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starlitangels · 2 years

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We Survived

Was listening to the D.A.M.N. bois reunion again and had some thoughts and feelings 3.5k words CW: references to traumatic events, discussion of character death, nightmares

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I woke with a gasp, clawing at the covers to try to get them off and sitting up, breathing ragged.

“Deviant—deviant!” Gavin said, reaching out and wrangling my thrashing. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. What’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me until my flailing quieted down. I grabbed hold of him, my fingers digging into his bare back as tears fell down my face and onto his skin. His warm, familiar skin. He put his hand on the back of my head, his other rubbing up and down my bare back. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“N-nightmare,” I said, voice shaking.

Gavin sighed. “The Inversion, again?” he asked softly.

I nodded.

“They’re getting worse. The nightmares,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Maybe we should call one of your Dreamwalker classmates in that Intermediate Mental Disciplines cl—”

“No,” I interrupted.

I could practically hear Gavin’s jaw clenching. His heart rate sped up against the side of my face. His fingers stilled on my back. “Deviant,” he said softly. “If you’re struggling with nightmares, there are easy ways to fix it. My dreamwork magic needs improving or I’d try to help you myself.”

“I’m not—”

“This is the third time this week you’ve woken up from nightmares, my love. They’re getting worse.” He tightened his fingers on the back of my head against my scalp. “Do you... want to talk about it?”

“It’s the same as it always is. You, instead of Xavier. Finding Huxley and Damien on the ground, clawed or drained. Lasko was there this time. Crying and telling me that them dying—you dying—was my fault. That I wasn’t strong enough. That if I’d...” I sniffed. “If I’d just been a better friend—if I’d found them sooner—they’d still be alive. I... I lashed out at Lasko. Hurled him backward with magic. And then I woke up. And they are alive. This whole little family I built for myself survived—but I can’t get the images of them lying on the ground dead out of my head. Seeing Damien, clawed and half-dead at that healing station... that hollow look in Huxley’s eyes when I told him about Xavier... Lasko clinging to us like he might float away on the next breeze if he let go...” I shoved tears off my face with the palm of my hand. “I don’t know what’s worse. The memory of reality or the dreams.”

Gavin rocked me back and forth. His hand resumed rubbing my back. “I know, deviant. We went through Hell. All of us. But we survived. And now we have to learn how to live with it. It’s a slow process, but we’ll make it there.” He glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table. “Do you want to call your therapist for another appointment? I don’t remember what time the office opens.”

I looked over my shoulder. “It opens in a half-hour,” I said. “I’ll call then.”

Gavin hummed, planting a gentle kiss on my hairline.

“I love you, Gavin,” I said, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too.”

He whispered my name into my skin, as though reminding me I was still here and I was still me.

We just stayed like that, holding each other, until my alarm went off.

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I woke with a gasp, my arm lashing out, searching for Gavin on the other side of the bed. Nothing. I was alone. I scrambled out of bed, tripping on the bedsheets, nearly face-planting into my carpet, until I found my jeans from yesterday. I grabbed at them until I found my phone in the pocket.

I only had a few numbers memorized. I shakily input one of them and hit the call button.

It rang. And rang. And rang. And rang. And—

“F-Freelancer?” Lasko asked through a yawn. “What-What’s wrong?”

“I... I had a nightmare,” I admitted. “Usually when Gavin’s here he calms me down but he’s visiting a friend on the magical plane—” It was the only way I could think to describe that I remembered Gavin actually went back to Aria to check on Caelum. The Inversion had been hard on him and I’d barely seen him since. “—and I needed to hear someone else’s voice.”

“O-o-oh. I-I’m sorry,” Lasko said. “Do... do you want to talk about it?”

I thought about how Lasko had almost started crying at Huxley’s house when we went over to play Mario Kart the other week. How he admitted he didn’t want to talk about work because he didn’t want to hurt us by bringing up anything even tangentially related to the Inversion. I thought about how I’d spent the last almost two years of my life trying to safeguard his gentler emotions—trying to bolster him in any way I could.

“No,” I said. “I just needed to hear someone else’s voice. That’s all. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Lasko cleared his throat. “Freelancer... are... are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m as okay as I can be,” I said. “I just needed to hear your voice. I’ll let you get back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Freelancer—”

“Bye Lasko. Thank you.”

I hung up.

I dropped back onto my bed, letting my phone fall from my hand and onto the mattress. I curled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. Some of the fear had eased out of my system, but I was still pretty shaken.

I’m not sure how long I stayed in that position, but it felt like it could have been seconds or hours—

When a knock echoed off my front door.

I glanced at the clock. It was 4AM.

I got up, pulled on a bathrobe—whether it was mine or Gavin’s I couldn’t tell in the darkness—to cover my scant pajamas, and slipped out of my bedroom to the front door. I peered through the peephole.

The thing about apartment complexes was each door’s porch light never turned off.

So I could easily see Lasko standing there.

I pulled the door open quickly. “What are you doing here?” I asked, confused. I opened the door wider, stepping back to let him in. “Get in here.”

Lasko stepped over the threshold, pushing a hand through his already-messy curly hair. “I-I-I... You sounded distressed on the phone. And I... I didn’t want you to be alone. I-I mean, you—you said Gavin usually helps calm you down so... I thought I’d come make sure you were okay.”

“Lasko—you didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to come over. I mean, it’s the middle of the night. I... I really am okay.” I shut the door behind him and gestured toward the couch. A flick of my wrist turned on the table lamp in the opposite corner.

He sat down. I sat opposite him. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked.

“Nooo... I don’t wanna stress you out, Las. I know you’re probably swamped with a lot of new stuff with your new job and you don’t need my junk piled on top of it. It was just a bad dream. And, like I said when I called, I just needed to hear another voice. One that wasn’t in my head. One that wasn’t screaming at me.”

Lasko reached out and set a hand on my knee. “Hey. You can tell me, if you want. I’m here for you.”

“I really shouldn’t.” I shook my head. “I don’t need to stress you out.”

“Freelancer—you reached out to me. You were looking for someone to help you. Let me help you. I-I-I want to. You’re my best friend. If you’re-you’re struggling with these nightmares, I want to be here for you.”

“They’re about the Inversion, Lasko!” I finally said, sharper than I meant. He blinked at me, his grey eyes going wide. “That’s why I don’t want to talk to you about them! Every time someone brings up that night I see you shut down. And I don’t want to put any more of that burden on you. Because you don’t need to hear about the fact that I see Gavin dying right in front of my eyes while Xavier is the one dragging me away from the shades. You don’t need to hear me sobbing over the images of Huxley and Damien dead on the ground that I can’t shake out of my head. And you definitely don’t need to hear the fact that you are in these dreams telling me that my family died because I wasn’t enough!”

“Uh... I...” Lasko blinked rapidly, absolutely baffled that I’d snapped.

“Thank you, for coming over. I appreciate your care and concern. But do you see why I didn’t want to say anything? I called you rather than Hux or Damien because I needed to hear you say something to me in that kind, sweet, caring voice of yours. Not the angry heartbreak telling me it’s my fault our family died.” As I spoke, tears had welled up in my eyes. I squeezed my eyelids shut to push the tears out. They slid down my face and I wiped them on my bathrobe sleeve. Though, now in the light, I saw it was Gavin’s bathrobe sleeve.

“C’mere,” Lasko said. He held his arms out. I scooted across the couch and let him hug me. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this, Freelancer. Really. Is there anything else I can do? I... I’m happy to-to-to listen, or-or just sit here with you i-i-in the quiet, if you’d rather.”

“Just... just hug me, for a bit, please,” I said, burying my face in Lasko’s shoulder. He was shaking a little bit.

His arms tightened around me. “I-I-I-I can do that,” he said.

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Ping!

I glanced at my phone on the counter.

Huxley🍃: Yo, Freelancer! Laski called. Said you’ve been havinf nightmares and it’d be easier if you weren’t alonw. Next time Gav’s out og town, why don’t you come ovet and we can have a sleepover?

I closed my eyes and set down the popcorn bowl I’d been drying. I wasn’t surprised Lasko called Huxley. Lasko was a good man and a sweet soul but God he didn’t know when to keep his trap shut sometimes. I should have remembered to ask him not to tell Hux and/or Damien.

I snatched up my phone right as several more texts came in.

Huxley🍃: Buttons are too damn small Huxley🍃: *Lasko Huxley🍃: **having Huxley🍃: ***alone Huxley🍃: ****of Huxley🍃: *****over

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Just a little. Huxley hated texting. He’d rather call. But whenever he was trying to give me some space, he texted me, trying not to be intrusive.

Me: That’s a nice offer, Hux. But I can’t put that on you.

My phone started to ring. Incoming Call... Huxley🍃

I rolled my eyes in affectionate exasperation, sliding the answer option. “Hey Hux.”

“Freelancer, dude, you’re not puttin’ anything on me. It’d be nice to have you over. We can play Smash, or Mario Kart or something. I found my Switch. Plus, I got a spare room now, so it’s not like you’ve gotta stay on the couch or anythin’.”

“Hux, really, I—”

“Lasko said you’d resist. And, if I’m honest, I guessed you would even without the warning. What’s goin’ on?”

“It’s just nightmares. Inversion nightmares. And you’re probably having them too so I really shouldn’t be putting that kind of burden on you when you’re dealing with the same thing and—”

“When’s Gav outta town next?”

“He’s not coming back in town till day after tomorrow. He was planning on spending a couple days catching up with a friend on the magical plane.” Spending three nights helping Delphinus take care of Caelum, I corrected silently.

“Then come over tonight! We’ll make a thing out of it. Watch a movie or play games or somethin’.”

“Hux, I—”

“Freelancer, if you don’t come over here, I’m gonna come over to your place.”

“Huxley. I don’t need to be coddled. Or—or looked after like I’m glass that’s gonna break. I’ve been having these nightmares for months. I can deal with them.”

“But you don’t have to deal with them alone, Freelancer,” Huxley said. “C’mon. Pack a bag with some overnight stuff and come have a sleepover!” He sounded more and more like his old jovial self every day—but I could still hear the care and concern in his voice.

I took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re not going to give up on this until I agree, are you?”

“Nah.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. What time should I come over?”

“Whenever you want, dude. You’re always welcome. You can come over right when you’re done with class if that’s what you want. I got extra towels and stuff so you’re fine to shower here. Just bring your PJs and some clothes for tomorrow and we’ll make dinner and hang out and whatever. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay. Thanks, Huxley.”

“Sure thing, Freelancer!”

“I’ll see you later.”

“See ya.”

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Waking up from nightmares in an unfamiliar room was almost worse than just waking up from nightmares.

Instead of a gasp, I let out a yelp as I bolted upright in bed. Cold sweat covered my body as I panted, hard.

A moment later, Huxley appeared in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping me up in his arms. Normally, he would have waited for permission, but I’d told him that if he heard me having a nightmare he could just sit with me and hug me without waiting to ask. “It’s okay, Freelancer. It’s okay,” he said gently. His hand was big enough to palm the back of my head like a basketball as he rested it there. His other hand scooped me out from under the covers and set me down in his lap. He curled up around me, huddling me against him, surrounding me in warmth and strength and comfort.

I reached up and held onto his neck with one hand, the other circling his back and balling my fist in his tank top. He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s right here. We survived. We all did. We made it, we made it, we made it, I thought.

“Dude, you’re shaking,” Huxley said, holding me tighter. “It’s okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. This, right here, right now? This is real. We’re here.” He rocked back and forth, almost the same way Gavin had done, but with his whole body. “We’re here, and we’re alive.”

I nodded against his chest. He lifted a hand and brushed a tear off my face. I hadn’t even realized it had fallen.

“Were they the same nightmares as the ones you’ve been having?” he asked gently. “The ones you told me about?”

I nodded again.

Huxley swore under his breath. “I’m sorry,” he said.

I shrugged. “I know. But there’s nothing either of us can do about it. The only way out is through.”

“There is something we can do about it,” Huxley said.

“What?”

“We can be there for each other. All of us. I know... after... that night... we all stopped hanging out as much as we used to. But... we can start doing better at that, again. I think... I think we need each other now more than ever. And the best thing we can do is lean on each other.” He paused. “And don’t think that means just letting all of us lean on you while you feel like you can’t lean back against us without putting some kinda burden on us, okay? We know you, Freelancer. You’d carry the weight of the world on your shoulders to support the people you care about and insist you were fine if one of us asked why you were buckling under the pressure. We let you do that once, your first year when we didn’t know everything you were going through. And I for one am never going to let you do that again. Let us help you, too. Okay?”

“No promises, Hux.”

“No, Freelancer. Promise me you’ll let us help.”

I took a deep breath. “I promise.”

“Good.” He nodded in satisfaction, his chin bonking the top of my head. He swore. “Sorry.”

I smiled. That felt normal. “It’s okay, Hux.”

—

“Huxley and Lasko told me you were having nightmares,” Damien said as he sat at my dining table, dropping his pile of textbooks beside him.

“Good to know my three best friends gossip about me behind my back,” I said, roughly flipping my Intermediate Psychokinetic Manipulatory Studies textbook open to a random page too far back for our unit and pretending to read. My eyes skimmed over the words but I processed none of them.

Damien reached out and flipped my book closed. “Freelancer,” he said seriously. “Look at me.” I looked up and met his gaze. Startlingly amber. “We talk about you because we’re concerned about you. And we want to help in any way we can. We care about each other. All of us. You guys have made me happier than I’ve ever been. It’s been... an incredible change—having friends who care about me. And I care about all of you. You’re my best friend. I’ve told you that before. And for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always taken pains to make sure you were supporting us in any way you could.

“It’s your turn to let us help you back, dumbass. You changed all of our lives when we met you—in the best possible way. Without you, I never would have had occasion to meet Huxley—and without him I wouldn’t have survived the Inversion. You’ve impacted us in more ways than either you or me could ever know. You made our lives better. But that goes both ways, Freelancer. Let us help make yours better. We survived—and that’s because of you.”

I sniffed and wiped my eyes on the hem of my shirt. “Thanks, Damien. I needed to hear that.”

He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and flipped open his notebook. “Good. Now let’s get this done.”

We studied for several hours. All the while, I felt like my eyes were going to melt out of their sockets from how tired and achy they were. I’d cried so much in the last couple days that my eyes were dry and stung every time I blinked.

The sun had long since gone down by the time I slammed a textbook closed and laid down on top of it with a groan. “Dinner?” I asked.

“Sure. Wanna cook or order or...?”

“Let’s go get something. I need to look at something other than this apartment for a bit.”

“Okay. Want me to drive?”

“I don’t care either way.”

“I’ll drive.”

I smiled to myself. “Okay.”

We got to our feet, grabbing our keys and wallets. “What should we go get?” Damien asked.

“I don’t know—let’s just drive around until we see something that looks appealing. It’ll give us more of a break.”

He chuckled. “Sounds good.”

We left my apartment—after I locked up—and climbed in his car. “So... how are... the scars?” I asked.

He raised the side of his shirt to reveal several thick, long scars where shades had clawed him. Healing magic could do a lot, but it couldn’t fix extensive scarring. “They pull on my skin a little bit if I move a certain way, but they’re healed. They don’t hurt or anything.” He dropped his shirt and turned over the car engine. “North or south, which way am I turning?”

“Uh... most of the food places are north.”

“North it is.”

We pulled out of the parking lot and turned north.

“So, Gavin’s still out of town until tomorrow, right?” Damien asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you’re going to have nightmares tonight?”

“Well, given I’ve had them the last two nights and they’re getting more often, rather than less... maybe?”

“Okay. If you do, call me, okay? Call me, and I’ll come right over.”

“Damien, I can’t ask you to do that—”

“Nuh-uh. None of that. You promised Huxley you’d lean on us too. I’m serious. If you have nightmares, call me. I’m here for you. I care about you. I want to help, if I can. And... to be honest, I’ll probably be awake anyway. I have nightmares too.” Damien cleared his throat. “More often than Huxley, but less than you, by the sounds of things. But... we can get through this together, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. And you can call me, too, y’know, when you have nightmares.”

“I know, Freelancer.”

—

After dinner, Damien and I sat on the couch and talked for hours. About school, about our nightmares, about our friends—our family—about good memories and not-so-good memories.

We talked until we both passed out on the couch.

Neither of us had any nightmares that night.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Gavin #Redacted Lasko #Redacted Damien #Redacted Huxley #Lasko Moore #Damien #Huxley #Lasko #these long fics are what happen #when i want each of the bois to have a short segment #Starlit Fic

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yenpondering · 3 years

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bro. b r o. I will teleport over right now, watch me pass out on the inversion table. anD THANK.

thank you!

#Yen gibberish #I had to search up what an inversion table was #watch me sleep while hanging upside down on it #also my shirts are just steadily shifting to button down t-shirts with patterns on them #gonna add in a bright ass hawaiian shirt somewhere #and it's gonna be my family's problem when I wear it in public with them lol

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ejunkiet · 2 years

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snapshots of the aftermath

this is short and just a little bittersweet. post-inversion. davey needs a hug.

redacted asmr: davey x angel. rated teen, no warnings aside from inversion.

Post-inversion. Davey breaks down, Angel is there to catch him.

“You’re safe. You’re home. I’ve got you.”

read on ao3

snapshots of the aftermath

The full weight of what happened hits him when they’re back at the house.

Asher and his mate have set up in the guest room - neither of them were ready to part ways completely after the last twenty-four hours, and no one else had questioned it.

Milo had promised to follow as soon as he could - and there’s something he’s not saying, something to do with the magical exhaustion he’d had when he’d arrived at the healing station, but David hasn’t got the strength to press the point now.

He barely has the energy to strip out of his clothes inside of their room, Angel’s hands finding the hem of his bloodied shirt, pulling it over his head. His jeans are the next to go, replaced by a pair of worn sweats, comfortable and familiar, and it helps, a little.

But once it starts, it doesn’t stop - until he’s almost crushed by it.

It’s more than the exhaustion that’s left him barely upright, more than physical, a drawn out panic attack, wave after wave until he’s bowed beneath it, thick and cloying in his throat, almost enough to drown.

Their touch breaks the moment. An anchor point, to the here and now, the warmth of their body against his, the gentle pulse of their heartbeat as they cradle his head against their chest.

They’re sitting on the floor of their room, beside the bed - and he doesn’t remember when that happened, exactly. But Angel’s hands are in his hair, tangled amongst the knots, and it grounds him.

“You’re safe. You’re home. I’ve got you.”

His arms wind around their waist, and he can’t let go.

(“Don’t- don’t leave. Please.”

The words stumble from his mouth, even as Angel falters, eyes wide as they glance back from where they'd been reaching over to the side table. He’s shaking, an uncontrollable tremor in his fingers as he grips the sheets, a ringing in his ears, and he can’t-

“I’m-” They shake their head sharply, turning fully back to face him, pushing back the sheets until they can reach him, finally, searching palms and steady grip, wrapping themselves around him, all too warm and so fucking soft.

“I’m not going anywhere.”)

“You don’t have to talk about it.”

Their hands trace over the lines on his chest, the faint discolourations that mark his skin, what's left of them. Soft, ever so soft, as if they're afraid to touch them, as if the brush of their fingertip could reopen the freshly healed scars.

(Ash carries a matching set along the length of his right flank, deep enough that David had seen the flash of white bone before his teeth had torn through the partially corporated flesh of the shade that had him by the throat.)

“But if you wanted to. I’m here.”

He releases a long, slow breath. It doesn’t shake this time.

“There isn’t much I can say.” Another breath, held and then released. “It- happened.”

The pressure of their fingertips against his sternum, pressing neat crescents into his skin. Their eyes are dark when they meet his again, their gaze distant, remembering.

They were there, too. They didn’t see all of it, but they saw enough.

They’ve arranged the blanket they’d dragged off the bed into some sort of nest around the two of them. It’s impractical, and frankly stupid with the bed so close, but he can’t find the energy - or the will - to move.

With their arms around him, it doesn’t matter, anyway.

“We had no warning. The timing-” he cuts himself off with a frustrated growl. There’s no point thinking about the why or how now. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, except the cost.

Too great a cost.

“I had to make a choice.” The words are laboured and thick, like treacle. The exhaustion drags at him now, slowing his body, if not his mind. “It was the right call.”

Angel doesn’t press when he falls silent again, their fingers gentle as they run through his hair, present, without the pressure of expectation. He shifts until he can wrap his arms more securely around them, pressing his face into their throat. Their heat, their scent…

Alive. Which may not have been the case if those shades… had gotten out.

He knows that. He does.

“I-” The words are choked in his throat, but he has to say them, say them out loud. Maybe if he said them enough, he would actually believe them. “I did what I could.”

The rest, he just has to live with.

#redacted asmr #redacted davey #redacted inversion #inversion spoilers #ej writes redacted #writing

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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Scream for Me

Kaminari Denki

word count : 5.7k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]

themes : villain!denki, yandere!denki, implied stalking/obsession, DUBCON, coercion, quirk use… denki has a tongue piercing

bio : It’s been two years since your hero best friend fell off the face of the earth, and since then, he’s resurfaced as a prominent villain. You don’t want anything to do with him. So naturally, he comes to you.

author’s note : this is for bnha bookclub’s bingo event, for which i can now cross off the “hero turned villain” slot ;) once again this fic contains DUBCON so please beware before you continue… also so sorry if denks is OOC in this— i am aware that in canon he does not have a mean bone in his body

side note: this fic is dedicated to @fanfic-me-up , the beautiful bday queen! she deserves the best, so please wish her a happy birthday! also, a great big thanks to @hawks-senseis and @boom-bakugou for beta’ing <3

also available on AO3 here

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🄳eep bass rattles your bones as you step around the glowing dance floor, drunken bodies bumping into your sides carelessly. It’s some electronic song pumping through the speakers and causing your ears to buzz, your tongue sliding over your lip as you make your way back to your tabe. The group you’re with barely even notices your return, your adventure proving victorious as you harbor a sweating glass in each hand. The fruity concoction initially tastes sweet on your tongue, the burn of the alcohol bleeding in afterwards and making your face twist in a bitter scowl. So much for the bartender’s lame attempt at flirting— his promise of “you won’t be able to taste the vodka at all!” falling flat.

Your flavor of the night throws back a shot from the table, the sticky glass clinking loudly as he slams it down. He’s cute enough— your classic type: tall and slender, a sleeve decorating his tan arm with swirls of ink, dark hair hanging over his bright eyes, and pink lip adorned with a silver ring. In your opinion, he’s the hottest of his group, which had joined your pack of girls nearly as soon as you’d entered the threshold.

Yet for some reason, you find yourself restless as he grinds against you, his hands firm atop your hips. Maybe he isn’t as hot as you think… or maybe you’re not trying to score tonight. Ha, as if that could ever be the case. Maybe you’re not drunk enough, or maybe you need to top off with something better than alcohol. Rolling your neck, you place your head on his shoulder, his hands immediately gliding up your torso to pull you closer against him. You can feel his semi through his jeans, and the recognition of it makes you smirk, closing your mascara-framed eyes and allowing him to sway you to the beat.

And you try to enjoy it— you really do.

But still, there’s something off.

There’s this itchy feeling of dread crawling across your skin, spreading over your body and seizing your heart with an icy fist. The poor muscle starts to beat furiously against its sudden confines, your eyes opening and moving to survey your surroundings— feeling like prey about to meet its certain fate.

That’s when you see him.

He’s right by the exit of the club, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent glow of the neon signs on the wall. Physically speaking, you can’t see much of him— he’s all the way across the room in a crowded, dinghy club— barely enough light for you to see his face. And yet, those haunting, golden eyes pierce straight into you. You freeze, bottom lip allowing gravity to take it prisoner, your breath caught midway in your shriveling lungs. The guy you’re dancing with doesn’t seem to notice, only pressing his hips harder into your ass.

It feels like you’re ripping roots from the earth as your feet move on their own accord, first one trembling step— then two. Now that you’re level with him on the main dance floor, he’s swallowed up into the tangling sea of shadowy limbs. You try to push your way over to the exit, but by the time you stumble out of the crowd, he’s nowhere to be found.

Whatever kind of buzz you had previously felt is instantly cut short. Trepidation oozes into your veins, chilling your bones and sending shivers all the way to your toes. On one hand, you want to believe in yourself— you’re sure that you’d seen him— but on the other hand, dismissing the sighting of the man would be much easier to do. And you hadn’t seen him in front of you in two years… the thought makes your chest feel tight, torn and bleeding with discomfort.

You miss him so much.

But even if you could see him again, he’s not the same boy you adored anymore… no, that would be impossible. And he could never be here, in this club, either. It might not be the best part of town, but it’s still a bustling spot in the city night life. There’s no way someone with his level of fame could just show up to a popular club like this on a Friday night, undetected.

So you write it off— take the easy way out. You’re drunk, there’s a lot of people here, and you were probably just looking for a reason to get off that guy at the table. That’s all it can be; your mind playing tricks on you. Of course, you hadn’t seen him.

That would be ridiculous.

Impossible.

It’s no surprise you feel sick to your stomach at the very idea of seeing him. Whether it’s because your stomach is filled to the brim with butterflies, or because your body feels shocked— as if his electricity crawls across your skin and makes your hairs stand on end— you’re not sure. Making your way to the back of the club, you somehow find the hallway void of a bathroom line. Never had you been graced with such a blessing, and you quickly make your way toward the door, giddy to be able to have a moment to yourself.

Once you’re inside the room, you take a moment to examine yourself in the mirror. Your hands planted on the countertop, you lean in close, eyes searching your reflection for anything that could be off. You still just don’t feel right, and you’re not sure why. The walls are colored in a dark turquoise hue, the black marble counter opaque and matching the dark stalls behind you. Fingers fidgeting for something to do, you pluck the lipstick out of your comically small purse, lining your lips before blotting the color with a paper towel.

A low wolf whistle splices the still air of the lavatory, echoing lowly on the tiled walls.

Every cell in your body is frozen, your gaze trained on a pair of yellow, slitted eyes over your shoulder. He’s slipping out of one of the stalls, taking his time as he crosses the room only to turn the lock on the door. Your heart starts to beat again at the realization that he’s really here, and that he’s just sealed the two of you in together.

