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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Better Days ~ Chapter Nine

A/N: This is the follow up to Playing With Fire, but can be read as a standalone. I thought Frerin deserved a nice, steamy romp just like his older brother got with Leda, so this is his story. I know I’ve got like three other fics to update, but I thought maybe I’d throw this out there and see what everyone thought of it…

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it.

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings: Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Characters: Frerin, Thorin, Elena, Carol, Ashley, Vanessa, various patients, and a resident who gets chewed out.

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.8k

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Elena felt a pang of disappointment when she stepped onto the gym floor and saw what seemed like everyone in the world but Frerin there. Oh, well. It wasn't like they had a gym date. Besides, he worked nights. He had to be exhausted come six AM, so if he decided to go home and get some sleep, who could blame him?

Still, the disappointment was there and there was no denying. The best she could do was try to ignore it as she moved to the row of flat benches to claim one, setting her bag down beside the last empty one. Chest day was her worst, as it seemed if she missed a single workout, it sent her right back to the beginning, all progress lost.

She wiped down the bench and when it dried, settled to warm up with just the bar. She had been up to one hundred and twenty-five before she and Alyssa moved to Sidleburg, and as she placed the plates on the bar, she offered up a silent prayer she could still push that much weight.

After chalking her hands and lying flat, Elena gripped the bar and carefully lifted it from its rests. A little tough, but nothing she couldn’t handle, although by tenth rep, her arms were shaky. One-thirty was only slightly more difficult.

She realized halfway through her set of one-thirty-five that she’d made a terrible mistake as her arms trembled and the muscles screamed at her in protest. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to get the bar back up, a call for help bubbling to her lips.

“I’ve got you,” came a familiar voice and Frerin’s hands appeared between hers to grip the bar and he helped her guide it back to its rests. “You okay?”

Heat flooded her, but this time there was nothing pleasant about it. No, it was the scalding blush of abject embarrassment. She knew better. She definitely knew better. “I’m fine,” she managed, swallowing hard against the idiocy flowing through her. “I was a little too confident, I guess.”

“It happens. I almost dropped a bar on my face last week trying to push myself. That weird grunter guy saved my ass, believe it or not.”

“Grunty?”

“That’s the one.”

She sat up with a wince, rubbing just below her collarbone, where the muscle burned some. “You’re lucky he didn't drop it on you. I’m convinced he’s more show than actual muscle.”

“He’s lucky he didn't drop it on me.” He dropped his bag beside hers. “And I’m sorry I’m late. My ex-wife was supposed to be at the house by ten, but didn't get there until almost ten-thirty.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like we had a date.”

“Yeah, but I said I’d be here and I try to keep my word.” He crouched before her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just feel stupid. I know better than to lift my usual when I’ve taken time off. I should’ve had a spotter.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” He smiled. “But, you’re okay and that’s the important thing.”

She looked around at the bodies crowding the floor. “These are not my gym people. I wouldn’t trust any of them.”

“Didn’t you say that about the other gym people as well?”

“Yeah. They’re all weirdos here.” She reached for her water bottle. “Did she give you a hard time?”

“Toni?” He shook his head. “No more than usual. She can’t quite understand why I don't want her just walking into my house.”

“Is it your house?”

“Damn straight it is. I bought her out last summer. I figured it was easier than waiting for a judge to order that we sell it and split the proceeds and have to uproot the kids and move.” He crouched to unzip the bag. “But, she still thinks of it as her house. Gets highly insulted that I won’t let her treat it that way any longer.”

She watched him rummage through the bag, and wondered if she should ask the question hovering on her lips. But, nothing ventured, so… “When will your divorce be finalized?”

“I have no idea. It depends on how much fighting we do, I guess. I told you she’s trying to get custody of the kids, didn't I?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but they don't want to live with her.”

“Right and you really don't want to hear all the grimy details about my divorce, do you?”

“Frerin, it’s okay. I wouldn’t ask if I didn't want to know.”

He sighed softly, raking a hand through his hair. “It just seems like something that would make you run like hell in the other direction, hearing me go on like a bitter broken record.”

“So, let’s talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” She rose from the bench. “You showing me how you hulk out when you’re of the right mindset.”

He smiled then, and she could almost see his spirits lift. “I just did chest the other day, remember.”

“Frerin, that was Tuesday. You should be beyond recovered from then by now.”

“I should be, but I’m old and I don't bounce back the way I used to, you know.”

“Please. Somehow, I really doubt that’s true.”

“Spot me.” He winked. “Just in case.”

“Brave man.”

“Yeah. Balls run in my family.”

She moved around to the head of the bench to get out of his way as he added a more forty-five pound plates, and a ten-pound plate to each side. He sank onto the bench, then bent to rummage through his bag once more, coming up with black and red wrist wraps. Velcro crackled as he unrolled them, then wrapped each wrist, and then he stretched out on his back and wrapped his hands about the bar.

The bar clanked softly as he slowly lifted it and while she didn't think he’d need her help, she made sure her hands were at the ready all the while trying like hell not to notice the way his black, long-sleeved workout top clung to the muscles he worked. Tried like hell not to notice how huge his hands were, or how thick his fingers were.

Tried like hell not to notice how hot he was or how much she enjoyed fooling around with him on the sofa the other night.

Tried like hell not to think about what having sex with him would be like.

That was the most difficult of to not think about because it was pretty much all she could think about. It had been a long time since she’d been attracted to any man, and the attraction she felt for him was far more powerful than any she remembered.

But, she managed to hide it.

At least, she hoped she did.

He lowered the bar to his chest, then pushed it back up with almost no effort. But by the tenth rep, a hint of tiredness wove into his exhale and he let out a heavy breath as he set the bar back on its rests. “I’m getting too old to work overnights,” he groaned, maneuvering out from beneath the bar.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes with one hand. Elena crouched alongside him. “If you’re tired, go home and get some sleep. You have a nice quiet house, take advantage of it.”

“I won’t be able to sleep just yet. Still too keyed up from work.”

“Rough night?”

“Not really.” He reached for his water and unscrewed the cap, then brought it to his lips for a long swallow. “I only had two kids. One got bitten by his kid sister and the other learned the hard way why jumping off the top bunk is a bad idea. Other than that,” he recapped the bottle to set on the floor, “I was dealing with adults all night. The ER was a zoo and like every other department in that hospital, they’re short-staffed.”

“So you take one for the team.”

He nodded. “I take one for the team. And you know, I’d rather deal with kids. Adults kind of suck.”

She couldn't help her chuckle. “That depends on your point of view. I had to listen to four classes of seventh graders piss and moan over having to write five pages during break.”

“Wow, what a bitch Mrs. Madison is.”

“Right?”

He stood then. “What weight do you want?”

“I think I’m done with bench presses. That last one actually kind of hurt.”

“Yeah? You want me to take a look? I am a doctor, you know.”

“Playing doctor here would be a bad idea,” she said without thinking.

“Somewhere else would be a good one, though.”

“It might be.” She smiled up at him and nudged him gently in the ribs. “But, I think I’m okay so down, boy.”

He grinned and without warning, bent to kiss her. It was a brief, light kiss, and when he drew back, he said, “I’ve been thinking about that since I left your place the other night.”

She smiled, her belly alive with butterflies at the look in his pale blue eyes. “Of course you were.”

“No, really, I have been.” He moved to add a five pound plate to the near end of the bar, then went around to the opposite side. “I like the way you kiss.”

“Well, there’s something I don't think I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah?” He slid the second five pound plate into place. “Well, I do.”

He came back around to where she stood and smiled down at her. “Spot for me again?”

She looked at the weights. “All that is standing between you and death by being squished, is me. Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You’ll be fine.”

“You’re a brave man, Dr. Durin.”

He stretched back out on the bench, looked up at her, and winked, then curled his fingers about the bar once more. Ten reps, a little wobbly at the end, five more pounds put on. Little by little, the gym began to fill up and a step class started up. The instructor propped open both classroom doors, so the techno music drowned out all sound.

Frerin sat up and twisted toward the classroom. “Is that woman deaf? The floor is vibrating.”

He wasn't wrong. The weights on their rests moved from the vibration of the music and shaking her head, Elena said, “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“You want to go somewhere a little quieter?”

She smiled. “Are you asking me out again?”

“Yeah. Let’s go get a cup of coffee of something. This is bullshit.”

“I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

“Me, neither, and I don't look half as good as you do.”

“Uh, I’m a train wreck.”

“Nah.” He moved to tug the weights off the far end of the bar. “You’re a hot mess, which is better than a train wreck.”

“Is that so?” She grabbed the plates off the other end of the bar.

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded before turning to cross over to the wipes dispenser, where he grabbed two antiseptic wipes to bring back, and then proceeded to wipe down the bench and the bar. “So, what do you say?”

“Sure.”

“Great.” He smiled and moved back to crouch by his bag. He zipped it, stood, slung the strap over his shoulder and gestured toward the stairs. “After you.”

She picked up her bag and headed to the stairs and when they were at street level, said, “So, where should I meet you?”

“I can drive us both and we come back for your car.”

“Are you sure? I don't want to make you have to come all the way back.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He smiled. “I’m the Infiniti in the corner.”

He pointed to a silver QX50 parked somewhat off-kilter in between a Camry and an Elantra and as the rain fell harder, his hand came to rest at the small of her back. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” She let him hurry her toward the car, which he unlocked with the fob in one hand. When they reached it, he moved around her to tug open the passenger door and as she sank into the dark gray leather seat, he closed the door behind her.

The rear door opened and he tossed his bag onto the back seat, slammed that door, then climbed into the drive’s seat and hit the ignition button to turn over the engine. “We’re going to get looks, you know,” she said as he set the defroster on high and kicked on the rear defroster as well.

“Probably. But what are the odds we will ever see any of them ever again?”

She smiled as she sat back. “True. I just hope I don't smell.”

He looked over at her, one hand resting at the top of the steering wheel. “You didn't in there,” he said, nodding toward the gym building. “I think you’re safe. But,” he let out a slow exhale, “if you’d rather not go, you can just say so, you know. I’m a big boy. I can handle rejection.”

“If I didn't want to go, I wouldn’t have said yes,” she told him softly.

He leaned over then and as his lips met hers, she slid one hand along his neck, her fingers stretching up into his hair. His lips moved gently against hers and she parted them, his tongue soft and teasing as it swept along hers.

The car’s interior seemed to warm quickly, and when he drew back, she saw the windows had actually steamed up a little, which made her smile. “I have fogged a car’s widows in a long time.”

“Yeah, me, neither,” he said with a breathless laugh. “And we should probably go if we’re going before someone calls the cops on us.”

She sat back. “Probably a good idea.”

He winked and eased the transmission into reverse to back out of the spot, shifted into drive, and maneuvered out of the parking lot, out onto Route Seven. Rain pattered the windshield, but the wipers made almost no sound as they swept back and forth to clear it.

“I’m amazed that you’re so awake,” she told him.

“I’m used to working overnights,” he told her, his hand resting on the gearshift, his long fingers relaxed over the knob. “And it’s better if I push through until nine or ten in the morning, then get some sleep.”

“It’s almost elven-thirty. Are you working tonight?”

“Six, yeah. I’ll be fine. I’ll go home and get a few hours’ sleep and hope it’s quiet tonight.”

“What if it isn’t?”

“Coffee becomes my best friend.”

“Frerin.”

“What? It does.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“I’ll be fine, my patients will be fine. My nights are usually quiet.”

She shook her head. “Still, this could’ve waited.”

“Yeah,” he bobbed his head, “it could’ve, but I wanted to see you.”

Those words sent a delicious flutter through her, one she hadn’t felt probably since high school. “I would have understood.”

His hand rose from the shift and came to rest atop hers, and he linked his fingers with hers. “I didn't want to wait another day if I didn’t have to.”

As he spoke, those fingers tightened and his thumb brushed along the outside of her hand to send another rush through her. “Again, I’d have understood.”

He glanced over at her and grinned. “Am I pulling you away from anything?”

“Not at all. Alyssa is getting cranky—she just wants to get back to her life, so I’m glad to get out of the house for a little while.”

“What’re the two of you doing for Christmas?”

“Christmas?” She sighed softly. “We’ll do Christmas morning, then I’m taking her to Newark to catch a one o’clock flight to Florida.”

“Florida? Her dad?”

“Close. Her grandparents. She’ll spend the break with them and come home on New Year’s Day. What about you?”

“They’ll go to their mother’s on Christmas and be home the day after.”

“So, you’ll be alone on Christmas, too?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll probably go over to my brother’s for the day. It’s the twins’ first Christmas and our sister and her boys will be there as well.”

“That sounds like a lovely way to spend the holiday.”

He glanced over at her. “Noisy, is what it will be. Between Fíli and Kíli and six month old babies? I’m going to make it a short stay.”

The traffic light at Seven and Harper Street turned yellow, so Frerin slowed and as he did, the pager in the console began buzzing. He snagged it, glaring at the readout. “It’s the hospital. I have to answer this.”

“I get it. It’s okay.”

He pulled off into a parking lot and took his cell phone from the clip on the dashboard. “It’s Dr. Durin, someone paged me?”

He glanced over at her and nodded. “Yeah, she came through the ER around midnight. They were waiting for a bed to open up in Ortho and she was supposed to go up then.” A pause. “Are you kidding me? She’s still there? Okay, who’s on for the Ortho—no, you know what, never mind. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He hung up and slapped the phone back onto the clip. “I have to swing by the hospital. Remember the kid I told you about who jumped off the top bunk?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s still in the ER waiting on Ortho, so I’m going to go in and yell at whoever is on for making a ten year old sit in the ER all night on a leg that needs surgical repair. I can run you back to your car if you don’t feel like hanging around.”

“No, it’s fine.” She smiled. “I kind of want to see you in your element, when my kid is not the patient.”

He signaled and carefully pulled back into to traffic and a a few minutes later, he was pulling into the physician’s parking area of the lot. “Hopefully this won’t take too long.”

She climbed out of the Infiniti. “Don’t worry about it. It takes as long as it takes. I don't mind waiting.”

He pushed the door shut and she fell into step alongside him. “Now, you run the Pediatrics Department, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So, why are you in the ER?”

