. He said he always loved your mom, she was the most beautiful woman she has seen but she was crazy at times. But he did go to the hospital but Grace got to his head, I can imagine you being a very light skinned baby. I mean I was, I was big headed anyways. You don’t need him, you got me but see for yourself. He is kicking himself, he is truly hating himself” I am talking too much “I bet he saw forehead and was like nope!” Mia said “he is all forehead too, either way we need to go tomorrow” Sofia looked up at me “are you going to be there with me?” nodding my head “wherelse would I be? I am there Sofia” Sofia took in a deep breath “I have been lied too my whole life, if you be there then fine but I am very numb” she must feel so confused “I am there too, you can’t stop me. I will be there in the place you going watching” Mia is funny “I got you” placing my hand on Sofia’ knee.

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Impulsive Decision pt.3

Chapter 3: Talk with Jin

WARNINGS:  SWEARING/STRONG LANGUAGE | KIDNAPPING 

Pairing: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 3,032

Summary:  Y/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. Y/n attends a BTS show. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic Y/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but Y/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye.

A/N: This one may be a bit longer. I promise the next one will have more action. I also changed Y/n/n (Your NickName) to N/n (Nick Name) because I don’t know if any of you have InteractiveFics and are getting weird results.

     I woke up in the morning to the smell of bacon. My eyes slightly opened, the light was on. Tae must have turned it on at some point. I tried to sit up, but the pain in my back returned, making me moan out in pain. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I checked my back to see and a large streak of purple. Of course, it would bruise and give me hell. I brushed my teeth and made sure my hair was okay. I got everyone clothes but me, so my black hoodie and jeans would have to last until I went out again. I was irritated already. I decided to search for my car keys. I needed time alone. If I faced 9 people in a sour mood, things wouldn't go over well.

I groaned once I realized I must have left my keys in the kitchen yesterday when I was unloading bags. I was hoping I could just run in and run out, sadly, however, there was the sound of the boys and girls laughing, Jin arguing with Jungkook and RM trying to defend Jin. 

I opened the door as fast as I could, saw my keys on top of the counter, snatched them tried to run back out. I felt arms around me and heard Tae's voice.

"N/n~" He seemed to whine. 

"You can't leave yet! You haven't had breakfast." I could hear the pout he was giving me.

" 'N/n' ?" Jungkook's voice run through, sounding both angry and shocked.

I totally forgot I told him to call me that last night.

"I'll grab something on the way to the office, I need to check up on the company's progress with the expansion." It wasn't too much of a lie. 

I did need to check, but I more or less knew my employees had it on lock.

"But I asked Jin to make waffles! I'll even give you a tower of whipped cream!"

I tensed. 

"Hobi Hyung made sausage and Namjoon Hyung …attempted to fry bacon."

"AT LEAST IT DIDN'T BURN!" RM called out.

I turned to face him, to at least talk my way out of this.

"Really Tae, I'm-"

"Did they really just call you 'Tae'!?" Jimin suddenly yelled out. 

Tae turned to give Jimin a look and turned around to hug me, only for me to hiss in pain as his arms wrapped around me, making contact with my bruise. He pulled away quickly.

"What is it?" He frowned.

I shook my head. I felt my shirt suddenly lift, cold air making me squeak in surprise. Jin let out a noise of surprise behind me.

"How long where you planning on leaving this untreated!?" Jin demanded.

Tae moved to look behind me and too let out a sound of disbelief. 

"It's only a bruise, I'll just wait for it to fade." I began swatting at their hands, aiming mostly for Tae's, who was lifting my hoodie too much, exposing my stomach, and side.

"You need to put ice on this, Y/n." Tae's voice was stern. 

"How do you know their name?" Suga asked.

"Their friend, Jason said it." J-Hope chuckled with a roll of his eyes like it was obvious.

"Their accomplice?" Jungkook smirked.

"Don't call him that! He had nothing to do with this!" I nearly shouted.

"He knows we're all here. He helped you. He's an accomplice." Jimin sat back, arms folded across his chest, a sinister smirk on his face to match Jungkook's.

I felt cold hit my bruise from Jin getting an icepack, I grabbed the fabric of my hoodie and pulled it down.

"I'm fine! I just..."I snapped.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to find a string of words to dismiss everything.

"I'm going to work. Write a list if you all need anything." I began to walk out. 

"Okay, top of the list; Freedom." Linza called out. 

"Fuck off, Ducktape Girl." I called back, sliding the door closed behind me.

     I managed to get to my apartment without any of my nosy neighbors asking me questions. I quickly began to pack a bag and debated if I should just leave a note of the location of the 9 people in my bunker and flee to another country. I plopped down on my bed. My stomach growled. No dinner or breakfast was getting to me. I pulled out my phone.

"Hi, yes, I'd like to place an order. Well, I need enough for 10 people. 7 of them are men who eat a lot. You're thinking 20? How many fries? I'm thinking 12, just in case. Drinks? Uh, I think I'll just grab different kinds just for variety sake. You'll do it for me? Thank you so much! How much? Not a problem, I'll pick it up in an hour? Thank you again! Have a wonderful rest of your day!" I hung up and finished packing. 

I jogged to the kitchen and grabbed a slice pizza that I had in there from before all this madness and munched on it as I walked out, luggage rolling behind me. 

"Miss/Mr. L/n!" The woman at the front desk called. 

I turned to give her a small wave and walk up to the desk.

"Your package arrived yesterday! I kept it in the back and I didn't see you walk in." Package?

I waited as she walked into the door behind the desk and came back out, dragging a large almost flat box behind her. What in the world? I kneeled down to look at the shipping label and suddenly remembered what it was.

"Thank you! I actually have another place to put this." I informed, picking it up. 

"Other than your apartment? You can't possibly but that up in your office." 

"No, no, I was going to put it in my b-I mean, my office was exactly where I was putting this! Thankyouforkeepingthissafebye!" I quickly power-walked out.

  I got to the company and it all seemed calm. Until I got to the busiest floor. I could barely walk. Jason was calling out commands and froze once he saw me. He ran to me, grabbed my arm and dragged me to his office with silence.

"What are you doing here!?" He whisper yelled.

I rolled my eyes, dramatic as usual.

"Checking up on the adjustment. Busy I see."

"Yes. You shouldn't be here when you have 9 other people waiting." He drew out through his teeth, forcing a smile.

"Why are you talking like you really need to pee but you're holding it in?"

"Please don't tell me you...'put down' that poor girl."

What the fuck was he talking about?

"Now say that in a language I understand."

"Did you kill anyone!?" He suddenly said loudly, making me jump.

"What the actual fuck, Jason, no! Granted she made me have a bruise on my back and this cut that totally put a dent in my game, but that's not enough to 'put down' Ducktape Girl!"

He put his face in his hands, defeated.

"You fucking called her 'Ducktape Girl'." He muffled into his palms.

"It was better than 'Ducktape Bitch'!" I countered.

"She has a name!"

"Oh really? Then what is it Ducktape Hoe!?" 

"I'm not arguing with you about this, Y/n! I'm not a hoe!"

"Emma says you are!"

"Fuck Emma!" As soon as he nearly shouted, he peeked out the blinds of the office, making sure Emma wasn't coming to ruin his world.

I sighed.

"They're fine. There is no internet or cell service. They couldn't figure out the dial pad if they tried. They also don't have the key to the vault. I'm not keeping them forever. It's only until it dies down a bit."

"YOU CAN'T LET THEM GO! ARE YOU MENTAL!?" He nearly screamed.

"MENTAL, BUT NOT HEARING IMPAIRED, FUCKER!" I shouted, covering my ears from his outburst.

"You could go to prison! You could lose the company! Your family will crumble!"

"You tell no one!"

"How do yo-"

"Janis Turner."

He clamped his mouth shut. His eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't."

"How did the story play out again? Didn't she press char-"

"Okay, okay, okay! I won't say anything. Just don't let them go."

"I have to. "

I quickly remembered.

"Hey, do you think you can get me a rainbow of Barnaby plushies within the next 20 minutes? Make sure to get a gray one."