Escape is the only thing on your mind right now, your eyes darting between the door, the vents on the ceiling, and the window that looks just a bit too small for you to wiggle through. Fear begins to bubble into your bloodstream, burning you with its sheer cold, like dry ice on naked skin.

“Cat got your tongue?”

His voice is just like it was before he disappeared, but all signs of his playful, positive attitude are absent. Instead, he sounds almost bored… and there’s this tone to his inflection that feels like cough syrup— thick and sticky, leaving a rancid taste at the back of your tongue.

Poison.

He keeps his distance from you, content to just watch your gaze in the reflection before you. You can’t help but look at him; too terrified that if you look away, he’ll be gone and then there’s no denying you’re crazy. You’ll have to get checked into an asylum or something, because you’re certified insane— nevermind if you’re imagining him— you can’t help but think he looks good. Really good.

Dressed in black from head to toe, he looks like he’s one with the shadows of the night. Even his hair is black now, raven strands perfectly framing his handsome face. The yellow streak in his hair is in the shape of a lightning bolt, colors inverse of what they used to be, when he was a peppy blonde. But those days are long over now, and the snakebite piercings adorning his full lower lip draw you in, much to your dismay. He looks damn good in his distressed jeans, the leather jacket sitting just right on his shoulders. And just like the last time you’d seen him, a tight, black choker sits perfectly on his throat.

“What, hmm? Nothin’ to say, sunshine?” Oh, that name. The term he had so affectionately coined you when you were still just classmates. When you were his best friend.

It takes a moment for you to think, and another for you to actually force the words out of your mouth. “What are you doing here, Denki?” You sound totally breathless, and it’s partly because you are— you’re completely shocked that he’s here, with you, in some nightclub bathroom. The balls he has to be out in public right now…

“And I thought you’d be happy to see me,” he says, lips curled into a displeased frown, and those big, golden eyes trailing up and down your body, assessing you in the same manner you had him. But he doesn’t stare; he’s already looked at you for plenty long. He’s over just simply looking at you. “It’s so good to hear your voice, Y/N.”

You don’t know what to say to him. After two years of Kaminari Denki dropping off the face of the earth, and more recently appearing on Japan’s ‘Most Wanted’ list instead, he’s come to you out of the blue. How did he know where to find you tonight? Does he have someone watching you? Is he… Does he still have those feelings that he used to pretend didn’t exist?

“Why are you here?” You try again, whispering, like anyone will be able to hear you over the thumping bass outside. But Denki hears you, leisurely stalking over to you.

Whipping around, your trembling fingers grab onto the edge of the countertop. You’ve read the articles, heard the news. You know the things he’s done. The terrible, unspeakable things.

Denki stops a step away from you, tongue glazing over his lip as his eyes rake over your front. A flash of metal between his lips catches your eye, glimmering in the harsh overhead lights before it’s gone.

“To see you, of course.”

He’s close now, and you can see that he’s taller, broader— more muscular than before, even underneath his jacket. His physique distracts you from his words for a moment, softening the devastating blow of fear. Your widening eyes jump up to lock with his, his gaze casting a sinister gleam over your rapidly-heating cheeks.

Denki closes the distance between you, gripping onto the side of the counter and leaning down to hang his face in front of yours. He smells slightly like smoke, stale cologne wafting onto you as his hips gently meet yours, trapping you against the sink behind you. His belt buckle presses onto your stomach, digging into you as he takes a deep breath beside your neck. You’re paralyzed beneath him, sucking in a small gasp as his fingers trace over the bottom of your spine, tingles shooting through you.

“Did you miss me? Because I missed you,” he murmurs against your throat, the cool gold of his earring dragging on your jaw. “So fucking much.”

His fingers trail to the back of your hips, palms landing on your dress as he squeezes your waist and pulls you closer to him. Your chests bump together, your cleavage pressing onto his front. Your hands fly up to push his shoulders, hating how your feelings clash against each other, turmoil brewing in your stomach. “Let me go,” you plead, spine stiffening as his fingers knead at you.

Denki chuckles, nipping at your skin and trailing the tip of his tongue along the column on your throat. “That’s not how this works, sunshine.” He pulls back to drop his gaze to your lips before his honeyed eyes swallow yours again. Wicked intent swirls in those caramel irises, tendrils of terror snagging tight around your throat. And yet, some small, sick part of you feels safe, feels comfortable in front of him— as if he’s the same guy who would stay up all night long with you just to play the latest video game, or do something crazy like make cupcakes or drive to the beach at four in the morning. As if you don’t know what he’s done since the last time you’ve seen him.

At the recollection of those unspeakable deeds, you whimper, heavy tears pooling along your lower lashes. “I’ll scream,” you threaten, though it doesn’t come out sounding like much of a threat.

A wide smirk curls the corners of his lips, that tongue jewelry making another brief appearance as he opens his mouth and leans into you. “You think anyone’s gonna hear us?” A dark brow rises on his forehead, amusement washed over his sharp features. “You’ll scream when I tell you to.”

Heat surges through your stomach at his crude suggestion, your body betraying you as his hands slide underneath your dress, his bare palms cupping your ass and distributing a confident squeeze. His fingers inch in between your legs, reaching out to ghost over your pussy through your thin, sheer thong.

The tough girl act proving fruitless, you decide to switch tactics. “Please, Denki, I don’t want to—”

“Why are you so fuckin’ wet, then?” He growls, fingertips pressing against your slit harder. He brings one hand before you, forcing you to look at the strands of slick that stretch between his fingers. Your face heats up, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. How could your body be so turned on right now, and your feelings so conflicted? The tension inside of you only worsens when he dips the fingers into his mouth, making a show of his pierced tongue stroking against them.

Finally his lips crash against yours, desire bursting inside of you and leaking into every corner of your body. You can’t move, can’t think, with his lips on you, moulding and pushing onto yours like waves in the restless sea. There’s passion behind his caress, a motive squandered and swept underneath the rug for far too long. He’s wanted you since high school, and now, he can finally have you.

“Please,” you beg quietly as you pull away, digits curling into the collar of his jacket, your lip trembling and a tear shooting down your face, “Denki, you’re scaring me.”

“Aw, cutie— no need to be scared,” Denki replies, rubbing the soaked front of your underwear as he smothers your neck with the gentlest kisses. “I’m the same old, lovable goof as before. Your Denki, your sparky. Well, one thing has changed… I waited for so long trying to think of something, anything that could make you realize how good I would treat you. I wasted so much time just playing my part as your best friend, a shoulder for you to cry on while your worthless boyfriends would betray you. It took me a while before I figured it out though—” he pauses for dramatic effect, leaning in so your lips brush “—that you love being treated bad.”

You’re speechless as his mouth conquers yours again, his tongue surprisingly sweet as it slides into your mouth with practiced ease. Your body is frozen solid for one whole second before your dignity withers and dies right before your very eyes, your thighs clenching together on either side of his intruding hand. His lips pull into a smirk, rough hands gathering the backs of your thighs before he sets your ass on the edge of the counter. It should be embarrassing how easily he peels your legs apart to stand between them, the heat leaking from his hard, jean-clad cock onto the inside of your thigh.

Noticing your stubborn hesitance, he sighs lowly as he takes his lips from yours, issuing a shockingly pleasant kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” he says, hand landing on your jaw to steer your gaze directly into his. For the first time tonight, you feel like you see the faintest glimpse of him. The real him, the one you loved and laughed and cried with. He’s sincere. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise. Unless… you’re into that?”

Your hand sails through the air automatically, an ingrained, pre-programmed response to his naughty suggestion. Only it doesn’t quite reach its target, for Denki’s strong grip keeps your wrist from moving any further. With a click of the tongue and a curt, unamused glance, he shoves your wrist back, pinning it against the cold mirror behind you. His other arm wraps tight around your waist, your bodies flush against each other.

“Bad girl. You gonna make me hold you down the whole time? That’s no fun,” he admonishes in your ear, hand scooping your ass through your dress and pressing you up against him. His erection digs into your thigh, hot and hard against your shivering skin, even through his jeans. “C’mon baby, m’gonna make you feel so good.”

You had sobered up at the sight of him, but now a new kind of intoxication sweeps through you, knocking you off your metaphorical feet and throwing you into the deep end of a sticky, ambrosial pool of desire. There’s no way you can say that you’d never thought of Denki ravaging you— you’d thought plenty about it, actually— but you’d never pictured it going quite like this. Even so, you can’t deny that his new look looks especially good in him, and as he’d previously pointed out, your body was more than happy to entertain him.

So you give in.

You only tilt your head back the slightest bit, and Denki’s already descending down onto you, starving tongue greedily slithering down your front. A hand tugs down the front of your dress, his lips wandering over the tops of your tits in your bra. Teeth dragging the silky material down, he groans as your bare chest is exposed, nuzzling a cheek against you as he begins to suck and nip at your flesh. The cool metal of his piercing beside the wet heat of his tongue washing over your nipples makes you moan, your free hand slapping over your mouth in mortification. But Denki only moans back, the lustful noise making your cunt twitch, longing for his attention.

Eager to please, he lets go of your wrist, maneuvering you in his hands so he can easily slide your thong to the side. His thumb dips into your entrance, gathering your abundant slick before it floats north, circling your pulsing clit. He swears against your tits, tongue still tracing your areola diligently as a fingertip begins to prod at your drooling hole. You can’t help but whine aloud, your head knocking back and your spine bending to press yourself into his caress. It’s wrong to be into this, you know this, and yet his tongue, his touch, his kiss— it overpowers all logic, your brain turning a blind eye as your body eats up every ounce of attention he offers.

You’re rewarded for your behavior when a slender finger slides into you, then another. The two digits begin to pump into you, curling as they disappear into your pussy, brushing deep inside of you. Denki trails his mouth back to yours, tongues tangling in a furious mess. Your fingers card through his inky locks, nails scraping his scalp as you grapple onto him. Your legs fold around his waist, hips rolling as he fucks his fingers into you tirelessly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” he groans, marigold eyes fixed on his digits slipping in and out of your dripping cunt. He sucks in a quick breath when your fingers find his belt, unfastening it and ripping down his fly. “Impatient?” he teases as you undo his pants, the dark denim falling along with his boxers.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, standing tall and proud as it pops out of its confines. There’s a thatch of blonde hair at the base of him, the very tip glistening with a swollen bead of pre. Hesitation long gone, you bring a hand to your mouth, allowing the thick saliva from the back of your throat to pool in your palm before you guide it back to him. Denki moans as your wet hand wraps around his throbbing length, squeezing just tight enough to feel how hard he really is. Slowly, you jerk him off, both your mouths parted as you pant, eyes boring into each other. His fingers thrust in turn with your fist, the squelching sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

It feels like your body is on fire, every movement of his hand stoking the flames, and you can only watch, helpless, as the inferno grows larger and livelier. There’s a small pressure forming in your stomach, your slick pouring out around him. You can’t contain your moans any longer, your arm curling around his neck to draw him close before your teeth take the skin of his neck hostage. Your noises of pleasure are hushed as they fall onto his throat, your lipstick smearing on the pale expanse of it.

Denki’s hips begin to move in accord with your hand, movements free and effortless as they greet your slippery fist. His cock is hot and swollen on your palm, veins bulging and rubbing against you. It’s only a matter of time before he’s had enough teasing, taking his fingers from you and swatting away your hand. He pants as he lines up the head of his cock with your glistening cunt, breath uneven. And then he’s pushing into you, stretching your silky walls wonderfully, burying himself inside you to the hilt.

You cry out when his hips bump yours, struggling to keep your half-lidded eyes open. Cheeks feeling hotter than ever, you wrap your other arm around his neck, pussy fluttering around his big cock as you adjust to his size. Surprisingly, Denki starts off slow, gently rocking his hips into yours. He sighs as his lips find yours again, the cold jewelry from his piercings foreign but welcome against your heated skin. He distracts you with his tongue as it slides between your lips, reaching out to greet yours. His fingers knead at your tits, your nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger. The tingling sensations fluster you as his thrusts start to become deeper, harder— each one gracing your sensitive walls with a rub of his thick veins. His tempo begins to hasten, cock pushing into your scorching, dripping heat just as quick as it retreats. The pair of you are moaning, gasping for breath, too lost in each others’ bodies to bother with worrying about being caught.

“Does that feel good? You like it when I stuff you with my cock, sunshine?” Denki purrs, tugging at your nipple between his fingers. His teeth ghost over your bottom lip, hips slapping loudly against yours as he continues his attack on your cunt. He groans loudly when your walls tremble around him, clenching down as he finds a new angle that allows him better access to your most intimate spots. “Fuck, your pussy fits me so perfectly, so wet and tight… Made just for me.”

Even though his sentiment should be concerning, you find yourself more turned on than ever, your submission leaking out and mixing with the lust surging through your body to create a cocktail of desire stronger than anything you’ve ever felt. Unadulterated moans float out of your parted lips, raw pleasure shooting into you as the head of his cock pounds into your g-spot. Your shaking legs spread on their own volition, welcoming him inside as deep as possible. Gasping his name, your hands slip underneath the hem of his shirt, exploring his warm skin and the taut muscles hidden below. “D-Denki! Oh, fuck!”

Denki growls beside your ear, the sound primal and heated. His pace continues, relentless, as he lets his hands fall from your tits, opting to clutch onto a thigh and hold you open for him instead. “You dunno how long— oh, fuck yes— nngh, you dunno how long I’ve been dreaming about this, Y/N. Y-You, moaning my name like the filthy little slut you are. My slut, my girl… My sunshine— shit!”

You whimper as he pulls out of you abruptly, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your thigh. His wet cock jerks against your pussy, which twitches in response, as if calling out for him and begging for his return. You pull at his hips, desperate for him to be inside of you again, wanting— no, needing for him to stretch you full.

He catches his breath pretty quick, letting out a low chuckle at your impatience. “Got a little too close there… this pussy is even better than I thought it’d be,” he explains, gathering you in his arms and placing you on your feet. He turns you around, pushing your back so you lay nearly flat, bent over the counter. Cock gliding against your slick folds, he evens his breathing as his thumbs pull your cunt apart, golden eyes settling on your twitching hole. Playful as always, he rubs the tip of his length over your entrance, not quite pushing hard enough to actually penetrate you. You watch him in the mirror before you, seemingly entranced in his own show.

“D-Denki,” you swallow your pride, restless to be stimulated again. At the sound of his name leaving your wanton lips, his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the reflection, filled with curiosity and mischief. “Please, put it back in… I… I need you, Denki.” You whisper the words, and it’s honestly a miracle that he hears your plea, for the club music still pounds through the thin door. The embarrassment is overwhelming, forcing you to close your eyes. You can’t bear to meet his gaze, shame coursing through you. Here you are, being ravaged by your ex-best friend, now turned villain, in a nightclub bathroom… begging for his cock, like a whore.

The feeling of his length pressing into your dripping heat shakes you from your shameful thoughts, eyes flying open to meet his caramel gaze again. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” Denki coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, “I need you, too.”

You can’t fathom any response, his thick length filling you to the brim as his hips jostle yours, completely inside. The stretch is superb with this new angle, the veins on his cock so deliciously stimulating your snug, velvet walls. He draws back, only to snap forward quickly, your legs quivering at the bliss that emanates from the wonderful stretch he provides. His words have a sinfully pleasurable effect on you, a shiver spreading over your form, and your spine bending, ass pressing into him even more.

Denki hums as he begins to hasten the tempo, soft smacks filling the stuffy air inside the room. His cock glides into you easily, lubricated by your copious arousal as you pulse around him. Your ass jiggles as he begins to swing his hips harder, drilling into your slobbering cunt with renewed passion. Rough hands clutch onto either of your arms, holding his own arms straight as he uses the new grip on you to further his momentum.

Stars dance before your eyes, his cock hammering into your most sensitive area. The position he has you in provides just the right angle for him to assault your g-spot, your jaw unhinging as a string of high-pitched moans tumbles from your throat. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, rolling down your face and spattering against the dirty mirror as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. You try to form the words to warn him you’re about to cum, but you can’t think, let alone speak.

But it seems he doesn’t need your warning, for Denki analyzes your lewd expression in the reflection, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Go on, do it. C’mon sunshine, you can do it. Cum for me, fuck, cum with my cock stretching out your sloppy little hole,” he orders, still slamming into you ruthlessly. “I wanna hear you when you cum, lemme hear that pretty voice of yours— scream for me.”

You hate that his filthy words have such power, but that doesn’t deter your cunt from wringing snug around him, the coil in your stomach compressing tighter and tighter until your vision turns white and your body goes rigid. Waves of euphoria crash over you, sucking you into the sea of pleasure. Your lungs burn as you scream out, pure ecstasy zipping through your every limb. Denki has to stop thrusting, his grip digging into your skin as he struggles to keep his own orgasm at bay. Your pussy constricting around him has him losing his breath, teeth descending onto his bottom lip as he tries not to cum.

Finally your cunt stops seizing, your body relaxing onto the countertop. Your mind is totally hazed, filled with an electrifying fog of post-orgasm bliss. But Denki’s quick to snap you out of it, picking up right where he left off and sending his cock surging into your tender heat. Once again you’re thrown into the vicious throes of pleasure, his cock the only thing you’re able to focus on as it drives into your slippery, gummy walls with ease.

His hands flying to latch onto your waist, he holds onto you tightly as his eyes find yours in the mirror, his orbs meeting your barely-open ones. That same spring is gaining pressure in his own stomach, the moans slipping out of him as good an indicator as any that he’s getting close. Fisting your hair, he pulls you upright, his slender fingers slipping from your tresses to lace around your throat. “Mmmm, m’close baby,” he pants, his hot breath fanning against your ear.

He begins to kiss at your jaw, littering it in affectionate nips and licks. Moving one of your legs so your knee rests on the counter, he pistons into you, hand wandering down to press against your stomach, the tips of his fingers just reaching your clit. Your body stiffens at the sudden stimulation, the bundle of nerves having been forgotten since his cock speared into you. Yet he rubs at it attentively now, fingers dipping down to where his cock draws in and out of you to gather excess slick before he continues.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Denki grunts, his fingers tightening slightly around your neck. You can still breathe, but the feeling of his hand flush against your throat sends heat to your core, your pussy clutching onto his cock in desperation. “Gonna paint the inside of this sweet little cunt white… fill you up with my cum, nice and full.”

Icy fear trickles into your veins at the premise of him unloading into you, nothing to stop his seed from fertilizing you. “N-Not inside, Denki,” you beg hoarsely, your voice meek and mild, still recovering from your screams. But he doesn’t seem to hear you, or at least, he doesn’t acknowledge you— only continuing his ministrations on your clit and the vicious onslaught of his cock sheathing inside of you. “Please,” you whimper, your arms reaching behind your head to touch him, one hand landing in his silky hair and the other on his shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s right. Beg for my cum… Mmm, love it when you say my name like that, sunshine,” he moans, too wrapped up in his own pleasure to heed your words. Or perhaps he chooses to ignore them, his pace morphing into ragged, unmeasured thrusts, and his hips jerking as he loses himself in your tight, wet heat. “Take it, Y/N— every last fucking drop’s for you,” he whispers in your ear, eyes closed and lashes fluttering on your jaw. He groans as his orgasm tears into him, electricity from his quirk bursting through his body. The energy flows into you, shockwaves seizing over your body as the lightning rolls off of him. Somehow, even though he’s howling out in his own ecstasy, he manages to direct the electric current to the fingers that toy with your clit, sending another orgasm hurtling toward you like a bus with no brakes on the freeway. The static zips through you, quivering your bones and making your body melt like ice cream on a hot summer day. Your cunt milks his cock well, your climax making your walls contract and clamp around him. Searing ropes of his sticky seed land deep inside of you, his cock gushing and emptying his load into your tender heat.

Once the overwhelming pleasure has subsided, your body falls slack in his arms, slightly twitching in recoil from the surge of electricity. Denki coos at you as he catches his own breath, nuzzling into your neck and littering your skin with kisses. He whispers sweet nothings to you as you come back to reality, still subdued from the all-consuming ecstasy that had taken hold of you entirely just moments ago. Slowly he slips out of you, careful to slide your panties back in place to catch his load as it starts to leak out of your aching hole. Moving your leg off the countertop, he turns you around, smiling happily as he fixes your smudged makeup and frazzled hair. Your body is too weak to try to fight him, so you let him hold you against his lithe form as he fixes your dress, covering your ravaged body as best as he can. He takes a moment to rub off the lipstick stains from his skin, buckling his belt before those marigold eyes find yours once again.

“Finally, you’re mine,” he muses, yellow eyes glinting at you under the harsh, fluorescent lighting of the dirty bathroom. He tilts his head as he cups your chin, angling you to look into his intoxicating gaze. “Oh sunshine… what fun we’ll have together.”

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yayyy my first denki fic :D also my first time writing villain/yandere stuff too... so please be sure to lemme know if you enjoyed!

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srbachchan · 3 years

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DAY 4841

Jalsa, Mumbai May 30/31, 2021 Sun/Mon 12:02 am

Birthday - EF - Nadou Youssef .. Rina Rajpal .. Monday, May 31 .. our wishes and birthday greetings to you and the hope for all to be well and safe in these trying times .. love from the Ef ..

.. the Ef did put this up on me at the T , I see , and be not free to be ..

Searching in the dark night , filled with illusions of a write , there is a need to spread open the words that come in verse and non verse about .. but the validity of its mean on this the sacred post , be inverse to the mind ..

So there is a wait .. there is a feel for the ‘elixir of life’ to exonerate that which does not appear and make space for that which does .. but the liquidity of its want is absent and in waste .. the pages fly past the repaired vision , the limited repaired vision, and the findings are immense and in the beauteous realm of a reality that adorns minds of the poet or poets that have been collectively bound together in what in ‘the times of yore’ were referred to as ‘books’ ..

And a sudden remembrance lightens past the writing to the title ‘Books’ .. the neighbour at 17, Clive Road, Allahabad beyond the ‘mahua’ trees, of our lawn, of a Bengali family and Shashi Mukherji the friend .. the ‘guava’ trees in orchard , the roman rings of gymnastic exercise in the premise .. and .. the title at the gate of the residence that faced on the main road .. ‘The Books’ .. inside the home .. a Library of some of the most desired and exclusive books ..

They never meant much to us then .. we were young .. its the 50′s .. and it was more on the games played by the orchards of the house .. a circle made in the middle of it .. a stick placed in the middle .. ‘hickory dickory dok ..’ and one of us the ‘den’ and on determined signal the rest to climb up the trees about and the ‘den’ to try and catch us or touch us by climbing a tree, while the others on other trees spread out in the orchard to try and pick up the stick or small branch placed in the circle and throw it away far, to get time to get back on the trees, while the ‘den’ had to go down fetch the stick thrown away place it back in the circle .. and get on to touching anyone of us on a tree ..

There was also ‘gend tadi’ .. one ‘den’ given a ball, the ‘gend’, and he had to hit another - ‘tadi’ - of an entire lot of say 10 friends playing within a limited area .. if the ball touched anyone one he - we had no she then with us - became his team and could pass the ‘gend’ to him to facilitate touching or hitting another player and how gradually the team increased in numbers until there was just one left and he became the ‘den’ for the next round ..

OR .. there was ‘7 tiles’ .. what is more commonly called ‘pitthu’ .. in these parts I think .. or wherever .. some called it ‘lagori’ .. its been played so often by us all that it never has had occasion to be explained ..

Now .. the generation plays ‘other’ games .. on the mobile or the lap or the comp or at game galleries .. the times they have changed .. some of the physicality of the past has been restricted to the chair or the sitting .. monitors in hand to guide the game and win or loose .. no need for friends about .. connect the NEt and pull up time wise friend in NYC and start a board game in competition and it works .. beat the computer to a game of chess or tennis or bowling .. it all happens ..

Oh dear started of with trying to find a reasonable poetic topic to write about .. in the finding of ot in relevant book and look where we landed up ..

BUT .. its the times of the age .. there is such a volcano of cyclonic information entering the cerebrum, all at once that the head has had enough .. it simply refuses to respond .. to the most common answers .. or is it that one is loosing the memory .. with age ..

Will happen .. but .. when .. or has it already begun .. never know ..

SO .. you devise means and methods to remember or remind .. little slips of the ‘post its’ stuck all over the table and the tops of vulnerable spots .. scribbling it down on the reMarkable .. reMarkable .. did you know of it .. amazing gadget which you can write on without the use of paper .. a computer type note book .. in style and form .. look it up it is really quite remarkable .. 🤣 ..

.. and while you discover .. I cower in the retired ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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hournites · 3 years

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I just thought of a weird, but funny Hournite/Stargirl fic idea/prompt: Yolanda misses out on a JSA mission thanks to her parents & when she see everyone the following day all of the JSA’s personalities have been inverted. Rick is really bubbly & dorky, Beth is bitter, angry, & goth-like, Courtney is sarcastic, mean, & very Queen B. Pat tells Yolanda that the Shade was trying to steal the Wizard’s wand & the ensuing chaos caused the sides of their personalities that the three of them usually never show to turn into their dominant traits. While Pat’s searching for a cure to this problem, Yolanda’s forced to watch dorky Rick swoon over an oblivious & bleak-minded Beth, all while Courtney makes fun of all of them while flipping through fashion magazines & complaining about her broken nails. So... yeah... Yolanda has her hands full lol. Love to hear your thoughts on this!

This got out of hand...

Invert

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While most days as a member of the Justice Society of America consisted of many fun surprises, there were some days Yolanda had no word to describe. Yolanda dropped her school bag at the table downstairs at the Pit Stop, then climbed upstairs. Taking in the scene unfolding in front of her, she realized today was one of those no word days.

Beth was curled up in the corner of the couch, legs drawn up to her chest with a book, wearing a scowl so jarring, Yolanda had to think back to the time she’s ever seen such an expression on Beth's face. Yeah, probably never. What’s weirder was the way Rick’s hanging over her shoulder, leaning against the couch and rambling about his car. He was in a regular t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to look like a muscle tank, biceps on full display. It was almost like he was showing off, trying to impress her. And it would impress Beth, Yolanda was pretty sure. But she wasn’t even looking at him.