“We, like everyone else in the world, are short staffed. Too much burnout and not enough docs, so I’ve been covering when I can, like everyone else here.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It is. I mean, you get used to it, but that doesn’t necessarily make it easier.”

Elena braced herself for the icy rain as they emerged from the deck to the narrow roadway where ambulances and cars could pull up right to the ER’s doors, and turned her head to the side as the wind swept the droplets harder against her.

The doors opened automatically and Elena scuffed her feet across the mats to dry the soles of her shoes so she wouldn’t slip and as the inner doors opened, Frerin caught her by the hand, explaining, “So I don’t lose you.”

He wasn't kidding. The ER was a madhouse, far busier than it was the night she’d brought Alyssa in. They passed through the ER waiting area, which was almost out of seats, it was so crowded, and at the doors, Frerin tugged his ID from his jacket pocket to swipe it, and as the doors opened, he said, “Carol, who’s on for Ortho this morning?”

A petite blonde looked up from her notes, her forehead creasing. “Frerin, what are you doing back?”

“Ashley paged me about Hailey Miller. She’s still down here?”

Carol nodded. “Yeah, her mother’s been hounding us about getting her moved, but we have to wait for the consult and no one’s come down yet. It always gets like this when Harris is away and she’s in Maui until after the New Year.”

“Of course she is.”

“Frerin,” another nurse in cranberry stepped away from the radio, “Thirty-Seven is bringing in the victims of a two car collision out on Seven.”

“How many?”

“Five. Two are being airlifted to Robert Wood in New Brunswick, but the other three are on their way here and will be rolling up at any minute.”

“Wonderful.” Frerin clipped his ID to his tee shirt. “Do me a favor and find out who’s on in Ortho and tell them I want a word with them now.”

He looked back atCarol. “This is Elena Madison, would you mind showing her to the lounge while I go and find out what’s going on up there?”

“Not at all.” Carol smiled. “Come with—”

Before she could get the rest of the words out, the double doors leading from the waiting room slammed open and paramedics rushed in. “Seventeen year old driver of two-car MVA with crush injuries to lower extremities, BP is—”

Elena jumped out of the way as they hurried by her and just before he crossed into the exam room, Frerin looked over his shoulder at her. “I’ll be out when I can, Elena.”

“It’s okay!” She looked over at Carol. “Just point me in the right direction. They probably need you in there.”

Carol nodded. “Down around the corner, first door on your right.”

And with that, she was gone as well as more paramedics rolled up. From where she stood, Elena could see Frerin in the sage green tiled room, stethoscope in his ears, his attention on the injured kid on his table.

“Look out!”

She jumped aside once more, her, “I’m sorry,” lost in the clatter and whir of metal wheels. Since she didn't want to get hit again, or be in anyone’s way, she hurried down to the lounge and pushed open the door.

A willowy brunette was making coffee and turned as Elena came into the room. “Patients aren’t supposed to be back here. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Oh, I’m not a patient. I’m here with Dr. Durin.”

The brunette’s already wide dark eyes widened further. “Really? He’s not on right now as far as I know.”

“He isn’t, someone paged him about a patient and he came back just in time for the car accident to come in. I’m just waiting for him.”

“Oh. Okay. He knows you’re here?”

“I came with him, so yes, he does.”

“Okay. Then, I guess make yourself comfortable and if you’d like some coffee, there’s milk and half and half in the fridge.”

“Thank you.”

The nurse smiled and finished setting the coffeepot before going back out onto the floor. It was far quieter in the lounge than on the floor and Elena sighed softly as she sank onto the cracked leatherette sofa along the far wall.

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Modern AU #ER AU #Hospital AU #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fin #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

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aalissy · 1 year

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I wasn’t toooo sure what to write with today’s prompt but I really like this chapter anyway haha. Marichat banter is the best! Please, lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Sometimes Marinette felt like fire. Hot and fierce as she fought for both her classmates and the civilians of Paris as Ladybug. This felt especially true when she was hit by Psychomedians blast and her fire turned into a burning rage.

She wanted to burn and, at the time, wanted to burn the city of Paris down with her. But she didn’t. Because her partner was with her.

Chat Noir was the ice to her fire. The water to her flame. The only one capable of cooling her down enough that she was still able to purify the akuma.

Their partnership was perfect. It was why they worked so well together. When she got too hot, he’d inevitably cool her down. And, on the other side, Marinette was able to heat him up when he was too cold.

That was why she sat by her computer, giggling to herself quietly as she doodled. Marinette was drawing tiny pictures of her and Chat Noir as their respective elements.

Was it productive? No...

But it did take her mind off of stressful days and allowed her to relax.

In the middle of designing him a new water suit, she heard a knock on her trapdoor. She didn’t even have to call out before Chat poked his head in, almost as though he knew that she had been thinking about him.

He had been doing that more often lately. Honestly, Marinette had begun to look forward to his little visits. Like he always did, he helped her to calm down and relax. He did the same for both Ladybug and Marinette.

“Whatcha up to, purrincess?” Chat purred, flopping down onto her bed.

“Nothing much in particular.” She shrugged. Because it was true. She probably should have been working on homework or studying instead of doodling. “Just doodling.”

“Ooh, can I see?” he asked, already leaning over her shoulder to take a peek before she could answer.

Marinette snickered. Finishing a final stroke with her colored pencil, she tilted her journal towards him so that he could see the designs.

“Wow,” Chat breathed out in wonder, tracing his thumb lightly over the designs. “Is that me?”

“Mhm,” Marinette hummed. “I was just redesigning your water suit when you came in.”

Chat Noir's eyes sparkled with delight as he examined the intricate details of her imagined suit. The green hues and flowing lines captured both his original costume and the essence of water, accentuating his agile and fluid movements. Marinette watched his reaction with a soft smile, thrilled to see how much he appreciated her artwork.

"Marinette, this is incredible!" Chat Noir exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I might have to figure out a way to get Plagg to design my suit after this."

Blushing, Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a surge of happiness from his words. "Aw, thanks a lot, Chaton. That really means a lot coming from you. I’m so glad you liked it. I was just about to start redesigning Ladybug’s suit next if you’d like to see that too?"

He nodded his head eagerly for a moment before a mischievous gleam lit up his eyes. Quick as a flash, he snatched her notebook and colored pencils from her, ignoring her indignant shout.

Standing up, Marinette frowned over at him. She put her hands on her hips as he eyes narrowed. Just what was he up to?

“Give me a minute, Marinette. I want to draw you first,” Chat said before his tongue stuck out in concentration as he began scratching an image out onto her journal.

She blinked in surprise. Her lips parted to form a small o. He had stolen her notebook to draw an image of... her? Why would he do that?

Marinette watched with a soft smile on her lips as Chat’s brow slowly furrowed as he continued with his sketch.

After a few moments, her curiosity got the better of her and she took a few steps toward him, taking a peek at his drawing. When she glanced at the page, her smile grew larger.

It was a little doodle of her face. Her hair was in her trademark pigtails but she was winking up at the viewer, a cat-like grin on her mouth. Next to his drawing of her, Chat began to draw a mini-version of himself, beaming back at her.

It was adorable and exactly what she needed to cheer up today.

“That’s so cute, minou.” Marinette laughed when he was done, presenting the drawings to her with a proud smirk. “Thank you so much. I’ll treasure them forever.”

“You should.” He winked at her. “Chat Noir originals go for a lot of money, you know.”

Snickering, she shook her head at him, her pigtails brushing against her cheeks as she did so. “I’m sure they do.”

“Here, I’ll even sign it for you.” His smirk grew ever larger as he added a giant version of his signature beneath the drawings. “There you go. Now it’ll go for even more money.”

Taking the notebook back, Marinette grinned down at the Chat Noir that was signed with elaborate cursive on her page. With a giggle, she closed her notebook, placing it down before leaning against her desk.

Crossing her arms, she cleared her face into a serious expression. “You know, I think I could have gotten a lot more for it if you had signed your real name.”

Chat blinked, looking momentarily shocked and a little nervous. After but a few seconds, Marinette couldn’t hold it anymore and exploded into a flurry of giggles. It took a little longer before he joined her in laughing, his guffaws even louder than hers.

“I-I’m sure Monarch would have paid a lot of money for it,” he said in between laughs, clutching at his sides.

“Can you imagine Monarch bidding on a drawing you made? I would love to see that!”

“And yet, every time he would bid, Ladybug and I would bid higher, leaving him furious and also saving my secret identity from his evil clutches.”

Marinette snickered at the thought. An image of her and Chat Noir, cuddled on a rooftop with a laptop as they slowly outbid Monarch in a war over a small doodle flooded her mind. The thought was priceless!

“Saving Paris by keeping artwork out of the clutches of evil. I suppose that’s why you and Ladybug make such a great duo.” Leaning forward, she flicked his bell, enjoying the small ding it made in her room.

“It’s the purrfect plan, if I do say so myself.” Chat grinned down at her.

Ripping out a couple of blank pages from her journal, Marinette sat on the floor with some colored pencils.

“I suppose we had better get started then,” she said, already starting on a new drawing.

Chat’s eyes gleamed with happiness as he sat across from her. The two bantered and laughed late through the night, enjoying the other’s company as they drew picture after picture. It was a wonderful day.

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thehappiestgolucky · 2 years

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Alright [sits down with popcorn] im ready to listen to your rambling :D

Ok so I’m gonna sketch dump the more plot oriented points so I’ll instead ramble about the kids themselves! I’ve got a lot of skykid ocs but there’s only some that’ll interact with Xero (for my hands sake) and by god will I take this chance to ramble about them. But I will also give a quick ramble of my personal Sky Headcanons and what the rules are gonna be.

For starters all skykids are flat out kids. They max at the age of 15 and simply live forever (since they can’t really die) - there can be very tall skykids, but I know some people have like grown up skykids? This doesn’t apply here. Skykids can take on older sibling or mentor like roles to the younger moths that arrive! But that’s as far as they can realistically achieved, they don’t know how to be a parent. Skykids might also end up being a couple, but the expression of love is completely innocent. Like permanently stuck in that child period of puppy love and crushes type of deal.

Skykids are also all inheritely genderless, with a wide array of gender expression to however they please. Really not much to this one, they got no gender.

Skykids and wearing masks is both a cultural thing but also like, a safety measure type of deal. Skykids are internally bright light and that exposure radiates through their eyes - and the last thing they wanna do is blind people. As such, masks are designed in a way that reduces that to a subtle glow whilst maskless, skykids close their eyes.

There’s a mixed feeling about the cycle of death and rebirth for skykids, whilst a lot fear it - there’s a select number that will constantly go through the cycle to help others - with near every skykid going through Eden once. There is a way they can permanently die, but it’s not a method that has been produced yet (killing the core of light within them that not even Eden nor Darkness can achieve) but some kids fear that one day there won’t be a return. Death also just flat out isn’t fun-

The rest will be under a keep reading to avoid getting too long!

Desmond. He/Him. 15

Determined and strong minded, he more often than not ends up feeling like an older brother to other skykids, especially moths. Whilst many would assume he’d be one to cause as much chaos as possible, he actually prefers to stick to the rules - getting upset at other kids who ignore his concerns in favour of fun. That doesn’t mean he also doesn’t have bad ideas himself - he’ll simply prefer that he get in between danger than the other kids. This often makes him vulnerable to Krills and even Crabs. Rather self conscious about his abilities and often finds himself comparing himself to younger kids and how much better they are. This can make him snap back at others sometimes and his emotions fluctuate a lot.

With regards to Xero, initially he’s insisting to put him back where he was - a mixture of a sense of duty to help spirits, and insecurity of this much better protective figure.

Detsis. She/They. 14 (thanks @hollowedartist for the name suggestion in your tags!)

Quiet and chaotic, she’s the one that often helps makes bad decisions for the sake of fun. Doesn’t talk as much and pops up mysteriously out of nowhere (scaring everyone else) - somehow they’re always cold no matter how many layers they wear. They hate the Forest because of this with a burning passion. Often is the shoulder to cry on, especially to her friends feelings of self doubt and often resorts to flicking his mask to make him listen to her. They have a particular liking for the strangely morbid - wondering how the Darkness even occurred in the first place - though flying into Krills isn’t going to help with that-

Initially extremely curious of Xero and wonders what chaos he’ll get up to - though is completely unsure he can even be returned like the other spirits could. He doesn’t even resemble them very much,,,

Bibi. Any pronouns. 8

A rather new addition, they love mimicking other Skykids and their fashion for fun. She is a skilled drummer and adores putting on performances in the Performance theatre for the other Skykids who attend - managing to fill a stage even on his own. They come into this story as part of Skykids interested in this new addition, wanting to get all the outfits she can do maximise his wardrobe. Think of all the shows and musical pieces they can put on! Went to Eden once and vowed he would never go again - because of how terrifying and scarring it was. Hasn’t had a chance to make a lot of close friends yet.

Incredibly interested and attached to any new spirit that arrives, Xero immediately took their attention and she follows him around a lot.

She/Her. 10

A lonely skykid, known to watch others from the sidelines. Shy and closed, many haven’t had a chance to talk to her - but she has helped them on occasions as many kids do. Wonder where that eyepatch came from…

There are other skykids that arrive as cameos, but these are like the main crew™️ I thought it’d be easier to use screenshots than doodle them so I can use all my doodle energy for interaction drawings. Heres what the others look like!

(these three are part of the same friend group as Desmond and Detsis!)

#happy screms #ant dad and skykids #skykid #skykid oc #there’s occasionally moths too but they’re lil moths just exploring the world #my skykid is extremely small (birbdessa) so desmond and detsis is actually a lil smaller than max height #dw… the last kid is deliberate <w<

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ladychandraofthemoone · 1 year

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey. you’ll never know dear, how much i love you, please don’t take my sunshine away"

I like to think that they’re shared a lot of things while serving together…

Mini Story, Lore, Sketch tibits below: (WARNING ITS LONG AND MAYBE SAD)

“Hello there!!!” The newcomer chirped enthusiastically, bright hazel eyes and a even brighter smile as he stuck out his free non-waving hand. “I’m Kyle Patil Sharma- but everyone calls my surname Proteus!! It was a minor accident and a long story but please call me Kyle!! It’s super nice to metcha!!! I mean, I know the circumstances aren’t exactly the greatest as of now but-”

Stanley stared incredulously at the shorter man, eyebrows raised as he continued to happily ramble on. Does this guy never stop to breathe?? Of course no one has told him that someone new would be joining, nevertheless that Kyle would be staying with him….