I carried the large plastic bags of food and set them on the stainless steel counter as I ran to the door to get the large package. I slid open the door to make Jin and J-hope jump as they rummaged through the kitchen.

"I got lunch!" I called out as I let the package down to get the bags. 

"Did you even eat breakfast?" Jin sounded like a parent.

"Yes, Jin. I ate a slice of old pizza." I rolled my eyes.

J-Hope laughed, getting the cooler of drinks by the door and started to unload it onto the dining room table.

"Old pizza for breakfast, really, Y/n?" He sighed.

I gulped. My name sounded nice coming from him. I handed Jin a bag. 

"They're smashed burgers. I wasn't sure of your preferences so I get just got double meat and cheese." I spilled, dazed by the sudden softness in his aura.

He smiled.

"That sounds fine. How many did you get?"

"20. and 12 orders of fries,"

J-hope choked on his drink. Jin's eyes widened. 

"You got 20 hamburgers!?"

I looked down at my shoes.

"I've ordered more. It's usually my go-to place. They know I have guests at my home or office for business deals. I play them generously and even put their advertisement posters up in my company. They're on call for lunch by my employees." I muttered.

"Pretty generous deal if you ask me." J-Hope agreed.

"What are you even drinking?" Jin asked J-Hope.

"Ah, 'Watermelon Wonder'." 

I smiled at his amazing English. 

"Melons, mint and a touch of lime. My brother has been pushing me to release a line of them with different variations and snacks, but I feel like now isn't the time." I mindlessly explained to Jin. 

And there I go with the word vomit.

"Why would you have a say?" Jin asked.

" 'Barnaby's Watermelon Wonder', right? That's my company. The recipe is my dad's inspired by my mom's recipe that was god awful. We served it at fundraisers, it got popular so my father decided to can it and sell it in our toy stores, just recently we started selling them at 'Brave New World'." I cleared my throat, "My go-to burger joint I mean."

They gawked at me, eyes wide like I just kidnapped the 10th person.

"You own Barnaby Inc.!?" J-Hope choked out. 

"You have to be joking." I heard, turning to face the right hall where the sentence came from. 

It came from Jimin, but Jungkook, RM, Ducktape Girl, Suga and Seongmi we behind him.

"I, uh, told Tae yesterday," I informed, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I also told you all I own a cartoon/tv/toy company when I showed you the rest of the bunker..."I added.

"We thought you were joking!" Jungkook called out. 

I shook my head.

"I can even tell you we are expanding to video games. A few companies interested in partnering with us are the ones who sent the arcade cabinets." I felt small under their gaze.

"But you have 'Mortal Kombat'! You have 'PAC-MAN'! YOU HAVE 'MARVEL SUPERHEROES'!!!" I thought Jungkook was going to pass out.

"Yeah, I'm still waiting for 'Space Invaders' and 'Super Mario Bros.' to be delivered, your point!?" I was getting defensive.

Did they not think anyone wanted to partner with us!? I walked to the entrance room of the bunker on got the box I requested from Jason. I set it on the kitchen counter and opened it. I fished out the gray plush and stepped back, motioning them to look at them.

"I even got you all plushies, some of those colors and patterns aren't even released yet. I will deliver this," I closed the box, stuffing it under my arm and shook the gray plush in my hand "To Tae, he wanted one yesterday." I brushed passed them going to the gaming room, where sure enough, Tae was playing PAC-MAN.

"Hey, Tae." I smiled.

He turned to face me, eyes lighting up once he saw the plush.

"He's so cute." He cooed, accepting the plush and holding it close, making the most adorable sounds I've ever heard.

"I have a box full of them, but they have to earn them." I pouted to which Tae giggled at. 

"All they have to do is be friends with you to earn a plush?"

I felt a sense of joy rush through me.

"I'm your friend!?" I beamed.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

     I began to set up my package. A cool white neon sign. They were wings. I was setting it up in the room farthest down the hall. It was the biggest, meant to be a master bedroom. The big closet with had mirrors as sliding doors and I made sure to set up a few ring lights. I was going to use it as a drawing/ painting studio, but it may never come to that now. I sighed, grabbing my backpack off the floor and pulled out my sketchpad. I drew a few rough drafts of Barnaby in different outfits to appease the gaming companies. 

Usually sitting in a plain white room made me more creative, but since I was more stressed than usual it was driving me insane. 

I turned off the lights and moved my drawing session to the kitchen island. Barnaby in a Raiden outfit. Barnaby with a PAC-MAN t-shirt. Barnaby in Spider-Man outfit since I was too lazy to draw Captain America's shield. I rested my head on the countertop, letting the cool stone sooth me enough to close my eyes. 

"You seem very stressed." I heard. 

I opened my eyes to see Jin standing beside me. 

"Glad it's noticeable." I sighed. 

Jin began to run his hands through my hair. My eyes fluttered shut. 

"Mmmm."I hummed in appreciation. It felt so nice. I didn't want it to end. Jin chuckled at my humming. 

"I will pay you to do this." I dreamily stated. 

"When's the last time you had someone do this?" 

"Mmmm, my 'boyfriend' when I was 16. I was bolder then and put his hand on my head, it only lasted a second or two." 

"How old are you now?" 

"...20..." Jin gasped. 

"When is the last human touch you had??" 

"Uh, Jason when he pulled me in his office today, Tae this morning. Ducktape Girl when we fell down the stairs, Jimin when he tried to kill me yesterday and uh...my mom almost a month ago when I went to visit because she threatened to release my baby pictures. I have 3 siblings, they were open about their grief when my father died. Lots of hugs from them and crying together. I just asked everyone to not touch me and stay away until I said they could touch me." 

"You still haven't said they could I'm guessing." 

"Correct. Seems like you and Tae are breaking the cycle. It's nice." I felt my face heat up slightly. 

"Y/n?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Why did you do it?" 

I wonder that myself, Jin.

 "I found a flaw in security that day. No one actually checked the limo driver. Anyone could have done it. In my head, it was to prove a point. Halfway through when you all got in the limo, I realized how bad it would look and got afraid of the consequences. I was a stupid coward, that's all, Jin. I'm just sorry you all had to and still have to suffer because of it." I lifted my head to look at him. 

"Well once we leave we can just move on." He sighed.

 I gave him a sad smile and shook my head. 

"You guys will. Not for me though." He looked at me in confusion. 

I decided to explain it. 

"It's no secret that Jimin, Jungkook, and Suga hate me. RM and J-Hope are wildcards to me at this point. You and Tae are the only ones who actually talk to me. The girls were terrified. I deserve the bruise on my back. The cops hate my family, Jin. Even if you don't press charges, they WILL find a way to send me to prison. Jimin and Suga's recording is still there, even if they delete it, I could still be ruined. My best friend can and will be labeled as an accomplice. I'm treading on thin ice. I'm just hoping I get to my lawyer in time to make sure my family gets everything I own. I'm keeping you all in a bunker, for what? The news won't die down. The longer you are all gone, the bigger this gets. My life is ruined after this." My voice cracked, tears coming to my eyes.  

 Jin shook his head wildly. 

 "The cops can be that horrible." 

"My little sister almost had an assault charge for accidentally hitting a kid in the park. They are just waiting for the chance." 

"I'll make them delete the recordings and never bring this up!" He promised.

"Don't force them. I deserve it. I broke several laws. I'll be fine, Jin. It's kinda good to know you care so much about the person who kidnapped you." I smiled.

“Because you’re a person too.” He almost whispered. 

Jin stepped closer to me and took my hand and lightly tugged on it to signal me to stand. Once I stood he pulled me into a hug, I returned it.

“If you pull out a knife, I’ll be so mad.” I joked.

He let out a laugh, hugging me a little tighter. I heard several footsteps and talking, which turned into silence once they saw Jin and me hugging.

“Yah! Stop trying to steal Y/n, Jin!” Tae joked.

“Or just don’t go near them at all,” Jungkook added.

“Jin and I were having a nice moment and you guys are ruining it!” I complained.

“Would you do me the honor and help me with dinner?” Jin asked me with a smile.

“There is nothing I’d love more right now.”