“….Hi?”

Only then did Rick notice Yolanda. He brightened up with a wave. “Hi! You missed a lot.”

“I see that,” she answered slowly. “What exactly...did I miss?” And where’s Courtney? “Did something happen yesterday?”

Beth snorted. “You could say that.”

Yolanda frowned when Beth didn’t elaborate.

“The Shade got hold of the Wizard’s wand,” Rick explained, grimacing a little. “We think we got, uh, spelled? I can’t put my finger on what exactly. We’re just different. I feel different, I mean. Like, I think this might be the longest sentence I’ve said to you? And I’m not even done. It’s not bad, it’s just weird. I’ve been trying to convince Beth to go outside with me for the last half hour.” He shook her shoulder. “C’mon, Beth. Please?”

“I’m reading,” she groused.

“You can read in my car and we can go for a drive? I’ll take you out!”

“Yeah…” Beth considered his words. She looked up at him, and Yolanda took a step back. She was wearing thick black eyeliner and her book had covered her matching dark lipstick. “Maybe later?”

“Yes!” Rick cheered, pumping his fist. “It’s a date! Great, I’m excited!”

“Wow...Beth...That’s quite the makeover…”

Beth shrugged. “Yeah. It’s new. I like it.”

“She looks great, doesn’t she?” Rick gushed. He sat at the other end of the couch. “So do you want to go to dinner on our date?”

Yolanda turned around so Rick won’t see her reaction to his desperate crush. The second-hand embarrassment was getting to her, if Rick was his regular self he wouldn’t be nearly this obvious. She’d always known Rick sort of liked Beth, but she’d never seen him so vocal about it. Rick was the type to bury his feelings, even romantic ones, until they explode. Not actively pursue them.

She climbed back downstairs and ran into Courtney. “...What did I just watch?”

Courtney’s hair was straightened and styled up in a high ponytail.

Great, Yolanda thought. More random makeovers.

In all honesty, Courtney looked absolutely beautiful, but any appreciation Yolanda could find in herself to compliment her vanished when she got a good look at the meanness on her face.

Courtney snapped pink gum obnoxiously with a hand on the waist of her sweats. “Are you talking about Rick and Beth?” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s pathetic. I’ve been avoiding them.”

Yolanda narrowed her eyes. It was not like Courtney to insult their friends. “I was going to say weird...Rick isn’t pathetic.”

“If you say so. Well, you know what is pathetic? The fact you let your parents make you stay at home. We needed you last night and now everything’s messed up because you had to be a goody two-shoes.”

“Don’t talk to me that way, Court.” Yolanda pushed her aside. “You know it’s not easy. If I disobey them they’ll only hate me more. I love my mom, Court. I don’t want her to alienate me.”

Courtney shook her head. “I don’t really care. Hearing you complain about your mom and dad gets annoying. They suck. We get it. Get over it?”

Yolanda blinked back tears. “You don’t understand what it’s like!”

“Oh my god, are you actually crying?”

The hurt in her chest squeezed. Yolanda almost couldn’t breathe. Courtney had always been understanding to her, she’d let her vent and express her emotions, she was a compassionate person, it’s what she’d loved about her best friend so much. But her personality and behaviour resembled nothing like the Courtney Yolanda cared for. “Screw you, Court!”

She sped out of there, wiping at her eyes with the back of her palm.

“Yolanda!” Someone called after her, but she didn’t want to be here anymore. She understood her friends were under the influence of some magic, but she couldn’t stomach the way everything had flipped upside down. “Yolanda! Wait!”

She slowed her pace and turned around when she saw Pat jogging down the sidewalk with her forgotten bag. “You forgot this.”

“They all changed, Pat! Especially Courtney.”

Pat sighed. “I know. I was going to find you but Zeek called and got me all wrapped up in some nonsense, I wasn’t able to warn you on time.”

“So it’s true? They’re spelled?”

“Evidently. The good news is, Mike and Jakeem apprehended the wand back early this morning. We just don’t know how to use it.” He leaned in and gave her a half hug. “Why don’t you head on over to our house? Barb’s also been taking this whole mess pretty badly. We can figure out next steps this afternoon.”

Yolanda nodded, she couldn’t imagine what Courtney’s mom must’ve felt to see her daughter lack any empathy. She took her bag and started to make her trek to the Whitmore-Dugans.

They had to get to the bottom of this, she knew that. But witnessing the inversion of her friends accumulated a dark cloud over her head the longer she thought about it.

What if she was there during the mission last night? Yolanda couldn’t help but wonder what life would feel like unburdened.

What if I didn't care about what others thought about me? What if I didn't feel so cautious and careful about what I do or what I say? Or trusted everyone I met with ease again?

What if I had the chance to feel free?

#JSA #stargirl #hn fic #starcat #hournite #yolanda montez #ask #hournites fic #personality swap #idk is this angst?#courtney whitmore #rick x beth #courtney x yolanda

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Castlevania Spoilers Ahead

its tagged, its below a cut, don’t say I didn’t warn you!

So I may be one of 3 people in the whole world who hates the final season of netflix’s Castlevania adaptation. I know I know, you’re going to have a pogrom. I heard about it in the market square this morning. But see, here’s the thing. What makes me angry is that there is so much to love about this show and I really don’t feel like it stuck the landing.

I’ll probably make a series of these posts, but I wanted to address the narrative things that were set up beautifully, only to stumble and fall on their faces in the finale.

Today, we’re talking about Hector, Lenore, and briefly about the rest of Styria’s council.

Hector and Lenore are by far the most interesting characters to me in the whole series. Let’s start with how Hector is written in S2 and S3 of the show, because it provides a ton of context for where I really want to take this conversation. Hector is a brilliant man, whose views are all about natural structure and conservation. Think of him as the shows Department of Natural Resources. He likens vampires first to wolves, then to cats. He seems to see humanity as an ecological problem, believing they need to be culled. He dehumanizes everyone, human and vampire alike, throughout the course of S2. You could argue this makes him naive or ignorant, but there are plenty of brilliant people out there who see the world through lenses far more baffling than Hector. He doesn’t believe he was treated as a human, believing himself (probably rightly) an outcast. He hasn’t had much time to observe a functioning society, but he has had plenty of time to study the natural world that borders human civilization. It seems entirely in keeping with his characterization to frame people as animals in his quest to understand them.’

Cut to S3 and suddenly the tables have been turned. Lenore’s use of ‘good boy’ and ‘walkies’ can be seen as overtly sexual but its also very obviously Hector’s comeuppance. After a season of likening the Vampires to animals, he himself is characterized as a puppy. Lenore also introduces him to vampire philosophy and more broadly speaking culture. She may be treating him like a dog, but its one of the first times adult Hector gets to observe a society, not just a foodchain. Despite being a well learned magician, he has much to learn about diplomacy and etiquette.

And this is the meat of it. Hector and Lenore are the perfect inversion of Lisa and Dracula. This is why they are the most interesting people in the series. Lisa searches for Vlad Tepes in the hopes he might teach her. Hector is dragged to Lenore’s castle and kept in chains. Vlad greets Lisa with suspicion, but is won over by her bravery and determination. Lenore, on the other hand, greets Hector with gifts before beating him - cowing him for his bravado. Vlad teaches a human woman how to heal humans, Lenore teaches Hector about the sciences, but mostly about how commerce and luxury items are traded. Lenore takes Hector as a boy-toy, a dalliance, or gigolo. Vlad takes Lisa as his wife, and fathers a child by her. Lenore keeps Hector caged, while Lisa insists Dracula travel the world. Lisa dies a horrible death at the hands of the Church, where Isaac spares Lenore at Hector’s insistence. Dracula schemes to kill all the humans, while Styria’s scheme is to bleed the humans as livestock. And at the end, Vlad and Lisa return from the grave and inexplicably decide not to tell Alucard. Lenore walks into the sunlight, into a new dawn and dies leaving me heartbroken beyond repair. The perfect inversion of story-line/arc. But it didn’t have to end this way!

So here’s the crux of what bothers me about Lenore/Hector vs Lisa/Dracula. Setting aside the mechanism behind Lisa and Vlad returning (hooo-boy that will be the next post I think....) you wouldn’t need to kill Lenore at the end if you didn’t inexplicably bring Lisa and Drac back to life! But why shouldn’t we kill Lenore? Surely the writers didn’t just bring Dracula back on a whim, so to complete the inversion Lenore was always intended to die, no? This is what I have a problem with. You take one of the strong female characters, one who critiqued two of the big-bad-villains of the series in a meaningful way. She articulates for the audience why Dracula’s plan was evil. Then explains for us why Carmilla has gone too far. This is the womanyou kill off? You kill off a character with wit, with self-awareness. You kill off a character who for all her flaws is known for showing kindness, whose very introduction involves making a splint for a spider! An act so ludicrous and caring that her friends ridicule her for it. You take this woman, whose goal is to secure a future for herself and the women she has come to cherish. You write this brilliant character, a hypocrite just human enough to be our lens into the show and who despite her own machinations has one of the clearest concepts of morality in the whole show, and you kill her off because Dracula must live? This is Castlevania for godssake, isn’t the whole point that Dracula dies? She could have been the greatest anti-villain I’ve ever seen, and she chooses suicide before her lover’s eyes? I’ll give you its a gut punch, but it’s one I could definitely have done without.

Because Lenore condemns thirst that harms the greater community. She understands the value of diplomacy, of stability, of peace. She’s hedonistic, but less hedonistic than Carmilla. She shows a great deal of strength in S3, but she shows a strength of character in S4. And then she dies, because Dracula must live. Honestly, she is my Alucard/Anti-Dracula for the series. Adrian Tepes be damned. Lenore had no humanity left in the most literal sense, but she is the narrative foil to Dracula in a way the real Alucard could never be. She even had a reason not to turn her lover, which Dracula cannot say.

So I am salty. And perhaps more than any other reason, I am salty because at the very last moment, they chose to save Dracula over Lenore.

#Castlevania #netflix #Hector #Lenore #Vlad Dracula Tepes #Lisa Tepes #Styria #writing #meta #castlevania spoilers

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wip excerpt ft. ancano. i’ve been seeing some discussion about him lately so i went through my old college of winterhold questline manuscript to have a look at how i’d written him. with the winterhold rogues’ gallery (ancano, estormo, morokei, the caller, the jarl, etc) i did my best to strike a balance between sinister and ridiculous

the entire scene’s under the cut! i think it’s legible on its own so i figured i might as well throw it in

By the time his men shoved the clerk in, Ancano had eaten all the sandwiches. Just as well. He doubted his guest would have much of an appetite.

“Tea? I’ve never known an East Empireman to turn down a decent cup of tea,” he said in greeting, gesturing genially for the other man to sit. “Canis-root. Imported, I believe, from your own country.”

And worth more for that, he thought with quiet satisfaction, than a factor’s clerk similarly imported made in a year. They stared at each other across the table, both knowing this, both acknowledging that the other man knew it, too. Then the clerk, his eartips flushing with anger or with shame, scraped out his chair and sank into it.

Ancano smiled at him.

“My fellow justiciars have chided me for my undiscerning palate,” he said, raising the teapot to pour. “They insist that canis-root savors only of mud. Expensive mud. But they say much the same, of course, of any blend that was not shipped direct from Alinor.” He pushed a steaming cup, arranged neatly with saucer and spoon, across the table to his guest. “I suspect that in due time, having sampled the fruits of the wider world, their travels will enlighten their tastes. Do you take sugar?”

The clerk, his hands curling around the teacup, looked up at him. Oh, thought Ancano, hiding an amused smile in his cup, the man was angry—his face was calm and cold, but his eyes blazed red as kilns in the rising steam.

Ancano met his gaze with a cool smile. He let the silence stretch uncomfortably.

“I understand,” he said once the temperature of the room had dropped a few degrees, “that you still harbor a few scruples about speaking with me. You need say nothing at all, if doing so would transgress upon your better judgment. I imagine it would. I have long admired the prudence of Mephalites—yes, sera,” he said as the other man’s face changed, “I know your creed. When I learned that a Company man was coming to Winterhold, my superiors found it curious. And satisfying their curiosity is my vocation.”

He unlocked the drawer under the table and slid it open, rattling the teacups on their plates. Thumbing through folios and folders—mostly for show, as he remembered exactly where he’d filed the object of his search—he drew out at last a slim dossier. It was heavy for its size.

“Every scrap of intelligence that the Thalmor has on you,” he said, passing it across the table, “is in here.”

The clerk, staring at the little leather-bound book that held his life, looked for a moment as though he did not understand. Ancano, by now a seasoned chessman, enjoyed that look almost as much as he enjoyed what came next: the sick comprehension that spread across a man’s face as he realized that he was not a player, but a pawn on the board.

His guest, his eyes bright with fury and with fear, took the dossier. He scanned the first page.

“I offer you a gift,” said Ancano, watching the other man’s face. “The knowledge, corroborated now beyond a doubt, that you have been watched. That you are being watched. And that you will be watched. I congratulate you,” he added innocently, “on your daughter’s recent promotion to cohort-captain.”

The clerk’s head snapped up.

“Another gift,” said Ancano, and smiled. “The knowledge that, here on campus, in accordance with White-Gold decree—and, I hasten to add, with the full acknowledgment and cooperation of Winterhold’s administration—my bureau screens all incoming and outgoing mail. An unfortunate precaution—made unfortunately necessary, I’m afraid, by these troubled times.” He drew a crisply-folded letter from his coat, then offered it as one might an olive branch. “Here you are. There’s nothing sensitive in it.”

The clerk stared at the letter for a moment, then snatched it. His face was tight. The paper shivered in his hands as he turned it over, tracing with trembling fingers the near-imperceptible fault in the wax—Legion-red, cheap—where one of Ancano’s own clerks had broken the seal.

“Many of the scholars have taken to...complicating their correspondence with ciphers,” Ancano mused, giving no sign that he’d noticed the other man’s break in composure. “It gives my code-crackers something to do. I hope you realize, Sera Rano, that I offer you these gifts as a show of goodwill. How better to allay suspicion than with perfect transparency?” He stirred his drink with delicate politeness, clouding the contents of the cup. “I know that it is likely not in the nature of a man with secessionist sympathies—page six of your dossier, sera, if you’d like to follow along—to cooperate happily with the Dominion. But I hope that I may appeal to, if nothing else, your Mephalite prudence.” He sipped his tea, relishing the earthy, expensive sweetness of a canis brew well-steeped. “Or, perhaps, to your sensibilities as a father.”

The clerk looked up at him then. His face was pale as ash.

“The life of a legionary is dangerous,” said Ancano, leaning across the table like a cat eyeing a crow. He set down his cup—clink—on the saucer. “The Dominion has connections in the Legion. If you cast your lot wisely, I can arrange a posting for your daughter far, far from the...terrible waste of life unfolding here.”

The clerk’s face trembled a little.

“And, of course, it is occurring to you now,” said Ancano, “that if I am telling the truth—and I did indicate, didn’t I, my intent to be perfectly transparent—the inverse is also true.”

A terrible pause.

“Your child on the front lines,” said Ancano, smiling helpfully. “Alone.”

Check, he thought, watching the clerk’s face—like a dead thing curling stiff—settle into horrid stillness. The lines that creased it, hard and vulgar trophies of a hard and vulgar life, did not twitch. Even the letter in his hands stopped shaking.

“I will repeat for your benefit, Sera Rano, the question I asked you this morning,” said Ancano, unblinking, his voice very soft. “Why did that Psijic ask for you?”

The factor’s clerk stared at him. Then his face twisted, the rage in it uglier than anything a sculptor of grotesques could hope to carve. He stood, spat in Ancano’s teapot, and stalked out of the room.

Ancano, for the better part of a minute, sat very still.

“Muril,” he snapped when the blood had stopped roaring in his ears. “Muril!”

His attendant scurried in from the adjoining room, almost tripping over himself in his haste. “Justiciar?”

“Our Velothi cousins remain benighted as ever,” said Ancano, smiling with gritted teeth. “Pour this out.”

“Pour it—but, sir—”

Ancano took a deep breath.

* * *

“What did you do?” demanded Enthir, fascinated. “Ravila, I could hear the bastard shouting all the way from here, and his office is in the Archmage’s tower!”

The factor’s clerk, standing a little stupidly in the doorway, did not answer. He looked sick. His face was gaunt with terror. Enthir stared at him for a moment, then took him by the elbow and shepherded him, not ungently, into the warmth and noise of his workshop.

“Never mind,” he said gruffly, sweeping papers and paraphernalia off the closest stool. “Should I, uh, put on a pot of tea?”

#wip excerpts #he's lying about having connections in the legion. he wishes he had connections in the legion #ancano #oc tag #ravi

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neutron-stars-collision · 3 years

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 5 - A Question of Trust

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: First day in New York brings new challenges and fears. But one thing is certain, your relationship with Neil is changing.

Warnings: Minor cursing.

Author’s Notes: So this is sort of an unplanned early update because I loved what I wrote and had to share it with you. Hope you enjoy this quieter chapter before things kick off very soon...

Also this has been severely inspired by ‘A Question of Lust’ by Depeche Mode so I’ll post the link in another post!

Despite being severely jet-lagged, the next two days, you did not get much rest. You and Neil were thoroughly briefed by the TP on Saturday, and the plan seemed simple: arrive in New York; check into the hotel; research the target (a weapons dealer named Steiner); set up a meeting with Mr. Steiner; rehearse the cover; get intel; leave New York unscathed but with valuable information.

You have received a Glock (just in case), a burner phone with emergency contacts, and a dossier filled with the information about your cover. As far as you have managed to learn so far, you and Neil were supposed to pose as ‘partners in crime’ hoping to get your hands on the mysterious nuclear material. It did seem easy. But that did not help the stress you felt the closer you got to the departure.

Monday morning, you stepped onto the Amtrak train to New York Penn Station and followed Neil to the First-Class compartment. You had two seats with a large table and a window in a relatively quiet carriage. This time, sadly, you have not taken your notes with you and have been desperately looking for a distraction. Neither of you has mentioned the moment on the terrace, and you felt like it was a cause of mild tension. But instead of addressing it in any way, you decided to stare out of the window. After going through the same onboard magazine for the third time, you heard Neil clear his voice deliberately. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow:

“I’m bored” he shrugged and grinned at your eye roll “Want to talk?”

You searched his face for any signs of wicked intents. But he seemed genuinely interested.

“As long as you won’t make me drink again and embarrass myself” you turned towards him with a pointed look.

“I promise” he smiled and leaned onto the table separating your seats

“However I must correct you and say that you haven’t embarrassed yourself on the plane” when you glared at him with disbelief, he added “At all”

“If you say so”

His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you with fondness that made you want to turn away. But you held his gaze until he grinned and asked:

“Excited to go on your first mission?”

“If by excited you mean scared then yeah” he laughed, and you beamed back “Though I suppose if my first outing is with you I should consider myself lucky”

“Oh you’re certainly lucky in that regard” he winked, grinning smugly “I’ll keep you entertained”

The smirk and look in his eyes were far from innocent and you felt your face heat up at the sight. But you did not want to let him win easily.

“I’ve no doubts about that” you stared back defiantly.

Your staring contest finished when he smiled and reached out for your hands that were folded on the table. He squeezed them.

“We’ll manage just fine together, I’m sure. It’s a simple mission” he reassured you softly.

“Can’t say I’m convinced” you looked back sceptically and frowned “I’m a bit surprised you’re willing to go into the field with a rookie”

“TP said it has to be us” he shrugged and leaned back into his seat.

Your hands felt cold without his touch.

“You do trust him enough to do anything he says?” you asked with curiosity.

All that you have learned during the meeting with the Protagonist was still fresh on your mind. You struggled to understand how on earth you could be important to the story. But it was made quite clear that you would have to wait for any answers.

“Yes” Neil’s tone was quite serious “I’ve learnt from past mistakes that he really does know how things will go”

You haven’t missed the distant look of sadness in his eyes. You made a mental note to one day learn the story. He must have noticed your scrutiny as he schooled his features and added:

“And it’s better to listen to him. No matter how difficult it might be” he looked at you with a faint smile.

You did wonder if he thought about the moment on the terrace in that instant. But before you could dare ask, he closed the subject with a definite statement:

“I know for a fact that you’ll be much better than a random rookie” he grinned, and despite feeling conflicted, you smiled back.

Then he quickly changed the topic to New York itself, and you rather enjoyed talking to him about your travels and experiences with other cities. While you were still stressed, when you arrived at Penn Station, you were much less tense. The conversation has distracted you enough to forget about the worries. You wondered if that was why Neil wanted to talk in the first place.

*** You took a taxi to the hotel, which was situated far off from the main city centre. It was a comfortable and stylish four-star establishment with a booking system that did not mind fake identities. Your rooms were on the sixth floor and were joined by a set of locked doors, as you were informed by the receptionist (with a wink). You were not sure what to do with this information but, as usual, Neil’s charm saved you.

“Thank you, miss” he smiled at the clerk and snatched your keys from the counter “It’s good to know” he smirked and walked away.

You followed him to the lift, where you could finally ask:

“What was that about?”

“I suppose she thought that we’re not here for…” he took a moment to think about the right word “Strictly business reasons” he enunciated every syllable “But rather for fun while keeping up the appearances”

Your eyes widened at the implication.

“Right” you didn’t dare think why she got that impression.

Neil chuckled as he led you to the rooms, pausing to hand you the key. Only once you saw him open the door to his room you sobered up:

“Wait, what do we do now?”

“Come to my room once you’re ready. I won’t lock the door” he winked and disappeared into his room.

You stared at the closing door before shaking your head and entering your own room.

He can be impossible sometimes, you thought with fondness and disbelief.

The room was quite big, with a queen-sized bed, a sofa with a coffee table, and a large bathroom. The view came out onto the maze of skyscrapers that you associated with New York. The barely visible sky was grey and threatening with rain. You decided to quickly shower, change into more comfortable clothes, and fix your make-up. All that took twenty minutes and you were quite proud of yourself. You opened the door leading to Neil’s room and hesitated at the second set. Trying the handle you found it unlocked and tentatively came in.

“Finally” he gave out a theatrical sigh from his place on the sofa.

He changed into yet another shirt and dress trousers. You did sometimes wonder how many sets of those he had.

The next thing you noticed was that while you were getting ready Neil has ordered quite a big selection of food from the room service. It has taken the whole space on the coffee table, along with water and teapot.

“Wow” you grinned at the sight, feeling your stomach rumble.

“Thought we might need it” he shrugged and motioned for you to join him on the sofa.

“I know I did” you quickly dove for the toasties before he could snatch them.

He laughed at your enthusiasm for food, but you could not care less at the moment. You felt his fond gaze for a little longer before he too started the feast. After you ate, Neil cleared the table and spread out the dossier along with any files you received.

“So…” you both looked down at the mess of papers and photos “Today we need to get to that bar” you squinted at the name “Benny’s and set up a meeting with Steiner?” you looked up at Neil for clarification.

“Yeah, that’s it” he nodded and picked up one of the documents “We’re a pair of weapon dealers who want to know a bit more about that mysterious piece of plutonium” he explained.

“That’s a manageable cover” you mused while trying to memorise your new identity.

“Well, I was hoping they’d make us fake married or something” Neil retorted innocently, and you glared at him sharply.

“What? Wouldn’t you want to be married to me?” the wounded look on his face made you laugh.

“Sounds horrible” you swatted his arm playfully and reached for another document.

But before you got that far, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You met his soft gaze and smiled back, admiring the sparks in his blue eyes. After a beat, he let go of your hand.

“I think we’d be a perfect match” he sent you one last smug smile and got up “We should get going if we want to catch Raul and establish contact” he added.

A perfect match? You observed as Neil put on the tie and suit jacket and considered his words with curiosity. You did like him, there was no denying that. And you felt like he enjoyed your company too. But before you could dwell on it too long, you felt his intense gaze. Caught in the act of staring, you felt yourself blush. But he only grinned and offered you a hand to get up from the sofa.

“C’mon, we need to get going” he ushered you towards your room.

Right, first mission. You took a deep breath and started to get ready. The time has come.

*** The first part of the plan went without any major fuck-ups. You and Neil met Raul at the bar, and he gave you all the information you could need about Steiner. It was clear that you both had to learn your roles perfectly as he tended to be suspicious. After that Neil went away to set up the meeting with the weapons dealer for tomorrow’s evening. All you could do was entertain Raul with random stories from your training which proved rather easy.

Once Neil came back, you both decided to go back to the hotel to get much-needed rest and prepare. The fact that so far everything seemed to go along the plan, made you feel a tiny bit more confident. But nerves were still there, and you could barely contain them when you made it back to the hotel. You lied to Neil that you were tired and shut the door before you could even look at him again.

But after showering, changing into sleeping clothes, and having a cup of herbal tea, nothing got better. You tried lying down in the darkened room only to quickly get up with a pain in your chest and shallow breath. After sitting in the dark and trying to calm down your racing thoughts for close to an hour, you gave up. You put on a cardigan and looked at the door leading to Neil’s room. It was past 1 AM but you had the feeling he was not sleeping. You knew there was no way you were able to rest now. Oh, why the hell…

You tried the handle of the connecting doors and found it unlocked. Of course.

Neil’s room was covered in darkness, save for a bedside table lamp casting a warm glow. You were struck by how neat everything looked, with his suitcase in one corner and clothes folded on the chair. Only the bed was in disarray with papers thrown on it and Neil himself sat in the middle. He glanced up as you came in, surprised:

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I tried but…” you shrugged helplessly “Just couldn’t get my brain to shut up”

The worry in his gaze made you freeze. He was sat on the bed with ruffled hair and a wrinkled shirt. He was probably very tired. And you were weak and overreacting again. Suddenly you realised what a mistake it was to come here:

“Sorry, I shouldn’t… I’ll go now” you blurted and started to turn away.

You heard the rush of papers falling onto the floor and then Neil’s voice.

“No, stay” he sounded concerned.

Slowly you turned around to face him again, trying to put on a brave face. It was pointless though because he saw right through you. He got up from the bed, scattering all the documents onto the floor. Seeing you hesitate, he crossed the distance and took your hand in his, guiding you towards the bed. That only increased your panic.