At this point he should be use to it no tells him anything casual anymore…

On one hand, it seems that the Kyle wasn’t made aware or as much as he disliked it, found himself quietly wishing that Kyle ignored the rumors and just didn’t care of Stanley’s reputation as “jinxed”, “cursed”, “ill-fated”, “good for nothing Bad Luck Stanley” as everyone else….

He wondered how long he has until Kyle is put off by his constant misfortune, that he’ll turn his back against Stanley, glare and berate him while whispering warnings that would still wound him deeply as much as he denied it.

“-and oh gosh I’m so sorry!! I didn’t ask your name!! I mean, I do known your name but your entire name-” Kyle waved his hands around frantically, his smile remaining as he began muttering quick apologies.

Stanley shook his head. “its-’its fine..” Stanley mumbled quietly, still rubbing his arms together awkwardly. He wasn’t used to having longer conservations besides with Lieutenant Hatt, much less with someone new….but if the lieutenant manages to find something in him that he thought was special… then maybe..just maybe..

Kyle’s smile returned in full force, bouncing a bit on his toes, trying his best not to overwhelm Stanley even more. He just couldn’t help himself!! Lieutenant Hatt was right, “You’re so cool, Lieutenant Hatt himself said many amazing aboutyou andimust say I’m so excitedtobemeetingwithyou- but enough about all of this”

Stanley looked at man that was constantly radiating positivity in disbelief, yet couldn’t stop the warmth rising his cheeks. He felt a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. It’s. Been… a while since anyone has ever complimented him.

Maybe… Kyle looked at him with bright eyes full of joy, his right hand extended once again.

“I’m Stanley,” he whispered, shaking Kyle’s waiting palm. “Stanley Baldwin Patton…”

“Nice to meet you too.”

“I hope we get along..”

Trying to

So, here we have Kyle and Stanley’s first meeting!! Both worked in the War Department Light Railway, they would’ve work in the ROD

Both joined the war around 1917, Stanley having joined a few months earlier beforehand and after a few minor incidents that involved his either his engine derailing, him tripping over nothing while carrying supplies, or just accidentally injuring himself while doing simple tasks, like those who have told Stanley beforehand, he was seen and viewed as “cursed” and was ignored most of the time. The only expectation to this was Lieutenant Hatt, better known as Topham Hatt who would always speak to him, asking about his day, work with him and give him jobs to do which did give him a bit of hope but it wasn’t much

Stanley was basically kept isolated and left alone for majority of the time, only being used as a last resort, “expendable” with everyone ignoring him unless he is blamed for causing mistakes over things that were completely out of his control but were dangerous (he’s in a Bruno situation). Now imagine this happening throughout one’s entire lifetime of this similar behavior of being avoided like the plague, having been excluded from anything one can think of, to being yelled at for just being there when something terrible happens and just being treated and viewed as an general nuisance….

Kyle did hear about Stanley from his colleagues but chooses to… well not believe it but it’s ore like he wants to meet Stanley and sees what’s all the fuss is about, but considering the fact they’re were painting him as a monster and throwing his name as a bad omen.. Besides, Kyle has faced death many times in the face growing up, having been near death himself. Plus he isn’t someone who doesn’t judge a book by its cover and was also told by Hatt about who Stanley was and thought he was so amazing, cool and sounded incredible!!

At this point, Stanley’s still becoming cynical, bitter, jaded and pessimistic most of the time (even with support and understanding from his family and Lieutenant Hatt, this kind of consistent stuff just wears someone down) but covers it up with disinterest, is generally quiet and is seen with a constant frown on his face which only further encourages everybody to leave him be. So imagine having a literal walking ray ball of sunshine come up to him without being wary and keeping him at arms length, not at all put off by his silent demeanor and like Hatt, treating him like a human being and not a ticking time bomb before noticing that being around Kyle, his “jinx” was less.. noticeable when he’s around Kyle

Even so imagining his surprise that Kyle chooses to stay with him even with everyone constantly telling Kyle to come sit with them or join them in any activities, to which Kyle politely but firmly denies if Stanley wasn’t invited, something that still makes Stanley feel guilty over being selfish which he reassures Stanley that it was his decision. Of course, they were many that were quite..put off by this some more vocal than others and have attempted to drive a wedge between the two, helped that Kyle is well regarded and beloved thanks to his humble modesty, relentless determination and endless optimistic enthusiasm, all his his jobs done under pressure much to the envy of others

Despite the attempts of being pitted against each other with Kyle being putted on a pedestal (esp with the perfect golden child vs scapegoat dynamic),over the months of them staying together and getting to know each other better….their relationship became much more closer and could’ve been something more….leaving it much more tragic that only one of them lives to see the next day….

Stanley was absolutely distraught and heartbroken, now experiencing losing someone close, having never told Kyle want he felt, Stanley’s light in his life, the one who supported and gave him strength was gone… and his own spark just fading away within time since he wasn’t given much time to properly grieve until the end of the war. Kyle’s death affected him the most especially, yet takes Kyle’s advice esp from their last conversation beforehand to heart and desperately tries to make him proud but it was…so hard for him sometimes when you feel as if the world is against you

It’s difficult for him, especially when he attempts to find work with gentle encouragement after some months in 1918 but unfortunately his jinx was still prevalent, so much so that in 1938, his old manager was desperate to get rid of him from his old railway in Ireland (his treatment there was unfortunately roughly the same after some years though he stayed mainly cause of the promises he and Kyle made), until as in The Stories Of Sodor, when he ends up having his engine sold cheaply to certain railway on this island he has hear of before, one that Kyle wished to have visited and well the rest was history… there is that’s a story for another day

I’ll defiantly about more lore on the Proteus post once i redesign him but here’s the drawing I did on them, ironically it was Kyle who was first and waving, I made his expression more cheerful, here’s its more of an awkward “ohmygosh am I annoying him am i talking a lot” kind of expression.

I forgot his about necklace that he gives as a parting gift to Stanley before he died, stating it would bring hi luck and that he didn’t need it, Stanley wears it throughout his entire life and keeps a close hold onto it, getting distressed if he loses sight of it and is very protective of the charm

Also Kyle has a Glasgow grin, that he got from an childhood incident cause living in the streets

Stanley stays relatively the same. The tattoo he has on his neck is the Hiawatha Belt where the five shapes symbolize the five nations (Seneca, Cayuga, Onondaga, Oneida, Mohawk) of the Haudenosaunee Confederacy. My Stanley is of Mohwak/Cherokee/Creole ancestry and is proud of his heritage

Basically, I love them even though they interacted in just one episode special and I have so much to say about them but this post is already long enough as it is, I’ll add more on Kyle himself once I redesign him in his forms. Also sorry if anything is confusing or sounds weird, I’ll try my best

Anyway that’s all for now, I’ll definitely make more posts to explain things better when I have the time peace out ✌️

#ttte #ttte stanley #stanley and kyle #ttte proteus #stories of sodor #well basically most of my lore is from that #i just added a lot of in between #but i highly suggest to watch certain episodes like ji #jinxed lamp fortune favors the luck #to get a better understanding #ill add more on their relationship later #my art #my art owo #my art stuff #my art style #my doodles #my doodlings #kyle proteus

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spacequokka · 4 months

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Sehyoon cherished the privacy of his bedroom, as it was the one space where he could indulge in his secret obsession. It served as his personal sanctuary, allowing him to surreptitiously observe your every move. From the comfort of his bedroom window, he had an uninterrupted view into your life, a voyeuristic privilege that both thrilled and consumed him.

For hours on end, Sehyoon would find himself captivated by the sight of you in your art studio. There, you would sit at your easel, completely engrossed in your creative process. With each stroke of your brush, a masterpiece would come to life on the canvas, leaving Sehyoon in awe of your talent. He longed to catch a glimpse of your other works, to witness the full extent of your artistic prowess, but his shyness held him back from approaching you directly.

Lost in his thoughts one day, Sehyoon was suddenly startled by a voice behind him. "Who are you peeping at?" Yuchan's mischievous grin greeted him as he turned around, causing Sehyoon to jump so forcefully that he accidentally hit the window. His heart raced as he tried to compose himself, realizing that his secret had been exposed. "Oh, her? Why don't you just go say hi?"

He shook his head. "How would that work? This is the only time I see her." He looked down. "She'd freak out if she knew I watched her."

Yuchan shrugged and reached into his bag of chips. "How would that be better than her simply looking up and seeing you staring? Might as well just introduce yourself." The chip almost touched his lip when his eyes widened. "Or…" He muscled his way to the window and flicked the latch. A second too slow, Sehyoon tried to stop him. "Wait--"

"Hey!" Yuchan called out. You startled at your easel, looking around in bewilderment until you spotted a guy all but leaning out a window waving to get your attention. "Yeah, up here. Hi!"

A few blinks and you were waving back with a brush in your hand. "Hi there!"

Sehyoon covered his face as his skin heated up. "I can't believe you." He muttered.

Yuchan ignored him. "My friend here likes your art! Can he see what you're working on?"

It was your turn to freeze up and turn red. "I--uh--this one?" Yuchan nodded like a happy little idiot. You hesitated but to their surprise you reached over and picked up the canvas. "Please don't think badly of me."

Your shyness was endearing and Sehyoon found himself pushing Yuchan over. "We won't."

Maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like your blush deepened when you made eye contact. "Okay." You turned the art towards them and for once even Yuchan was speechless. The painting was nowhere near finished but the sketch was good enough to know what it was. He could honestly say he'd never thought that you could see him as well as he could see you. It was a candid portrait of him leaning on his window sill, gazing up at the clouds. You captured him in a way he'd never seen himself, and he liked it.

"Wow that's amazing!" Yuchan pushed him aside. "Will you do one of me next? I wanna hang it up in the living room."

You let out a laugh so precious accompanied with a smile that warmed him from the inside out. "Why don't you come over for tea and cookies and we can talk about it?"

#a.c.e imagines #a.c.e fluff #a.c.e drabbles #sehyoon x reader #sehyoon x you #wow x reader #wow x you

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thesecretattic · 2 years

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Tales from my Childhood Days

- Funny Version -

I’ll be dividing it into two parts:

Improvisation & Fun “Games” & Lit

Like I said my pressure is pretty low so please ignore all the errors… I’m not boasting but when I was around 8-9, I was extremely interested in Journalism and I wanted to create my very own newspaper 📰 so I sketched everything right from the front page with the photo and headlines (+ a cover story) to the crossword puzzle, sudoku & comic strips, there was also an entertainment section/Page 3 and I think I’d named it Movie Buzz (derived from the fact that I was always into films and I liked calling myself a “Movie Buff”) it took me 2-3 days to finish writing and drawing all those 7-10 pages.

When I was around 7 and my brother was 5, we were both very good at sketching and drawing and I also loved writing (English Literature and Science were my fav subjects) so I had the habit of using gel/ball point pens since the age of 5-6, all other kids would ask me why I always had pens in my pencil case… and I would say it’s for home use :/ my mother had to buy me ballpoint pens cuz I would write a lot and finish gel and ink pens very fast… I was good at drawing and arts as well but I’ve lost all practice now and in my condition, my hands sometimes get really stiff and numb, my pressure also drops, my brother was like a born artist so he would always hold his pencil like a paint brush lol all his KG and Primary teachers would always ask him how he would write like that hahaha we would joke and say he’s like M.F. Hussain. He would hold the pencil between the pointer and the middle finger that too in a slant position (with a lot of style and panache like a “typical artist” and he had not seen them anywhere so it was completely natural lol which made me realise that you can be born talented or be innately blessed like that, it’s probably something you are born to do) When we were 7 & 5, I wasn’t allowed to have anything much cuz I had child asthma and wheezing, everything would trigger recurring episodes of that, I was always attracted to Bengali sweets, Ice Creams, certain fruits and dairy products but I couldn’t have any of them, so one fine day, me and my brother, we created our own product line, as an adult I feel proud about that because that was quite impressive - for a 7 and 5 year old, back then flavoured yogurts weren’t available in India and we had not even seen any of them as we’d never been out of the country but we included them in our “Dairy Products” (it was just imaginative) we also designed the packaging and we were both working on our own individual brands - in our drawing books of course haha it was nothing real but it was like a good start. We also made a lot of fruit based items and things like Frozen Yogurt, Flan, Cream Cheese Spread, Flavoured Puddings, Cream Puddings, etc. Might sound rude but this is one more reason why I don’t want to have kids, I mean… what’s the point if my children aren’t this talented or cool? Coming to the fun part… we would play a few toxic games as well like there was a time when we had seen a lot of drunkards in Aahat & C.I.D. (they would start with those typical bar scenes) and we were too young to understand that it was a quite “bad” so as 6-7 year olds we would take Thumps Up & Limca (the latter looked a lot like Desi Daaru) and we would also collect snacks to completely imitate them cuz we would see them having chakna and all and then we would pretend like we were high… and then at some point my mother almost had a heart attack when my brother copied one of those dialogues which he had heard in CID or something, one of the uncouth drunkards or bevdas was bad mouthing his “biwi” or wife… he was so good at acting lol, he was far better than me, he would remove that voice and everything and literally act like a sloshed drunkard 😂 🤣 We used to find it very “funny”, btw do you remember those chalky Candy Cigarettes? Whoever came up with that 😂 we would take them and then tell each other, “Psst… look I’m smoking” it was so epic hahaha like every other kid, we loved spiting our parents and giving them a huge shock…