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A/N: Hrmmm which member is up next? I wonder...🤔

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So, we start this episode off right where we left off last time. Jonathan and Nancy are screaming for each other, only Nancy is the Upside Down and Jonathan is in the real world. Holy shit, that gateway closed up quick. Good thing Nancy got out before it did, though I think she's traumatized from the whole experience. Don't blame her.

Oh shit, Steve just saw Nancy and Jonathan together in her room, Jonathan likely just calming her down after the hell she went through. But Steve lacks that kind of context, and he did seem concerned about her in the car. I know I don't care for Steve and Nancy together, but you can see the heartbreak in Steve's face as he's watching through her window. (What is with everyone just creeping on each other...?)

Wait, so a girl named Jane was taken years ago and the mom, Terry Ives, wasn't able to get anything on it, nor were any of her claims substantiated. Oh... is Eleven really this Jane girl? Hmm, the plot thickens there... If it is true, then damn, we can add kidnapping to the list of things the researchers have down. Everything I learn about them makes me like them less and less. But Joyce and Hopper are on the case! Hope they can get something from her.

Nancy wants Jonathan to sleep with her in her bed. I know it's because of the trauma, but all I can smell is potential drama. Also, El didn't go back to Mike's. I think everything that happened finally got to her. And Mike, he put a lot of trust in her and it's been broken due to what's happened. Yesterday was just intense for all.

Oh, Jonathan and Nancy are on the case to try and find whatever the creature was. In spite of the fear she has, Nancy is still going through with it. What a trooper. And their theory of it being attracted to blood makes sense given that both Barb and the deer had blood on them when it appeared to them. Will, I don't remember if he had blood on him or not; if he did, then the theory really is sound.

When did Dustin become the source os reason in the group? Seriously though, I'm glad someone is able to see all sides and realize everyone had a hand in what happened the day before. He was all "shake Lucas's hand, or you will be banished from the party", which is so over-the-top, but I love it.

Nancy snuck out the house (presumably with Jonathan), and El slept in the woods last night. How did we get here, folks? (That was rhetorical, obviously. lol) Well, so much for making up. If anything, the talk they had just made everything so much worse. Despite Dustin trying not to split the party, it happened anyway. I get why Lucas would be hesitant to try and find El, but Mike is right. Without her, they're not nearly prepared enough to deal with what's in the Upside Down.

Again, simple mundane things cause El to go into flashback mode. Even something as simple and plain as a grocery store was enough to set her off. And then she just cruises out and steals a shitton of Eggo Waffles. I saw this out of context back when the show was new, but seeing it in context makes it even funnier. She did everything she could to get those damn waffles. (There was going to be a "Who raised you?" joke, but then I remembered where she was before, and got sad again.)

Terry looks absolutely gone. Neither Hopper nor Joyce speaking got through to her; all she was able to do was stare at the television. Also, Lucas is going to find the gate alone. Yeah, that doesn't sound like a great idea, but sometimes you can't stop people from doing what they want. I like the talk Mike and Dustin had, though them finding the aftermath of El's bulglary amused me too much. The collective "Oh shit" look they had was priceless. One thing though; who is watching them from afar?

Um, the more I hear about Terry's daughter, the more I do think Hopper was on to something when he said Jane being miscarried might have been covered up. Too much about what Terry described adds up to what Eleven can do. My friend Erin said Hopper and Joyce's storyline parodies conspiracy theories, and I see how the comparison was made because... Whoo boy.

Nancy and Jonathan going shopping... Somehow I didn't picture it happening like this. The cashier is just giving the biggest look of "What the fuck are you two doing with all of this?" and "I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit.". Their banter is cute.

...To bad it's ruined because of Steve and friends. I swear, for every small step Steve might make, he takes three large ones back. He lacks any context on what Jonathan and Nancy went through, made a gross assumption about her, and then prodded Jonathan to the point where he snapped. Worst part of all is that he, as of right now, got away while Jonathan is the one whos is getting arrested. Ugh, Steve better make the best turnaround ever because I really, really don't like him right now.

So, they really didn't get anything from Terry specifically, but Hopper isn't going to give up on finding Will. I feel like hearing "twelve years" was a lot for Joyce, but she at least knows she has a chance. Hopper doesn't. And I love how the scene ends with the two hearing that Jonathan is currently being held at the station.

Speaking of that, the person who is talking to Nancy sees what is so obvious to everyone but her at this point, Jonathan has fallen for her through all of this. I guess it is true that you don't notice how others feel for you no matter how obvious.

These bullies are actually relentless. I know they have names; I just don't care enough about them to try and remember them. Either way, they chase Mike and Dustin down for God knows how long, trying to stab them, only to have Mike jump off a cliff so Dustin wouldn't get his teeth cut out. Thank God El showed up in the nick of time to keep Mike from dying. She did break one of the bullies' arm, but given he was about to stab someone, fair. Though, I think doing all of that took it out of her. (I failed to mention how earlier she was just chilling in the woods, eating waffles. Iconic.)

Oh shit, they found El. And she's with Mike and Dustin. I do find it too be too much that they;re pulling out straps on three children, but these people clearly don't care about the safety of the youth. Though, they don't know (or maybe do know and didn't make it obvious) that Lucas was spying on them from a tree for a while, so he knows what's coming. Hopefully he's able to reach the others in time because we all know despite their fight, he's going to try and keep his friends and El safe.

#Yoshi Watches Stranger Things #It is weird liveblogging like this I will admit #For every other one I do these after I finish an episode #Typing how I feel as I go is different #I do like what it produces though #Only three more episodes this season I believe #Also half of this was written yesterday if you can believe it lol

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Big Brother Jason

Fandom: Batman (Comics) Rating: Gen Additional notes: gift for @writtenskyes for @batfam-christmas-stocking AO3 link A/N: Prompt was "Batgirls and Batboys bonding", but I guess simple siblings bonding is also included? Anyway. I hope you have fun reading this :) and Happy New Year! Summary: In which, in times of crisis, the younger protégées of Batman turn to Jason for help. And Jason's safe house is invaded by persistent guests.

“Hi!”

Jason closed his door in front of Stephanie's face. She knocked at his door of his current safe-house at 9 a.m.

Whatever was going on, it was too early for this.

Steph was stubborn. “Came on, Jay! Let me in? Please?” she shouted from behind the door, knocking furiously on it.

Jason grimaced. He took a sip of his Earl Grey thinking if he should let the Blondie in. What was she doing here, anyway? He saw her on patrol last night – they even finished patrol at about the same time – she shouldn't be awake at this hour.

She started to knock to one of those annoying tunes, that don't leave you alone.

The knocking was maddening and didn't help his headache. He took another sip. Damn. She is a persistent one. Would she leave, if he won't open the door? It's not like Jason doesn't like her. She is funny and easy to talk to.

Jason just prefers to sleep more.

“Please, Jay… I need your help and you are the only one who could help me!” he heard Steph's shout.

Damn it. Damn it ALL.

Jason slowly put his mug on the counter, rubbing his eyes one last time. He opened the door without any warning, making Stephanie knock on his chest a few times, before she registered the change.

“Oh, sorry.” she said and quickly went inside Jason's abode.

He closed the door and joined the girl, not offering her to sit or asking if she want to drink anything. Just simple kind of vengeance. Besides – what Alfred can't see won't make him disappointed, and Steph is not in the position to threaten him with stern lesson from the Wayne's Butler.

(No, she isn't. Not since the experiment with new waffle recipe in the kitchen. And! he isn't above tattling.)

Jason crossed his arms in front of him and glared at her. “What.” He didn't have energy to say more.

Stephanie sighed, slumping on the nearest place to sit. Only when she started rummaging through her backpack, Jay noticed she was carrying something before.

“Okey, so I have this exam in three weeks and normally won't ask for help, but this dude. This dude, Jay. I'm telling you, he has something against me and I don't know what! And I don't want just to pass this class. No. I'm not Tim. I want to ace it, Jay! And I need your help to do it!”

 What now?

“What? Don't stare at me like that. Exams, Jay! Exams are coming and I know nothing. You can call me John Snow, for all I care, but you have to help me cram.”