“What are you doing?” you tried not to step on all the papers “Don’t we need those?”

He looked down at the pile with a surprised look, almost as though he forgot about them. Then he quickly made up his mind and looked up at you with determination.

“We do. But more so I need you to calm down so get in” he gestured towards the bed.

Your mind was blank. There was so much that could go wrong. But he noticed your uncertainty and unceremoniously pushed you onto the bed. You stared in shock before recovering enough to retort:

“You know I’m pretty sure there are better ways to make a lady sleep with you” You heard him laugh as he collected the pages.

“Certainly” finally he got up and dumped the pile onto the coffee table “But it worked” he shrugged.

Neil watched as you clumsily shifted to sit up with your back against the headboard and then joined you. After a few minutes of awkward silence, you asked:

“Sure you don’t want me to leave so you can go back to work?”

You felt extremely self-conscious in your sleeping clothes, with uncombed hair and tear-streaked cheeks. Neil’s intense gaze did not help it either but before you could even think about getting up, he replied:

“Perfectly sure” he smiled at you softly “Now tell me what’s wrong”

You sighed and let yourself relax slightly, leaning on the pillows. Staring straight ahead at the wall, you explained:

“I felt very anxious and hoped that maybe the shower and tea will help. Nothing changed so I tried to go to sleep but… my chest started aching and I couldn’t breathe” you finished while feeling the tears well up at the recollection.

You felt the bed shift as Neil moved closer and took one of your hands. You watched with curiosity as he traced the lines of your veins to the pulse point on the wrist and held his pointer finger there, checking your heart rate. You felt a nervous flutter at the gentle way he cradled your hand. You were pretty positive he will detect a pulse of 100bmp. After thirty seconds of intense focus, Neil released his hold on your hand and smiled:

“Apart from a very fast heart rate, you’ll be fine” he winked, and you looked down flustered.

But you were not allowed to get lost in shame for too long as he scooted even closer, leaving no space between you, and gingerly placed his arm around your shoulders.

“Is this okay?” he asked, looking at you with genuine concern.

Your breath hitched at the closeness of him, but you quickly suppressed the feeling and nodded. After a few more tense breaths, you relaxed into the embrace, feeling him trace circles on your shoulder.

“What made you so scared?” his voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Think it’s just the idea of the first mission” you admitted “And ever since you and TP told me about the plan and the algorithm, I felt this tension rise and I guess it just hit the fan” sighing helplessly, you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I probably would have been more concerned if you took all this without questions”

“I guess I reacted that way because I never expected to be important… Definitely not in something of that scale” once you started talking the honesty did not seem to stop “I’ve spent so much time looking for my place in the world and now when I think I’ve found it, I’m not sure I’m good enough”

After your admission, you felt Neil’s embrace tighten. You propped your head on his shoulder, so it was resting in the crook of his neck again, enjoying the warmth and safety.

“You are more than good enough” when he finally spoke you were almost surprised “And I’m not only saying that because I believe in what TP says”

You looked up at Neil and met his earnest gaze.

“Since the day we met and I showed you how inversion works, I knew that you will be amazing at it” he smiled at you softly.

“Even though I nearly passed out in the training zone?”

“Yeah” he grinned at the memory fondly “I just had the feeling that you’re supposed to work with us, with me”

You would swear that his eyes briefly glanced at your lips. But as quickly as the thought entered your mind, he reached out to brush away a stray hair from your forehead and you lost the ability to think entirely. He tucked the strand with care and brushed your jawline with his thumb.

“TP was right, you know” he was looking at you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“About?”

“Me taking care of you” he smiled and admired your dazed expression. You could only stare, too overwhelmed with feelings to say anything. And you probably would have kept on staring if it was not for the extreme tiredness that begun to catch up. Before you could say anything, a wide yawn made you cover your face with your hands. The spell was broken.

“Think you’re tiny bit tired” Neil grinned at your sheepish expression.

“No shit” you mumbled and moved to get up, but he kept his grip steady.

“You can stay here” he answered your surprised glance.

You quickly considered the options, admitting that it was tempting. You felt safe with Neil and his presence definitely made you calmer. But it did feel like crossing some lines.

He was still looking at you with that hopeful eyes and that sealed the deal.

“Thanks… for everything” you smiled at him, hoping to convey even a quarter of what you felt through it.

“Always” he grinned back.

You both quietly shifted so that you were lying down with a small gap between you, both staring at the ceiling. After a few quiet moments, he turned off the bedside lamp and turned to face you.

“Good night” you heard him whisper and turned to look at him too.

“Sweet dreams, Neil” you replied while trying to make out his features in the darkness of the room.

“Oh I know they will be sweet” you could picture the sly grin.

And with that, he turned onto the other side. No longer than five minutes later you heard his breath level off and make way for quiet snores. You could not help but smile at the adorable sound. Maybe this night wasn’t so bad in the end.

*** You have not slept so soundly in days. When you woke up, the first thought that came to your mind was that you were being cuddled. An arm was thrown over your waist and you felt warm breath near your ear. Then as the morning fog slowly ascended, you remembered it all clearly. Neil. As though he was reading your mind, a second later you felt him stir and mumble:

“Morning sunshine” he sounded cheery.

Before you could react you felt him brush his lips over your temple. You froze, feeling the flutters in your stomach return with tripled force. Taking a deep breath to calm down you slowly squeezed the hand that was draped over your waist and sat up.

“Hi” you glanced at him only to be astounded by how unkempt and yet adorable he looked.

His hair was completely ruffled, with strands sticking out in every direction. And the shirt and trousers were crumpled to the point of needing starch treatment to ever be wearable again. And yet he still looked good. Especially with that boyish smile and sparkling eyes. One could suppose that you were not immune to him. At all.

“Do you always sleep in that?” you gestured towards his outfit, trying to divert your thoughts.

“No, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you last night” it was that shit-eating grin again “Did you sleep well?” he sat up now too but kept his distance.

“Very well” you admitted with a blush “But it’s late and we should probably prepare” you used the most sensible excuse to get up.

Before you could do that, Neil reached out and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers.

“Just don’t you dare feel sorry for this” you knew he was serious from the look in his eyes.

“I’ll try” you smiled slightly and used this chance to leave his room in haste.

While you did indeed try not to feel embarrassed about what happened, it was difficult. You were not used to people seeing you as vulnerable as you were last night. But at the same time, he did not seem to mind and that took you by surprise. His kindness and thoughtfulness were certainly not helping in trying to be more objective about him.

You managed to get changed and prepare yourself for the day relatively fast, considering what a mess your thoughts were. Once you were done you grabbed the needed documents from the coffee table and made beeline for Neil’s room without thinking too much. As usual, the door was unlocked.

The moment you stepped into his room you knew you have fucked up. He was there, just in front of where you entered, in a new pair of trousers and no shirt. Your eyes widened when you registered that last detail.

“Shit, sorry! I shouldn’t just come in…”

“No worries, darling” Neil drawled out the nickname expressively.

He looked at you with a grin, clearly enjoying it more than you were. It seemed as though he slowed down the process of putting on a new shirt just to tease you. It worked. You stared at his rather fit body and felt your cheeks grow warmer. He caught your wandering gaze with a wink and held it with an expression that was far from innocent. The knowing smirk told you that he was aware of what he was doing. But still, you held your ground, letting yourself openly look at his toned arms and chest. If he didn’t mind then there was no harm in looking, right?

Finally, he finished the process of buttoning up the shirt, while still keeping his gaze fixed on you. He assessed your expression with one last look and grinned:

“Let’s get to work, sunshine”

You wanted to punch him in that perfect jaw.

#tenet #Neil tenet #neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #neil tenet imagine #neil tenet fanfic #tenet fanfic #robert pattinson #the art of inversion

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26 Kisses - Upstead

Summary: Twenty-Six times Jay and Hailey kissed for the first time. (Ft. lots of characters finding them in compromising positions...)

Warnings: fluff, angst, several declarations of love…(it’s also like 10,000 words, sorry lol)

Requested: No

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A - Accident

Jay sat next to Hailey on a barstool at Molly’s, they were near the back with his brother and Kevin, who were engrossed in their own conversation. Every so often Hailey would laugh at something one of them said and completely capture Jay’s attention.

Hailey snuck glances at her partner as she sipped her beer, he looked more handsome than normal and Hailey was convinced that it was his carefree attitude. And the fact that he was in a situation to constantly harass his brother.

“Right Hailey?” Kevin asked from across the table, pulling her out of her trance.

Hailey’s head snapped from Jay to him, “Hmm?”

Kevin laughed, “I told Will that Jay never sits at his own desk, he’s always at yours. I was asking for confirmation.”

Hailey smirked as Will laughed, “Oh yeah, always.”

Jay rolled his eyes, leaning down to whisper something along the lines of “you like it” to Hailey, but at the exact same time, she turned her head to look at him, causing their lips to meet for just a moment. Both jumped back in surprise. Will and Kevin looked at each other and then at the pretty much couple, fighting the urge to burst out laughing.

Jay searched Hailey’s face for any look or regret, finding none, he leaned down and captured her lips with his. “Woah,” Kevin said, dragging out the middle while Will covered his mouth in surprise. Hailey wrapped her arms around his neck, completely forgetting that their friends were sitting right next to them.

When the two finally pulled away, Hailey blushed, seeing several peoples eyes on her. Jay hopped off his stool, pulling Hailey with him. “We’re getting out of here.” He said, throwing a twenty on the table.

Will smirked and waved at the pair, “Bye bye, baby brother.”

B - Bears

“Wooooooo!” Adam screamed, jumping out of his chair. The Bears had just scored another touchdown against the Saints and were ahead by 6. The whole unit was there, Intelligence had worked a case involving one of the owner’s families and had been given endzone tickets for the upcoming game.

That’s how Hailey ended up sandwiched between Jay and Vanessa in the second quarter of the game. Now, Hailey loved Chicago and their sports teams just as much as the next girl, but her partner was some sort of psycho. Everytime one of their players was holding the ball, Jay would look over at her, grinning wide. Inversely, if the referee was anywhere close to defending the other team, the strew of curse words was never ending.

Before she knew it, it was halftime and the screens were playing those corny Dr. Pepper commercials. Hailey pulled out her phone, checking her email and then scrolling through facebook. Suddenly there was a scream beside her and the crowd erupted, Hailey jumped out of her skin, looking at Vanessa. “What’s wrong.” Hailey was surprised to find her best friend grinning ear to ear.

“Look.” She said, gesturing to the jumbo-trons. Hailey raised to gaze to the massive screams and felt her heart stop. There was a giant heart around her and Jay, with the words Kiss Cam above it. The yelling around her got louder, meaning the rest of the unit was now aware of her predicament.

Jay cleared his throat beside her, smirking as she looked at him with wide eyes. He pointed to the screens, “Come on Hailey, the fans want it.”

“Jay-” Before she could say no, his lips were on hers. Hailey’s brain literally stopped working and all the screaming fans around them just faded away. Jay’s hand was resting on her cheek and she grabbed his shoulder to pull him closer. The hoots and hollers started and Hailey blushed, only then remembering that they were in an arena with a hundred thousand other people, including their unit…

Everyone around them was laughing, along with Jay whose eyes never left hers, “I think it’s safe to say that we all want to be invited to that wedding.” The announcer says and Jay smirks, ignoring all of the screaming around him and attaching his lips to Hailey’s again.

C - Coffee

Hailey rubbed her eyes as she leaned over the pot of black liquid, she was on her fifth, maybe sixth cup of the day and at this point she was wondering if it was even doing anything. She absentmindedly poured it into a large mug, not even bothering to add any cream or sugar, it was going to taste terrible either way. She turned around to head back to her desk, but instead she collided with a wall.

“Woah.” Just kidding, it was Jay. He jumped back as the mug hit the floor, the contents of it all over Jay’s shirt. The glass shattered and flew everywhere, causing tears to well up in Hailey’s eyes. She was exhausted and every time she moved she made more work for herself.

Hailey sniffled, “I’m so sorry Jay.” She said, grabbing a paper towel off the counter behind her, she pressed it to his stomach, attempting to ignore his rock hard abdomen under the thin material of the shirt.

Jay fought the urge to chuckle, as sweet as it was for Hailey to try and clean him up, he was drenched and her one paper towel was doing nothing. “Hailey, it’s fine.” He said smiling.

Hailey looked up at him and smiled, “Really?” She was a mess, she hadn’t slept for more for a few hours in days and it was getting to her. Her brain felt like absolute mush.

“Yeah, of course…” Jay said cautiously, eyeing his partner. She looked like a zombie, a beautiful zombie, but a zombie nonetheless. “Hailey, maybe you should go home.” He said, they were the only two left besides Voight, who had been locked in his office for hours.

“I can’t, I haven’t had time to do any paperwork in days.” She sighed, leaning against the counter. “I’m so behind.”

Jay took a step forward, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Leave your files on my desk and I will finish up your paperwork.”

Hailey felt her eyes well up again, “Jay, no, you hate paperwork.”

Jay just shrugged and gave her a small smile, “You need sleep Hailey, I’d have to redo it anyway.” Hailey rolled her eyes at his comment, of course Jay could make fun of her at any moment.

“Thank you.” Hailey said, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. At first, Jay was shocked, tensing under her touch, but eventually he relaxed, reveling in how it felt to have Hailey’s face buried in his neck. Hailey breathed in heavily, she didn’t want to move, but she knew if she didn’t there was a very high chance she would fall asleep right then and there.

Hailey pulled away, stopping to look up at him. Jay’s gaze dropped to her lips before finding her eyes again, he leaned end slowly, gently capturing her lips with his. It was slow and sweet and completely innocent, but it was perfect. Hailey pulled away, letting her eyes linger closed. She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks heat up. Jay reached out and brushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, “Call me when you get home, okay?”

Hailey nodded, walking towards the door. She turned to face him with a bright smile on her face. “Goodnight Jay.”

“Goodnight Hailey.”

D - Drunk

Hailey leaned against her kitchen counter, she was pretty gone and wasn’t stopping anytime soon. It had been a tough few days, the case involving way too many dead kids. She was so upset that when she got home she didn’t even bother to wait for Jay and the six pack he promised. She went straight for the whiskey.

The doorbell rang and Hailey shuffled to it, revealing a very sexy man on the other side. Hailey leaned against the door, smiling a lot more flirty than usual. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Jay said cautiously, he had never seen Hailey like this before, she was usually able to hold her liquor. He dropped the six pack on the counter and slipped onto one of the stools underneath the island. “You been drinking without me?”

Hailey smirked, bringing her hand up to show a tiny amount, “A little bit.”

“Sure,” Jay said, laughing.

Hailey sat on the stool next to him, her inhibitions nowhere to be found. All she could think about was the man standing in front of her, whose biceps were practically bursting out of his grey v-neck. Hailey reached out and traced the end of the sleeve, not noticing the goosebumps that appeared on his skin. “You should wear these more often.” Hailey said.

This time it was Jay’s turn to smirk, “Really?” He asked, “You like?” Hailey nodded confidently and Jay chuckled, “Good to know.”

Hailey sighed, setting her head on her hand on the counter. “I like you, Jay.” She said.

Jay sucked in a breath, staring at his very intoxicated partner. He couldn’t believe the words he was hearing. “I like you too, Hailey.” Hailey wasted no time launching herself into his arms, pressing her lips to his. Much to her dismay, Jay pulled away. He reached out and brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Not right now, Hailes. I want you to remember this.” Hailey nodded, sighing as he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Let’s get you to bed.”

E - Everyday

“Hailey!” Jay shouted, following his partner into the locker room.

Hailey spun around, glaring at her partner. “What?” She spit.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked.

Hailey laughed dryly. “What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?” Jay stood there dumbfounded and it only made Hailey more angry. Hailey’s jaw dropped, she couldn’t find the words to express how she felt. “Jay! You literally just jumped in front of a moving car!”

“You were the one standing in front of a moving car!” Jay yelled back.

Hailey huffed, “This isn’t about me!”

“This is all about you, I shoved you out of the way.” Jay snapped, “And you are the one making a big deal of it!”

“I never asked you to save me, Jay!” Hailey growled, running her hands through her hair. “You put yourself in harm's way everyday, do not put that on me!”

Jay scoffed, “You didn’t have to ask me, Hailey, I will always save you.” He said, rushing forward.

Hailey took a step forward, leaving very little space between them, “Well stop.”

“No.” Jay said, standing his ground. Hailey wants to be furious, she has to watch him be reckless with his own life everyday, but the thought that it was all for her was making her knees weak. Jay stared her down, his nostrils flaring. “I’m gonna kiss you.”

“Good.” That was all it took to send his lips crashing into hers, Jay’s arms wrapped around Hailey’s waist to keep her standing, the force of him knocking her off her balance. Hailey wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. She was going into overdrive, the feeling of his lips on hers was all consuming. Hailey leans back, catching her breath as Jay presses his forehead against hers. “I think we should do that again.”

“Oh definitely.”

F - Flannel

Their thing that works always works. That’s why it works. Each of them can wake up the next morning and be able to do their job, leaving the baggage in the trash with the bottle. But today, the thing that works was not working in Hailey’s favor.

Hailey woke up with a groan, immediately blinded by the light shining from the window.It was disorienting to say the least, she had blackout curtains in her bedroom, so there shouldn’t be light. It took her until she was sitting up to notice that she wasn’t in her bedroom, she was in a living room. And not just anyone’s living room, he was in Jay Halstead’s living room. She looked around, getting a grip on her surroundings when her eyes fell on a passed out Jay at the other end of the couch. She smiled to herself, he looked peaceful to say the least, mouth slightly open and his usual worried face was relaxed.

She picked her phone up off the table, almost dropping it when she saw the time. “No, no.” She said frantically, hitting Jay’s leg. “Jay get up, we’re late.” She ran around the small apartment gathering her things.

“What?” Jay asked, waking with a start.

Hailey turned to him, “It’s 7:30, we are so late.”

“Shit.” Jay said jumping up. He ran to his room throwing on new clothes and brushing his teeth. He tosses a flannel at Hailey when he enters the room, she gives him a look. “Hailey, you can’t show up late in yesterday’s clothes.”

Hailey nods at him, “Yeah, thanks,” before speed walking past him and into his bedroom to change. The button up shirt was way too big, but Hailey tucked in the bottom and rolled up the sleeves, hoping that it wouldn’t be too obvious that it was Jay’s.

Jay waited patiently by the door with two cups of coffee, but he almost dropped them when he saw her. Hailey always looked breathtaking, but even more so in his clothes. “Ready?” He asked, and with a silent nod the two bid goodbye and headed to the district in separate cars.

Twenty minutes later, Kim sat at her desk watching the clock. It was almost eight and Jay and Hailey were still MIA, which wasn’t normal for either of them. She was just about to call Jay when he came bounding up the stairs to the bullpen. He went straight for his desk. Not five minutes later, Hailey walked up the steps, giving Kim a kind smile as she walked by.

Kim returned it, obviously, but she couldn’t help but notice that Hailey’s shirt was way too big for her and that she had definitely seen it before...on a certain detective in their uit. A lightbulb went off in her brain and she had to hide her expression. Jay and Hailey were late together. It finally happened.

Kim jumped up, “Jay, can I borrow you for a second?”

“Yeah,” Jay replied, following her into an interrogation room. “What’s up?”

“Hailey Upton is wearing your shirt.” She said.

“Ki-”

“Finally! My God, what took you so long? We’ve been watching the two of you make puppy dog eyes at each other for years? I’m so happy for you guys, Jay you are so lucky, she is so into you.” Kim rushed out, a big smile on her face.

Jay stood there in shock, “Kim, nothing happened.”

Kim scoffed, “Sure.”

“No. Nothing happened, she fell asleep on my couch last night.” The smile on Kim’s face fell and she turned read.

“Shit.” She mumbled, “Forget all of this.”

Jay made his way back to his desk, but the only thing he could think about was Kim’s words. Could Hailey really be into him? After a whole day of not being able to focus, Jay followed Hailey into the locker room, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you have a different shirt?” He asked, as soon as they were out of sight.

Hailey turned slowly, “Um, I can ask Kim for one. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll give it back-”

“No. Shit. Hailes, I’m sorry.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “I just, I just haven’t been able to think straight all day.” Hailey felt her breath catch in her throat at his confession, he took a step forward, watching her closely. “You, in my shirt, my mind is mush.”

Hailey thought her mind was mush, Jay had never been so direct with her before and she had to admit, she liked it. “Jay-”

“Can I please, please kiss you?”

“You better.” That was all it took for Jay to pounce, Hailey’s back hitting the locker behind her as his mouth molded into hers. Her hands found his hair as he began to drag his lips across her jawline, finding the spot right behind her ear. Hailey fought the urge to moan, trying to remember that their teammates were just down the hall. Hailey grabbed his face and guided his lips back to hers, kissing him passionately.

They broke apart when they heard a shriek behind them, “Dammit Halstead, I knew you were full of shit!” Kim yelled, pointing at them, causing both of them to laugh. Kim backed away angrily before throwing a wink over her shoulder at Hailey. Hailey smirked, before attaching her lips to Jay’s once again.

G - Girl’s Night

Hailey sat on her couch with Vanessa and Kim, it had been a long week and the girls decided that they needed a night of wine and romcoms. They were two bottles deep and a movie and a half in, and as soon as the sad music starts, Hailey regrets choosing A Walk to Remember. 10 minutes ago she thought she needed a good cry and a break from happy endings, she changed her mind.

“What?” Vanessa screams, standing up. “No.” She chucks a piece of pizza at the screen as Hailey and Kim laugh, they forgot that Vanessa had never seen this movie. Vanessa collapses back down on the couch and looks to Hailey, eyes filled with tears. “She has cancer?”

Hailey frowns, wiping tears of her own, “Aww sweetie, come here.” Vanessa tucks herself into Hailey’s side as a blubury Kim joins them. The three (normally very intimidating women) turned their direction back to the TV and watch Jamie run away from Landon.

As the movie goes on, Vanessa only cries harder, along with Hailey and Kim, who are surprised to find that no matter how many times they watch the movie, they will still sob the entire time. They make it to the part when Landon is about to propose, but before he can get the words out, the doorbell rings. Hailey jumps up and pauses the TV, wiping under her eyes and grabbing the third empty bottle. “I’ll get it.”

The door swings open to reveal Jay. “Hailey I-Holy shit, what's wrong?” He asks, taking in her appearance. He places his hands on her shoulders, searching for any sign of injury.

Hailey shakes her head and sniffles, “Nothing. Just a really sad movie.” She says, dragging out the y. “What are you doing here?” Hailey asks, looking over his shoulder to see Adam and Kevin standing by a car she doesn’t recognize.

“Um, well. I lost a bet and now I have to do something.” Jay explained, shifting nervously.

Hailey gave him a bored look, “Do what?” Before she could ask again, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, she could taste the alcohol on him and she knew that her nose was probably running, but she didn’t care. As soon as it happens, it’s over and Jay backs away slowly.

“I-I’ll see you tomorrow Hailes.” He says, tripping over her front step in his attempt to look all cool and stoic. Hailey giggles, touching her fingers to her still tingling lips.

As soon as she shuts the door she turns back to Vanessa and Kim who were most definitely watching them from the couch. Hailey grins and all three girls begin to scream, jumping up and down together in her kitchen. Out of breath, Hailey talks over the excitement, “Okay, I’m done with this depressing movie. We’re watching Say Yes to the Dress.”

H - Halloween

Jay sat on a barstool at Molly’s, it was packed with first responders, all of them dressed in various costumes. It was October 31st and Jay was dressed as a baseball player, against his will he might add, Adam and Kevin had convinced him to do a group costume. Kevin was a football player and Adam was wearing a way too detailed hockey uniform.

He was one beer down and waiting for a certain blonde to have any more, when Hailey was around he had to pace himself. The ringing of the bell above the door captured Jay’s attention, when he saw who walked in, his jaw dropped to the floor. It was Kim, Vanessa and Hailey, but he missed the first two girls completely. All he could see was Hailey.

She was wearing a tight, black skirt and a long sleeve, black crop top. Her blonde hair was falling over her shoulders in perfect waves and Jay was pretty sure there was glitter on her face, something that he never thought he would see. He fought hard to keep his eyes in a strictly professional place, but they wandered down her frame and were glued to the thigh holster on her right leg. Damn. He shifted in his seat, regretting how tight his pants were.

Hailey’s gaze met his and she smiled, immediately making her way to him. “Hey.” She said as she reached the bar.

Jay grinned, choking out a, “Hi.”

Hailey laughed, looking him up and down. “Nice costume.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Jay smirked, causing Hailey to blush.

Hailey felt her cheeks heat up, she looked down at her skimpy skirt and then over to her friends who she was matching, her smile returning. “It was V and Kim’s idea, Charlie’s Angels.” Hailey posed against the bar, then did a quick spin. She was beginning to enjoy the nervous look on her partners face.

Jay swallowed hard as Hailey spun in front of him, she looked drop dead gorgeous and he was very thankful that he had only had one beer. Tipsy Jay would not be able to hold his tongue right now. He looked her up and down once again, this time making it way more obvious. “I like it.”

The next few hours went by impossibly slow, and Jay spent the majority of the time watching Hailey from across the room. He had a few more beers and it was safe to say that his flirt game was strong. He was making Hailey laugh that he never had before and if he had a dollar for everytime she had playfully touched his arm, he could get them a hotel room at the Ritz Carlton for the night.

It was almost midnight when Jay made his way across the crowded bar to where Haily was sitting with Kevin and Vanessa. He stood behind her, earning a few smirks and some wiggling eyebrows from their friends. He placed his hand on her waist and she sucked in a breath. He lowered his lips to her ear, “You wanna get out of here?”

Hailey’s head swung around, nodding before jumping off the barstool, grabbing his hand and practically running out of Molly’s. Jay laughed as they were met with the crisp air, before he could even register what was happening, his back hit the cold brick wall and Hailey’s lips were on his. He grabbed onto her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Hailey pressed her hands against his chest as she pushed further into him. Jay lowered his hands to rest on her hips “Jump.” He whispered before Hailey obliged. He wasted no time before spinning them around and pinning her to the wall. Jay trailed kisses down her neck, causing Hailey to throw her head against the wall.