Next, when I was 6, I wanted to be a Fashion Designer (I’ve always been obsessed with clothes, fashion and style) so I wanted to have my own Brand/Fashion house and I would wake up my brother at 8 in the morning and drag him to the living area, we had a dual sided Easel with two boards (and I think a paper mount or something) on one side there was a chalkboard, we weren’t allowed to use chalk because the dust would trigger my asthma and wheezing and the other side had a white board with a marker and wiper/duster, I was 6 and my brother was only 4 and we would hold these “Board Meetings” early in the morning where I would create three discussion topics, 1. Resources 2. Budgeting 3. Employment for my “Fashion House” and my brother would snooze & take nap breaks in between… He would carry a big Notebook and pencil :/ to jot down ideas cuz he was too young to give me any inputs and I would tell him, “You can’t sleep, wake up it’s a board meeting” I’m pretty sure he would hear that as “Bored Meeting” I would then say, “You are fired” The Next story is quite funny… but please don’t judge us, we were only 5 & 3. My mom and aunt would watch a lot of T.V. Serials especially during this time ie. in the early 2000s where Kyunki Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi and all other daily soaps were at their peak, and we would constantly see all these adults, conniving adults… signing and forging “Contracts” & “Property Papers” or more precisely (if I have to use the exact term in Hindi) “Property ke Kaa-ga-zaad” and “Das-ta-khat” I should’ve added several exclamation marks at the end to create a similar impact because they would get very dramatic whenever they would use those “phrases” they would literally sign in a very stylish manner and then throw the pen, at times they would even throw the papers on the other person’s face… we were so influenced that we came up with a game 👀 I created Property Papers, we just wanted to “sign” them as sassily and then probably throw the pen but we weren’t allowed to do that. I had never seen an actual public document in my whole life (I mean, I was only 5 🤷🏻‍♀️) so I just came up with whatever I could imagine, I was a year ahead (due to early admission) so I was already in 1st Grade and my brother was in KG, he was 3, I had a School Calendar/Diary where we had a personal form (one copy was with the teacher and the other was supposed to be used as a ref. for parents, guardians and strangers in case we would go missing) there was one more form which was related to my school… I thought this “Contract” - we just wanted to use that word, was something like my school form, so I created a few fields like First & Last name, then D.O.B. + the main attraction - two Signature fields, for those “Dastakhat” the Vampy, conniving, evil dastakhat and the Negative Male Character who was inspired by the very notorious Hindi Cinema ka Ranjeet/Evil Cousin/Mill Owner’s Felonious embezzlement waali dastakhat… we knew it was a bit toxic so we didn’t go that far *phew* 😮‍💨 but we were planning to sign in a similar manner and then throw the papers on each other’s faces. So like I said, I created those fields, then I wrote, this owner (her name) is selling her house to this buyer for… I knew 3-4 zeros would be too less so I added 5 zeros, precisely for 2 lakhs (back then you would get real homes in that budget at certain places) Now comes the main part and I’m not talking about those signatures… I thought, we needed a “passport sized” photograph just like my school form, hmm… but we couldn’t possibly use chubby photos of two kids aged 5 & 3, it had to be an “Adult” thing, so we picked whatever we wanted to become as grown ups, I took a pair of scissors…

I was trusted enough to use them since I was a lot into arts and crafts, my brother on the other hand would cut his own nightsuit every time he would get a chance *purely at a whim* (for real :/) I needed those scissors to cut a perfect passport sized photograph for my “Contract/Property ke Kaagazaad” like I said, it wasn’t supposed to be between two kids, it had to be between Adults. Compared to my brother I had much more “realistic expectations” regarding who & what I wanted to be on growing up…

You can try making a guess… and no don’t tell me we stuck our parent’s photographs, think like a 5 & 3 year old�� Realistically speaking, I wanted to be a Beautiful, Stylish, Blonde Barbie Doll so I stuck Barbie’s passport sized cutout (from one of my doll’s cartons) and my brother, well he was a bit extravagant… you could even say “far too ambitious”, for some reason, he wanted to be Mickey Mouse so I stuck Mickey’s cutout and I wrote Barbie and Mickey’s names there, I always knew my fav doll’s birth name so it was Barbara Millicent Roberts and Mickey was just plain and simple Mickey Mouse (I had to write Mouse as his last name) then came our fav part… The Signatures I tried my best to sign the word Barbie with utmost style and precision, then I flung the pen or tossed it somewhere and my brother, he was quite impressive, although he was only 3, I think he had observed everyone a lot while they were signing, God knows how (and when 🧐) so his sign didn’t look like a doodle, he did it very confidently… in a single stroke, he created a loop and he also added a period. That day, Barbie sold her house to Mickey Mouse for 2 lakhs… and then came the *final part* where we shouted for no reason & threw the papers at each other’s faces… Finally Dil ko thand pohochi… here’s more, before signing, my mother had to go to the Xerox wala or the photocopy guy (she was extremely mad at me) cuz I wanted to get them printed (Xerox & fax machines were more common back then) because I had created all those papers using a Pen and Coloured Photos/Cutouts so I came up with this idea in order to make them look more “Official” in Black & White print. The Xerox guy was disturbed, *utterly disturbed*

- Zara Sauleh

I’ll be narrating Part 2 Lit - tomorrow, it revolves around a very weird habit which we had during our childhood days… it’s not toxic but it’s extremely funny

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reidsnose · 3 years

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doodles

overview: reader doodles on her hands a lot and spencer has to give into the temptation of coloring it in

genre: flufffffff

a/n: sorry ive havent posted a fic in like a week, ive been in quite a slump but i had this idea well after midnight but i just had to write it so lmk what u guys think of this one :)

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doodling on your hands: a once nervous habit that had seeped into your everyday life and now is just a regular habit. nearly everyday you would come to work with clean hands and get home with a mini art gallery on your non dominant one.

Spencer admired this from the moment he noticed it. at first he thought you had a tattoo but when you came back the next day with it completely gone, he was a tad confused, only to catch you doodling on that very same hand a couple hours later on the jet. he thought maybe it was an occasional thing, a habit you'd quit once you got better situated into the team, but after nearly a year you still left work almost everyday with some cutesy sketches drawn on your hand.

Spencer found himself looking forward to your doodles, imagining in his head what you might draw each day, and thinking of all the colors you would add if you had the time. being the great profiler that he is, he noticed a pattern: you subconsciously correlated your doodles with your mood.

after especially hard cases or just bad days you always drew roses.

when you were very happy you drew all sorts of fruits.

anxiousness bore little swampy creatures and lily pads.

tired days filled your hands with random, intricate designs that you didn't even have to try hard to make.

and content was anything else.

he was so impressed and absolutely adored your little coping mechanism. watching you concentrate on making those teeny pieces of art simply for your own pleasure was definitely a sight to see. the way your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out a bit was absolutely positively adorable. and soon he had noticed that he was looking forward less to the doodles and more to watching you draw them. and after that he began looking forward to just you.

you were sat on the jet with your back to the corner of the last seat on the plane, creating a pattern of roses on the back of your hand. Spencer plopped down in the seat next to you, growing tired of watching from so far away.

"that bad, huh?" he asked, noticing the type of flower you were gracing your hand with.

"hm?" you looked up, confused.

"you only doodle roses on bad days." he explained, pointing to your hand.

"what? no i don't!" you defended, " i just think roses are neat."

to be fair, you were having a bad day but he could've profiled that without the doodle. he cant be right, can he? there was no way you had a mood system for your doodles! unless there was.

"repetitive strokes are therapeutic, so roses being rough days make sense. the spiral in the middle followed by however many layered petals you want is a perfectly repetitive while still interesting enough to doodle."

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you've been spying on me, Dr. Reid," you teased, enjoying the slight rouge that appeared on his cheeks.

"what! no! i'm- i'm a profiler i notice patterns! i just- spying sounds creepy." he stammered.

"ok. how about admiring." you jabbed, turning a little red yourself.

"fine. but you know coloring helps too." he flipped back to the old topic of conversation.

"unfortunately i only have the standard blue, black and red ink."

"roses are red." he chuckled.

"interesting point," you bent down and reached into your bag, pulling out a red pen and handing it to him, "knock yourself out."

"what?" he looked at you slightly bewildered.

"coloring is therapeutic, you said it yourself. and you and i both know that you need something to relax you after a case like that. we all do." you explained, trying to be as nonchalant as you could knowing his skin would touch yours.

he grabbed the pen and clicked it open, coloring smoothly and slowly inside the lines you had already made in black, careful not to go over them and smudge the ink. you and him both tried your best to ignore the warmth shooting through your bodies from every place your hands touched. his fingertips lightly grazing your knuckles as he worked.you worked your way up your arm, giving you both space to work and by the time you landed, you had a half sleeve garden of surprisingly well colored (and somehow shaded) red roses.

you went home that night and bought a pack of colorful (washable) pens, hoping this little rose garden with him wasn't a one time thing. and even if it was, you would want to add your own pop of color to your doodles.

thankfully it wasn't.

you and Spencer found yourselves drawing and coloring on your hand a lot. he would catch you doing it and pop in over your shoulder just to add a touch of color where he thought it fit. and you began to feel sad washing off what the two of you had created that day, feeling nostalgic for time that has hardly passed.

and sometimes on the jet you would get tired of your own skin, so you would draw little doodles on his hand, often times leaving a little heart at the base of his thumb. these little hearts he avoided washing off for as long as he possibly could because they felt like a part of you was always with him. he started doing the same thing to your hand, a sort of signature the two of you shared.

most days, the doodles on your hands were pretty much fully colored in.

but now Spencer began to worry. what if you get ink poisoning because of his coloring? sure, the risk was statistically low, improbable even; but never zero. so one night after work he went out and bought a little sketchbook and on the front he scrawled,

"y/n's super duper special sketchbook"

upon receiving it, after giving him a hug he never wanted to let go of, you took a sharpie and started editing the title he had given it. so it now read:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook"

the two of you used up a whole page that day, front and back filled with all types of fruits. Spencer smiled to himself, knowing this had made you very happy. you took a second to take a step back and admire him doing the very thing he admired you for. and you understood why; he just looked so precious and you suddenly realized you craved the feeling of his hand touching yours. so you leaned over and drew a little black heart at the base of his thumb. he looked up at you, smiling widely before returning a red heart to the base of your thumb.

and you guys tore through that book, using a page a day and filling it cover to cover in no time. your own personal handmade coloring book. it turned out to be both of your most prized possessions, a pang of sadness filling your chests as you finished the last page.

you felt bad taking it home with you that night, wondering if maybe Spencer wanted to keep it. maybe you should keep it at work so you can both have it. thats the fair thing to do. you looked down, smiling sadly at the little red heart on your hand.

he did want to keep it. but he had a better idea in mind. he looked down, smiling excitedly at the little black heart on his hand.

the next day when you arrived to work all your worries were solved. on your desk laid a new sketch book entitled:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook: volume ii"

you laughed as you read a small lilac post it note that said, "i want to keep this one please" signed with a little red heart in the corner.

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promenadewithme · 3 years

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May I please have prompt 62 with Simon Basset x female!reader?

Of course! Thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Simon Basset x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 62 (”She doesn’t belong with him” “Than who does she belong with?” “...with me.”)

Warnings: very slight angst with a happy ending. I'm sorry, but I just had to include him saying "I burn for you".

Word count: 1.7 k

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Oblivious

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Dearest Readers,

it has come to this author’s attention that Lady (y/n) (y/l/n) and Lord Benedict Bridgerton were seen promenading earlier this week. We all know Miss (y/l/n) to be a close friend to the Bridgertons, but will she officially become part of the family? Rest assured, if there is an engagement this author will find out.

Your’s Truly,

Lady Whistledown.

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YOUR P.O.V.

“This is absurd!” you exclaimed. “We were seen walking and now we’re to be married?”

“Calm down, (y/n). You know Whistledown is just a gossip, no one will remember this in a week.” said Benedict, putting down his sketchbook to look at you.

As soon as you woke, your lady’s maid showed the infamous society papers and you all but ran to the Bridgerton estate. Benedict was, as always, in the drawing room sketching away. He had already read the paper, but thought nothing of it. He was calm, so calm it irritated you.

“Ben, you don’t understand! If people think I’m engaged to you, they will stop courting me and, unless you plan on marrying me, that is a disaster! I have to marry this season!” at this point Benedict stood up and caressed your arm in an attempt of calming you down. To anyone else, this scene would be scandalous and incredibly improper, but you and Ben have known eachother since infancy and were the best of friends, so there was nothing romantic about the gesture.

“(y/n), my dear, what is this rush? We are still young, you can see so many more seasons before being considered a spinster. You are beautiful, smart, accomplished and any man in the ton would be more that lucky to have you as his wife. If they don’t see it, it’s their loss. As for the rumors chasing them away, I believe it will do quite the opposite.” he said with a smirk.

“Whatever do you mean? If they believe I am to be married, how would it attract them?” you asked, incredulous.

“Well, not to brag, but I am a Bridgerton. If they think you caught my eye, they’d be curious to know what’s so special about you. So, don’t fret. All will be well.” With one last reassuring squeeze, he turned around and sat back down. “Now, are you going to Lady Danbury’s ball this evening?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at his sketch, not quite contempt with the shading.

“Of course I am, it’s the biggest ball of the season!” you exclaimed, sitting down on the sofa in front of him.

“Thank the heavens! If my mother tries to push eligible ladies my way, I’ll run in your direction.” he said, still sketching. Benedict stopped for a second and looked up at you “I heard a certain Duke will be there.” he stated with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and said “We all know he is bewitched by Daphne, it does not matter if he will be there.”

“Of course it matters, you are in love with the man! And, to be completely honest, I don’t believe it is my sister who his heart belongs to. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, it’s the same way Colin looks at maps or Eloise looks at books.” He was leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, hands loosely clasped.

“Like I’m an object?” you said, kidding of course and dying to change the subject. You had the tendency to get your hopes up and the last thing you wanted was to believe your friend and end up with a broken heart.

“Like you hung the moon and the stars.” he had a serious expression and your heart skipped a beat with the thought that Simon would ever look at you that way, but you knew it would never happen. So you waved your hand, smiled and said “I think all the charcoal and paint is going straight to your brain, Mr. Bridgerton. I expect to see your hands all clean if you are to dance with me to trick your poor mama.” Standing up, you curtsied mockingly and said your goodbyes before walking out the door.

SIMON'S P.O.V.

Simon woke with news from Lady Whistledown. He was never one to believe in gossip, but Daphne was always talking about the society papers during their fake courting, so his curiosity got the best of him. What he did not expect was to read (y/n)'s name.

He had sworn to himself that he would never marry, but arriving at the beginning of the season he couldn't help but be smitten by you. He tried to fight it, but every time you smiled he saw himself smiling along, every time you wore his favourite colour he forgot how to breathe, and every time he saw you with Benedict Bridgerton he couldn't control his jealousy.