It was too early for Jason to think.

“Why?”

“Because I want to ace this?!” Steph retorted, almost screaming in his face. She was panicking.

She was awake, after finishing patrol at almost four a.m. and coming to him – at least a good 40 minutes distance from the Manor on bike, without the traffic – at nine a.m., panicking. About. Exams.

Jason went to the kitchen for another mug of tea. Make it three mugs. One for Blondie and two for him.

Upon returning, he clarified the question. “Why me? Couldn't Replacement help you with that?”

Steph's rolled her eyes. “Just because Tim knows the stuff doesn't make him the best candidate to teach. Especially not that dude's class.  Besides, he was busy. And Babs wasn't an option. I won't take her few hours of laziness away. I'm not that cruel. ”

“Someone other? Alfred? Dick? Bruce?”

Steph stopped mid-sip to gave Jason a look. The are-you-an-idiot look.

But, as she saw how exhausted Jason was, she decided to give him some slack.

“For your information” she paused to get a sip of the tea “B and Dick were having a shouting match today in the morning. I don't know what exactly, something during the patrol. As I said: it was morning, I was tired, besides I patrolled mostly with you, yesterday. Anyway. Alfred was doing damage control and Tim and Cass where dragging Damian away, before he saw his Father and Dad fighting. So, no. No other choice, besides you.”

Joy, Jason thought snidely.

“How Red Number Two and Cass dragged Demon Baby away?” He asked curious, still not ready to think about Steph's actual problem.

Stephanie didn't mind the question, as she wasn't really ready herself. “Short story? Picked him from his bed, while I packed Damian's clothes and few things for him to pass the time, and threw him into Tim's car. They are probably still at Tim's or in the zoo. Don't know. Cass would text me if anything interesting happened.”

It wasn't enough of an answer for Jason.

“Longer story?” he asked as he slipped more tea.

Steph mimicked him. “Longer story? Not much to add. Surprisingly, there was no fighting involved between the birds. None… But it was a stealth mission gone wrong from the very beginning, as Tim picked sleeping Damian by the legs.” Aaand… there goes his tea on his t-shirt.

“Why? Didn't Damian punched him?!”

“I know, right?” Steph grinned. “And he almost got punched. Cass wasn't better. She caught Damian's arms as he tried to punch Tim. Didn't let go of him until we arrived at Tim's Nest. We also took Titus. But on their defense – I woke them up a little bit too early. And they can be scary, when they are settled on the same goal. And when grumpy. Don't gape like that! You don't know them as I do!”

Jason had more questions. “Okey Blondie, first: Did Demon Baby screamed as he was kidnapped by family?”

“Of course, he did! Alfred saw us and you know what Alfie did?”

“Asked you where were you going and promised to bring food later wherever you will be?”

“Asked us where were we going and promised to bring food later wherever we will be. And he grabbed Titus. I swear, he was as amused with the screaming match as we.” Steph quickly took another sip of tea, before she burst out laughing. “But, Jay! Damian's face! The utter betrayal!”

Jason imagined it. He grinned and joined Stephanie, chuckling.

“Okey, enough of this.” He said. “And why they suddenly decided to pick Damian and leave? B and Dick know about it?”

“Probably? Alfred knows, so it's safe to assume he would tell them. Oh! And Alfie gave us some of the leftover after-patrol cookies, by the way” she pulled a plastic container from the bag and opened for Jason to take some. He didn't hesitate. “But back to story. Apparently that something that happened on the patrol? It involved Cass and Tim. I don't know how. No injuries, I think, but I found them dead tired, sleeping in the nearest living room. I was too tired myself to ask questions back then, so I joined the sleeping pile. Then! I wake up to my alarm clock on my phone, which I don't even remember having it besides me, but!, soon after we hear Dick screaming profanities at B and B shouting angered in the kitchen. Cassie and Tim seemed more annoyed than worried at them screaming, so they should know what was going on. For moment we thought about damage control, but then we heard Alfred mediating between the two. I don't remember who between us asked first about Damian, but moment later I was running after the two, as they were on the mission to take Dami away. I mean, that kid, doesn't need to hear them arguing, right?”

Jason was listening to Steph's story, interested, munching on Alfred's after-patrol cookies. It all helped him to wake up a little more.

He put his mug on the coffee table. “So. Your exam?”

“Ughh! Could we forget about it? I just relaxed enough from everything to suddenly get how much I don't want to talk about it.”

“Nahh… Tough luck, Blondie. You woke me up, you pay.”

“Weren't cookies and good story enough payment?”

“Were they the reason for you to knock at my door at 9 a.m.?”

“No.”

“So, no. They weren't enough. But they guaranteed me to be more patient with you, so good going, Blondie.”

Stephanie slumped on the couch, hiding her face in it. “Ugh!”

Jason snorted. “Come on, don't communicate in grunts. You are not Batman. What could be possibly hard in English Lit?”

Steph looked at Jason, confused. “I don't have a problem with English Lit.”

Jason was more confused. “Then, what do you have problem with?”

“Thermodynamics?” Jason looked shocked. “What? It's not like I'm stupid – I know. Batman's protégé and whatnot! But that dude is incomprehensible, Jay! And he got some beef with me and I just don't know what's his problem!”

“Then why did you came with this problem to me?”

“The best option, I told you.” That answer still didn't have sense for Jason. He gesticulated for her to elaborate.

“Though guy act won't work for you, Jay. “ She started. “We all know you were the nerd. And not only English lit nerd – what you like to point out yourself – but all round nerd.”

Jason raised his eyebrows in question.

“We saw your grades in your old records.” Steph explained and, at Jason's pointed look, she continued. “How, do you think, Alfred guilt us all to rise our grades. Did you think Tim was productive by himself? Oh no, fat chance. From what I gathered, Alfred talked with me, Cass, Tim and Dami individually. But! He showed your grades during each lecture.”

Jason almost chocked on his tea. Steph continued, seemingly oblivious. “He probably wanted to wake in us some sense of, I don't know – productiveness? But all it did was make us more competitive. At least with Tim and Dames. But Cass also joined them, by the way. Well – at least they are studying, so it wasn't as Alfie failed here.”

“And you?”

“Me?”

“Do you want to rise your grades?”

“Of course I do! I know, I know… Maybe I wasn't the best role model, in my earlier years, but now, you are looking at the older and wiser Steph. Steph that doesn't want to munch on ol' Wayne's money to her last dying days – even if I know, Bruce and Tim would do it if I asked. So I need your help.”

Jason took drank the rest of tea from his second mug. “Show me your notes, Blondie.”

&&&&

About five hours later, there was another sudden knock on Jason's door. Steph looked surprised at the sound and then shrugged at Jason's silent question.

Jason took one of his gun's and went slowly to the door. Whoever it was, didn't stop knocking on the door. Persistent as Stephanie.

He suddenly opened the door and pointed his gun… Only to point and Cass's face.

Cassandra looked at the gun, then raised her gaze to look Jason directly in the eyes. She was indifferent to the weapon pointed at her face.

“Useless.” she said before going inside, making Jason move to the wall. He realized only seconds later, that Cass wasn't alone.

“Tt.” ”You should really invest in door with peephole, Jay.” were Damian's and Tim's comments, as they followed Cass inside. Titus on the leash, just behind them.

Jason closed the door, resigned to his fate.

Unexpected guests were making themselves comfortable. Cass joined Steph on the couch, leaning her head on the Blonde's shoulder. Demon Brat seat on the floor, near them, with Titus lying on his legs. Replacement, on the other hand, grabbed the comfy folded chair, on which Jason like to read, and unfolded it opposite to the couch. Tim grabbed the blanket laying near them and used it to cover himself. Then he fell asleep. Instantly.

Jason rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to prepare more tea.

As he was waiting for water to boil, Cass joined him, carrying plastic containers.

“Dinner. Alfred made.” was her explanation. Jason nodded and took containers from her. At least, he didn't have to cook.

“So, why you decided to came to my lovely home?”

“They… still at it. Alfred said. Zoo got boring.”