The bell rang and Adam came waltzing out along with Kim, the two of them screaming at the sight just outside the bar. “Holy shit guys, get a room.” Kim said, covering her eyes.

Hailey and Jay untangled themselves to face their friends, “Took you long enough Halstead.” Adam winked, before pulling Kim away.

The two laughed before Jay pushed Hailey against the wall once again, smirking. “Where were we?”

I - I’d Follow You

Hailey moved around tirelessly, huffing at yet another failure to break free. “Hailey, breathe.” Jay said from beside her. Hailey rolled her eyes, struggling against the restraints once again. The irony was unreal, the two of them were chained up by their own handcuffs.

“Jay, don’t.” Hailey said, finally giving up and slumping into the cold ground. The two sat in silence for a while, listening for anything to give them a clue of where they were. Hailey thought back to how they even got into this situation. She was following a lead, following her gut more than anything and she had dragged Jay along. Now they were trapped in a basement, perfect. “I’m sorry.” Hailey said softly, they weren’t sure how much danger they were actually in, but if something happened to him, she would never forgive herself.

Jay sighed, smiling softly at his partner, “You have nothing to be sorry for, we’ll be fine. I’m sure the team is already looking for us.”

Hailey nodded, his words doing little to comfort her. She blinked back the tears in her eyes, she had been in this situation with Kim before and it almost ended badly, she couldn’t bear to lose Jay. “I shouldn’t have brought you.” She said.

“Hailey.” He said, wishing he could reach out and touch her. “You know I’d follow you anywhere. Stop blaming yourself.” Jay searched Hailey’s face for any sense of understanding, but she looked just as guilty as she did before.

“I know, we just have to get out of here.” She said, she was still recovering from his earlier statement. He had used her own words against her and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t working.

Jay nodded, “We will.” He stared into her eyes, slowly leaning in. Hailey didn’t know what possessed her, but she met him in the middle and pressed her lips to his. They scooted closer to each other, both very aware that their hands were out of play. Hailey leaned into his chest for balance, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly the door popped open, causing the two to break away from each other, but they stayed touching chests. “You guys good?” Adam called out.

Kevin approached from behind him, shining a flashlight on the two. He smirked, “Yeah, I think they’re good.”

J - Jealous

Jay knew it was irrational, he knew it was stupid. So much had changed but still, the sight of Hailey and Adam made him want to vomit. She was laughing in her loud and beautiful, belly laugh. Hand on his shoulder, hunched over into his bubble. Adam wasn’t much better, he was grinning at her as they continued on in their apparently hilarious conversation.

Jay took an angry sip of his beer, if he held the bottle any tighter it would probably break. He hated feeling like this, after all, he had no claim to Hailey. She was free to do whatever, or whoever, she wanted. Besides, his pouting was a mute point. Hailey had assured him that she and Adam were through, not to mention Kim was pregnant with his baby. He was just being psychotic, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

He felt like his brain had transported itself back to the year before, to the night that Adam showed up at Hailey’s and he was so worried that he would think something of it. Really, he should have been worried that he didn’t. It was like the universe was against him and it was using Adam as a weapon.

Hailey looked up from her conversation and noticed a sollem looking Jay across the bar, she bid goodbye to Adam and booked it to her partner. He had moody Jay written all over him. “Hey, what’s up?” She asked, sliding onto the stool next to him.

“Nothing.” He said in a biting tone, glancing at her. He immediately softened when he saw a wave of hurt wash over her face. “I-I’m sorry. I’m just in a mood. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

Hailey nodded cautiously, Jay never intentionally hurt her feelings, but even if he did, he wasn’t great at apologies. “You okay?”

He took another swig of his beer, setting it down loudly. “I don’t know.” He said. Jay was pretty shocked at his own words, he was about as open as a bank vault, but tonight he didn’t have the energy to play tough guy. Honestly, he was feeling a little defeated (and sorry for himself).

“You wanna talk? My ‘reserved for Jay’ glass is clean.” She joked, offering him a small smile. They walked out together, Jay opting to ride with Hailey. Which happened once in a blue moon. Hailey fought the urge to check and see if he had a fever, not only was he letting her drive, but he was leaving his truck, his baby, in Molly's parking lot.

The drive was short and the pair raced up Hailey’s steps to escape the winter chill. Vanessa was undercover, so they had the place to themselves. Hailey immediately pulled out a bottle of whiskey, her partner looked like he needed it. She poured them each a glass and then leaned on the counter across from him. Before she can say anything, Jay word vomits across the counter. “Is there something going on between you and Adam?”

Hailey almost chokes on her whiskey. “Jay, are you serious? You know-”

“I need you to say it Hailey.” He says, standing and looking her in the eye. “I need you to say it.”

“There is absolutely nothing going on with me and Ruzek, we are just good friends.” Jay visibly relaxes and his reaction is not lost on Hailey.

Jay moves around the island to her. “I’m sorry,” there he goes again, “That wasn’t my place. It’s just, I don’t want you to be with him. I can’t stand the thought of you ever being with him.”

“Jay-”

“I’m not good at this Hailes, I know. I’m making a complete ass out of myself-” Hailey launches herself forward and cuts him off with a kiss, Jay catching her easily despite the shock. His eyebrows furrow as he runs his hands down her figure, only to wrap his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him. Soon they both come up for air and Jay beams. “I’m better than Ruzek, aren’t I?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Hailey smacks his chest before tucking herself into it, “Shut up.”

K - Kiss Me Slowly

Jay stared at Hailey across the patio, it was open mic night at Molly’s and the world had cursed him the guitarist after guitarist playing love song after love song. Of course, every stupid song made him think of her.

The next guy was up and a familiar parachute song started playing, Jay wanted the groan. His heart was racing as he watched Hailey make her way towards him, her blonde hair bouncing as she walked. “Hey stranger.” She said as she approached him.

“Hey.” He smiled.

Hailey motioned to the makeshift stage, “Some of these guys are pretty good.”

“Yeah.”

I can see you there in the city lights.

Jay watched how the glow from the fairy lights hit her face, making her shine brighter than normal.

14th floor, pale blue eyes, I can breathe you in.

He really could, it was like she was her oxygen and he was suffocating without her.

Two shadows standing by the bedroom door, no I could not want you more than I did right then.

He wanted her so bad, in every way possible. “Hailey?”

“Hmm?” She hummed, turning her attention back to him.

“Dance with me.” He said, standing and almost surprising himself. Hailey watched him cautiously, thinking that it was some cruel joke, but took his hand when his stature didn’t falter. He led them to a space near the fence, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her close as she gently rested her arms on his shoulders.

If this is something that you want, darling you don’t have to run. You don’t have to go.

They swayed back and forth, Hailey wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her head to his chest, she could almost swear that his heart was beating faster.

Just stay with me.

She peaked up at him, only to find him smiling down at her.

Baby, stay with me.

They locked eyes, each searching the other for any possible misunderstanding.

Well I’m not sure what this is gonna be, but with my eyes clenched all I see, is the skyline, through the window. The moon above you and the streets below.

Jay reached out and ran the pad of his thumb over Hailey’s cheek, eyes darting all over her seemingly perfect face. She looked absolutely beautiful, she was the only girl he ever noticed.

Hold my breath as we’re moving in.

Hailey swore her heart stopped, the way he was looking at her made her feel like the only girl in the world. He dipped his head and if only she could bring herself to lean in…

Taste your lips and feel your skin.

Hailey placed her hand on his cheek.

When the time comes, baby don’t run.

Jay grinned and slowly leaned down, pressing his lips gently against hers.

Just kiss me slowly.

L - Love

“What were you going to say?”

Hailey stood there frozen, her momentum was lost. Everything that told her to pour her heart out had disappeared and all she wanted to do now was get as far away from him as possible. After all, that was easier, so much easier.

“Never mind, I’m going to pull the car around.” She said.

Jay felt his heart clench, he knew exactly what she was going to say and he felt it too. He was sick of tiptoeing around it. “What were you going to say, Hailey?”

Hailey stopped dead in her tracks, she had barely even made it to the doorway. “It’s not important Jay, really. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” He groans, “Dammit Hailey, you don’t get to make me fall in love with you and then change your mind.”

“What?” Hailey asked quietly, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and by the look on his face, she wasn’t sure Jay knew what he was saying.

Jay feigned confidence, and maybe the pain meds were to blame, but there was no going back now. “I love you Hailey and I think you love me too, and if you don’t ten you should consider going undercover full time or getting an acting job because you are one hell of an actress-”

Hailey launched herself into his arms, careful not to hit his injured arm. She kissed him urgently, desperate for his touch. Jay held her close with his good arm, never wanting to let go. “I love you too.”

M - My Girlfriend

Jay held the roses tight in his hand as he made his way towards his truck, where his partner was waiting. He thought back to his statement just a few minutes earlier, “my girlfriend.” He wished.

He climbed in the truck and turned to Hailey who smirked at him. He handed her the flowers with a sigh and she grinned. “What a guy.” She teases. Jay chuckled under his breath, freezing when he felt warmth against his cheek, which he soon realized was from Hailey’s lips. Jay tensed, watching her blush in the rear view mirror.

That was the most intimate they had ever been, not that he was complaining. As surprised as he was at her actions, he shouldn’t have been. Hailey was a total badass, a badass with really soft lips. Jay turned to face her, eyes glancing from her lips to her eyes, attempting to read the room (or truck). After being confident that this was what she wanted too, Jay leaned in and captured her lips with his, arching completely over the seat.

Hailey placed her hand on the nape of his neck and played with the short hairs, pulling him even closer. Jay smiled into the kiss, pecking her one last time before pulling away. Hailey scrunched her nose and laughed, “Told you we were good together.”

N - Never

“Oh, come on Hailey!” Jay snapped, throwing the ping pong paddle on the table.

Hailey through her hands up in the air in surrender. “What?”

“You can’t let me win one game?” He groaned, “You can’t feed my ego even just a little bit?”

“Never.” Hailey smirked, leaning against the table.

Jay swallowed hard, she looked amazing and his self control was dwindling by the minute. Hailey felt the energy shift in the room and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Shit.” Jay mutters before stalking towards her and kissing her passionately. “Jump.” He whispered, before picking her jump. He turned so that Hailey was sitting on the ping pong table, trailing kisses down her neck. Hailey moaned, wrapping arms around his neck.

“Woah guys, other people play on that table.” Adam yelled from the doorway, putting a hand over his eyes.

Hailey laughed, pulling away and calling after him. “Yeah, but no one else wins!”

“Oh, I definitely just did.” Jay said, smiling down at her.

Hailey shook her head, “Nice try.”

O - Only Us

Jay pushed half the stuff off his desk, and then set Hailey down on it, never removing his lips from hers. Things had gotten heated quick and before he knew it he was unbuttoning Hailey’s dark green flannel and she was tugging at his own shirt. Jay pulled her hair slightly and Hailey gasped, causing him to stick his tongue in her mouth, tem fighting for dominance.

Before she knew it, Hailey’s shirt was somewhere else and her hair was pulled out of it’s normal ponytail. She was about to pull his shirt over his head when a door swung open next to them. Jay quickly pulled Hailey to his chest to cover her and the two were mortified to find Voight standing at the threshold of his door, they thought he had left.

He walked to the desk, dropped two sheets of paper down and then walked out of the bullpen. Hailey looked over her shoulder and saw that they were HR forms.

The two of them laughed hysterically, Hailey leaning her head against Jay’s chest. “Only us.”

P - Pizza

Jay let down the tailgate of the truck and jumped up on it, motioning for Hailey to follow. She did, but not quite as gracefully. Jay smirked at her once she landed next to him. “Short.” Hailey’s only response was smacking his arm and glaring at him.

Jay reached behind him and grabbed a pizza box, it was a pretty night and the two partners had decided that takeout from Bartoli’s and the night sky were the perfect combination. Hailey leaned back on her hands, looking up. “It’s pretty tonight.” She said.

“You know, this is the part in the movies where the guy unloads an unrealistic amount of knowledge about constellations.” Jay said before taking a bite out of a cheesy slice.

Hailey smirked, reaching to grab her own, “I’m listening.”

Jay shook his head as he swallowed. “Oh no, I’ve got nothing.” He said laughing, causing Hailey to roll her eyes.

“Damn, I was ready for you to go all Rom-Com on me.” Hailey took a bite, moaning. “God, this man makes the best pizza in the city. No, the country.”

Jay laughed to cover his choking, he was not ready for Hailey to moan like that, even if it was over pizza. “Y-yeah. The best.”

Hailey eyed her partner, “You good?”

“Great,” Jay said, giving her a genuine smile. He leaned against the side of the bed, just enjoying the view (of the stars, of course…).

They had been there a while, and somehow the two of them ended up sitting across from each other in the bed. Hailey had her leg leaning against Jay’s while they talked. It was anything too important, more just swapping stories and light hearted teasing. It was all very...comfortable.

Jay said something to make Hailey laugh, and he took note of the way her face lit up in the moonlight. He couldn’t look away. “Hailey.” He said, getting her attention.

“Hmm?”

“You look really pretty right now.” Jay said, crossing a line that neither had ever crossed.

Hailey laughed off her shock, attempting to hide her blush. She sat up straighter, “Nice try Halstead, but flattery will get you nowhere. The last slice is mine.” It her hurry to get out of the slightly uncomfortable situation, she tripped over his foot, catching herself on the side of the truck right above him.

Jay’s eyes bored into her as she stood hovered over him. Jay reached up and grabbed her face, bringing it down. The lips crashed together, it was fast and intense and all consuming. Hailey let herself fall into his lap, so that she was straddling him. She rested her hands on the nape of his neck, leaning into him. Jay gripped her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer.

A long while later, Hailey pulled away and whispered against his lips, “I’m still getting the last slice.”

Q - Quarantined...almost?

“Are you serious?”

“Positive.”

“Jay, that’s not funny.” Hailey said into the phone, Jay could almost hear her eye roll. “Just to clarify..your test was negative?”

“Yes Hailey.” He chuckled.

Hailey bit her lip, “Be there in ten.”

“I’ll be waiting.” And with that, the call ended.

Hailey practically ran out of her house, it had been a rough week and she was so excited to see her partner. The past month had been full of catching glances and flirty comments, Hailey felt like they were finally going somewhere, but of course, the shoe dropped. Jay was exposed to someone who tested positive for the virus and he was self quarantining until he got his results back, which after three days, was now.

Hailey had already decided that when she got to see him again, she was jumping him. No more excuses, she was making a move, but she never expected it to be so fast. She had prepared herself for him to be positive, and to not see him for at least two weeks. Let’s be real, that reality sucked.

The elevator ride upwas painfully slow and the controlled brisk walk to his door was even slower. By the time she reached his apartment it felt like time had stopped altogether. She knocked on the door and not five second later it swung open. Hailey took a deep breath and before Jay could even say hello, she kissed him. It was fast and urgent and very, very hot (according to Jay).

“Woah.” He said, smiling wide as the two finally came up for air. “What was that for?”

“Celebrating a negative covid test?”

Jay grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, shutting the door and pushing her up against it. “Looks like I need to get covid tested more often.”

R - Rollercoaster

“We drove all the way to Ohio for an amusement park?” Adam asked as the unit (minus Voight of course) stood in front of the gates of King’s Island.

Kim grinned, “Yes we did, this was one of my favorite places growing up and it is my birthday, so indulge me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Adam scoffed, following her and the rest of the team through security.

Hailey fell in step next to Jay as the two walked behind Vanessa and Kevin, who were trying to decipher the map. She had to admit, Hailey loved amusement parks: the thrill, the food, the extremely overpriced ponchos. She couldn’t hide her smile. “Your chipper today.” Jay said, glancing down at her

Hailey shrugged, “What can I say? I love a good roller coaster.”

“Then let’s go find one.”

About fifteen minutes later, the six of them were standing in line for the Beast, one of the most famous wooden coasters in the United States. “Just warning you guys, this thing beats you up worse than a bar fight.” Kim said as they wandered through the endless maze of turnstalls, finally catching up with all the other people in line.

“Good to know,” Kevin said, swallowing hard.

After waiting for almost an hour, they finally found themselves at the front of the line. Kim was practically jumping up and down as they boarded the train. Jay found himself next to Hailey and behind Vanessa and Kevin, who were behind Adam and Kim. “Excited?” Hailey asked.

Jay nodded, “Very.”

“Hey Ruz, what do I do if I don't fit in the seat?” Kevin asked, showing them all how his shoulders were too broad to fit between the indents.

“Kev, man, shut up.” Adam said and they all laughed as the car started to roll forward and around a sharp bend.

Hailey looked over to Jay as they were climbing the first hill, his face went from happy to not so rather quickly. “Jay, you good?”

Jay looked at Hailey with a panicked look in his eye, “You know how I have an irrational fear of needles?” He asked, breathing harder.

“Yeah…”

“Well add rollercoasters, also known as wooden death traps, to the list.” He rushed out, his grip tight on his lap bar.

Hailey stifled a laugh as they neared the top, “Jay, it’s going to be fine.” She said, placing a calm hand over his shaky one.

“We’re going to die Hailey.” He said and Hailey watching her partners’ face fill with fear as they toppled over the first hill. She grabbed his jaw and brought his lips to hers as their stomached bottomed out, they were both so lost in the moment that they completely missed the flash.

After the ride, they all walked down the twistly exit path and to the booth. Hailey was in the middle of a staring match with Jay when Vanessa screamed, “What the hell?” She pointed at the picture of Jay and Hailey locking lips on the screen.

“Finally!” Adam yelled, giving Kevin a high five.

KIm looked around at her friends, who were now berating their teammates. “You gotta love KIngs Island.”

S - Stakeout

“Truth or dare?” Hailey askes, leaning back in her seat.

Jay rolls his eyes, “What are we, 12?”

Hailey grins, “Yes.” Jay scoffs fidgeting in his seat. “Please. It’s been five hours, I need entertainment.” Jay looks at his exasperated partner, who is now pouting. Normally he would say no, but she looks so damn adorable.

“Fine.”

“Awesome,” She says, shifting her body to face him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He says quickly.

Hailey groans, “Lame.” Jay fakes a hurt expression. “Tell me a secret.”

Jay feigns interest, looking through the camera lens at the building they were keeping an eye on. “I’m afraid of needles.

“No shit.” Hailey deadpans. “Fine, I’ll give you another one...ideal first date?”

Jay laughs, “So we’re running with this whole twelve year old thing?”

“Just answer the question!”

“Bartoli’s,” Jay says, staring straight at her. “Some beer, a good ass pizza and a beautiful girl sitting across from me.”

Hailey stops breathing for a second, because for that second, and only that second, she let herself think that he was talking about her. “Cute.” She jokes.

Jay holds up his hands in surrender, “What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic.” Hailey rolls her eyes, “Hey, you asked.”

“It’s your turn.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.” He says, not missing a beat.

Hailey swears her heart jumped out of her chest, “What?”

“I, dare you, to kiss, me.” He says, breaking it down.

“No.”

Jay chuckles nervously, “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean that you have to kiss me.” She smirks confidently and boy does he deliver. Jay wastes no time swooping down and planting one on her. Hailey squeaks, taken by surprise, but recovers quickly. She presses into him, letting her fingers trace his jawline. The two are forced apart by the sound of a car alarm.

Before jumping out of the car Jay winks at her, “I just found a much better way to pass the time.”

T - Truck

Jay pressed his lips to Hailey’s, gently at first, but then with more pressure. He found himself thanking God for her hair being down ( a rare occurrence) so he could tangle his hands in it. Hailey moaned against his mouth, leaning further into him and causing him to tug her over the center console and into his lap.

Hailey straddled him, fitting perfectly in between him and the steering wheel. She settled her hands at the base of his neck, kissing him passionately.

It wasn’t lost on either of them how perfect the moment was and how it was so fitting that their first kiss be in his truck. Their partnership lived in it, they built their incredible friendship in it and now their relationship was starting in it.

It was totally them and it was exactly how it was supposed to be.

U - Undercover

Hailey pulled the skirt of her tight dress down, she didn’t mind going undercover, but she minded anything that left her not wearing pants. Not only that, but she had Jay’s body heat radiating through her. He was standing so close to her that it was distracting. Hailey shifted uncomfortably, she was hot and falling out of her top, and the sexy piece of meat hovering over her was not helping.

Jay felt Hailey’s fidgeting and leaned down. “Hey, you okay?”

Hailey sucked in a breath, “Yeah, all good.” She said, very aware that her partner’s face was just centimeters from her’s. She searched the room, she was on a mission. “Look, there’s Jacobs.” She said, grabbing Jay’s hand and pulling him through the crowded party.

They followed him down a hallway, Jay letting Hailey take the lead. That was, until their suspect looked over his shoulder a few too many times. “I’m sorry.” Jay muttered quietly and before Hailey could even think to respond, she was pushed against the wall and Jay’s lips were on hers.

She melted into immediately, bringing her hands to grip his short hair as his hands ran up and down her figure. Hailey took a deep breath in, reveling in his scent. Jay pushed Hailey further into the wall, slipping his tongue in her mouth as she gasped. They fought for dominance, Jay ultimately winning.

Jay’s hand found her thigh, hitching it over his hip. Things got heated really fast and finally Jay forced himself away from her, “Um, I think he bought it.” Jay said.

Hailey nodded, avoiding his gaze. Both of them were on the verge of laughing. “Definitely.”

V - Very

Jay was sitting next to Hailey on a barstool at Molly’s, taking in the gorgeous view. He couldn’t look away. He was also slightly intoxicated, meaning he was feeling pretty confident.

His relationship with Hailey would have it’s own evolution movie, and he swore something else had changed in the past few weeks. They were flirting, like really flirting and honestly he was done tiptoeing around his feelings for her. Which was a very new feeling, he never liked talking about emotions, especially confessing them.

But right now, looking at her, he wanted to scream them from a rooftop. “Hailey.”

“Hmm?”

“Have I ever told you that I think you are very pretty?” He asked.

Hailey laughed, attempting to hide her blush. “No Jay, you haven’t. But thank you, I think you are very pretty too.”

“No Hailey.” Jay said, reaching out to grab her hand that was resting on the bar. “You are so beautiful. Like out of this world gorgeous and sometimes I look at you and wonder if you are even human, that’s how pretty you are.”

Hailey was speechless, but she was grinning ear to ear, and Jay took that as a good sign. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, steadying himself on her thigh. Hailey leaned into him, deepening the kiss, but pulling away before it went too far. They were still around all of their colleagues.

Hailey turned her head and whispered in his ear, “I think now is a good time to tell you that you are a very good kisser.”

W - Wedding

Six years after the fact, Adam and Kim were finally getting married. It was safe to say it was one of the most anticipated events of the decade, especially for the men and women of the 21st district.

Hailey stood in the parlor with Kim helping her eat a granola bar, very careful not to drop anything on their dresses. She looked beautiful, the white gown was very Kim. It was fitted at the top with cap sleeves and no back, and the train was so long that it drug feet behind her on the floor.

The wedding planner walked in a few minutes later to announce that they were ready, Hailey looked to Kim, “You ready?”

Kim nodded confidently, beaming. “Let’s do this thing.”

Jay held the door open for Adam and the officiant to walk down the aisle, knowing he would be next. He didn’t hesitate to say yes when Adam asked him to be a groomsmen, he had been in their corner since the beginning, and he felt honored to stand by Adam’s side.

He turned around to find Hailey standing in front of him, in a gorgeous blush pink dress that matched the rest of the girls. Her hair was curled and pinned back, and for the first time ever, Jay could tell she was wearing makeup (honestly, it was strange to see). She approached him slowly, “You look very handsome.” She said.

Jay blushed (manlike, of course), “You-you look amazing.” He sighed out, watching her cheeks turn the shade of her dress.

“Thank you.” She said and then they were ushered into a line. They entered the sanctuary by pair, Kim’s niece Zoe (who was now 16) going first with one of Adam’s cousins. Then Jay and Hailey went, followed by Kevin and Nicole, Kim’s sister. Once everyone was in place, Canon in D major began to play and the doors swung open revealing Kim and her father.

Jay watched Adam smile and then his gaze drifted to Hailey, who was directly across from him. They locked eyes and she smiled at him, causing his heart to go crazy. After that, his eyes never strayed from her for too long.

After minutes of standing and smiling, Adam was finally allowed to kiss his bride. The cheering started and everyone clapped their hands for the happy couple. Kim and Adam ran back down the aisle and the wedding party followed.

When Jay met Hailey in the middle, Jay made a split second decision. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, covering her lips with his. Hailey squeaked in surprise, but let herself melt into him. It was like he read her mind, this was all she could think of during the ceremony, and now she was kissing Jay Halstead.

It would go down as the happiest day of all of their lives.

X - XRay

“Hailey, everything is going to be fine.” Jay said, his hand finding a familiar place on her shoulder. They were sitting in the hospital waiting room, a not so fun place for both of them.

It had been a routine day, until a foot pursuit sent Hailey to the ground. She was only scratched up a bit, which was remarkable considering she was hit by a car. Sure, it was going about five miles per hour, but the sight of her hitting the pavement was enough to send Jay into a frenzy.

They had come in to get checked out, even though Hailey insisted she was fine. And she was, almost. Will examined her and cleared her for any on duty injury, but near the end he noticed that her thyroid was swollen and after further exploration he found there was a tiny lump. Hailey then sheepishly confessed that she had been having some pain and Will excused himself.

It was a hard call to make, the line between playing it safe and overreacting. However, there was doubt about it that Will had to make Hailey face the facts, for her and his brother’s sake.

Returning to the room a few minutes later, Will sat down in front of Hailey and explained what he was seeing. “I hate to say this Hailey, but the lump on your thyroid is alarming. You are past the age of normal diagnosis, but I’ve seen it several times later in life-”

“Diagnosis of what?” Hailey snapped, cutting him off.

Will sighed, “Thyroid cancer.”

So, here the two partners were about two hours later. After explaining the situation there had been a lot of tears and paperwork, and now they were waiting for Hailey’s appointment for an X-Ray and possible MRI.