He confided in Daphne about it and she guaranteed (y/n) and the second Bridgerton son were just close friends, but Lady Whistledown seems to think differently. To be married? Was this true? If so, he knew it was for the best. He would be able to keep his promise to himself, but he could not help the ache in his heart as he dressed for the day.

(Y/N)'S P.O.V.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, pleased with the outcome. Your lady's maid had weaved delicate flowers in your hair, that was pulled up loosely and you wore your newest dress, long white gloves and the family diamonds. Madame Delacroix really outdid herself this time. It was your favourite colour, with princess sleeves, only slightly puffed, and had embroidered tulle at the hem and bottom part of the skirt. You looked truly beautiful.

"(y/n), it's time to-" your mother paused at the door and looked at you. She smiled softly at your reflection. "You look so beautiful, my dear... Do you think a certain Lord might like it too?" she said smiling softly.

"It is not the Lord's attention I want, mama. You know Ben is just a friend" you said, playing with the skirt of your dress.

"I know, sweetheart, I just don't want you do get hurt. All I want is for you to be happy and what better than to marry your best friend?" she hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek, still looking at your reflection.

"To marry the one you love..."

SIMON'S P.O.V.

"You really have outdone yourself, Lady Danbury." Simon said, looking down at the woman who practically raised him. She was wearing a white gown, a tiara and long white gloves, radiant as always, leaning on her cane.

"I always do, my boy. Now, look at that! Your beloved has arrived." she declared with a small smirk.

"I have already spoken to Daphne" he said, nodding in the Bridgerton family direction, however his heart was beating out of his chest as he turned to look at (y/n). It seemed impossible, but she was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her. Simon looked away before he was caught staring.

"We both know I'm not speaking of the Bridgerton girl. You are not as discreet in your brooding as you like to think." he looked at you again, but you were already speaking to Benedict, who was leading you to the dance floor. "What is bothering you, boy?"

Simon stared at the pair dancing for a moment before responding. "She does not belong with him."

"Than who does she belong with?" (y/n) was laughing at something Benedict said and Simon could not bare the view anymore.

"...With me." he mumbled before heading to the gardens.

(Y/N)'S P.O.V.

The song finished and you curtsied, smiling at your best friend. The smile slowly turned into a frown as you saw Simon walking out, into the gardens.

"Go after him." Benedict whispered.

"What? We would be unchaperoned, it would be scandalous!" you answered, only loud enough for him to hear.

"I'll stand at the door and make sure no one sees. Go!" you smiled and wished you could hug you best friend. "Thank you, Ben." you said as you went into the garden after the man you love. The weather was pleasant and the garden was completely empty, with only the Duke passing back and forth close to the bushes.

"Simon?" he stopped in his tracks, looking surprised as he gazed back at you and stepped closer.

"What are you doing here, if we were to be caught unchaperoned yo-" you stopped the nervous man by saying "Benedict is at the door, no one will see."

"Of course he is." he mumbled, but you heard.

"What does that mean?" you asked, not understanding his sudden dislike for the lord.

"It means he is always around, always with you." he spat out.

"Well, he is my best friend." you could not believe what he was saying. "What do you have against him?" you questioned.

"Are you truly to be married?" he demanded, ignoring your question.

"What?" you replied, completely incredulous.

"Please don't." he murmured.

"Simon, I-" you tried to answer but he cut you off.

"Before you say anything, please listen to me. Don't marry him, please." he paused for a second, adjusting his posture. "I love you. You..." he shook his head. "You don't even know what you do to me. Ever since I can remember, I have promised myself I would never fall victim to love, would never marry, would not let my family name carry on. Then came you."

Simon took a step closer and continued to speak. "You changed my plans, awoke desires I never knew I had, you have stolen my heart and my soul... I burn for you." he took your gloved hands in his, caressing them softly. "Don't marry him, marry me." he gazed into your eyes, waiting your answer.

"Simon... It was never my plan to marry Benedict, I was completely honest when I said he is nothing but a friend." you smiled up at him before saying "you are the one I love, always have been."

Simon grinned before pulling you into a passionate kiss, one hand on your back and the other behind your neck. It was a good thing Benedict was at the door, if anyone saw this scene and the rumours reached Lady Whistledown... You didn't even want to think about the ruin it would bring upon your family.

When you and Simon finally parted you managed to mumble "We truly have been oblivious, haven't we? I thought you were in love with Daphne." he chuckled.

"And I thought you to be with Benedict. Good thing you followed me out here, my love." he said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"From now on, it's all I'll ever do."

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topazy · 3 years

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Inside, outside

Pairing: 10k x reader, Addy Carver sister!reader

Warnings: Blood, mentions of child death, swearing

Chapter: 1.01

It had been three years since the apocalypse started, three years since everyone's lives changed. Everyday was a fight for survival, and it never gets easier. As you wake up, all you can think about is the night prior, and the girl you’d given mercy to.

Charlotte. She was nice, far too kind for a world infested with the dead. She had gotten bitten while trying to kill a Z that was chasing a dog. The dog got away, but Charlotte wasn’t fast enough and got bit in the arm.

As you were getting ready for the day, Addy walked into your tent, giving you a bright smile. You knew by the look on her face she was up to something. "I know that look, where are you going?"

"To get more weapons. Want to come?" She asked.

"Sure."

Addy raised her brows, surprised. You usually turn down her offer. "Maybe we can find you another weapon."

You roll your eyes. A silent weapon was the smartest thing to use, but Mack had gotten it into Addy’s head that a bow and arrow wasn’t good enough. They both wanted you to have a gun. "I'm just going to pack my bag," you sighed, ignoring what she said. "I'll meet you outside, okay?"

Addy nodded as she made her way out of the tent, as you began to pack. You put in some spare clothes, a first aid kit, water and some snacks enough to last a couple of days if needed. When you were done, you walked towards the edge of camp to meet Addy and Mac.

"God, does she always need to bring so much stuff?"

You frowned hearing Mack’s comment. You fought the urge to cuss him out, knowing it would just cause another argument. Mack could be a right jackass at times. He always acted like he knew Addy better than you.

We walked in silence the rest of the way. Doc always waved when he spotted potential customers, but his smile always seemed genuine when he saw your sister.

"Got the goods for us, Doc?" You asked. "Anymore vodka?"

"Yup and some aspirin. You got what we talked about last time?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

The older man smiled when you nodded. You rummaged around in your backpack, and pulled out a plastic bag containing fish you had caught a couple of days prior in a small stream nearby. The head cook in your camp let you use her freezer, on the conduction you gave half of whatever you caught to her. Looking pleased with the context, he handed you a small bottle of vodka and some pain killers.

"Good doing business with you," he pointed towards Addy, who was admiring some weapons. "Now, if you excuse me, I’m going barging with your sister."

"My favourite customer," Sketchy said, coming to stand beside you. He licked his lips, "see anything you like?" You scoffed and walked away, but he followed. "So Astra, I can get you another bottle for a fair price."

You scoffed, "yeah?"

"I’ll give you a second bottle, for one kiss."

"Enough," Mac said dryly.

You flipped Sketch off as he continued to laugh. "I’d rather kiss a Z."

Addy sniggered at your comment as she swung a spiked bat. Your eyes widened when a growling came behind you from the tree lines. A zombie came charging at Addy and just before it got her, she whacked it with a bat.

"You okay?" You heard Mack ask.

"Yeah just... it was fast."

You knew Addy was shaken even though she would deny it. You look down at the zombie’s body. "Shit, it's one of the Baker brothers."

"Awh no, did Z's get red? He was one of my best customers," Sketch moaned.

"Wonder if his brothers know?" Doc asked.

"I would say it's a safe bet because here they come." You said, aiming your bow and shooting the Z in the head.

Suddenly, another Z came charging at Mac who was caught off guard. He held it at bay with his arm. You ran towards him and stabbed the zombie in the side of the head with your blade before it had a chance to bite.

Doc’s eyes widened. "Well, it's closing time boys and girls."

Everyone quickly packed up their stuff and the new weapons they had gotten. Addy was recording what had happened on her video, while you took a few pictures with your Polaroid camera. You both thought it was important to record the events of the apocalypse for future generations.

You all silently started making your way back to camp blue sky, but froze when gunfire could be heard in the distance.

"Fuck! That’s coming from camp!" You yelled before running. Once you got closer, you were able to see the camp was destroyed.

"Doc, call Warren and Garnet, see what's going on," Addy said quietly.

Doc nodded, taking out his walkie. "Hello camp blue sky? Warren, Garnett, are you there?"

After a moment, a voice barely came through, "Doc? What's happening? We aren't at camp." Oh shit.

"It's bad guys, Z's everywhere! We think everyone might be dead," Doc sighed.

"Okay... coming... get you," Warren’s voice could be heard weakly through the radio.

You held onto Addy’s arm, pulling her back. "Guys, we need to go now."

You all started running through the forest to avoid the oncoming Z’s. A sigh of relief left your lips when you saw the school bus passing by. At least they got the kids out. But your relief didn't last long as a Z appeared at the back window before screams filled the air. The bus came to a screeching halt, and crashed into a tree.

The back door of the bus burst open and Z's came running straight for your group. Addy grabbed your hand, pulling you along as she ran in the opposite direction, through the trees. We ran up a small hill thinking they had lost, but stopped immediately when five Z's turned to face you. Before they could charge at the group, a truck came speeding towards them, and knocked the undead to the ground.

Garnett leaned out the window, "get in!"

You threw yourself into the back of the truck as Addy, Mac, and Doc followed quickly behind. As Warren sped off away from the Z's you slumped down in the back of the truck.

Camp blue sky was gone, your home was gone.

—

A hand landed on your leg, squeezing gently, causing you to look up at Addy, who gave you a small smile. "Are you okay, Astra? You’ve hardly spoken since... since we left."

You shrugged. Addy sighed but decided not to push you to talk. She knew that would only lead to an argument and no one needed that right now. So you decided to change the topic.

"Who do you think those guys are?" You asked quietly.

"Don't know, one looks like he’s with the military, the other I have no idea," Mac answered. "The other guy just looks shady."

It must be important if Warren and Garnet are listening to them," Addy replied.

Sighing, you turned your attention back to the scenery around you. It was changing fast. The green grass that covered miles of land was becoming deeper shades of red, the further away you got.

—

Warren pulled up outside an abandoned building that looked like it was once a school. It was most likely used as a shelter when the outbreak happened. On closer inspection, the place looked destroyed and deserted.

The man in the military uniform got out of the truck and started walking around scanning the area.

"See anything Hammond?" The other man yelled only to be ignored.

You frowned. Mac was right, the unnamed man did look shady.

"Yeah, it's them!" The military man shouted as he began firing at Z’s.

Warren, Garnet, and the other guy got out of the truck. They told you to stay behind as you stepped out. You nodded, and went to step back inside when the shady looking guy pushed past you, mumbling about needing to pee and stopping beside the truck.

"Dude seriously?" you were disgusted at the fact that he was just going to pee next to everyone. "Go around a corner, or something."

"Free country sweetheart man can piss where he wants."

You scowled at him as you turned to face Warren, "Can I just shoot him?"

"I'm afraid not," she smirked. "Murphy over there is important. We think."

Murphy. At least he had a name now.

Murphy opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off.

"Hey you zip it up,” Hammond pointed to Murphy. "Garnet and Warren, check out the building. The rest of you check the cars for any dead or supplies."

You glanced at Doc, who just shrugged before getting out of the car. You were confused about why Garnet and Warren were taking orders from the military man.

The quiet sound of growling close by made your head snap up. Following the sound, you saw a small group of zombies trying to get something in a cage. You ran back to where Addy and Doc were.

"Guys, we got a bunch of Z's, around the corner. They are trying to claw at something desperately."

"What are they after?" Doc asked

"I’m not sure, but I could see the top of a cage."

You didn't need to say anything else as they quickly followed. As soon as they got there, you pulled out your blade and began to take the Z’s out. Once there were only a couple of them left, you noticed that there was a girl in the cage, but you couldn't tell if she was alive or not.

The girl in the cage looked up at Mac when he went to break the lock on the padlock by stepping into the cage. You had your bow aimed at the girl's head, just in case things turned sour fast.

"Be careful Mac," Addy whispered.

The girl suddenly jumped up, pushing Mac against the cage while holding a knife to his throat.

"Put it down!" You snapped, stepping closer so your arrow was only a few inches from her head.

"Please, please don't hurt him. We saved you!" Addy tried to reassure the girl. Your sister pushed your arm down so you’d lower your weapon, but you didn’t budge.

"Well, she definitely ain't dead," Doc laughed.

The girl glanced between your group. "Sorry, I forgot where I was."

"How long have you been in that cage?" The girls' eyes flickered at you before answering.

She paused before answering, "three days."

Mac slowly led the girl out of the cage, but you still had a tight grip on your bow, still did not trust her.

"It’s okay, Astra," Mac reassured you. "We’re good."

On the way to the building where Garnet and Warren were, you all walked in silence, on high alert for any Z’s nearby. Once you stepped inside the building, your eyes went wide as you saw Garnet holding a baby. Oh my god.

"Holy shit," Warren muttered, walking towards him. "It's been years since I've seen a baby," she said, stroking the baby's cheek.

Warren made it clear she didn’t want to hold the baby, so Garnet turned to face you with a pleading look. "No, absolutely not."

"I’ve seen you take down Z’s without flinching. Don’t tell me you're scared of holding a baby."

You pouted, but before you could reply, Murphy cut in. "Yeah, that's great. Maybe she can shut it up before it attracts Z's.”

You glared at Murphy while taking the baby from Garnet. "Shut up Murphy, it's just a baby.”

Before an argument could break out, Hammond addressed the girl who still hadn’t shared her name. "What were you doing in that cage?"

"I was protecting myself from Z's.”

“Well, it looks to me like someone put you in there. I'm just a little curious as to why everyone else is dead but you." It was clear in his voice that Hammond wasn’t buying her story.

Frowning, she continued to explain what happened. "They showed up with supplies, word about food travels fast and they had too many people to die with. They started shooting some of the locals and that brought on the Z's!"

"Great!" Murphy exclaimed, "Let's leave the baby with her and leave."

"Fuck no! I’m not trusting her with a baby," you felt your face redden slightly. "No offence, but I don't know you. Hell, I don’t even know your name."

The girl just nodded, "I’m Cassandra."