“Aaahhh…” he poured the water. “Isn't it still school time? Why is Demon Baby here?”

Cass looked surprised. “Oh!”

“You forgot? Seriously?” Cassandra nodded – not a bit ashamed.

Jason sighed exhausted once more. It always end like this – him being pressured to be the big brother, when the original is unavailable. (Not that he doesn't like it – just, maybe, when it isn't a situation born from necessity?)

( And when he isn't dead tired on his feet?)

He looked inside the living room – Blondie was making Damian tell her about the zoo. The Demon Prince too easily took the bait and was telling her. Reluctantly at first, but still. Replacement was sleeping – which wasn't surprising, really – but he just realized, Timmy was sleeping in the suit.

Wow. Wonder if Little Red was more often in WE in 6 months, than Brucie in 6 years. He should lend him clothes for change. Probably.

“He doesn't know.” Cass paused him in his musings.

“What?”

“Damian. Doesn't know.” Aahh… About the fight. Got it.

“Someone plans to tell him?” he asked her. She shook her head.

“Good. I'll tell Alfie later to play denial. And to fast forward those instructions to B and Dick. And what about you and Tim?”

“Tim's sleeping.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Look here, sis dearest. I heard there was something. And that something was apparently the hot topic of the quarrel.” Cass frowns.

“Not topic. Start.”

“Excuse, then. Doesn't matter. What I want to know is if you two need something.”

Cass was silent for a moment, looking intensely at Jason, as wanting to read his intentions from his eyes. She then smiled warmly, happy at what she may had saw in him.

“Tim.” she points at her sleeping brother. “Nap. Shower. Food. Sleep again. Me.” She points at herself. “Tea. Food. Steph talk. Nap. Here.”

Jason grins at her. “Got it. So, you and Timmers crash here for a night. Should I wake you for a patrol?”

She scrunches her nose, thinking about it. “Yes? Have to. Don't want to.” she frowns.

“Hey, it isn't 'this or that' situation, relax. You two have a case or something?” Cass points at herself. As she pointed at Tim, she shook her head. “Okey. Do you want to work on your case?” she nods.

“Do you want to see B or Dick on the patrol? Or speak with them?” Jason asks her.

Cass grimaced as she crossed her arms on her chest. Even if Cass didn't say much, Jason liked how expressive she was while talking with them.

“Okey, then. What do you say about working with me, tonight? Blondie and Demon Baby can work with them. We let Tim sleep for once. We will even get Barbie to think of some bullshit excuse for you to not contact them. What do you say?”

She hugged him in the response. Not what Jason was expecting, but not unwelcome.

He petted her on the head. “Come on Cass. I still have to teach Blondie today.”

She released him and quickly took two of four mugs of tea, for Stephanie and Damian. Jason took the other two and put with the rest, on the coffee table.

He sat on the floor, near Tim and – almost whispering – he said:

“Break in studying, Blondie. Baby Bat? Care to repeat about the tigers?”

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Rest of the day went smoothly. They talked, woke Tim, ate dinner made by Alfred, and at about five p.m., Steph took Damian back to the Manor (and came back for a moment, to bring Cass's suit).

Patrol also went smoothly. Especially when Black Bat worked with Red Hood (and criminal side of Gotham got new thing to fear). Oracle had to tell Batman once and Nightwing twice, that Black Bat was busy elsewhere (fortunately, those were only social calls from them. Barbie could tell. She wouldn't hide Cass if lives where at stake).

Still, they – Cass and him – got back from patrol, to Jason's place and got patched by well-rested Timmy. His younger siblings crashed at his place 'till good one p.m. – not yet going back to their own place.

Jason told them not to go to the Manor yet. But even if he wouldn't say, they wouldn't go there anyway.

After he closed his doors behind Tim and Cass, Jason grabbed his phone and dialed.

“Jason?”

“Dickhead? You busy?”

“No. Jay, why are you calling? Is everything alright? You hurt?”

“Nope, Dickhead. No one's bleeding, so cool off. I need to talk about your latest discussion with Bruce. Can we meet?”

“Phone's secure, but sure. Where?”

“My place?”

“Sure, give me twenty.”

Jason disconnected and went to prepare some coffee and tea. At this pace he was going to buy more sooner than he thought.

Not long after he sat at the kitchen table and got his first sip of tea, there was knock on his door. Jason – not giving a fudge about this – took another few sips, then, slowly got up and let Dick in.

As they sat at the table, Dick said:

“You know, Alfred already mentioned, that Damian doesn't know about the fight. And that we shouldn't mention it before his presence.” Jason sipped his tea. “Thanks. For trying to maintain his innocence, I guess.”

“You shouldn't be thanking me. Besides – the kid still, deep down, thinks you both hung the stars above and never fight with each other. I don't think anyone want to see Damian witnessing your fights. Have you considered not fighting?”

Dick snorted. “Pffft! Sure, yeah. Tell that to Batman! Whole Justice League, while you are at it!”

Jason grinned. “But, seriously Dickhead.” he stopped grinning. “Why were you arguing?”

Dick's mood worsened. At first, he wasn't answering – staring at his cup, maybe taking few sips, contemplating. As Jason started to think, he would have to call Barbie for help, Dick looked at him.

“Tim and Cass almost got injured during patrol.”

“And that's what got you shouting at each other?”

“Ye-Ugh! No! He just! He wasn't aware how tired those to were, Jay! Does he even looks at his children from time to time?!” He hit the table, angered. Some coffee spilled from his mug, on the table. Jason sipped his tea, indifferent to all this.

“So what? You guys send them back?”

“I wanted to. But they were adamant not to, so B let them, and then we had to stop Ivy and Harley, which would be easier if B and I weren't watching out for Tim and Cass.”

“And why they were so tired? Enlighten me.”

Dick slumped in his chair. He took a sip of his coffee.

“I know Timmy decided to start college. He mentioned it to me once. So with the addition to the WE, Red Robin and Titans he started studying for GED. And something about competition with Dami – I don't know at this point. Cass… She also wanted to get straight to GED. I'm not sure what she wanted to do later with it – she never told me, actually – but I still applaud her for giving herself more possibilities, you know? Anyway, those two got more busy over time and I caught them napping more often. I talked them, to relax, you know? Especially lately, when we had few on and off busy weeks with Gotham.”

“Let me guess: they brushed you off?”

“Timmy straight up said that he will relax when he was dead, and Cass only nodded to it.”

“Teenagers.”

“I know! And you know what's worst? Bruce didn't react to this! ” Oh?

“But he knew about this, right? Because, I don't see B not being helicopter dad.”

“I don't think he did. That's the problem.”

Jason paused, his arm mid-way for him to take another drink of tea. “And why, do you think he didn't?”

Dick grimaced. “He was surprised when I pointed this out.”

Jason was getting impatient with that conversation. “Details, Dickhead. He was surprised, because he didn't know Tim and Cass were tired or because he didn't know Tim and Cass were studying whenever they could?”

“Both. I think… I don't remember exactly…”

“You don't remember?”

“I was already shouting at him at that time, ok?! I was already angry with him, I don't remember his exact reaction!”

“Cool off, jeez.” Jason waited for Dick to relax. “So tell me this: how this quarrel even started? What was the trigger?”

“With Cass and Tim almost dying while fighting that new magic user.” At Jason's curious look, he added. “They got caught in some optical illusion of his and almost fallen down from the building. Thank God, B and I were already en route to them before it happened. We caught them at the last moment, honestly.”

Jason nodded, silent. He motioned for Dick to continue.

“We took the guy. Stopped Cass and Tim to check if they are alright and, somewhat then, I said to Bruce that it wouldn't have happened if he bothered to look after his children more often. So he took offense to that and said that he looks after his children just fine. At which I reminded him that yeah? Then why his kids don't go with their problems to him, but to me?”

Jason whistled. “Now. That's what I call low-blow. But wasn't it a bit too much?”

“…Maybe. I just! I was getting tired! Come on, I'm almost thirty, but I'm stuck babysitting my siblings. Which should be Bruce job, as their father. Not going with the JL every time, they weren't sure they understood missions objections!”