Hailey was terrified, there was no history of cancer in her family, but she knew enough to know that thyroid cancer was common and deadly. She wasn’t ready to die, she wasn’t ready to stop living her life the way she was. She wasn’t ready to give up on being a wife, or a mom, or even a grandma. She had so much left she wanted to do.

The tears started again and Jay wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders and pulled her lean against him. “I don’t want to die, Jay.”

Jay stiffened, hugging her tighter. “You aren’t going to die.”

“I might.”

“No.” Jay said, turning to face her. “You will beat this, whatever it is. You are too stubborn to go down without a massive fight.” He reached and brushed his thumb across his cheek, “And we will fight whatever this is together.”

His eyes locked with hers, and he leant in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Hailey let herself linger there for a moment before pulling away and whispering against his lips. “Together.”

Y - Yes

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Jay.” Hailey said, laughing.

“Yes, you will go on a date with me?”

Hailey rolled her eyes, “What else would yes mean?”

Jay shrugged, “I don’t know, you could have meant it sarcastically or maybe it’s opposite day-”

Hailey cut him off by kissing him gently, when she pulled away she grinned at the sight in front of her. Jay’s eyes still closed and his eyebrows furrowed, he was so freaking cute. “How’s that for a yes?”

Jay smirked, “I don’t know, I think we are going to have to try again.”

Hailey was beaming right along with him. “Yes…”

Z - Zzzzzzz

Jay was out like a light on the break room couch, and Hailey smiled to herself as she laid the crappy blanket they kept in the locker room over him. It was just them left and as much as she wanted to leave, she couldn’t bring herself to leave him there alone or wake him up. He looked so peaceful, which was rare.

Hailey’s eyes wandered over his face, he was so attractive. Probably the most beautiful man she had ever met or even seen. And he was so kind, and determined and passionate. Sometimes she wondered how he was even real, or how she got so lucky as to be his partner. “I love you.” She whispered, sighing out. It was nice to say it outloud, even if he was unconscious.

She walked slowly towards him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, she took one more glance and then made her way towards the door.

However she didn’t get very far before a hand grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. It was Jay, almost like he was back from the dead and he was grinning like a fool. Hailey felt her heart stop in her chest, he had sacred the shit out of her. “Say it again.”

Jay had woken up when she put the blanket on him, he was a really light sleeper, but he had decided to stay “asleep” so she wouldn’t feel guilty. He was so glad he did.

“What?” Hailey asked, breathing heavy. Her hands began to shake and it felt like his next words were a million miles away.

He looked her dead in the eye, “Say it again.”

“I love you.” She breathed out.

Jay wasted no time closing the gap between them and pushing her against the doorframe. He connected their lips and cupped her face in his hands. Hailey gripped the wall for support, her head was spinning and her knees felt weak. When Jay finally pulled away, they were both smiling even bigger than before. “I love you too.”

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A/N: Wow! I haven’t posted in so long. I’m so sorry, life is crazy right now and I am just trying to get back in the groove. I am so excited to finally post this, I’ve been working on it for s while. Which were your favorite? Thanks for reading! <3

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead imagines #hailey upton x jay halstead #hailey upton x jay halstead imagines #adam ruzek #kim burgess #kevin atwater #vanessa rojas #hank voight #chicago pd #one chcago #learn the alphabet with upstead

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yusuke96universe · 3 years

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Turles and Lord Slug Team Up Pitch

Introduction

Hello guys, after watching MasakoX's What If Turles Turned Good parts 1 and 2 [which act more like an origin story for him within the frameworks of modern Dragon Ball similar to Super Broly] I thought I would share an old headcanon origin I had for another Dragon Ball Z movie Villain, Lord Slug and how it could make for an excellent part in this What If story that has captured my imagination. Also, it opens up a lot of potential avenues for ood DBZ storytelling.

I know he's considered one of the most uninteresting Villains in the franchise since he is essentially King Piccolo from space, but rushed in an hour long movie. Let's face it, a lot of DBZ villains aren't inherently interesting characters and usually are introduced as Pure Evil tropes

Trope Talk: Pure Evil https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-XprjlATEo

Irrelevant backstory

very simple motivation

enthusiastic, zestful villainy

Pure self-confidence

Third -Act Breakdowns (where they are faced with what they truly fear and usually fail)

Afterward, they could be open to becoming a more nuanced character to explore as we've seen done time and again with cast of redeemed or evolved villains in Dragon Ball

A lot of the movie villains from the franchise would be more interesting if they weren't rushed or were expanded on and boy does Lord Slug bring a lot to the table if he is expanded on.

1) You could have Turles and Lord Slug form a dynamic duo that counterparts Goku and Piccolo. Turles is a trouble-making youth-filled underdog who has taken a shine to the crabby old man that is Slug. Turles could use a lot more modern methods to contrast Slug's far more traditional warmongering that he's developed over the centuries. (They did it a little in Xenoverse 2, but you could really expand upon it in a MasakoX styled What If) Plus, the Tree of Might likely has the ability to restore Lord Slug's youth since it canonically resurrected fossils, so Turles literally has the solution to Lord Slug's main problem plaguing him and is an open-minded businessman by nature. This hypothetical team-up of working together to gain more power, invade planets for their resources and overthrow the Universal order by killing Frieza before returning to enemies, acts as an inverse counterpart of Goku's and Piccolo's initial alliance against the Saiyans invading the Earth interfering with Piccolo's own conquest, but opened the doors for change in him and others.

2) Most likely these 2 would start off as enemies and have their forces face off against one another, but this struggle is a good thing in the long run because they could potentially provide each other, their own personal Third Act Breakdowns or at least teach each other recognize their own flaws and weaknesses to help each other grow as characters.

Lord Slug's backstory, retooled

Planet Slug

The most fun thing I found was that they gave Turles a proper origin story to build a character around, well I have a suggestion for a similar concept for Lord Slug that I think you guys could use in many different ways, but before that. Here are the facts. In the backstory I found in supplemental materials, it is stated by Guru that Lord Slug and other Evil Namekians could have possibly escaped the crisis on Namek and moved to far-flung planets in other parts of the Universe. One Super Namekian named himself after the Demon inhabited world he found himself on, known as Planet Slug. And judging from the movie, Planet Slug is most likely an icy or snow-covered planet since the Demons needed special suits to withstand the Earth's temperature.

By the way, I imagine that Planet Slug and its people could have a Mongolian theme. (I have a sketch I did for an alternate costume for Slug, but I don't remember how to post atm)

If say Lord Slug came to this planet and eventually took it over in the King Piccolo style, then I could see him having birthed a clan of Evil Namekian children to help him in this endeavor. So let's say there are about as many Namekians children as Guru or King Piccolo birthed, then they are likely different clans of Namekians on the Planet, including a Dragon Clan member capable of creating their own set of Dragon Balls. In this way, Planet Slug could act as an alternate substitute for Planet Namek, but one closely resembling how the team initially pictured Namek as a planet full of evil Piccolos, instead of the peace-loving farmers of Namek. Now, why would Slug be in space expanding his Empire and searching for Dragon Balls when his planet likely already has a set? In the movie, it's best not to think about it, but here is my idea.

Why Lord Slug is REALLY in Space

One of Lord Slug's offspring usurped him from the throne due to his old age and sickly body. So Slug was humiliatingly forced to flee his home or was looked down on as a non-threat banished him and his most loyal men off-world to live in shame and to never be seen again. So he is conquering other planets, partly because he is a refugee, but mostly because he is overcompensating for his lost and trying to help his ego by living in denial and reassuring that He is the Baddest Baddie who ever lived and terrorize/kill those weaker than him as he ever expands his empire, lamenting his old age and sickened body. He believes that if he was in his prime, he could take his throne back no problem and make them all pay for wronging him. Luckily, Slug doesn't need the Dragon Balls to regain his youth. If the Tree of Might's Fruit is capable of reviving fossils, it should be able to restore the Super Namekian to his former glory once again.

Turles's Crusher Corps vs Lord Slug's Army

A fun way they could introduce the factions to each other is as competition for a lush planet. Turles wants it for the Tree of Might, and Slug wants to freeze it for them for their conquest. They both are in each other's way, so they all fight it out. I think Slug has stronger minions, but Crusher Corps have better teamwork, and with Turles being in prime fighting condition, he would tip the scale in their favor much like Goku did in the movie.

At first, I thought Slug wouldn't be much of a match for Turles in his old and sickly state, a little trouble sure since he is the strongest, but that aged body wouldn't do him any favors. However, the first Google search result I got on Old Slug's Power level said he was at 79,000 so he's stronger than I first thought. (I thought he was around Nail's power level roughly in the 40,000) I also heard that Turles was around 19,000 but by the end of the movie was like 300,000. These power levels don't mean too much when reimagining the stories, just that Turles might have more of an uphill struggle. So, Turles would first have to eat some Fruit to win in a landslide and hopefully, the Terrafreezing process didn't ruin the Tree of Might's process.

Right before the killing blow, Old Slug might've mentioned something In desperation to save his own life. He could've brought up the Dragon Balls on his home Planet Slug/ Namek could grant any wish he wanted. This is just enough to stop Turles from following through with his attack, but it takes a little more coaxing for Slug to sell the legitimacy to Turles. A part of Turles thinks this might just be hogwash, but if this is anything like the Tree of Might, this could be a huge find. Another game-changer. He has his men take Slug with them as he checks in with the Heaters' database and finds there could be a kernel of truth to this tall tale. So Turles generously spares the old Slug's life for this useful tip which is met with some impatient ire.

If you hate being old so much, why don't you just use these Dragon Balls of yours to make yourself young again? -Turles

I would if I could, but... but I can't. I've been banished from my homeworld by my own children after they usurped me from my throne.-Slug

hahaha So you're just some washed-up old geezer trying to feel tough by throwing your power around at a bunch of weaklings. -Turles

Watch it! If I was in my prime, I wouldn't have ever let that rebellion get that far and even made short work of you and your men. If it weren't for that Fruit of yours, you'd be nothing. -Slug

WHAT WAS THAT. (composes himself) Interested in the Fruit are you, well I am not naive enough to let you ever sink your rotten teeth in one. At least, not for free. We, the Crusher Corps, are branched off of the Heaters' group who are known to deal in intelligence. If you have some more valuable information to pass on then, I could be convinced to trade off a leftover Fruit from our latest venture. Do you have anything else to offer me, old man?

(Slug’s low growling sounds are giving Turles just the biggest shit-eating grin on his face)

Slug could tell Planet Slug's coordinates, could act as their guide, or how to use their Dragon Balls, or even that they need a native speaker to use them and a password.

Turles throws him a Fruit as he is a businessman and honors his deals. This not only works in reviving the Elder Namekian, but the results are far better than expected by restoring Slug to his prime. Turles is both impressed and a little unnerved by this so he opens up a dialogue as he scans Lord Slug's new power. (he thought it would add a few decades back onto his old life since he seemed ancient, but it straight up made him young again) They discuss what had just happened and Turles's operation using the Tree of Might's Fruit to amass enough power for him and his men to kill Frieza and possibly overthrow him. Lord Slug in the meantime has been enjoying his youthful appearance and renewed vigor during the conversation, not looking Turles in the eye, but still expressing interest in this operation and compliments the plan. Turles offers a proposition to Lord Slug to join them on this endeavor if he helps them get those "Dragon Balls" he mentioned right before.

That's right. You're interested in the Dragon Balls, are you? Well, I am interested in that Tree of yours. It could keep someone young and strong forever, and this whole operation of yours is simply remarkable! -Slug

So you're in? -Turles

Remarkable enough for me to take it for myself! So I'll be doing just that! - Slug

Round 2 Super Namekian Rampages

The Super Namek overwhelms all of them, even Turles, after just eating a bunch of fruit, the gap is just too wide. He sadistically tortures them and strikes fear into their hearts. Turles isn't just put on the backfoot, he ends up on the brink of life and death. He needs to reach down deep, and something in him snaps, could be his Saiyan pride, could be becoming helpless and at someone else's mercy, could even be one of his men, that unbeknownst to himself, he had grown fond of perished, his regret for overly relying on outside gains to accomplish his ambitions. Don't know, don't care, but something doesn't sit right with Turles and this something acts as the catalyst for him to transform, but not into the traditional Super Saiyan we've all come to know. No, Turles goes into the False Super Saiyan state and overwhelms the Super Namek almost beat for beat like FSSJ Goku vs Slug from the movie, but this time, it lasts the duration of the fight. It's more of a SSJ Goku vs Frieza kind of fight with Turles's victory.

Turles diet of Tree of Might fruit has affected his body's genes and so when he transforms it's not the traditional SSJ form like everyone else, but the False Super Saiyan state that Goku used against Lord Slug. (The Saiyan loses their pupils and also uses SSJ's original color scheme with the flickering red and black hair and the orange skin with a lingering Aura effect) They could have a lot of fun with the benefits and drawbacks this form and its potential evolutions could have. False SSJ potentially falls into the theme of using Fruit as a shortcut to power vs earning the power legitimately or as a simple means to contrast with Goku.

Post Fight ~ Alliance?

Slug doesn't die though, or if he does, Turles is smart enough to revive him with the Tree of Might's extract in a similar way as the fossilized twins were. The reason is simple, Turles believes that Slug's knowledge of his people is going to be essential in the nearby future, and since he's shown whose boss by dominating the Super Namekian, they can now work together to overthrow stronger enemies like Frieza by using his Planet's Dragon Balls. The Crusher Corps gets a guide and an ally; Slug gets his revenge and the prospect of taking Frieza's empire for himself by joining this operation is too much for him to pass up. This is a temporary truce to defeat stronger opponents and gain power, but once that is over, they are going back to killing one another similar to how Goku and Piccolo formed an alliance against the Saiyans invading earth.

1) A Super Namekian could exploit their race's fusion ability through some method of Mind Control like in the original Broly movie. So Slug or his evil offspring could literally absorb one another or even someone as powerful as Nail or Piccolo if the influence is strong enough to join together. And Turles with the Heaters' resources might just be able to provide a means to provide Slug this, with some precautions of course.

2) Slug might have knowledge of Kai and Demon Realms considering he is both an older Namekian like Guru, and the fact that he Planet Slug is literally inhabited by Demons, a different breed of Demons, but still Demons nonetheless. In the games, the Tree of Might's Fruit had its effects amplified in the Demon Realm, but the same might be said if the Tree is planted on the World of the Supreme Kais or Beerus' planet. It's just a possible option for later down the line, but if there was ever a planet that could sustain that Tree and boosts its effects it would be one of these places.

This is it, I know MasakoX likes to do the space opera thing with multiple factions and also like to mix things up from the original story from time to time, so I thought Planet Slug would be an interesting means to do so and giving Turles a partner to bounce off of is typical Toriyama writing, could even open up new avenues to explore.

Am I expecting this to happen. Honestly, I have low expectations MasakoX and his team would do this and they got their own plans of inserting Turles into the main story likely connected to the character in the hood (who is probably Zamasu for some reason like in the Gero What If) or one of the Saiyans from Turles' team or even eager to get him into the main story with the Z-Cast, possibly trying to win Gohan to his side, but getting converted by him like what happened to Piccolo, but I don't mind. My expectations are low, but my hype is through the roof, and needed to share my fan theories with someone.

#dragon ball z #dbz #dragon ball #lord slug #turles #slug #tree of might #masakox #what if #dragon ball what if #false super saiyan #false ssj #super namekian #super namek

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Here's an idea for the slowly growing friendship of David and Darlin'. Darlin' has been missing for a week after The Inversion, everyone is worried but David is panicking thinking that they're looking for Quinn so everyone is searching for them only to find them passed out in a library researching on shades.

I was going to reply to this like I usually do, but it quickly turned into a mini-fic so... yeah

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It was Sam's idea. No one had seen Tank for a week following the Inversion. Not even Sam. David went out of his mind with worry and nothing his mate did or said could calm him down. How had that idiot not gotten involved in the Inversion only to vanish directly after?! What the hell had they done—gone into Death itself to make up for the fact that they missed the fight?

Sam suggested David broaden his search. Tank's apartment and usual haunts were all devoid of the wayward wolf. Maybe they'd be somewhere else.

David didn't mind admitting that he had a problem listening to others telling him what to do. He appreciated counsel from people he trusted—his mate, Asher, Milo, Amanda—but despite Sam's reputation as a good man, vamp or no, David had bristled slightly. He supposed it came with the job of being the alpha.

But Sam's idea made sense. It wasn't like Sam wasn't also searching. Tanker was Sam's partner. He cared about them. And David knew Sam would damn himself if anything happened to them when Sam could have done something about it.

David was grateful that someone else in the world cared about Tank as much as he did—if in a vastly different context.

He wasn't even sure what made him think to check at the academy. Tank wore a ratty old D.A.M.N. hoodie sometimes, but it was a hand-me-down from another pack member and they wore it with the express purpose of letting it get wrecked. None of the pack members had ever cared much about going to the academy for formal magical education. Most of it was hard or downright useless to a shifter anyway. Tank certainly hadn't gone.

But something seemed to draw him there. Maybe just his connection to his pack members as their alpha. Maybe instinct. Maybe some magic he didn't yet know—

It was Caelum

But he found himself in the D.A.M.N. library a week after the Inversion. A week after Tank vanished like a puff of steam.

He found himself climbing out of the elevator on the top floor of the six-floor building. Figuring he'd start at the top and work his way downward.

That quickly went out the window.

Given Tank was sitting in a small study room, passed out in one of the rolling chairs, head on their chest, with a pile of books on the table.

David crept in and started peering at titles and covers. Tank must have been exhausted. He knew they were a light sleeper—but they didn't even stir when the hinges creaked. Nor when he stumbled on the leg of another rolling chair.

The books were about shades. Tank had a notebook open, covered in messy, hasty scrawl. Notes.

David almost laughed to himself. And he might have done, if the disaster wasn't still so fresh in his mind. Tanker had never shown much desire to study a damn thing in the entire time he'd known them.

Gently, he roused them back to consciousness. "Tanker," he said quietly. "Let's get you some good food and good sleep, yeah?"

Tank, of course, flipped him off before rubbing their face to get the sleep from their eyes.

"What's all this about?" David tried again.

"What do you think, Einstein? My pack almost died in a shade attack," they retorted. He watched them slam the notebook shut. "Everyone I love ends up leaving or getting taken from me. Might as well try to proactively prevent that, for once." They shove the notebook in a pack out of sight. "See you at the next pack meeting."

"Oh no," David said. "I'm helping you put these books away—and then you're coming back to my house for dinner before going home and going to bed."

"Who are you, my mom?" Their sarcasm was definitely not lost on David.

"No—I'm your alpha." The tone made Tank's attitude freeze for just a moment. "You are my family and I am taking care of you."

They opened their mouth to argue—but then thought better of it. "Fine. But you don't have to coddle me like a pup."

"Then stop acting like one."

Tank flipped him off again as they stacked books. David snorted and helped them out.

"Tank—for real, though—this is an... appreciated gesture. That you'd be willing to put so much time into researching all you could about shades."

Tank finally met his eyes with a firm stare. "You're my family too, David."

#Redacted ASMR #ficlet #answered #Redacted Sam #Sam Collins #Redacted David #David Shaw #David #Sam #Redacted Darlin'#Darlin'

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years

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A Weekend with Noona (M) | 02: Saturday

A Weekend with Noona | Masterpost

Word Count: 10,041

Content Warnings: Soft/hard smut, jealous, teasing, naughty emoji teehee

Summary

It dawned on Jungkook that perhaps that was the answer. The boys couldn’t give Yoongi romantic attraction and intimacy. Jungkook scrunched up his face at the thought. Nari wasn’t particularly fit or beautiful. For a stylist, she dressed rather plainly. And she always looked the same: a clean topknot, an oversized sweater, leggings, and boots, all black. She didn’t even wear makeup, and she was starting to grow lines on her forehead. Her big glasses made her seem smart, which at first glance would be perfect for Namjoon. But Jungkook knew that Yoongi was smart in ways that even Namjoon didn’t understand. Jungkook didn’t see the appeal, but maybe that hidden space was where Yoongi and Nari made sense.

Chapter Excerpt

“I have to go, but I don’t want to say goodbye yet, if that makes any sense,” Yoongi admitted.

Nari smiled, a little embarrassed. “I don’t think I want to say goodbye yet either.”

“Then come over,” Yoongi said, uncharacteristically eagerly, making Nari feel even more embarrassed and shy. “I’m taking my call from home, and it really shouldn’t last too long.”

“You sure that’s OK with the guys?” Nari asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Nari looked at him, unconvinced. “All of the guys?”

Yoongi had infinite patience when it came to them, but if Jungkook stepped so much as his pinky toe out of line, he would clobber him.

“Of course.”

“...OK, then,” Nari replied. “Yeah. I guess I could come over for a little bit.”

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02: Saturday

Yoongi double-checked the number on the wall before pressing the doorbell. A friendly chime sifted through the air, and Yoongi hummed the notes. Key of C. Fifth in the bass, second inversion. He didn’t know that doorbells could sound like that.

“Oh!” Nari exclaimed, jumping back at the sight of him.

“Sorry!” Yoongi responded, his eyebrows shooting up.

Nari laughed, shaking her palm at him. “No, no, I’m sorry. It’s just--- I was working.”

“Working on what?”

Nari smirked and let Yoongi inside.

His eyes searched the room. A sketchpad, colored pencils, and a blanket on a lived-in couch. A record player singing a soft vocal on top of muted brass. A cup of tea on the living room table. Yoongi’s face on her laptop as he danced in a music video.

“I was working on your look for the fall tour,” she explained, watching over to the sketchpad. She picked it up and showed him some of her designs. “It was a bit jarring to suddenly see you for real.”

Nari remembered that it was a bit jarring to see Yoongi at all, standing in her apartment and chuckling softly at the TV. “Wait, is everything OK?” she added. “Why are you here?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to see…”

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. He had something to ask, but now that Yoongi was seeing a little bit of what Nari’s life looked outside of the green room, he was almost too busy imagining what he might look like within it to remember to ask it.

“...Just wanted to see if you wanted to get some coffee. Or something.”

Nari smiled. “Hmm, might be interesting.”

“Might?”

Yoongi looked confused, unsure whether he should take that as a compliment or insult.

Nari laughed. “Of course I’d love to hang out with you. I just meant it might be interesting to sketch with you actually in front of me.” She walked around the room, shutting her laptop, turning off her record player, and gathering her things before walking to a bag hanging on a coat rack by the door. She started to pack her bag with art supplies and a reference book.

“What did you guys get up to last night?”

“The maknaes went to sleep. Hyungs drank more.” Yoongi smirked to himself. “Talked more.”

“About?”

The previous night’s extended drunken chat session with Hoseok and Namjoon had made some things clear. His feelings for her. That he wanted to act on them.

That he might need their help.

“Stuff,” Yoongi answered.

Nari slung her bag over her shoulder. Yoongi found her adorable, standing there in her oversized sweater and wearing that easy, friendly smile. “Where are we going?” she asked brightly.

Yoongi knew of a bakery with delicious coffee and even better pastries. The owner of the bakery was a sweet woman who met him when he was a trainee, and she quickly developed a soft spot for him and the rest of the guys. She often slipped them extra pastries that hadn’t quite turned out, or gave them unofficial discounts. The guys found over time that they could also rely on her discretion. Yoongi told Nari as much as he led her to the car waiting for them outside.

A short ride later, Nari and Yoongi were there. Yoongi was settling into his seat, and Nari asked him to watch her bag so that she could freshen up and wash her hands. “Ink and pencil shavings,” she told Yoongi, wiggling her color-stained fingers at him and making him smile. “Five minutes?”

Yoongi took advantage of this time to pull out his phone from his pocket and check in quickly with the boys.

“Yoongi! Good to see you. How are things?” Mrs. Ahn, the bakery owner asked, setting menus down on Yoongi and Nari’s place settings.

“Hi, Mrs. Ahn,” Yoongi answered, putting his phone away. “Good to see you, too. We’re OK, and the guys say hi.”

“We’ve got a different kind of company this time, huh?” she replied, eyeing the bag hanging on Nari’s empty chair.

Yoongi just smiled.

“Well, then, you won’t need these,” Mrs. Ahn said, taking the menus back. "I'll whip up something special."

Yoongi knew he could count on her.

“How’s the shop doing?” Yoongi asked, a bit concerned. “I knew we’d get some privacy, but… are we the only ones here today?”

“We’re managing,” Mrs. Ahn replied. “It’s been hard, but, you know how things are. We’re trying to stay optimistic.”

“Well, if there’s ever anything I can do to help, tell me,” Yoongi said sincerely. “You know how much we love you.”

Mrs. Ahn smiled sadly. “I do.” She cleared her throat. “Now, let me go get you something to enjoy. Something lovely. Speaking of which.”

She skittered off just as Nari returned to her seat.

“Is that her?” Nari whispered, smiling. “She so looks the part. Her flour-stained apron? Amazing.”

“You have no idea,” Yoongi said. “She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”

Nari pulled her sketchbook out and started to doodle a little cartoon of Mrs. Ahn in the corner. She picked the perfect shade of blue for Mrs. Ahn’s apron. She showed it to Yoongi, who beamed. Cute , he thought.

He watched her flip through the book and saw a picture of him paperclipped to a page. “You don’t have to settle for music videos or pictures of me in your notebooks. You can just call if you want to see me on the weekend.”

Nari laughed. “Narcissist,” she said, glancing at him and making him flustered. “I actually love the weekends because I don’t have to spend my day worrying about anyone else.”

“So, uh, what has your day been like today?” Yoongi asks.

“Pretty chill. Like any other Saturday.”

“And what is any other Saturday like?”

“I wake up whenever I want, eat whatever I want, and I sketch all day.” Nari looked up at Yoongi, then back down to her page. “It’s nice having you here though. I never get your eyes right.”

Yoongi blushed.

Nari looked up, smirking at his expression, and gazing intensely at him as she sketched.

Yoongi searched for his words.

Some words.

Any. Words.

“So… what do you call an exhausted bicycle?”

Jin raised his arms in success, and the others groaned from their respective rooms. All their doors were open, and their voices collected in the center of their apartment, the sound blending and spreading back out to them.