"Fine, we'll take her and the baby to the next outpost," Murphy huffed like a child.

"Puppies and kittens are on the way!" Warren yelled.

They all shot up getting ready for the threat, but were stopped by Hammond. "Garnet stayed here with the baby and Murphy. The rest of you should go and load the car with supplies. Me and Warren are gonna see if we can start that piece of junk out there."

"Wait, we need to talk about this," Mac demanded.

"No we don't, go!" He snapped.

We all looked at Garnet, who nodded his head, telling you to just do what the man said. You may not have trusted Hammond, but you trusted Garnet.

While checking the dead for anything useful they might have on them, you jump at the sound of a shot being fired. You quickly grabbed your bow and arrow and aimed in the direction the gunshot came from. You lowered your weapon slowly. When you made eye contact with a boy who looked to be the same age as you. He’d killed a Z that was coming up behind you.

You opened your mouth to ask where he had come from, but hearing an argument, you began to run to where it was coming from.

"My mission is to get Murphy to California! He is the only chance at a cure we have. I'm not going in there!" Hammond yelled.

Is Murphy the cure? That didn’t seem right.

"Fine! I'll do it, but if I don't come back, you have to get him to that lab." Hammond said before making his way into the building.

"Wait, where's the baby?" You questioned

"Turned into a Z," Garnet said quietly.

"Oh," you sighed while looking down at the ground.

A silence fell over the group, until Doc broke it by making a stupid suggestion about leaving the others behind. You weren’t paying attention as you scanned the area for the boy that saved you.

"Most Z’s don’t come from the sky," Addy said, leaning into you.

"I was looking for... someone," you mumbled.

The sounds of rapid gunfire and screams caused Warren to open the door and slowly enter as everyone else looked on in curiosity. Suddenly, the Z baby was making its way towards your group. You placed a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. This had to have been the worst thing you’d seen since the apocalypse started.

You slowly made your way into the room, and Warren began firing. Hammond was lying dead on the floor. His face had been eaten by Z’s. Swallowing down, you pulled your blade and gave him mercy before you went back outside.

Warren squeezed your shoulder, as she came up behind you, "You did good kid." She turned to face the rest of the group. "We need a plan."

"My plan is to take this truck, forget about California labs and all of you! I wanted off this train from day one!" Murphy shouted

Doc stood up. "Now hold on, what about the vaccine?"

"He's right. What if this is real?" Addy added. “What if it works? What if it's you Murphy?"

"Or what if it's a bunch of bullshit?" Mac scoffed.

"Whatever we do, we can’t stay here. All this noise will attract unwanted attention," you pointed out.

Before anyone could say anything else, the sound of a radio crackling got everyone's attention. You all searched trying to find where the noise was coming from. Addy ran back into the building where Hammonds' body was, coming out seconds later with a handheld radio. You all ran towards Addy to hear better.

"Operation BiteMark, this is citizen Z. Do you copy?" A male voice said.

"Hello, who is this?" Addy asked.

"This is citizen Z. Who am I speaking too?"

She looked up at you with wide eyes, "Addison Carver."

"Addison? Is the package safe?" Addy and you exchanged a confused look.

"Package?" You asked, "Does he mean Murphy?"

Addy answered him. "What are you talking about? What package?"

"Listen... talk to Hammond," the crackled voice said.

Addy sucked in a deep breath. "Sorry, he's dead, it just happened."

"What? No!" The man yelled, "I need to talk to someone in charge!"

Addy handed the radio to Garnet, who looked confused. "He wants to talk to someone in charge."

Reluctantly, he accepted the radio. "Hello, this is Sargent Garnet from the national guard."

"Sargent, listen..." you let out a sigh of distraction as the radio began cracking again. "You... Murphy... California..."

Garnet was yelling at citizen Z that he wanted more information, before the radio died. He was in a fit of rage. Garnet threw the radio onto the ground, smashing it.

Damn it. It looked like you’d need to take Murphy to the lab.

"Alright, we'll take the cars that we managed to get working." Warren said while standing up. "Load up all the supplies, we're going to California."

When the truck was loaded with the small bundle of supplies you’d found, you jumped into the back of the truck.

When Doc slowed down, you stood up to see the boy who saved you. "Hey, you're the kid that saved my ass," he laughed as the boy just shrugged. "Well, can I give you a lift?"

The boy seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging, "sure."

The boy spotted you before hopping into the back of the truck to stand next to you. You banged on the roof, and Doc began driving again.

After moments of silence, you turned to the stranger that saved you, and smiled. "Hey sniper boy, I'm Astra. Thanks for saving me."

"10K."

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jikookiekosmos · 3 years

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Can You Feel Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, stripper!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did: you slept with your best friend, Jungkook, and now you’re feeling confused. You want to take your mind off of things, so what do you do? Hire a stripper, of course! But when you leave the hiring to your roommate, you end up getting more than you bargained for.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Content Warnings: making out, marking/biting, dry humping, reader is blindfolded for part of it, jungkook is acting as a stripper (reader has no idea to start with), dirty talk, slight choking/breath play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cursing (fuck is said a lot), oral (f. receiving), fingering, jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), cumming inside, praise, aftercare (they take a shower, lots of cuddling), jungkook is actually the sweetest

➥Words: ~8.6k

A/N: this is the follow up chapter to Be Good For Me, but it can also be read as a stand-alone fic.

Thank you to Kenz for always supporting me and inspiring me to be a better writer. ❤

Also, thank you to anyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy it~

➥Masterlist

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It’d been almost a week since you’d slept with Jungkook. You hadn’t talked much – which was 100% your fault since you kept dodging most of his calls and texts. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The look on his face when you told him the morning after that it meant nothing to you and that you both should essentially forget about it (spoiler: you couldn’t) was all you could see when you tried to sleep at night. He looked so crestfallen and it broke your heart.

But you kept telling yourself you were doing this for the best.

In your mind, he was confused. You thought that maybe he slept with you because he was horny and you just conveniently happened to be there. And hell, maybe that’s why you did it, too! You guys were just two consenting, horny adults, having a good time. There didn’t have to be feelings involved.

Which is what you kept instilling in your brain every day for the last 6 days. It didn’t make anything better. You kept thinking about how his hands felt on you when he was holding you up, how he took care to not hurt you and kept making sure you were ok with everything that was happening. How he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. It was driving you crazy.

Your roommate was tired of seeing you mope around your apartment, grumbling things about how you were treating this like a break-up and just needed to work it out with Jungkook already. She knew Jungkook, too, not as well as you, of course, but enough. She also tried to convince you that pushing him away wasn’t the answer but you were stubborn and didn’t want to listen.

It was Thursday night when she brought up the idea of hiring a stripper to help you forget.

“You’re kidding,” was your response as you closed your book you’d been reading, curled up on the couch. The look on her face told you she absolutely was not joking.

“Nope, I think it’s a great idea, and if you’re down you can just leave everything to me. I know a guy,” she responded nonchalantly and you just stared at her. When she didn’t elaborate, you sighed and agreed. Hell, hiring a stripper may be more fun that you thought. And you’d have a whole day at work the next day to think about it.

Work the following day went by much faster than usual, because you had been surprisingly buzzing with excitement about the whole stripper scenario that was supposed to go down later. You had decided to leave the hiring of the stripper up to your roommate and she had yet to actually tell you who she hired.

When she finally did, though, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Okay so like I said, I know a guy, but his style is a little...unique.”

“That sounds kinda sketch,” you said with a tiny frown. You were still excited but also…it sounded extremely sus.

“No I promise he’s really good! His whole thing is just that you can’t see him, so you’ll have to be blindfolded while he does his routine. He has great reviews though, people say it brings this whole new level to the experience.” She grinned and it honestly sounded crazy enough to be true, and you figured your generation was known to be into crazy shit so you guessed it wouldn’t be too bad…

You sighed in defeat. “Alright fine, fuck it. I trust you.”

“Yay! I think you’re really gonna love this guy.” Her beaming face was enough to melt your worries away. That was, until you understood what she just said.

“Wait, why do you keep saying ‘you’ like I’m gonna be the only one. I thought this was supposed to be a way for both of us to relax after this hell of a week.” You were confused about why she kept talking like she wasn’t going to be around-

“Nah, I actually have some stuff to do so this one’s all you.”

“Wait, no-“ you started to protest, but there was suddenly a knock at the door.

“Oh, that’s probably him. You just wait here, I’ll be right back.” She ignored your shock, already heading to open the door.

“Hey,” you yelled after her, “we’re not done talking about this.”

“We are for now,” was her response before she disappeared.

When she returned a little bit later, you were still where she left you, this time with your arms crossed.

“I don’t know about this,” you expressed your worry again.

“Y/N. Please just trust me on this. It’s gonna be great, I promise.” She smiled and you couldn’t deny how that smile made you feel like everything would be alright. She really was a good friend to you, even if you didn’t understand her at times.

“Okay, so he’s all ready to come in and start. We just need something to blindfold you with.” She started looking around the room.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” You left to go grab just what you needed from your room. You grabbed a tie - funnily enough, it was one of Jungkook’s. He was always leaving clothes at your apartment along with various other things he owned. You clutched the tie to your chest, trying to push your confusing feelings back down. Now wasn’t the time for that.

When you got back, your roommate excitedly turned you around, preparing to blindfold you. As you waited you held your breath, and when you felt the fabric on your face, you tried to open your eyes. All you saw was black and for a moment it actually kind of frightened you.

Your roommate told you to wait so she could go get a chair, and when she returned she held onto your hand which calmed you down some, guiding you so you could sit down. You heard her walk away to open the door, and soon after you heard her come back with what sounded like another set of footsteps.

“Alright well I’ll leave you guys to it. Don’t break anything in our apartment or I swear to God I won’t pay you.” Her tone was joking, and she almost sounded like she might know this person, if you didn’t know any better. She was probably doing it to make you feel better, though, and you had to admit it helped.

Once you heard her footsteps fade away, you were suddenly very aware that you were in the room blindfolded with a complete stranger. And as much as that fact scared you, it also excited you. Which probably wasn’t supposed to happen, but you know.

“So,” you started awkwardly. You heard the other person make a sound that was something like a sharp intake of breath but it was honestly hard to tell. Were they nervous?

They cleared their throat. “Your friend seems nice,” was the first thing they said, and it was so unexpected that you couldn’t help but laugh.

His voice also sounded really hot, it was deep and had a faint accent to it and you were somewhat sad you couldn’t see who the voice belonged to because you just knew he had to be attractive.

“Yeah, she’s the best. She also said you came highly recommended which I gotta say,” you tilted your head to the side, in what you hoped might be his direction, “I’m kinda curious to see why that is.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and mysterious.

“Well, I’ll be more than happy to show you.” More footsteps as he got closer now, and soon you could feel him close to you.

“What’s your name, babygirl?”

Oh fuck, you were in trouble. Fuck, that pet name, what the fuck-

“Y/N,” you stuttered out. It felt like he was standing right in front of you now.

“Mmm,” he hummed, that accent threatening to drive you crazy, “pretty name for a pretty woman.” You felt something brush against your knee, making you jerk slightly in the chair.

Yeah, you were liking this blindfold thing a little too much, probably.

You laughed. “Please, you can’t even see all of me to know that.”

“Don’t have to,” came his hushed response. “I can see everything I need to-“

He paused for a moment and when he spoke again, it was right by your ear.

“And what I’m seeing right now, tells me that you are very attractive.” His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear, never touching, and the teasing was making you hot.

‘For the love of god,’ you thought to yourself, ‘please do not already get aroused by this stranger in your home-‘

“That’s very kind of you, stranger who has a very attractive voice and is probably attractive in general.” There came that damned chuckle again.

“Hm, I’m glad you think so. How about I show you why I do my job the way I do now, yeah?” He sounded a lot closer now too, and you definitely felt something in front of your legs, probably his own.

“However, if at any point I do anything you’re not comfortable with, I need you to tell me, ok?” Even with that hot sounding voice you could still hear the concern. Which, of course, made him even more hot and you were so sad you couldn’t see him-

“Yes, of course, I’ll let you know. I’m fine right now, I’m enjoying all of this.”

“Good,” you could almost hear the smile in his voice. “First,” he continued, “blindfolding is effective because it takes away one of your senses.”

“Which means-“ his hand brushed against your cheek, “all of your other senses are heightened. Everything is more intense.” You felt as his fingers trailed from your cheek down to your neck before slightly curving around your throat.

You let out a quick gasp, your arousal from his actions immediate.

He gently squeezed, not really applying any pressure at all, it was more of just a touch, but it made you wet all the same. You tried to discreetly rub your thighs together because you didn’t want this happening so soon.

“I-I see,” you stuttered, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. He was applying feather light touches there, while simultaneously trailing the fingers from his other hand down your bare arm, since you were still wearing a sleeveless dress from earlier.

“So even though you can’t see me,” you heard him say as he removed his fingers from your neck, making you almost whine at the loss. “You can feel everything I’m doing to you that much more.”

It was then that you felt him close to your lap, and before you could process what was happening, he grinded down, close enough to where you could almost feel him, just as he said.

It felt like he was rolling his hips, and it was like he could see what you were thinking, because he used his hands to guide both of yours to his hips so you could feel exactly what he was doing.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” you breathed out without thinking, and you were rewarded with another beautiful sounding chuckle from the man now above you. He sounded so hot, holy fuck-

“I’m glad you think so, because there’s plenty more where that came from,” was his response, and before you could question what he meant, he ground down again and this time you did feel it.

You bit your lip to hold in a quiet moan that threatened to slip out. Suddenly, a hand gripped your chin and tugged it down a little, making you stop biting your lip.

“Nuh uh, none of that, babygirl,” fuck there it was again, no pet name had ever had that effect on you before.

He was still rolling his hips and from what you could feel with your hands and in other places he seemed like a real fucking expert at it. It was getting harder and harder to hold in any sounds, but you really didn’t want to let any out just yet.

“I want to hear all the pretty sounds you can make,” he said, and he was just hovering above your lips now. God this stranger was going to be the death of you.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, turning your head to the side as you tried to concentrate on something other than the feeling of him so close to your clothed core.

“What made you want to hire a stripper, anyway,” the mystery man surprised you by changing the subject. “Your friend said something about you were having a bad week?”