“Agreed.” Jason nodded. “But on his defense, we would be at war with aliens more often if he didn't came with them. Although JL should remember that Batman has family. And that family was always important for him.”

Dick nodded, tired. They stopped talking. Both busy with drinks and their own thoughts. At some point Dick broke their silence.

“I think Tim and Cass may hate me…”

“Because…?”

“Because, as I just remembered, they glared at me, when I mentioned GED to Bruce…? Yeah. They glared. Guess, they didn't want B to know. You think, they wanted to surprise him or something?”

Jason shrugged. “Maybe. But now, cat's out of the bag, right?”

“Yeah…”

Dick was about to mull over that revelation and beat himself, but Jason stopped him with a question.

“So, in conclusion – you kept it all to yourself, it became to much, you were mentally tired and it was perfect opportunity to let it all out?”

“…When you say it like that… But basically, yeah.”

Jayson rolled his eyes, frustrated. “Seriously, Dickhead? Why didn't you said something before? I can't believe I am the one telling you this.” Dick grimaced, embarrassed as the response.

“You are giving the same lecture to B?” Dick asked.

“Do you see me talking with B, in the first place?” Jason retorted. “I left this one to Alfie. Hopefully, he will listen.”

Dick grinned. “Don't insult Alfred like that.”

“I'm not insulting Alfred's ability to talk shit when needed. I'm insulting B's ability to listen when needed.” Dick snorted.

“Yeah, I can get behind this. At least sometimes.” He stood up. “Thanks. For the talk. I apparently needed to let it all out.”

“Don't.”

“You are no fun. But seriously – thanks. I should probably straighten this out with Bruce.”

“You should. But before that, you should apologize to Cass and Timmers, don't 'cha think?”

Dick gave him two fingered salute. “I will.” he said as he opened the door. Before going, he looked for the last time at Jason.

“So, are you gonna be at the dinner this Saturday, or…?”

“Dick. Get the fuck out.”

Dick response was laughter. “Of course, Little Wing.” He waved last time to Jason and closed the door.

It seemed as last ounce of energy evaporated from Jason. Almost done, he thought to himself, unlocking his phone. Dick snapping was one thing. B and his everything, was the other.

For short moment he thought about calling, but he was too tired for this. He choose 'text' button.

 'Listen to Alfie, B. It's important.'

He was going to put the phone down, but he immediately got the response.

 'I already did.'

Jason rolled his eyes. That answer didn't say much.

 'Yeah? But have it sunk in? Dick will want to talk to you, again. Don't shout this time. And while you are at it, apologize to Tim and Cass.'

 'I will. Thank you.'

Jason was happy to leave at it.

He went to the bathroom. As he was coming out, he heard characteristic sound of received new message.

 'What should I tell them, Jason?'

Aaand… There was sign of insecure Batdad. Joy.

Jason started to have enough of being family therapist. How Alfred can do this?

He started replying. 'Say, you are sorry for starting a fight about them – especially if you guys just used them as an excuse. Accidentally, but still counts. And for not talking with them recently.'

He send it. Moment later, he added:

 'Just don't make it, your usual “I should never let you patrol. I'm a bad father. You were supposed to have normal childhoods”.'

Then he added again:

 'Not saying that it isn't true, but at this point it may be kind of too late. For now stick to the recent topics. Leave those for non-brooding time, B.'

Now. NOW. He wanted to leave at it. What more could he add? He for sure took the point across. B got clear instructions. He could not possibly screw it u-

There was incoming call. And Jason forgot to look at the number.

“Who?” he asked, tired.

“Thank you, Jason, for your help.” he heard Bruce. And before he had a mind to disconnect, Bruce started talking again.

“And I apologize, for not talking with you recently. I would like to catch up with you, if you are up to it. Would you like to come to the Manor? At least for Alfred's food.”

Jason was silent. He didn't know what to answer.

“…Jason?”

Jason disconnected. And exhaled. He wasn't up for this, but…

 'Apology accepted. Alfred already gives me food, so no.'

He turned the phone off. Nope, he does not have any energy left. It was time to take an example from Tim's book.

He went to sleep.

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here is my story I couldn’t post a link because the account I made it on was my school account and y’know

                                          An Octive.

Octive Come quick! What happened?! Said Octive in a concerned tone JUST COME! Octive get’s up and follows her sister. Who is that? She whispered “she has to be playing a prank on me!” I don’t know. Should we leave the house? I DON’T KNOW “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING MY GOD” Whispered Octive SHUT UP Said her sister We don’t have time to fight! For God’s sake there's some creep sitting on our couch and we have NO CLUE who it is! We just got to get out of here, Ok? Ok

                        Chapter 1 Shadow

Let’s go. They heard footsteps. What’s that sound? Oh crap LET’S GO! They run away Meanwhile on the other side of the house.. Annie! Octive! Were home! They turn to look at the couch. They see a shadow for a split second.. But then it disappeared Annie is that you? OCTIVE! ANNIE! Back to Octive and Annie HURRY UP! Let’s go! That thing probably heard us! They hear a quiet chanting of their names “Octive! Annie!” OH MY CRAP THEY KNOW OUR NAMES GO GO GO! They open the door and run out to the tree they always sat at when they were kids. They saw their Mom Pacing outside holding her phone. Annie. Octive said while poking her, Trying to get her attention What? Annie Said Look it’s mom! She looks scared I think they think we got kidnapped Said Octive in a concerned tone Where? I can’t see I forgot my glasses in the house

She’s next to the front door pacing. Oh we should tell her then said Annie

She is holding her phone too, With that added we should really tell her! What if she calls 911! Said Octive sounding paranoid Wait what if it’s a trick?! What if the figure is trying to trick us into thinking it’s our mom but it’s the figure! Said Annie what’s the chance that it’s the “figure” To be honest I just think our eyes were playing tricks on us. It happens alot to Bethany

Who? Said Annie My best friend?.. You seriously don’t know who she is. No clue She comes to our house every other friday To work on homework Octive said while waving her hands. “Homework” Annie said While holding up air quotes Shut up we do do homework! Said Octive.. Sometimes She murmured Back to the parents What should we do Mary? Should we call 911? No I will text her one more time and if she doesn’t respond then we will call the police. Ok? Ok they're your kids. They will be your kids soon too

They walk inside the house Back to Annie and Octive *Beep beep* who is it Octive? Its mom! Reply reply! To Mom: Hey sorry me and Annie are just hanging out at the South tree sorry if we scared you! SEND There I sended it! Said Octive Okay good! Said Annie Happily *Beep Beep* Who is it now?! Its mom again Said Octive Oh ok From Mom: Send me a voice message NOW! Octive sends a voice message Saying: MOM I’m okay I promise! Go check the South tree If you want to know so bad!

         Chapter 2 Just a normal day

Should we head back? Asked Annie I don’t know should we? Replied Octive Let’s go They walk back to their house. GIRLS! Their Mom comes running

and gives them a hug. Mom! Stop Octive said in a muffled voice I’m hungry did you make food? Said Annie while squeezing out of her mom’s arms Annie runs to the fridge No annie I’m still making food Said Geo

QUICK EXPLANATION

Annie and Octive’s mom Mary was married to their dad but they ended up getting a divorce because they were “drifting apart” A few years later Mary came out as being lesbian now she’s in a serious relationship with a woman named Geo.