“What now?” Jungkook asked, keeping his eyes on his computer screen.

Jin was sitting on Jungkook’s bed, giving Jungkook updates from the group chat. Everyone was always pestering Jungkook to get on it more, even though they were never ten feet away from each other. Besides, Jungkook preferred being in the moment. He liked having conversations face-to-face.

Namjoon walked over from his room and leaned on Jungkook’s doorframe.

“I can’t believe he told one of your stupid jokes.”

“No, you can’t believe it worked, ” Jin beamed, as the rest of the guys started piling into Jungkook’s room, much to Jungkook’s annoyance.

“What’s the point, anyway?” Jungkook asked. “You’re probably just distracting him.”

“That is true,” Namjoon says, nodding.

“But he asked for our help,” Hoseok replied, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

“He has that work call coming up soon,” Namjoon reminded them. “All our texting might be taking time away from them.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “He might not have had time with her at all had it not been for us. Not even twelve hours ago, he wasn’t sure if he’d make a move at all.”

“It’s all worthless anyway,” Jungkook said, closing out of his game and turning to face the others. “It’s not like it could go anywhere.”

“Why do you say that?” Taehyung asked sadly.

Jungkook couldn’t believe he was being the most sensible one for a change. “Well, for starters, the minute we’d seriously start dating anybody, we’d definitely get shut down. And she works for the company. There’s no way this would be approved, even if Manager Sejin put himself on the line.”

“So you won’t even let him take the time to figure out what he’s feeling before thinking about how this affects you?” Jin asked.

“Don’t tell me you’re questioning our career trajectories,” Jungkook replied.

“Don’t tell me you can’t give Yoongi one Saturday,” Jin countered.

“Is it because you hate Nari-noona?” Jimin asked, wanting to get everything out in the open. “You’ve been so cold toward her this entire time.”

Jungkook blushed.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what’s crawled up your ass and died?” Jimin demanded. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this from the guy who once said that he’d know who his true love was if he heard a bell ringing upon their first encounter.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“Nothing.”

“But there’s something ,” Namjoon replied, “isn’t there?”

Jungkook’s screen flashed. He rolled his eyes and huffed.

“You made me lose this round. If you’re going to stay in here and meddle, keep the distractions to a minimum.”

Yoongi took in Nari’s finished sketch. He was mesmerized by her ideas. Each new concept that she brought to him was equal parts reflective and innovative. She knew him so well that she knew where he wanted to go next.

“Does the skirt scare you off?” Nari asked, unable to read Yoongi’s expression.

“No, I love it,” Yoongi mumbled.

“You always say that,” Nari laughed.

“You always have good ideas.”

Nari smiled at him. Yoongi brought out a creative side in her that had been evolving for quite some time. She had always been good with colors, patterns, fabrics, and tones. But she always struggled with identity and meaning. Her creations always looked amazing, but they didn’t always ring true. If Yoongi was anything, it was authentic. Working with such an honest person made the process more interesting. There was a centeredness that was always built in. Having him there to ground her gave her the allowance to play.

She tore the page out of her book and slid it past the empty coffee cups and icing-dotted plates across to Yoongi.

“Keep it.”

“What? Don’t you need this for work?”

“Just bring it in on Monday,” Nari laughed.

“Right,” Yoongi laughed sheepishly, reverently folding up the sketch and carefully placing it into his pocket.

“Everything OK?” Mrs. Ahn asked, as she came by to check in.

“Yes, everything was wonderful,” Nari replied. “Thank you so much.”

Yoongi smiled at Mrs. Ahn, who ruffled his hair.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“No,” Yoongi said regretfully. “I’ve got a call coming up.” He had set five alarms to get him to leave early, and the fifth one was about to make his phone buzz silently but violently in his pocket, urging him to get back to reality. “Just the check?”

“On the house,” Mrs. Ahn replied. “Tell the boys that I said hello, and bring them this.”

She placed a box of egg tarts on the table and smiled when Yoongi’s eyes grew wide.

“But you took these off the menu!”

“I’ve never had as many clients ask for them as you boys did,” Mrs. Ahn chuckled. She turned to Nari and handed a smaller box of the same desserts. “In case Yoongi doesn’t share,” she told her, with a wink.

Nari’s eyes twinkled when she smiled. “Thank you! That’s so kind!”

Mrs. Ahn patted Yoongi’s shoulder and floated away.

Nari watched fondly as Yoongi waited until she was out of sight before reaching for his wallet, pulling out a small envelope, and placing it under his empty plate.

“What’s that?” Nari asked.

“We do this dance with her every time,” Yoongi said, smirking and putting his wallet back. “She just hasn’t gotten it through her head that we aren’t exactly the same boys from before.”

“I think you are, when it comes to things like this,” Nari observed. “The things that count.”

Yoongi smiled. He didn’t have too many people in his life that would be so observant as to make that kind of statement, and he desperately wanted to shut off his phone, which was buzzing the sixth alarm, alerting him that spending any more time here would only further the daydream that he could stay there with Nari, eating cake and talking about art, for the rest of his life.

They got up, and Yoongi led her to the back exit, the same place they had slipped inside earlier, hopefully unnoticed.

“That was really fun,” Yoongi said, as they stood in the back alley.

“Yeah! Thanks for inviting me.” Nari reached into her bag for her headphones.

“We can give you a ride back,” Yoongi offered, nodding his head back over to his car and driver.

“That’s OK, I think I’ll walk to the park and sketch a while longer. I can grab the train home when I’m ready.”

“Sounds nice,” Yoongi replied, desperately wanting to be invited, but not being able to accept even if she did.

“Well, bye!”

Nari pulled him into a friendly hug, but something felt different. Yoongi’s fingers tenderly brushed against her torso as he surrounded her, and it made her heart quicken. They stood there like that for a moment longer, telling them both that something else was happening.

They pulled away slightly, and Yoongi’s deep eyes focused on Nari’s.

Their heads moved close and closer together.

Their lips barely touched.

But they met again, this time with full intention and curiosity.

Yoongi’s hands traveled down to Nari’s waist, and Nari’s arm circled around Yoongi’s neck. His tongue traced her bottom lip, and her mouth opened invitingly, her own tongue meeting his with excitement. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he pulled her closer by her waist. His hands were starting to move up and down now, and she was starting to get a little sweaty.

Nari pulled away. “Wait,” she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Yoongi already knew what was going through her head. He had thought about it over and over again, trying to figure out some solution that would let him explore this attraction affecting his work. Now that he knew she was willing to explore at least a little of that with him, he felt greedy and impulsive.

“I have to go, but I don’t want to say goodbye yet, if that makes any sense,” Yoongi admitted.

Nari smiled, a little embarrassed. “I don’t think I want to say goodbye yet either.”

“Then come over,” Yoongi said, uncharacteristically eagerly, making Nari feel even more embarrassed and shy. “I’m taking my call from home, and it really shouldn’t last too long.”

“You sure that’s OK with the guys?” Nari asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Nari looked at him, unconvinced. “ All of the guys?”

Yoongi had infinite patience when it came to them, but if Jungkook stepped so much as his pinky toe out of line, he would clobber him.

“Of course.”

“...OK, then,” Nari replied. “Yeah. I guess I could come over for a little bit.”

“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Jungkook insisted for the millionth time.

None of them seemed to believe him.

“It’s just… I don’t think it will be good in the end,” Jungkook persisted, trying but failing to come up with a legitimate reason why he couldn’t go along with this adventure and see this from the light-hearted perspective that everyone else seemed to.

“But how could you possibly know?” Taehyung asked.

“And does it matter?” Jimin added.

“It matters because it’s Yoongi,” Jungkook answered. “He’s gotten better over time about it, especially with us, but he never voices what he’s feeling. You know that saying? Something about lakes or rivers being, like, murky? You don’t know what’s in them?”

“Still waters run deep,” Namjoon answered knowingly.

“Exactly,” Jungkook replied. “If this is going to be doomed from the start, then why encourage him? He’s just going to get anxious about it and retreat into his own mind again. And I don’t want that to happen.”

“Well, it’s happening!” Jin exclaimed, peering at his phone. “They’re on their way here!”

“What?” Hoseok asked, staring back at his phone. “I took my eye off the group chat for one second!”

Jungkook stared at the group, disappointed that he lost everybody to the text thread yet again.

“Guys! What about what I said? Don’t you agree?” He sighed. “If I were in his position, wouldn’t you be telling me what I just said?”

“Jungkookie, honestly, you can be too much sometimes,” Jin said resolutely, putting his phone in his pocket. “Even if this doesn’t lead to some fairy tale ending, Yoongi deserves the chance to connect with whomever he wants.”

He stood and left the room, and Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin followed closely behind.

Namjoon walked over to Jungkook and leaned on his desk.

“Jin-hyung’s right,” he said, making his voice as soft and low as possible to cushion the blow.

“That I’m being too much?” Jungkook asked quietly, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised in concern.

“Nah,” Namjoon said softly, smiling reassuringly and ruffling Jungkook’s hair. “That we need to let Yoongi do what he wants to do, and just be here in case things don’t pan out the way he wants them to. Just like we’d do for anyone else.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. He seriously doubted that anybody would give him the same benefit of the doubt. If he were in the same situation, his hyungs would be talking to him with clear heads. They’d remind him that he could get in serious trouble. That he can’t just think about himself.

“C’mon,” Namjoon said. “Let’s go clean up the living room.”

Soon, the front door unlocked.

Jimin ran to the door, excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet.

The door opened, and an already annoyed Yoongi stared at him as he and Nari entered the foyer.

“Nari-noona, what a nice surprise!” Jimin exclaimed, smiling almost too openly.

“Hi, Jiminie,” Nari chirped, stepping inside and giving him a hug.

“How was your date?”

Yoongi elbowed Jimin in the stomach.

“Day! How was your day? ” Jimin corrected, as Yoongi stepped out of his boots, and as Nari unlaced her shoes and placed them by the door.

“Fun,” Nari said, standing up and adjusting her bag’s strap on her shoulder. “We got coffee. And I met Mrs. Ahn. She seems wonderful.”

Jimin tried to catch Yoongi’s eyes, but he was staring at the floor, looking shy.

“She’s the best, isn’t she?” Jimin asked. “Right, Yoongi-hyung?”

Nari looked at Yoongi for a response, and Yoongi finally looked at Jimin, who was gesturing to his own shoulder, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt as if to pull it off, and looking insistent about something.

“Yeah, uh, she gave us these?” Yoongi said, holding up the egg tarts and scrunching up his face to tell Jimin that he had no idea what he was trying to tell him.

Nari turned back to Jimin, who abruptly stopped gesturing and smiled.

“Can I hang your bag and jacket up?” Jimin asked, glaring at Yoongi for a moment.

“Oh, sure, thanks!”

Yoongi blushed, embarrassed that it was Jimin who thought to hang her bag in the closet near the front door.

Jimin followed as Yoongi and Nari made their way to the living room.

Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon were piled together on the couches, and they might have pulled off this air of nonchalance if Hoseok hadn’t been bouncing excitedly in the armchair, his eyes sparkling and waiting to see Nari.

“Noona!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and wrapping his arms around her.

Everyone else, other than Jungkook, cheered and greeted her.

Jimin joined them. While still standing behind Nari, Jimin looked at her from head to toe, still slightly frowning at her wardrobe choice.

“You seem pretty excited to see someone from work on one of your rare days to yourself,” Nari chuckled, hugging Hoseok back and smiling at him when they pulled away.

“I see these idiots every day,” Hoseok said, glancing back at the rest of the gang. “You should have just stayed the night. We could have done something fun.”

“Well, let’s do that now, then,” Namjoon said, smiling.

“I have that call,” Yoongi said, gesturing to his room. “I’ll be quick.”

“You can take your time,” Nari replied, smiling knowingly.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Their eye-fucking wasn’t lost on Jimin. “We’ll take care of her for you,” he chimed in with a wink.

As Nari followed Namjoon to check out their games and movies by the TV, Yoongi went to his room, slapping Jimin a few times in annoyance. Jimin shielded the blocks, laughing silently and sending Yoongi on his way with a kick to the butt.

Yoongi could hear them already starting to pick up the banter they had established the previous night, and he felt calm enough to shift his attention to this work call.

He sat down at his desk and opened his laptop, navigating to his schedule and opening the meeting invite. After a few minutes, the new artist that he was collaborating with joined him, and they started talking shop.

But a small part of Yoongi wasn’t in the conversation. There was a part of Yoongi that was listening to the sounds muffled by his door, reveling in Nari’s laugh when it would stand out from the others, making him fight the urge to smile for what this artist would consider seemingly no reason.

Yoongi and this artist were talking about whether the hook should be played on piano or guitar; Yoongi didn’t want to think about his fingers on keys or strings, but on Nari’s collarbones. The artist wondered about the tempo, but Yoongi wanted to know whether Nari liked being fucked slow and romantically, or fast with furor. Conversation shifted to a key change, but Yoongi wanted to know what key Nari’s voice fell into when she was moaning in ecstasy.

The call ended, and Yoongi shut his laptop. He looked around, even though he knew no one was there, and he nonchalantly slid his fingers down the leg of his pants, feeling the outline of his hard cock.

He couldn’t believe how aroused he was just off of Nari’s giggles echoing throughout the house.

He licked his lips and closed his eyes, remembering their kiss from earlier. He wondered how long it would be until he could get her there, into his room, and pick back up where they left off.

Nari wasn’t sure who had suggested a scary movie, but Hoseok was loudly explaining to her how fun it was going to be to try and get Yoongi to watch the entire thing without hiding his eyes.

The movie started off slow, establishing with various levels of success the story of a house haunted by children who had been murdered there by some unknown spirit. A family had moved in, slowly learning the truth about its past.

A ghost suddenly appeared on the screen, made scarier by the horrible blast of noise shaking through the speakers.

Everybody screamed, and Nari and Yoongi jumped violently, the two of them reached out to each other, grasping tightly, Nari even burying her face in Yoongi’s chest to hide from the screen. Yoongi was trying hard to seem confident while stroking Nari’s hair, watching the screen and narrating what was happening as nonchalantly as possible. Nari would mutter curse words into Yoongi’s sweater, making everybody, especially Yoongi, laugh. Then, Nari would muster up enough courage to dare to look at the screen, just as soon as the next scary thing happened in the movie. Everyone would scream, and the cycle would repeat itself.

From just off to the side, Jungkook watched them. Their closeness.

Yoongi started to nudge Nari off of him. “Where are you going?” she protested. “I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom! I’ll be right back!” Yoongi exclaimed, running awkwardly.

Nari looked around at everyone else already cuddled up next to someone else, and her eyes unexpectedly met Jungkook sitting on the floor, his arms around only a pillow.

“Jungkook-ah,” she said, gesturing for him to take Yoongi’s place.

He just stared at her, but she insisted. “I’m never going to make it through this movie without some help,” she said, reaching out to him.

Jungkook paused before sitting in Yoongi’s seat. Nari grasped onto him just as she had held onto Yoongi, gathering the fabric of his sweater in her fists and hiding her face in his chest. She reached for Jungkook’s hand, placing it around her.

A demon popped up on screen for a particularly scary jump scare. Nari hugged Jungkook closer to her. Jungkook instinctively slid down in his seat and embraced her, one hand cradling her head and positioning her so that her temple rested against his cheekbone, the other clutching her upper arm.

The moment passed, and the group laughed at their collective reactions.

Nari slowly opened her eyes and peered up at Jungkook, looking softly at him, surprised at how he was holding her, rubbing light, comforting circles on her shoulder.

He smiled shyly.

Nari returned the smile and looked down at his hand on her shoulder, then back at Jungkook. Her expression changed a little. Jungkook couldn’t describe how, but it made him stop patting her shoulder. Her skin was so soft. He rested his hand for a second before slowly running his hand up and down her forearm. She bit her lip, mesmerized by his touch.

“I’m back! What did I miss?” Yoongi called, running back into the room. As the others caught him up on the story, Jungkook and Nari broke away, Jungkook sliding down to sit on the floor. Yoongi took his seat and hugged Nari close to him. She settled into his embrace, looking at Jungkook and smiling thankfully before turning to watch the movie.

Jungkook pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged his thighs, facing the screen as if he were watching, but actually spent the rest of the movie completely lost in his own thoughts.

Namjoon startled him back to reality when he stood and said, “OK, I’m hungry. Should we order something for dinner?”

“Pizza?” Jin asked, and everyone agreed.

“Easy enough,” Namjoon replied, pulling out his phone and placing the order.

He spoke too soon. Everyone always forgot that it took them at least twenty minutes for everybody to just to agree on the first topping to add.

In the chaos, Yoongi stood and pulled Nari to her feet.

“Wanna check out my room?” he asked quietly.

Nari smiled and nodded. She had been thinking non-stop about the kiss that she and Yoongi shared earlier that day. She wondered if Yoongi was thinking the same thing.

They quietly slipped away, though Jungkook’s doe eyes followed them until they disappeared down the darkened hall.

“Let’s put it to a vote,” Hoseok suddenly said. “Pepperoni, raise your hand.” He quickly counted the hands raised. “Sausage, raise your hand.” He quickly counted the hands and furrowed his brow.

“Two of us didn’t vote?”

“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung replied, causing Jungkook to turn back to the group.

“Huh?”

“Pepperoni or sausage?”

“...Both?”

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jin asked.

Jimin’s eyes sparkled. “Wait. Did they go to his room?”

Everyone except Jungkook exchanged excited glances.

“Oh shit,” Jimin muttered, looking down the hall. “I have half a mind to sit outside that door and listen.”

“Leave him be,” Namjoon laughed. “Alright. I went ahead and put both pepperoni and sausage on it.”

“I bet Yoongi-hyung’s going to put both his pepperonis and his sausage on it too,” Jin replied.

“How saucy,” Hoseok added.

Jin’s eyes widened. “Hobi! Good man!”

They high-fived.

“You guys are so immature,” Jungkook grumbled ironically, standing and heading in the opposite direction, back towards his room.

Jin rolled his eyes, and Namjoon watched him go with concern.

“What’s up with him?” Hoseok asked.

“You know how he feels sometimes,” Taehyung said simply, shrugging and slinking down into the couch. “Territorial?”

“Left out?” Jimin asked.

“Jealous,” Jin said wisely.

When Yoongi kissed Nari, it felt like he was tumbling into her, freefalling in the best way possible.

They were lying in his bed, and he found it hard to realize that this was actually happening.

“You have no clue how many times I’ve thought about this, exactly this,” Yoongi tells Nari, his hands running up and down her body.

“I almost wish you had said something sooner,” Nari replied. “But there’s something about finding it out now.”

Yoongi grinned. He liked taking his time with things. He appreciated someone who could understand that.

“Can you imagine me here?” Yoongi asked.

“What, lying here, stroking yourself, thinking of me and aching to get to sleep?” Nari whispered between kisses, as Yoongi removed his shirt.

He brought Nari up by the shoulders to help her wriggle out of her own.

“What about sitting in that chair,” Yoongi added, lifting the fabric up off of her, “on a work call, trying not to get hard at the sound of you giggling in the living room.”

Nari laughed. “You touched yourself on a fucking conference call?”

Yoongi smiled.

“Not exactly. But not far off.”

Nari kissed Yoongi deeply.

“And to think, all I saw when I first laid eyes on you was a little ball of anxiety.”

Yoongi laughed, similarly surprised that he was so sure of himself as things were unfolding.

“I think it’s because I feel a certain way about you,” Yoongi answered.

Nari softened and smiled at him. “I feel it, too.”

They kissed again, and Nari wondered if it had been building up inside of her in the same way. The stylist team at work often noticed that she would spend just a little too much time on her ideas. They teased her for talking to Yoongi all the time, or staying after each shoot to make sure that Yoongi was showered and going home, when technically, she didn’t have to do any of that. She always told them that it was part of her process to establish a fun, safe, trusting feeling for her clients. She didn’t realize that through that process, she was developing feelings of her own.

Yoongi reached for her pants and helped her shimmy out of them. As he undressed, he gazed as Nari laid back in his bed in nothing but her bra and panties, and he sighed. Her hair was out of its bun and framing her so beautifully. Her body was so curvy and soft, her breasts and thighs firm, and her skin so golden and delicate. Though the guys would destroy him for this, he couldn’t help but be a little sappy. He’d wanted this for so long. To know that she wanted him back made it worth the wait.

Nari hadn’t looked at Yoongi like this before. There were several fittings and test shoots where she had helped him quick change and look his best. But now, she fully appreciated his lithe frame, his surprisingly built chest, and his toned muscles throughout his body. Her eyes searched his beautiful neck, sloping down into his shoulders and biceps, down his lean belly, and down to his firm legs.

Their lips found each other again, and Yoongi’s dexterous fingers started working their magic on her breasts, down her body, and over the cloth on her pussy.

“Oh, Yoongi, that feels so good,” Nari panted, moving her hips with him.

“I want to know what you taste like,” he whispered. “Can I find out?”

Nari smiled and licked her lips. She nodded, and she ran her hands through his hair as he slid down her body, kissing his way to her warmth.

He slid her panties down and licked the front of her pussy, making her giggle. And then his tongue found its way into her folds, and he slurped excitedly, enjoying the syrupy, lilac taste.

“Hell,” he whispered, “you’re even more delicious than I imagined.”

Nari took a moment to take off her bra before she caringly stroked his hair as he reveled in her taste, taking care to cover each inch of her. He didn’t know if he’d get another chance. He spent so much time on her that she came over and over again, whispering his name each time.

He pressed his cock into his mattress as she came again, her hips lurching up and pressing her clit into Yoongi’s nose. He shook his head gently, and she shivered.

“Make me come with your cock next,” Nari whispered.

Yoongi jumped to his feet, bent down, and kissed her.

“Start making a list of what you want after that,” he said, and she smiled.

Her mind raced as Yoongi slowly thrust into her, opening her up bit by bit. He was so long, and he stretched her out with his thickness. She moaned as he started moving his hips, swaying gently. He was so calm and present. She could feel his soulful eyes searching her for signs. Signs that she was enjoying herself, which she was, and which she moaned to him. Signs that he was getting the vibe right, which he was, and which she reassured him with lots of kisses and “yes”es. Signs that it was more than just the present moment, too, that this was potentially fueled by something deeper.

Which it was.

And which she confirmed when she came, fully, and happily. She pulled him into her, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply, unable to get enough of him, even saying, “Let’s do this all night. Let’s do this all weekend. Fuck, let’s just keep doing this until we pass out.”

Yoongi chuckled, kissing her playfully. “OK, then. What next?”

Jungkook laid back in his own bed, arms folded and lips formed into a pout.

His mind was racing in frustration. He couldn’t figure out exactly why he was so upset, but he knew that the idea of Yoongi and Nari tucked away in some space that he couldn’t get to was making it worse.

He was so annoyed that he ignored Jin’s repeated knocks on the door to let him know that the pizza had arrived, and then that the guys were finishing up dinner, and then that he would be putting the leftover pizza in the fridge in case he wanted any.

Usually, Jungkook would come running whenever one of his hyungs called. Today, Jungkook indulged. He unabashedly let his selfish side rule his temperament.

He closed his eyes, and he saw a flash of Nari’s face.

He opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling.

Her touch had felt so… soft.

He closed his eyes, and he could see the movie from his vantage point, Nari curled into him.

She smelled so good.

Jungkook felt his cock waking, as if sensing that he needed some sort of release.

He felt the outline of his growing member against his shorts.

He closed his eyes, and he could imagine Nari looking up at him with a wanting expression.

His cock seemed to be buzzing at the thought.

He wondered what she looked like underneath it all. Were her breasts as firm as they felt in her sweater? Was her skin as soft as the skin on her hands? Did she have any other freckles, like the one on her cheek?

He rubbed his hard cock, slipping his fingers under his waistband and starting to milk precum from his slit.

What about her pussy? What did it look like? Was it full and plump? Was it cute and shy? Was it a hidden treasure only for those who were worthy to dare to open her up, or was it in full bloom like a rose begging for anyone to stop and smell it?

He licked his lips and let his jaw go slack.

He was stroking his cock so hard that he worried he might hurt himself.

He squeezed tightly, and he finally felt a sweet release, the frustration and annoyance magically lifted as his cock spurt out bead after bead of sticky cum on his abs. He ran his hand across them, cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.

He rolled over, eyelids heavy with the threat of sleep.

What might her kiss taste like?

Hours later, Jungkook woke up, a little discombobulated about where he was and what he was doing before he fell asleep.

When he saw what time it was, he tried to roll over and find sleep again.

After a while, he decided that he couldn’t, and he tried to listen to his body. It seemed to work well just before.

Jungkook shuffled into the kitchen. He thought of Nari holding onto him, and the soft look in her eyes. It had been ages since someone had been wrapped around him like that. His mind had been so focused on other things that he hadn’t really realized what he had been robbed of for so long.

He looked at the leftover pizza and decided that what he was feeling wasn’t that kind of hunger. He looked through the selection of drinks that they had, but then decided just to grab a glass of water. He turned on the tap, and he thought he heard someone laugh.

He furrowed his brow. He was pretty sure everyone was asleep.

He stopped the tap and leaned back on the kitchen counter. He drank lazily, some drops escaping out of the corners of his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Another laugh.

Or maybe a whine?

He followed the noise to Yoongi’s room. The door was slightly open. Jungkook went to push through it and ask what Yoongi was up to, maybe admonish him for pulling yet another all-nighter on a day off.

But the sight of Nari on her back, lapping up Yoongi’s enormous cock, and Yoongi on top of her, head buried in her pussy, stopped him.

Jungkook averted his eyes at first, but something kept him crouched there, in the darkness. He leaned his back against the adjacent wall, daring to take a second look in the sliver of light.

Nari looked like she was in absolute ecstasy. Yoongi’s head moved rhythmically against her flesh, and if her mouth weren’t completely full with Yoongi’s dick, her full-throated moans would definitely have woken everybody up.

Suddenly, Yoongi’s head jerked up, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, while biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered, before diving back into her.