All the memories of everything involving Jungkook came flooding back and it was the last thing you wanted to think about right now. But, you couldn’t blame him for being curious, and since he was showing you such a good time, it’d be rude to not answer him.

“Yeah, it’s – fuck – it’s been a week.” He was still rolling his hips and you made no attempt to stop him. If the small pants you could hear from him every now and then above you were anything to go by, he seemed to be enjoying it, too.

You wondered how much you should tell him, and you figured since he was a stranger, pouring your heart out wouldn’t really do too much bad to anyone.

“I did something bad, and it’s been hard to forget about it. I-I hurt someone I have really strong feelings for,” when you finished your sentence, he stopped for just a second before he kept going.

“Yeah? And that’s what made you want to go and hire a stripper to take your mind off of things?”

You nodded, your thoughts jumbled. “If I could take everything back I would, but it was one of those things – you ever think you’re not good enough for someone? I mean, hopefully you haven’t ever thought that you weren’t worth it because you sound amazing, but-“ you were cut off by the feeling of lips suddenly pressing against your neck, sucking lightly. You let out a small gasp, the feeling definitely more intense than it should’ve been.

You reached out involuntarily, and thankfully you found what you were looking for: his shoulders. He had broad shoulders and from what you could feel he seemed quite muscular. And god you wished you could see him.

“You’re more than enough, for anyone,” he said as he continued trailing down your neck toward your shoulder. His voice was quieter then, and almost sounded familiar…

You had Jungkook on your brain though, so that’s probably why you were imagining that.

“Do people pay you to say things they wanna hear alongside making them feel good,” you asked jokingly.

“Sometimes. But this one was on the house, babygirl,” you could feel him speaking the word against your neck as he continued placing kisses, almost like he was trying to brand your skin with it.

You couldn’t help it. You let out a small moan and heard him chuckle right by your ear.

“Ah, there it is. Seems like I’m finally doing my job right, huh,” that deep, deep voice was filling your head and all you could think about was -

- still Jungkook.

Now, this stripper in your apartment just doing his best was a great distraction, but lately almost all of your thoughts had been filled with Jungkook and how badly you had fucked up. You guessed the man above you could tell the shift in your mood, because he stopped everything he was doing.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm,” you muttered back weakly.

“What’s on your mind?”

You laughed. “Why, you curious?”

“Sure. But also,” you gasped as he started rolling his hips again, this time with more force than before. Instead of just feeling him, you felt something press against you. And if it’s what you thought it was, that made you even more excited.

“I’m here to show you a good time. So if you’re thinking about anything that’s going to upset you, I’m going to change that right now.”

He was essentially grinding down right against your clit now, and since your dress was thin you could feel everything. You let out a whimper because you didn’t have a choice.

“Oh my god, Ju- just do whatever you want to.” You had started to say a name - his name - and thankfully saved yourself in time.

At least, that’s what you had hoped.

He stopped moving, and it was then that you knew you’d fucked up.

“Babygirl?”

You gulped. “Y-yes?’

He slowly ground down and you felt something very hard press against your core. It felt amazing and you tried to lift yourself up to feel it again. His fingers were wrapping around your throat once more, keeping you from moving.

“It sounded a lot like you were about to say a name then,” he continued, drumming his fingers along your neck, squeezing every so often. His tone was low, dark, and sounded dangerous.

You gulped again. “N-no that’s not-“

He cut you off by another squeeze around your throat, this time with more pressure than before. You gasped, and you swear you heard him let out a soft groan.

“You know,” he said as he placed a kiss around your collarbone, “you can’t see me. So, if you’re thinking about someone making you feel good, you can call me by their name. If it helps.”

His logic made sense but also how weird would you feel calling this stranger Jungkook’s name? Your thoughts were indeed simply all about Jungkook right now, but would it be really ok to do that?

As you contemplated, he grinded down again, making you moan.

“What do you think, babygirl?” You started rolling your own hips as best you could in the position you were in. “How about you let me hear that name fall from those pretty lips of yours, hm?”

“I- are you sure?” Your eyes were squeezed shut from the pleasure that was building up, despite not being able to see anything due to the blindfold.

“Yes, if it’ll make you feel good, call me whatever you want, whoever you want.”

You could feel his lips hovering over yours again, and one particular thrust had you reeling and losing control before you could realize it.

“Jungkook,” you said it barely above a whisper, your lips brushing against his as you did so. His fingers were still wrapped around your throat, and he squeezed them with the most pressure he’d done for the whole night. You moaned again.

“Fuck, I knew you’d sound so pretty.” He suddenly stopped moving and you couldn’t feel him anymore. You started moving your head side to side to try and find him.

It was then that you felt yourself being lifted up and turned around, before you felt yourself sitting down again. He placed your hands on what you guessed were his shoulders, and you realized then that you had to be straddling him.

Listen, you’d never hired a stripper before, so you weren’t sure how all this worked. You didn’t know if they got intimate, and if they did, how intimate they got. You also weren’t sure if it was just different for everyone.

But whatever was happening now, he seemed to definitely be enjoying it, and you knew you were. And not seeing him was suddenly a blessing, because now all you could think about as you were straddling this ridiculously-attractive-sounding man, was the boy with the bunny smile that stole your heart.

Even if you realized it too late.

He used his hands that were now around your waist to roll you forward. You had momentarily forgotten how dresses work, and since you were straddling him now, you were rolling against him with just your panties as a barrier from his figure under you.

“Fuck,” you let your head hang as the pleasure washed over you, and with the sensitivity you felt due to your senses being heightened, you would absolutely cum all over this stranger in your apartment if you weren’t careful.

He, however, seemed very hard underneath you, so you guessed he didn’t mind much.

“Can you feel me, babygirl,” he asked breathlessly, panting as you kept moving against him. His small noises were almost driving you insane, and all you could see behind your eyelids was how Jungkook looked when you were on your knees for him that night.

You were also really grateful Jungkook never called you babygirl because you’d still probably be in your bed with him even now, almost a week later.

You nodded, moving faster on your own accord letting out moans as quietly as possible. Soon he started to let out sounds that matched your own, and it spurred you on to continue.

He trailed his fingers along your neck, which made you shudder in his hold. You heard him let out a soft chuckle and before you could ask why, his hand wrapped around your throat again.

Except this time, instead of just squeezing to apply pressure, he pulled you closer to him by the hold he had on your neck. He was basically manhandling you while you were straddling his lap blindfolded and holy fuck were you enjoying it.

“Do I make you feel good,” he asked against your lips, giving them a small peck, as if to test the waters. You nodded again, panting as you could feel your release approaching quickly.

“Jungkook,” you let the name roll off your tongue again because fuck it, why not, at this point. He groaned and squeezed around your neck, making you gasp.

“Please,” you breathed out. You felt him drum his fingertips against the pulse point in your neck.

“Please what,” he all but growled out, that deep accent as strong as ever. His voice seemed a little more strained now as he was coming undone too, but he was holding it together a lot better than you were.

You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. “More, please,” you said weakly, hoping he’d understand.

“Fuck,” was the response you got, before he applied more pressure. It was getting harder to breathe, but never to the point where you felt like you were in danger or it hurt. He was giving you just enough of what you wanted, and it was bringing you to the edge very fast.

“You look so sexy like this, Y/N, fuck-“ he broke off and he definitely sounded a lot like he was losing his composure now.

“Jungkook, fuck, I-“ you stuttered as you kept rolling your hips on top of him as he guided you with one hand on your waist, the other still around your throat, a feeling you were now fond of.

“Come on, let go for me,” he spurred you on, and you knew it wouldn’t be long now. Especially not when you could feel him panting again by your ear.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he said as he gently bit down on your earlobe, a harsh contrast from many of his other actions tonight.

“Fuck, Jungko-“ you were cut off as his lips crashed against your own , thankfully, because he swallowed all the sounds you made as you were experiencing one hell of an orgasm. His hands were gripping your hips so tight you felt like he could break you if you let him.

And maybe you should.

He was still panting below you, letting out soft moans as you started slowing down. You didn’t want to be the only one to reach your high, though, so you kept going.

“F-fuck, Y/N, you don’t have to,” his voice was low and didn’t have as strong an accent now, but you couldn’t focus on that. All you could focus on right now was returning the favor for this stranger that just gave you one of the best orgasms you’d ever had.

“It’s your turn to cum for me now,” you said against his lips, since neither of you had moved from earlier. He groaned into the kiss and you felt yourself becoming overstimulated at this point, but if you kept getting to hear the sounds he was making, you’d deal with it as long as you needed do.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he moaned and you swear you almost came again right then. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to see him, needed to see him. You wanted to watch this man beneath you fall apart.

“Can I see you,” you asked timidly, still rolling your hips forward, trying to bring him to that same euphoric state you’d just reached yourself.

His response was…not what you expected. Instead of a simple yes or no, he started slowing your movements until you were completely still on his lap. Had you done something wrong?

“Y/N,” he called your name. That voice…no way, it couldn’t be…

“Jungkook?” Your voice cracked as you called out his name, this time not out of pleasure, but out of genuine confusion.

You felt him remove his hands from around your waist, going now to the back of the tie still blindfolding you. You felt him untie it and suddenly it fell from your face and into your lap. You blinked to readjust your eyes to the light, and then you looked at his face.

Your heart sank.

“Jungkook,” you asked again. You saw him gulp and nod, so many emotions hidden behind his big doe eyes that you were sure mirrored your own.

“Hey” he tried offering you a small smile. Under normal circumstances, you would have returned it. But this was not a normal circumstance; in fact, it was anything but.

His hands hand gone back down to your waist, but he wasn’t touching you again yet. Which, honestly, you were grateful for right now because you had no idea what the fuck was going on.

When you made no attempt to speak, his eyes widened. “I can explain-”

“That would be a good idea,” you responded, trying to keep your tone under control because you really, really did not want to fight with him again. You’d been beating yourself up over how you treated him the last time you saw him, and the idea of pushing him away even more hurt your chest.

He sighed, the sound almost coming out shaky. “I just- I wanted to fix things. I know what you said about what happened between us, and that it didn’t mean anything,” hearing your owns words coming from him hurt more than you thought it would.

He looked into your eyes now, taking your hands into his own, rubbing gentle circles onto the backs of them with his thumbs. “But I know that’s not true. We’ve been so close for so long now, I can tell when you’re fighting something, especially when you fight your own feelings.”

You could feel yourself tearing up at his words, and is if on cue, he reached up and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that hadn’t quite fallen yet.

“I know you’re scared,” his voice was soft, soothing. “Y/N, I’m scared, too. Fuck, I’m so scared of doing something wrong, so terrified of hurting you.” He cupped your face in his hand, making you instinctively lean into his touch.

“Jungkook, I just don’t know…” you trailed off with a sigh. And you were telling the truth: you didn’t know. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way. You knew that you loved him, that you would do anything for him, and that you never wanted to hurt him.

So why was this so difficult?

His eyes held yours and suddenly he looked more determined. “You may not know right now, and that’s ok. But,” he added as he leaned his forehead against yours, “I know.”

You held your breath while you waited for him to continue.

“I know that I’ve loved you for a long time. And not just as your best friend, but I’ve loved you for the person you are. The way you laugh, the way you smile, every little thing about you is something that I adore.”

Every word that fell from his lips made the feeling in your chest more overpowering, to the point where you felt like you may burst. Jungkook was confessing to you. Something you’d only ever considered would happen in another lifetime, something you’d wanted to hear for so long.

But you convinced yourself a long time ago that it would never happen, and that’s why you’d pushed him away.

Jungkook sighed after a few moments of silence, pulling away from you and giving you a sad, small smile. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I understand.”

He couldn’t be any further from the truth. You loved him with everything you had, and you wanted to show him. No more holding back, no more fighting feelings. The only thing that mattered right now was Jungkook and that you were here with him.

You knew you had to act fast, or else he may try to leave and you didn’t know what would happen after that. He was looking down so when you suddenly moved to hold his face in your hands, his eyes widened with surprise.

You kissed him with all the sincerity you could muster, hoping he could feel how much you loved him with the way your lips were moving against his. His arms wound around your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and letting out a content sigh.

You pulled back for a moment to catch your breath. “I love you, too.” You felt him smile against your lips, but before he could kiss you again, you pulled back more.

“I love you even if you pretend to be a stripper and have me blindfolded to where I can’t tell it’s you.” His laughter made you smile, your chest feeling warm upon hearing that sweet sound.

“Jeon Jungkook, honesty what the fuck were you-” he cut you off by kissing you again, the kiss soft at first but quickly turning intense when he bit down on your bottom lip, swallowing a small moan from you.

“I promise I’ll explain later,” he started mouthing at your neck, your hands instinctively finding purchase in his hair. “For now, though, how about you let me do my job and take care of you, hm? Babygirl,” he added the last part as he thrusted upward to meet you again, the feeling still enough to overwhelm you since it hadn’t been that long.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” your eyes closed as he stated to mark your neck, no longer holding back. He chuckled and you felt the vibration against your skin.

“I can tell,” he added, moving his hands up and down your sides as he continued rolling his hips forward. You wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face, so you met his thrusts with one of your own, pushing down hard enough to earn a groan from him.

“You know,” you added, “there’s probably somewhere much more comfortable where we can continue this.” He grinned at your suggestion.

“I like the sound of that. Lead the way.”

You moved to get off of his lap, but before you could do anything, he got up from the chair, picking you up at the same time and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms wound around his neck.

“I thought you said you wanted me to lead,” you quipped, raising your eyebrow. He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“I just need you to tell me which bed I’m going to fuck you on, and I’ll handle the rest,” was his response, and his words had you becoming wet again at an embarrassingly fast rate.

“My bed, preferably.” He started walking to the staircase then, and you thought he may put you down, but as always, Jungkook managed to surprise you when you least expected it.

You knew he was strong. Jungkook liked to work out, he liked to stay fit. But him being able to carry you up an entire flight of stairs while mouthing at your neck, not bumping into anything along the way or missing a single stair? It had you feeling dizzy.

When the two of you reached your bedroom, Jungkook pushed you against the wall so that he could still hold you up and open the door with his free hand. The feeling of being caged between him and the wall was doing no favors for your arousal, and your panties were practically sticking to you now. You wanted them off, and soon.

You figured that it wouldn’t be much longer before you’d be getting your wish.