I’ll go make it now hun Said Geo while walking to the kitchen Girls you should go and change into your your pajamas you guys got your first day of school tomorrow. And Octive’s first day of highschool! Said Mary UGH I really don’t want to go! Yelled Octive. It’s not that bad Octive. Says you. You’re the smartest person I know you finish an essay in an hour! LIKE HOW Octive said in a jealous tone Oh stop you’re making me blush Octive rolls her eyes I’m gonna go change she says Did you even signup for your classes Octive Annie yells trying to get her attention CRAP MOM WHAT DO I DO! HAHAHA Annie laughed. I signed you up yesterday don’t worry Said Mary Oh ok good She said while walking to her room be right back. Back In the kitchen It’s done! Bye girls! I got to go work. Love you and don’t go to sleep to late! Ok! Bye mom LOVE YOU TOO! Octive yelled from her room Bye said Annie while texting her.. Crush Cian Ooo How ya texting! Murmured Octive after she ran from her room. No one just Adelyn Annie Murmured in response ah okay.. Girls come eat, spaghetti is done Mmm! okay Geo. In a sec said Annie Is this a boy you’re talking to Geo taunted GEO yelled Annie haha! Geo laughed so it is! IT’S NOT A BOY OKAY! She said while running to her room OH, IM SORRY I-I JUST UH I’M SORRY yelled Geo It’s okay Geo don’t worry Annie gets dramatic at times Said Octive While chewing her Spaghetti Oh okay because I’m still new to this “mom” thing I don’t know what to do.. Oh god why am I talking about this to you Said Geo No no it's okay I can listen to you vent all day I don’t care! As long as you’re happy. Aw shucks said Geo happily Well I’m gonna go to sleep you should to you got a big day tomorrow said Geo while yawning You’re right goodnight

                          Chapter 3 First

Goodnight! you hear in the background Haha looks like Annie forgives me yeah haha Octive said while laughing again goodnight. nighty night Octive walks over to her room She tucks herself in and the words “Tomorrow’s a big day” and “AnNie YoU’RE SO SmArT YoU CaN WRite aN eSSAy iN oNLY An HoUr” In her head she falls asleep in a panic

The next day She wakes up and thinks OH MY   GOD  FIRST   DAY   OF HIGHSCHOOL   NO  NO  NO!   HOMEWORK ,   OH MY   GOD   OH MY   GOD AHHHH NO NO NO Annie walks in the room are you okay? You look like you just got hit with a car.. HELLO Said Annie Oh sorry I-i zoned o- Annie interrupted and Taunted Aw someone scared for her first day of highschool?! SHUT UP Octive screamed. Geez I’m gonna go brush my teeth O-ok replied Octive She changes into some tights and a messy polka dotted shirt And brushed her teeth Octive Come eat I made you some Ceraffles! Announced Mary

QUICK EXPLANATION

Ceraffles is waffles with cereal in it (it's their family recipe)

MMmm Ceraffles Octive thinks before yelling OKAY! COMING! Octive runs to the kitchen and says “YOU BETTER NOT HAVE ATE ALL OF THE CERAFFLES! SERIOUSLY said Octive haha laughed Annie Quickly eat the ceraffles you woke up late OH MY CRAP I DID! Aye! No swearing! Yelled Mary Sorry I-i just can’t be late, Sorry! She runs out MOM ANNIE HURRY UP! Bye Gea! I’ll be back soon! Yelled Mary Come on! Octive said while yelling at Her mom

Mary walks out of the house, And gets into the car.. 15 minutes later BYE MOM! Bye hun! Bye Annie Bye Octive! Octive Stumbles and falls her books fall on the floor CRAP! She thinks and closes her eyes UGH! She murmured Cian comes up to her and helps her pick up her books Hello you must be new to this school Haha Annie looks at Octive “WHAT THE SHIT WHY IS SHE TALKING TO CIAN! WHAT DO I DO!... NOW I'M PANICKING WHAT IF HE LIKES HER!” Annie runs off to her locker panicking back to Octive Haha yeah I’m new is it that obvious! She says while half laughing He smiled No not really you just have that freshman look on your face, Nervous, In a hurry and you dropped your books Said Cian smiling he picks up her books Here don’t fall again Oh by the way I never told you my name I’m Cian He brings out his hand and waits for a handshake Octive Shaked his hand I’m Octive Unique name I like it haha Yeah my parents really wanted a “Unique” kid *DING* That’s the bell gotta go! He smiles and checks her out “oh my god” She thinks while walking to her first class “what the heck is this paper was on my hand” She reads it “Cian: 204-559-221” OH MY GOD She reaches into her bag to grab her phone and types into her notes “2o4-599-221 Cians phone #” And she walks to her first class, Art Hello Class! I see we got new students “NEWBIES” a student yells from the back of the class SHH said Mrs.Chara Today we're going to be sketching each other you all have one other person at your desk so you are going to be doing two sketches of them. One of their face and one full body sketch. OK? Everyone understand? The class all mumbles “Yes” Hey Said Octive so.. I’m drawing your face and body.. Said Octive Awkwardly Yeah I guess Said Caden uh.. Well can I get a picture of you so I can work on this at home please? Sure.. Ok. Octive takes out her phone Caden Poses and smiles *snap!* There I got it aw one more It’s blurry he makes a funny face. HAHA Octive Laughs the other one wasn’t actually blurry was it? Said Caden Half laughing No it wasn’t they both laugh hey here's my number call me if you need a new photo He smiles and hands over a paper saying his number Thanks Said Octive they start sketching 1 hour later *DING* Okay class stop your sketches and it's homework so work on it later today kay said everyone in the class she walks over to the cafeteria and sits down

            Chapter 4 Boys

“I have to text Cian I can’t wait” She takes out her phone To Cian: Hello! It’s Octive - “There That wasn’t that bad right.. Right” He texts back From Cian: Oh hey I see you figured out my trick, The handshake number switch haha Haha Yeah that's a cute trick She texted back Annie comes and sits next to Octive hey! Said Annie who are you texting? it's nobody Oh really tell me It’s nobody okay Annie?! Octive yelled Oh okay i'm sorry Annie replied Well I got to go bye.. Annie walks away  “She totally likes Cian I saw that it said Cian, And Cian obviously likes her! He gave her his phone number I had to ask his brother for his number!” She thinks while walking away Back to Octive Why was she so curious to know who i’m texting like geez she said to Bethany Well maybe she knows who you’re texting and she is testing you.. Like maybe she likes Cian Said Bethany in response don’t think she likes Cian I think she likes Kyle said Octive Who? Kyle is our next door neighbor Said Octive Oh *DING DING* Is it your boyfriend! Bethany Taunted He isn’t my boyfriend.. Let me check who it is Said Octive From: Cian It's from Cian OoOOoo From: Cian Aw you think I’m cute haha “Shit what do I text” She thought Before saying This is what you texted me she shows Bethany the text What do I do?! I don’t know something cute and sneaky Said Bethany Kay To Cian: Maybe! :3 She texted That's just embarrassing She said while watching her over her shoulder Wow! Beth you’ve had way more relationships than me and you’re the same age as me! She said angrily Hun If you think 1 boyfriend and 1 girlfriend is alot I swear.. All I know is that “maybe! :3” Isn’t scandalous at all; You could have at least put … instead of an exclamation mark What ever I’m an actual fetus got to go She says while picking up her stuff and walking away Bye! Yelled Bethany Hey Bethany Said Henry Hi?.. I’ve been in your glass since grade the middle of grade 7.. He Said Doesn’t ring a belle Are you serious?! Nevermind I got to go.. He walks away thinking “Knew she wouldn’t like me back” He frowns Back To Octive Got a spare block, I’m going to study She thought While walking over to the library

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Chapter 5

-- Day 3 Of Nostalgic Nightmare --

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M a y   1 7 ,  2 0 3 X

8 : 4 5   P . M .

S a n s '   R e s i d e n c e , M o n s t e r  B a s e

L o c a t i o n   u n k n o w n

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-- (BACK TO YOUR POV) --

I woke up with a body ache as my eyes try to regain my normal eyesight.

I was expecting that I'm back at my prison room, where Sans used to imprison me.

But I didn't wake up in there.

I woke up in a bed, a comfy one.

Regaining my energy, I tried stretching my arms and legs, but ended myself up suffering in pain.

Then I realized that my clothes were changed.

DID THAT FUCKTARD CHANGED ME LAST NIGHT?

That perverted imbecile.

I quickly tried to sit, but all these muscle pain triggered and guess what, I failed to do so.

While suffering from the pain, Sans came in with pills and my breakfast in a tray.

"Good morning, cookie. Did ya sleep well?" He asked while putting down my breakfast beside me.

My breakfast are newly cooked waffles with syrup and a tall glass of milk.

Damn this is delicious. Never expected this from a crazy ass skeleton.