Jungkook’s cock hardened painfully in his shorts. He instinctively placed his hand on himself, feeling his firm length run along his thigh. He closed his eyes and let out a little gasp of air, his breath shaking.

Yoongi lifted himself off and out of Nari, turning around and kissing her deeply. His hands ran down her body and to her pussy, his delicate fingers carefully opening her up and releasing some of the wetness that was already pouring out of her.

Jungkook wondered how many times Nari had come that night.

His cock twitched at the thought.

Nari was whispering something to Yoongi, who smirked and whispered something back.

Jungkook desperately wanted to know what they were saying.

Nari’s hand reached for Yoongi’s cock, slowly rubbing him, and then eventually matching Yoongi’s steading increasing pace of rubbing circles around Nari’s clit.

They kept their eyes locked on each other, taking turns between kissing and gazing at each other.

Jungkook found it interesting, the way that they were having sex. Chalk it up to youth, energy, or personality, but Jungkook usually spent very little time in foreplay. When he wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck, fast and hard, racing toward release. But Yoongi and Nari seemed as if they were simply having a conversation. As if they were just enjoying the ride. It almost seemed as if it didn’t matter whether an orgasm came or not.

And if it did, which it seemed to, often, it was a different kind of orgasm. A fuller kind. One that didn’t rattle the bedposts, but rattled their bones.

Yoongi could do both, Jungkook noticed, as Yoongi’s hips started to meet Nari’s with increasing speed and force. They were lying on their sides now, and Jungkook could see Nari’s full body. Her amazing breasts, full and popping out against Yoongi’s tight grip. Her curvy waist, which was hidden under all those sweaters. Her thick legs, with thighs that Jungkook desperately wanted to grab and bite.

He was jealous of Yoongi’s leg, wrapped around one of those thighs to help him hit her at an angle that was making her reach for and moan into a pillow.

Jungkook stroked his cock lightly through his clothes. He thought about how sweet that release had been earlier. How just thinking of Nari pressed up against his chest made him so hot, made it so hard for him to breathe. He wondered what it might feel like, being sandwiched between the two of them. His hands on Nari’s thighs. Yoongi’s leg draped over him.

As if responding to Jungkook’s daydream, Yoongi smiled and opened his eyes, and for a quick moment, he and Jungkook caught each other in a glance.

Jungkook immediately fell back and into the darkness, scrambling for a moment to get to his feet.

Yoongi furrowed his brow and slowed his pace.

Nari whined, but Yoongi kept his eyes on the slightly open door. He leaned down to kiss her, and he slowly slipped out of her.

“Wait,” Nari said, reaching out for him.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” Yoongi replied.

“What?” Nari asked, still so close, and very confused at Yoongi’s decision-making. “Is this like, an edging thing that you do, or---”

“No, just give me a second,” Yoongi replied. He looked at her fondly. “I think it’ll be worth it. Be right back.”

Nari sighed in frustration and placed her hand on her pussy, lightly touching it so as to preserve the moment.

Yoongi got up and grabbed his robe from the inside of his closet. He put it on and tied the belt around his waist. He went into the hall in search of the curious maknae.

He found him out on the darkened balcony, desperately trying to calm himself down.

“Jungkook-ah?” Yoongi asked, causing him to jump. “Sorry,” he added.

Once Jungkook settled down, he froze, keeping his hands on the railing and his legs firmly in the lunging stance that he was taking, discreetly pressing his cock against the cool wall of the balcony.

“So. You caught us.”

Jungkook looked up at the sky.

“We’ve been at it for a while,” Yoongi admitted.

Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Well,” Yoongi smiled, sweat drenched. He stood next to Jungkook, leaning back against the railing. “Don’t just stand there. Tell me. What’d you think?”

Jungkook’s eyes fell to Yoongi in surprise.

“W-what?”

“What’d you think about what you saw?” Yoongi asked again, folding his arms.

“Uh…”

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he should lie and insist he didn’t see anything, or if he should answer the question honestly.

“I know I saw you,” Yoongi doubled down. “Peeping at us like a little perv.”

Jungkook frowned.

“I’m just teasing. It’s OK. Tell me what you thought.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook said. “I guess I…”

“Well, did you like what you saw?” Yoongi asked, his voice deeper now.

Jungkook nodded slowly.

“How did you feel?” Yoongi asked.

“Um… good.”

Yoongi licked his lips. Jungkook could be annoyingly cute, and he looked especially annoyingly cute there in the moonlight, his eyes wide with intrigue.

“Hmm.”

Yoongi stepped forward.

“Show me.”

“What?” Jungkook asked softly, more eager than confused.

“Show me how good you felt.”

Jungkook smirked.

“I’ll show you how good I felt, too,” Yoongi offered, if that would help.

Jungkook thought about it for a moment. And then he stepped back from the balcony wall, showing Yoongi how hard his cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts.

Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook. “Can I…?”

Jungkook nodded fiercely. He was getting off on not just the sights and sounds, but also the fact that Yoongi wanted something to do with him. That Yoongi wanted to feel him. That Yoongi was bringing him into something that none of the others were invited to.

Yoongi pressed his still-wet fingers onto Jungkook’s length, and Jungkook closed his eyes at his touch. It had been so long since someone felt him there, and the way Yoongi was doing it was imbued with the same sense of presence that he saw him filling Nari up with. The release was secondary. What mattered was right here, right now. The perfect level of pressure. The soft grip sending shockwaves through his hips, making him want to move them.

“Mmm.”

Jungkook smiled at Yoongi’s approval.

“You can, too,” Yoongi said, looking back up at Jungkook and turning his hips to face him.

Jungkook’s heart started pounding.

“I can…?” Jungkook asked.

“Whatever,” Yoongi tried to clarify. “You can do whatever you want, I mean.”

Yoongi started rubbing the head of Jungkook’s cock, making Jungkook’s eyes close.

Jungkook smiled devilishly, making Yoongi chuckle.

“That look. No wonder everybody loses it over you,” Yoongi remarked.

Jungkook reached forward and held onto Yoongi’s cock, still fully erect and full of Nari’s warmth.

“God,” Jungkook sighed, starting to rub him through the robe.

Yoongi’s head lolled back in a circle, his eyes flashing open after one slow, dreamy rotation.

They grunted at each other, surprised at how good it felt.

“Have you…”

Jungkook glanced at the living room. No one else was awake, as far as he could tell.

“Have you done this with anyone else?” he went on.

Yoongi shrugged.

“Kind of.”

Jungkook’s wide eyes made Yoongi chuckle again.

“What do you mean?” he asked impatiently.

“When we were younger,” Yoongi said, the effect of Jungkook’s strong hands traveling up his dick and into his torso making it hard for him to form sentences. “We’d. Y’know. Help each other out.”

“No one ever helped me out,” Jungkook muttered.

Yoongi sighed. “It was different with you, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook frowned.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to stay that way, though,” Yoongi added.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised.

Yoongi took another step into Jungkook, the tip of his dick just grazing Jungkook’s strong thigh.

Jungkook found himself leaning down to meet his lips, and he and Yoongi shared a quick kiss.

They pulled away from each other, and they smiled. It didn’t feel as weird as either of them thought it might be.

They met again for another kiss, this time, deeper.

Yoongi pulled away excitedly, getting heated.

“Do you want to join us?” he asked.

Jungkook bit his lip.

“I’ve never…”

Yoongi nodded. “If you’re uncomfortable---”

“Wait, I want to,” Jungkook clarified. “I’m just not sure how to, I guess.”

“It isn’t any different than how it normally goes,” Yoongi remarked.

Jungkook smiled.

Yoongi released his grip on Jungkook’s cock and smiled. “OK then.”

Jungkook excitedly followed Yoongi through the darkness, back to his room, and back to Nari, who was still rubbing herself and squirming in Yoongi’s sheets.

“Fuck, finally, I thought---”

Nari hurriedly covered herself when she saw Jungkook’s eyes peeking out at her from just behind Yoongi.

“No, wait,” Yoongi purred, removing his robe.

Nari blinked up at him, starting to drool at the sight of Yoongi’s cock.

She turned to Jungkook.

Jungkook smiled awkwardly, making her giggle.

And then he reached up and back, grasping the spine of his shirt, and pulled it forward and up off of him in one slick motion.

Nari always blushed when she saw Jungkook changing in the green room. His chest was so firm and strong. His frame was amazing. His body was so chiseled and perfect. It made sense that he was an idol.

But with him standing there in front of her like this, now removing his shorts and letting his cock spring out at her, she realized she had only seen him at half-intensity. Now, it was absolutely beaming at her, haloed in the glow from Yoongi’s lamp.

The two of them standing there like that was so unreal. They weren’t just idols. They were visions.

Nari wondered if she were in some sort of fever dream. If she were, she didn’t want to leave it.

Nari dropped the sheets from around her and reached out to them.

Yoongi smiled at Jungkook. He climbed into bed behind Nari, where he was, and slipped into her again, happy that she had kept herself wet while waiting for him.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered. Though the words went into Nari’s ear, they also shot right to Jungkook’s rigid cock, throbbing with anticipation.

Nari bit her lip and moaned at Yoongi’s touch, and then she opened her eyes again at Jungkook, motioning for him to lie in front of her.

Jungkook joined them, and Nari pulled him into a generous kiss, making him feel warm and welcome.

Nari was shivering, and Jungkook wondered if it was because she was cold. He almost reached down for the blanket when he noticed that Yoongi was rubbing her clit while he was fucking her, and she was so close.

Yoongi’s eyes met Jungkook’s, and he smirked.

Just when Nari was about to come, Yoongi snapped his wrist away, and his hips stilled.

“Aw, Yoongi, you fucker, you are into this edging shit, aren’t you,” Nari complained, tearing her lips away from Jungkook’s as she sweat profusely.

Yoongi snickered and bit her upper arm, making her moan.

Jungkook’s instinct was to pick up where Yoongi left off, placing his hand on her pussy, making Nari’s eyes widen in surprise. He was rougher and faster, moving up and down rather than in circles.

Nari kissed Jungkook appreciatively, moaning a little when he started adding more pressure.

Yoongi smiled at Jungkook, who kept his eyes open and trained on Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi rested his head on Nari’s shoulder as Jungkook and Nari kissed.

And he reached over for Jungkook’s cock, starting to stroke it like Jungkook had wished he would have done on the balcony.

Jungkook leaned his head back and let out a high-pitched moan, and Nari started kissing his neck.

The three of them lay there like that, the waves of their journey flowing from sweet and sensual, to erratic and erotic.

Nari came too many times to count as they played with her, sometimes taking turns as the other watched, and sometimes both of them simultaneously filling her from every angle. For a while, her mouth was wrapped around Jungkook’s cock while Yoongi took her from behind. Then, Jungkook sat up and let Nari rest against him, his hands in her hair and lips parting her lips as Yoongi nestled between her legs and pumped into her, licking wet circles around her nipples. Jungkook loved the way that Nari kissed, so sweetly, and yet so passionately. Then, Nari let her hands do the work while Jungkook and Yoongi shared deep kisses like the one outside.

After this, she turned to Yoongi and started to kiss him deeply. They shared a knowing glance, and Nari looked back to Jungkook, wiggling her ass as an invitation.

Jungkook licked his lips and lined up, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock to start.

She moaned. Jungkook was just a little thicker than Yoongi, though a little less refined. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel more. Jungkook sunk into her bit by bit, and Yoongi moaned encouragingly as he watched them.

“God, you take me so god,” Jungkook muttered.

Yoongi smirked, and Nari giggled.

“You talk during?” he asked.

Jungkook blushed.

“It’s sexy,” Nari admitted, blushing a little herself.

“You hear that, Jungkook-ah? You’re sexy,” Yoongi echoed playfully.

Jungkook smiled proudly.

“You gonna fuck me?” Nari went on, picking up on what Jungkook liked.

Jungkook refocused and leaned forward.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything other than your heart pounding,” he replied, slapping her on the ass and making her lurch forward into Yoongi’s kiss.

“Shit,” Yoongi breathed.

Jungkook started pounding her, Nari letting out little sobs between kisses with Yoongi.

Yoongi’s fingers found their way to her clit, and Nari’s fingers found their way to Yoongi’s cock. They rubbed and stroked each other at the same pace that Jungkook was fucking her, and the three of them shared kisses and groans of pleasure, the three of them telling each other what they liked, and what they wanted.

“Right there, right there. Don’t stop.”

“Move like this for me.”

“Jesus, how are you doing that.”

Nari whined warningly, starting to quiver in a different way.

“I think I’m gonna… oh god… I can’t hold it… I’m sorry...”

Yoongi smiled excitedly. “You gonna squirt for us?”

Nari nodded quickly, and Jungkook looked at Yoongi, a little nervous. He’d had his fair share of sex, but he’d never made anybody squirt before.

Yoongi looked at him encouragingly, placing a hand on Jungkook’s cheek.

“Let’s make her feel good,” Yoongi whispered, as he continued rubbing her.

Jungkook nodded, pounding into her.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m so close,” Nari panted.

“So am I,” Yoongi whispered, biting his lip.

Jungkook could feel his own orgasm creeping up from the backs of his legs, the backs of his thighs, up his ass cheeks, and up his spine, his eyes, jaw, shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach starting to clench. “Me too.”

Nari went first, almost wailing until Yoongi placed his lips on hers. She pressed his cock against her, and she gushed all over him, making him moan so deeply.

Yoongi came next, and Jungkook felt even more heated watching them writhe against each other, Nari licking some of Yoongi’s sweet, sticky cum from her fingers. She raised her hand up to Yoongi’s lips, and he licked himself off of her. Nari looked back to Jungkook to give him a taste as well. Jungkook let his tongue engulf Nari’s fingers, making her moan. Yoongi tasted like a savory cream puff, making Jungkook smile.

Yoongi did the same thing with Nari’s juices, licking his fingers and reaching down to her pussy to get more. He pressed his fingers onto her mouth, and she groaned at tasting herself. Yoongi held his fingers to Jungkook, who wrapped his tongue around them. They were so delicate yet strong.

Jungkook came hard, sucking on Yoongi’s fingers, tasting Nari, and filling her up with everything that had been building in him that day.

Nari reached down and brought Jungkook’s fingers to her entrance. As he seeped out of her, he used his fingers to collect himself. He reached up to Nari for a taste, and then to Yoongi. Jungkook tasted like candy with a salty aftertaste, like trail mix enjoyed in the comfort of your home. He licked her clean of himself and bit her thigh, sending her aftershocks.

They rested against each other, wrapped up in each other, their bodies alternatingly overheated with pleasure in some areas, and deliciously cool from being wet in others.

Jungkook’s voice croaked when he finally talked.

“That was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.”

Nari giggled.

“Well, get ready,” Yoongi said, looking at Nari and smiling.

Jungkook furrowed his brow. “For what?”

His eyes met Jungkook’s.

“We’ve still got one more day off.”

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Salty Baby

Chapter four

Authors note- I use the term daddy too liberally to the point where it has become a joke so I didn't think I could write this but here we are lol. If you want in on the taglist let me know. Don't be afraid to leave feedback I don't bite, not in a bad way anyway. Happy reading 💕

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Summary- When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn’t what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn’t going to pay your rent and college loans.

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings- smut, daddy kink, sugar baby/daddy dynamics, slight kink shaming, angst, spanking

Word count- 3.2k

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter five

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You woke up the next morning expecting to be on your sisters couch. You rubbed your eyes taking in your surroundings. Then you remembered, you were in Steve’s bedroom. His bed. You clenched your thighs when you felt the dull ache still present from last night’s activities.

You looked around to put something on. To cover your non-existent modesty. You grabbed a sweatshirt that was on top of his dresser. Hoping to be like one of those sexy girl in movies with their morning after glow.

You looked around his living room calling out for him. You didn’t get a chance to get a good look at his apartment last night. You were upset with your sister and then turned on by him.

His apartment, unlike Steve, looked like it didn’t have any personality. All the furniture looked generic, straight out of a IKEA catalogue. Something that caught your eye, the strip of photos you took with him in a photo booth at a fall festival you had been to.

You smiled at it your heart swelling. He was probably more crazy about you than you were about him.

There were a few old framed photo frames beside it. You recognized some of the people. One was of Steve, Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. And another of Steve and probably his best friend Bucky.

Steve always talked fondly of him. He was excited when he mentioned Bucky, but then he’d get this far away lost look in his eyes. If you could take his pain from him, you would. That’s not how it works though. You knew that better than anyone.

You jumped when Steve called your name. “In the kitchen” He yelled.

You entered the kitchen to see him cutting up strawberries. He was wearing a tight white tank top that left very little to your imagination. His usually combed hair now messed up.

“Good morning” He grinned widely at you.

You could certainly feel the afterglow radiating off of him. You felt a bit self conscious, you hadn’t brushed your teeth or made your hair. You were only wearing his sweatshirt that barely reached your legs and looked comically big on you.

“Good morning” You took a seat at the small table. “Oh I don’t drink coffee” You said looking at the cup of coffee in front of you.

“I know that’s for me” He winked at you “I made you some tea” He poured out your tea in a cup setting it in front of you.

You giggled at the smiley face he made on your pancake with strawberries and whipped cream “Thank you” you kissed his cheek.

You both ate your breakfast in what can only be described as comfortable silence. You didn’t feel like you had to talk or entertain him. You were still drained from everything that happened last night and the busy week you had.

“Here” he handed you a key after he had done the dishes.

You took it from him looked at him confused.

“It’s a key” He stated as if it’s a fact.

“I can see that” You deadpanned

“To my apartment. This apartment. I don’t know what you want to do but I’d like you to stay” He said awkwardly turning red. He was always cute like that. “It’s completely okay if you don’t want to. But you said you didn’t like living with your sister”

Which was true. You didn’t get a moments peace with your toddler nephews and your annoying sister. But then again she had always been good at taking advantage of you.

“I... Are you sure?” You asked fiddling with the keychain.

“Yeah. I uh.. have to leave though”

You whipped your head up “Where are you going?”

“Got called up on a mission for two days. Give or take a few. You can stay here as long as you like”

“I know you already said that” You were a bit sad at him leaving but grateful for his kindness.

You decided to stay with Steve at least for a couple of days. Maybe Anna would come to her senses and see just how much she needs you.

Steve dropped you off at your apartment wishing you luck. Which you needed. You’d rather not be here but you had to get your pills. You had been on them since you can remember. You were apprehensive about them at first but they helped control your anaemia. You couldn’t be careless with them now that you were actually sexually active. Your nephews served as excellent encouragement to take birth control.

You opened the door, which Anna forgot to lock as always, and walked into the living room. You hastily started stuffing some clothes, your books and your pills in a bag.

You cringed when you heard Anna call out your name. You turned around to see her glaring at you.

“Where were you last night?” She spat obviously still fuming at you.

“I was at my boyfriends” You continued packing your things. The sooner you’re out of here the better.

“Well where do you think you’re going now?” She folded her hands staring you down. As if that would stop you.

“I’m going to live with him from now on”

“What?!” she yelled you cringed again. “Who is this guy? I’ve never even met him. You’ve known him for a month! You know better than that” She said condescendingly shaking her head.

She had some nerve questioning your life choices. “Didn’t you and Brock have a shot gun wedding?”

“Doesn’t he live in Manhattan? How are you going to afford rent?” She evaded your question.

Steve would never even let you pay for popcorn you highly doubt he'd ask for rent. “You don’t have to worry about that” You strapped the bag onto your shoulders.

“You’ve known him for a month! Have you lost your mind!”

“I know him enough. I’m in love with him” you looked at her shocked at your own words. You had never told anyone you loved them. You had surely never been in love. There wasn’t much to not love about Steve. But would he feel the same way?

“Oh my god. You went and got yourself a sugar daddy”

“What the fuck is that? I don’t do those kind of things!” You had heard of it being a kink from your classmates and coworkers. However it never appealed to you.

“Yeah you made fun of me for letting men take care of me and now you’re doing the exact same thing”

“Whatever” You waved her off. You had packed as much as you could. You still had a few things left, but you could take care of them later. “Don’t I deserve to be taken care of? After everything I’ve been through?” You suppressed the urge to smack her when she rolled her eyes at you. “Can I say goodbye to the kids?” You asked.

They were little cretins but they were occasionally somewhat nice to you. After hugging them both, they probably couldn’t understand that you wouldn’t be living with them anymore, and some more glares and swears from Anna, you left deciding to never look back.

***

It had been over a month since your fight with Anna. You were still living with Steve. He had convinced you to quit your job at the cafe. It ate up too much of your time. You didn’t need the money now that you didn’t have to pay rent. You still had your job at your college library.

You had found, after doing a quick google search, that a sugar daddy is 'a rich older man who lavishes gifts on a young woman in return for her company or sexual favours'

Which was true for you and Steve. He was older than you, by almost a century. You weren’t sure if he was rich. You thought so but it was hard to tell with his simple and humble way of life. You never bothered to ask him because it didn’t really matter. He liked to buy you things. You accepted them to indulge him. It was hard to say no when he looked at you with those puppy eyes.

The search for what sugar daddy meant sent you into a deeper dive. Full of porn and erotica with women and men calling their partners daddy. You still couldn’t comprehend it’s appeal. Why would anyone be turned on by that?

You did clench your thighs together, rubbing them whenever you thought of Steve like that. He was somewhat of a ‘daddy’ in bed. In the way that he always took care of you, never letting you do too much work, always making you feel protected. You would be too exhausted from all the orgasms anyway.

It was very vanilla and conventional, you mostly only had soft slow missionary sex. Steve was afraid to hurt you which you understood. You weren’t keen on getting hurt either. Maybe some kinds of hurt weren’t so bad...

It maybe vanilla and boring to some people but to you it was passionate and satisfying in every way.

You were lying on your back, panting heavily from the multiple orgasms Steve had given you with his mouth.

You wiped your forehead with your right hand, catching a glimpse of the platinum bracelet he’d got you for your two month anniversary. He loved celebrating the little things in life. You would too if you were frozen in ice for seventy years.

He had taken you for that horse carriage he was so excited about and a nice dinner. You did feel bad about not getting him anything. However he didn’t seem to mind. You had to repay him somehow.

You felt him line himself up to your entrance. This has been the routine more or less for the past month. Almost everyday Steve would eat you out and then make love to you until you couldn’t even walk straight. He never even let you get a good look at his dick.

You abruptly stopped him sitting up straight. He looked at you confused. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

You gave him a evil smirk matched inversely by your big innocent eyes. You licked a strip up your hand all the while maintaining eye contact with him. Taking his thick length in your hand you started stroking it. Slowly and steadily building up your pace.

You had never sucked a cock before. You didn’t think you could, considering just how big and thick Steve was. But looking at the white creamy slick coming out of his angry red tip, you had to get a taste. You did owe him after all.

You placed a small kiss on the tip smearing some of his cum on your lips. You dragged you tongue over your bottom lip to get a taste. It was salty and musky. In a strange way it tasted a lot like Steve.

Feeling a bit more sure of yourself you licked a few stripes up his tip and then moved on to licking his slit.

Steve was cursing and moaning above you. He had bunched up your hair in his hand. He was always afraid to lose control, he had a reputation to maintain after all.

He grabbed a hold of your chin, making you look up at him. “You don’t have to do that” His hard cock in your hand and his shortness of breath betrayed his words.

You ignored him, continuing to lick him up and savor as much of his delicious taste as you can. Finally you took him in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. You couldn’t swallow him whole so you stroked the rest of his length with your hand.

He bunched up your hair in his hand tugging it before letting go and holding onto your shoulder.

You weren’t having it. You took his hand putting it on the back of your head. Silently asking him to fuck your face.

He choked a groan back when he looked down at you. His cock in your mouth, your beautiful eyes pleading him to fuck you. He used both his hand to grab onto your face stilling you. He thrusted himself in and out of your mouth, being careful not to be too hard, he didn’t want you choking on him. He directed you to fondle his balls. You complied. You always complied with him.

He felt himself on the edge of orgasm. But he didn’t want to come in your mouth. He pulled out of your mouth.

“I want your come in my mouth” You whined trying to swallow him whole again.

He smacked your hands away. He gave his cock a few strokes with his hand, much to your dismay. You just looked so cute scowling at him. “Some other time” He grunted giving his cock a some more strokes before stopping “let’s try something new. Get on your hands and knees” he ordered.

Like the good girl that you were you arched your ass presenting it to him. He grabbed and groped at it before sliding into you, which was fairly easy considering how soaked you were. He rutted in you for a while you whined and thrashed.

“Daddy” You moaned.

He stilled his thrusts. His hands still holding onto your hips. Did you say what he think you said?

“What did you say?” He asked just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.

You avoid him grinding onto his cock to distract him. He squeezed your hips, stopping your movements. Bending over he draped himself on your back. “What did you say?” He whispered in your hair.

“Daddy” You mumbled.

He kneeled back to his original position and carried on with his assault on your pussy. He spread your cheeks to get a good look at his cock sliding in and out of you. It was soaked in yours and his juices.

“Say it again” when you hesitated he gave a harsh slap to your asscheek. If you were going to call him daddy he had to act like one.

“Fuck daddy” You groaned “Spank me again” You begged.

He slapped your ass a couple more time before spreading them to look at the mesmerizing scene again.

“Oh god I’m going to come” You slithered and squirmed under him screaming profanities at him while he fucked you through your orgasm. Your hands and legs gave out. You dropped to your stomach trying hard to hold on for him

He felt himself tipping over the edge again. He bent down to hug you. He curled his hands under you one fondling your breast and the other stroking your stomach.

He always needed to be close to you when he filled you up. His thrusts because erratic, almost inhumane.

“I love you” he groaned as he came inside you, filling you up. He tried not to drop too much of his weight on you.

After a while he pulled out and covered you both with the comforter, spooning you.

“Hey you asleep?” he shifted a bit to get comfortable. With no answer from you “I meant it you know. I love you” he continued.

“I love you too” you murmured. It didn’t feel strange when the words rolled off of your tongue like you expected. It felt easy and safe. “You make me feel safe” You whispered shyly “And not just because you’re strong. But because you’re you...”

He smiled to himself. You made him feel safe as well. Safe to be himself and to not have to pretend. He kissed your hair feeling himself fall for you even harder.

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