"Still aching everywhere. Can't even make myself move." I replied weakly as he chuckled.

"Here, let me help you ; nice and slow." He walked beside me and supported my back and the back of my thighs with his hands.

When he attempted to carry me, I felt a sudden jolt of pain as I groaned and closed my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He assures me as he caressed my back.

"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled as he continued to help me sit up.

After seconds of pain and suffering, I successfully sat down in the bed with my back leaning against the pillow and my lower part resting on his bed.

"Okay. Can you feed yourself?" He asks as he settles my breakfast in a tray on my lap.

"I d-don't know. My body's really painful." I groaned as he sat beside me on the edge of his bed.

He grabbed the fork and knife beside my plate and started slicing the waffles into medium pieces that are small enough for my mouth to munch.

"Open wide, babe." He commanded as I opened my mouth to get a bite of his delicious art

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M a y   1 7 ,  2 0 3 X

9 : 1 8  P . M .

S a n s '  B e d r o o m ,  S a n s '   R e s i d e n c e ,   M o n s t e r  B a s e

L o c a t i o n   u n k n o w n

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After finishing my meal and taking my medicine, Sans and I had a little conversation.

"So, uh, do you think that this war will end?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but heck am I tired of doing this." He ranted.

"Tired of what?"

"Of-" His phone suddenly rang as he picked it up from a small table and answered it.

"Hello?"

"She's not fine. She attempted to escape but a part of Undyne's army attacked her to make sure she was weak enough."

"Yeah, weak enough to KILL HER!"

"What do you mean I need to bring her there? Alphys, she's weak and when she tries to move a limb, she'll lose her mind from the pain!"

This imbecile is strangely thoughtful...

and who the hell is Alphys?

"Use a wheelchair? I seriously can't move her limbs remember?! Hey, look. Don't be sad because I am mad at you, okay?"

"Oh, she urgently requested? heh. okay. I'll talk to her instead. Okay?"

"Bye." He ended the call with this 'Alphys' thing

"Who was that?"

"It was Alphys. I'll explain to you later who she is. Right now, I need to call someone else. Excuse me for a minute."

He stood up and walked to the door but he stopped.

"Wait. You'll end up getting bored in here. I might take long but I'll let you watch a movie." He said as he grabbed a cd compiler

(AN: Those circular thing with jean-ish texture and a zipper and when you open it, you'll see cds)

He scanned through the compiler as he smirked and pulled out a cd.

You bitch don't tell me you're going to let me watch something kids wouldn't watch.

"This is one of my favorite movies. It's 10 Things I Hate About You. You'll enjoy it. I promise."

He turned on the television and the cd player and inserted the cd inside of it, then the opening started playing.

"There we go, I'll be back soon, I promise." He smiled as he left me all alone in his room.

Oh boy.

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M a y   1 7 ,  2 0 3 X

9 : 3 6  P . M .

S a n s '   R e s i d e n c e , M o n s t e r   B a s e

L o c a t i o n   u n k n o w n

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-- Sans' POV --

I rushed to my living room and dialed Undyne's number on my phone.

"HELLO, THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS SPEAKING, HOW MAY I-"

 Oh, wait. I forgot that Papyrus is her "secretary".  

"Hey, Pap. I need to talk to Undyne right now."

"OH! HELLO BROTHER! WAIT A SECOND."

(Background sounds)

"UNDYNE! UNDYNE! SANS WOULD WANT TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"

"GIVE ME A MINUTE, PAP!"

*mumbles something that I can't quite hear*

"What the hell do you want, G?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING-"

Contain yourself, G.

I inhaled as I gave out my best tone.

"Look, the human is badly injured, can you give us a couple of weeks for her to-"

"A COUPLE OF WEEKS? G, ARE YOU SERIOUS? MY ARMY IS GETTING TIRED OF LISTENING TO THE SAME LESSONS OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND MY ARMY'S DECREASING AT POPULATION COUNT! Who knows, some cunt killed a part of them." She shouted, making me throw my phone on the floor.

Thank Asgore that this phone is "surface-proof".

"I know and STOP SCREAMING"

Actually, I'm the cunt who killed one part of your army, Undyne just to keep the lady safe so uhm, yeah. I know.

"But, if it's okay with you and Alphys, can you please try to make Mettaton go here, or maybe Alphys can come too." I hesitantly requested.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS, G? YOUR HOUSE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HUMAN'S BASE! YOU'RE JUST COVERING UP IN THERE TO CAPTURE HUMANS LIKE THAT NITWIT YOU HAVE THERE!"

"For your information, I kinda teleported the whole house to the monster base and STOP SCREAMING IN THE NAME OF ASGORE!

She's not a nitwit! She's fragile and brave. All that she wanted is for this war to end like the other humans desire. Just, please. She's too weak. We're on the surface so food won't heal her that much, even the surface CORE won't do much."

I'd dare not to say this but, Undyne. If you consider her kind as nitwits, then fuck me; she's the bravest and most amazing nit wit ever.

"Wow. That was fast. Okay, fine. I'll give you 3 weeks. After that, I'll send Alphys and Mettaton there. Take care of her with all your dignity. I'll-"

"Christ, Undyne. Stop with those corny-ass speeches. Papyrus will end up training you with his greatness."

"Whatever. Oh and I'll send the Dummy and Muffet there to keep her company. Sounds good?"

FINALLY!

"Yeah. Sounds good. Thanks, Dyne!"

"Don't call me that!" Heh, must be irritated.

"Ok. Sure, whatever. Welp, gotta check how she's doing. See ya."

"See ya, lazy wondernerd."

Muffet.

MUFFET!

"Wait! Undyne!"

"What?!"

"How's Muffet doing? I accidentally crushed her because of my lazers before I kidnapped the human."

"Oh, she's been recovering. When Cake knew about the accident, Cake told me that If she ever saw you again, She'll swear to Asgore she will kill you."

"Oh, I am sooo scared huhu. Anyways, See you soon!"

"She wasn't joking, actually. Cake can get really vicious and relentless than Muffet."

"Yeah I am aware of that. I really need to go now. Bye!"

"Bye again."

Bless this angry fish, Asgore. Bless that fish.

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M a y   1 7 ,   2 0 3 X

9 : 4 5   P . M .

T h e   K i t c h e n

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After my heated conversation with Undyne, I plan to make the human's dinner for tonight.

I don't feel hungry that much but I'm sure that the human's hungry.

I chopped some onions, garlic, bell peppers and mushrooms. I started preheating a pan and a pot of water and opened a pack of pasta. If Pap ever had teleporting powers like mine, Oh he will want some of these and run around while shouting "GOOD SHIT" in every angle of the house.

(TIME SKIP LOOOOL)

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M a y   1 7 ,   2 0 3 X

1 0 : 1 3   P . M .

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After the cooking process has been done, I did some plating stuff and made sure it's worth her health. I grabbed her pills and a glass of water and placed it on the tray. I grabbed the tray and went back to my room. I opened the door with my powers.

As I opened the door, I saw her still in the same position, still watching the same movie but in a different scene. This is the scene where Kat volunteers to dictate her poem (that was dedicated to Patrick) in class.

"Hey sweetcheeks! How are you doing?" I asked her.

"I feel sad for Kat because she thinks that Patrick was playing her feelings! Buuuut on the other hand, I blame Joey for being a dickass."

"Heh, same here. I'll prepare a box of tissue in case you'll cry on the next thing that will happen."

"What do you mean?"

I pointed my finger on the tv as Kat started her poem:

" I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much that it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. "

Prue started tearing up as I chuckled a bit. She looks so fucking cute.

"What's so funny?" She angrily asked me as I smiled

"Nothing, nothing. I remembered something." I remembered you being the cutest fucker when I first talked to you.

She scoffed as she continued watching the tear jerking scene.

" I hate the way you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. "

After Kat ran out of class (in the movie), I glared at Prue, all wet with her tears.

I chuckled a bit.

But I asked myself;

Will she love me back?

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EDITED!

- Lennie x

P.S. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU IS A GOOD MOVIE. WATCH IT HAHAHA

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