When the door was opened, Jungkook walked both of you through it before placing you on the bed, hovering over you as he captured your lips with his once again. You pulled him closer as his thigh parted your legs. He pressed against your core, making you gasp.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed down your neck, each kiss leaving you feeling like your skin was on fire. “Let me take care of you.”

You watched as he kept moving down until he was situated with his head between your legs, staring up at you as pulled up the skirt of your dress and played with the hem or your panties.

“Let me make you feel good,” he said in that same low tone from earlier, placing a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. He looked at you now like he was asking for permission. You nodded, desperate for him to touch you again.

He started sliding your panties down your legs until they were around your ankles, removing them completely before tossing them over his shoulder. His eagerness made you giggle, causing him to look up at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny, hm,” he asked, massaging your thighs but not yet providing you with any relief where you wanted it.

“Nothing, just you.” He hummed but let it be, inching closer now to your core, close enough you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“You’re already so wet for me, babygirl.” There was that pet name again, the one that drove you insane, and you suddenly weren’t sure if you’d be making it out of this bedroom anytime soon.

“Jungkook, please,” you didn’t mean to let out a whine, but the sound that just came from you sure sounded a lot like one. Jungkook chuckled.

“As you wish,” he answered, giving your clit a quick lick that had you arching your back. He’d barely done anything yet and you were already overwhelmed.

Without a warning, he started tonguing at your entrance, moving it in and out slowly, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart as you were shaking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you called out and your hands buried themselves in his hair. You felt more-so than heard him moan.

“You taste so good,” he said before he continued, going faster now. You chanced looking down at him and the sight made you shudder.

He was staring up at you, his lips wrapped around your clit, dark hair falling somewhat into his eyes. He looked like pure sin and you wanted him to devour you. And, judging by how he seemed to be enjoying himself, it looked like that’s what he wanted to do as well.

You felt him gently prod a finger at your entrance as he started licking your clit faster. You were more than wet enough to accommodate his long fingers, but as always, he had to make sure you were ok before doing anything.

“Tell me if it hurts, ok,” he was looking up at you again, his eyes focused on your face. You smiled.

“Kook, you act like I’ve never had anything inside me before,” you joked with him. He smirked.

“Just making sure,” he said as he plunged two fingers inside of you, the motion making you breathless. His long fingers could easily reach spots you couldn’t and the pleasure had you gushing even more.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out when he curled his fingers, finding your g-spot almost immediately.

He continued licking and sucking at your clit again, now trying to match the rhythm he had going with his fingers. Your hips were starting to move so much that he had to hold them down with his unoccupied arm.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, hands pulling on his hair again, making him groan. He went faster now, and you knew that if you didn’t stop him soon, you’d be cumming in no time.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna- if you keep doing that I’m-,” the pleasure was so intense that you were having trouble forming sentences, your warning not coming out.

He understood, though, and that just made him go faster.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he said it breathlessly, making sure to speed up his actions enough to push you over that edge.

You shuddered violently as you came for the second time that night, a string of moans and Jugnkook’s name leaving your lips as you rode out your high with his fingers still inside of you.

Once you started to calm down, he carefully pulled his fingers out and you watched as he sucked the fingers into his mouth before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coming back up to kiss you again. You could feel how hard he was as he was pressed against your thigh.

“It’s my turn to take care of you now,” you told him in a soft tone right by his ear, cupping him and being rewarded with a moan as you did.

He leaned up to take off his shirt, your hands going to work removing his jeans. When he had shed all of his clothing, he pulled your dress off as well, taking care to not hurt you in the process, despite his eagerness to see you naked before him once more.

He was sitting on his haunches now in front of you, pushing his hair out of his face as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but moan as you looked at him.

He wasn’t just looking at you with lust, however; he was looking at you with so much love that you felt a warmth spread throughout your whole body.

“Come here,” you opened your arms, “please. Need to feel you,” you added and he smiled. He moved closer then, stroking himself, his cock leaking precum as he rubbed the head against your still soaked folds.

You both knew that you were on the pill and that you both were always safe with any previous sexual partners you’d had, so you had no qualms with him being inside of you unprotected and neither did he.

You always told yourself that this type of sex was something you wanted to experience the first time with someone you truly loved, and it looked like now was the time.

He pulled you further down the bed so he could line himself up with your entrance, just barely pushing in. He looked at you and it seemed like he was holding back.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, “I need you to tell me if it hurts, ok? I’m gonna go in slow-“

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you encouraged him. You knew he was big – you remembered from when you’d taken him in your mouth that night – so you were aware of what you were in for. “I promise I’ll let you know.”

You ran your hand lovingly over his tattoos that extended from his shoulder all the way down his arm and over his hand as he readjusted his grip on your thigh. You gave him a nod and it seemed to be the last bit of encouragement he needed.

He pushed in and all but knocked the breath out of you. You weren’t sure when the last time you’d had something, or someone, so big inside of you – and you realized the answer may have actually been never.

He was stretching you out in a way that faintly hurt due to overstimulation from you having cum recently, but the look on his face and the sounds he was making made you forget all about that. His lips were parted, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you. He licked his lips as he pushed in further, letting out a strained moan.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out. His eyes were closed now and he didn’t make any attempt to move, probably so you could adjust to his size, but you wanted to tease him a little. You clenched around him and felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hung his head, hair falling into his eyes again. “Shit, don’t do that or I’m really gonna have a hard time holding back.”

“Then don’t,” you told him, clenching around him again. His grip on your thighs tightened.

He opened his eyes again and was looking at you know, his stare intense. You knew you were in for it now.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growled, suddenly pulling out and slamming back into you with a force that had you shifting up the bed. Each thrust left you gasping, unable to form any sounds as the pleasure washed over you at a degree you’d never felt before.

“You feel so good around me,” Jungkook moaned out, his pace increasing as he kept pounding into you. He pushed your knees up to your chest so he could get closer to you, the new angle leaving you a moaning, panting mess beneath him.

He was close enough to you now that you could wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades every few thrusts as the pleasure intensified. He was panting by your ear now, saying your name so sweetly, making you clench around him each time.

You could feel the familiar heat building up in your stomach again, albeit not as strong as before since you’d already cum a few times tonight, but it was still strong enough. It seemed like Jungkook was getting close now, too, and you wanted to help him over that edge.

As he felt your walls tightening around him, he leaned his head back, cursing before coming down to kiss you harshly. He was moaning into your mouth now, and you were swallowing almost every beautiful sound he made.

“I won’t last much longer,” he panted out, his kisses and thrusts becoming more sloppy.

“Me too, baby, me too,” you pulled him impossibly closer, wanting to feel him as much as you could. You saw as his brows furrowed together and listened as his moans started becoming louder and more frequent.

You had a thought then, and you figured now would be the best time to act on it. You took one of his hands and placed it around your neck. Jungkook looked down at you and you felt him twitch inside you.

“Y/N,” he moaned out, squeezing slightly, the pressure making your high start to approach much faster than before.

“You’re always so good for me,” he continued, praising you as he leaned down to kiss you and squeezed again. He was so careful, always applying the same amount of pressure, never too much. You could breathe easily, but just the feeling of his hand there was enough to push you over the edge for the third time.

“Jungkook,” you cried out, your orgasm less violent than before, but the feeling was different now, somewhat still heightened since he was inside of you. Your walls clenched around him hard, making him let out a long, loud moan. He moved his hands now to grip the bed sheets so he had some way to ground himself as he was coming undone.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I love you so much, I-,” you cut him off as you pulled him into a kiss, one that you filled with as much love and passion as you could. He kept moaning as he continued his now uncoordinated thrusts, once, twice, three more times before he twitched inside of you and you felt him fill you up, cumming inside you with a loud groan.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, eyes closed as he came down from his high. You were rubbing his back and placing kisses on his temple, feeling as he softened inside of you but made no attempt to pull out just yet.

“Well,” you started to say, “that was nice.” You felt him chuckle against your shoulder.

“Just nice, huh,” he asked as he was still laying on top of you, leaning up on his elbows now so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight.

“Hmmm,” you pretended to ponder about it. Jungkook feigned hurt and the look on his face made you laugh.

“You made me cum 3 times in the span of like an hour. I’d say that’s pretty good.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Trust me, babygirl, I can do way better than that.”

The suggestion had you slightly throbbing again upon hearing it, but you knew you were done for right now. Perhaps in the future you could go for longer rounds without needing a break, but right now you just wanted to stay like this with Jungkook.

“I’m sure you can,” you agreed as you captured his lips in a gentle kiss. You felt him sigh against you, sounding completely content.

He grunted as he pulled away. “As much as I’d hate to move right now, we should probably get cleaned up. How does a nice, warm shower sound?” You nodded and he pulled out carefully, leaving you feeling slightly empty now that he was no longer inside of you.

He got off the bed first, legs somewhat wobbly from what you could tell, but he was probably in much better shape than you were. You actually dreaded getting up because you weren’t sure how well you’d be able to walk-

You didn’t have to think about it very long, though, before Jungkook was scooping you up and carrying you bridal style towards your bathroom. The gesture wasn’t grand or anything, but it made you fall even more for him.

You were so, so in love with him. And there was no use in denying it anymore.

During your shower, you both took turns cleaning each other off, sharing passionate kisses whenever you’d be facing each other. You ended up just staying under the water wrapped in each other’s arms for most of the shower, but you both eventually decided to get out when the water started to get cold.

Jungkook helped you dry your hair with a towel, his lips slightly parted as he focused on drying it carefully. As you looked up at him and saw his face full of concentration, you felt that familiar warm feeling blossom throughout your chest. It was a feeling you’d felt for quite some time now, whenever you’d catch him doing something endearing.

Once you both were clean and dried off, you settled back into the bed, you opting for one of his t-shirts and him in a pair of sweatpants. It was later in the evening than you thought it was, and you suddenly realized how tired you’d become.

Jungkook was lying on his back and you placed your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you to pull you close. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, looking down at you as you sighed comfortably.

“Hey,” he said softly. You peered up at him sleepily, making him smile. “We don’t have to get into it now, but-“

He trailed off, seeming somewhat troubled. You figured it was probably because of what happened the last time you two slept together.

Except then, all these mutual feelings weren’t out in the open like they were now. You leaned up to kiss him, hoping to assuage his worries as much as possible for the time being.

“I love you,” you told him, not missing how his arm that was wrapped around you pulled you even closer. “And I know you love me. I think that’s all we need to know right now.”

Your answer seemed to help somewhat, but it looked like it wasn’t quite what he was looking for since his brows were still slightly furrowed.

“I know that, I guess I’m just worried about what happens now,” he said quietly as he rested his cheek on top of your head.

“Well,” you pulled back so you could look him in the eyes. “I figured maybe we’d date or something.”

Your answer took him off guard and the look on his face was too laughable you couldn’t help but giggle. A second later he broke out into a huge grin.

“Wait, are you serious,” he asked, his tone excited. You nodded and he pulled you into a kiss, hugging you tightly.

“God, I’ve waited so long for this,” he added, pulling away to leave a peck on your nose. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

“Honestly, me too,” you added, giggling again when he brushed his nose against yours.

Before you got comfortable laying on his chest again, there was still something your were curious about. You folded your hands together and laid them on his chest, resting your chin on top of them as you searched his face. He was still beaming and the sight had your stomach feeling fluttery.

“So, this whole stripper plan. Explain.”

He looked taken aback and averted his eyes, only to have you turn his face toward you again.

He sighed. “I asked your roommate if she had any idea how I could fix things. It was mainly her idea, but the blindfold thing was something I suggested because I knew it’d probably be best if you couldn’t see me- which now in hindsight sounds stupid,” he finished with a groan.

You laughed. “You’re both idiots, but I love you anyway.”

“Hey!” Jungkook tickled your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “We should at least get points for creativity.”

“Fine, I guess I can give you that,” you finally relented as you laid your head on his chest again. You could hear his heartbeat, slow and rhythmic, also soothing. “Where’d you learn to dance like that, though? You certainly felt like you knew what you were doing, even if I couldn’t see you.”

Jungkook’s laugh was like music to your ears as he rubbed your back. “You know those dance classes I took as electives in college? I learned a lot more than you think.”

“Ooh, interesting. Perhaps you can show me some time,” you peered up at him again, your eyes half-closed from being sleepy, “and not under the guise that you’re a stripper.”

“You got a deal, babygirl,” he said softly, giving you one last kiss before you placed your head on his chest again. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, the sound lulling you into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in weeks. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, making you feel safe. You knew the road ahead might not be easy, but you had your best friend – the man you loved more than anything else in the world – by your side. You knew that in the end, that would make it all worth it.

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Could you do a fic based on @madsholland sketch of coops getting distracted during their workouts?

110% yes! Mads is such an incredible artist and an even better friend--she deserves all the fics! The sketch can be found here, and Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for mentioned past canon injury (ribs)

“Hands back,” Remus said, then laughed as Sirius stretched his arms over his head. “Okay, not that far.”

“Flat?”

“Here.” He bent Sirius’ elbows and tucked his hands under his ears, studiously ignoring the silver that tracked his every move. Ten more minutes, he reminded himself as Sirius settled his shoulders back against the mat. Then kisses.

Sirius, however, did not seem to get the memo. He leaned up with parted lips, only to be pushed back down by the forehead. Quite gently, in Remus’ opinion. “Come on, just one?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Please?” He made kissy noises for a moment before breaking off into laughter as Remus scowled playfully.

“What am I, a cat?”

Sirius offered his cutest smile and reached up, tangling his fingers in Remus’ hair and tugging him down a few inches. “Pretty please?”

“Eight minutes, because you are very pretty.”

“Right now.”

“Five minutes, and that’s my final offer.” At Sirius’ pout, he rolled his eyes. “Come on, it’s only two stretches. Hands up, please.”

He shifted back into position with minimal grumbling; Remus couldn’t say the same for himself, and beat back the urge to cover that lovely face in kisses with a metaphorical stick. Thankfully, he had quite a bit of practice. “You have such warm hands.”

“Aw, thank you.”

“They’re so gentle, too, and—” Both of them winced when Sirius’ sternum crackled, but he relaxed with a soft sigh not even two seconds later. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“A little stressed, were we?” Remus teased. Feeling along his upper ribs.

A hum vibrated under his fingertips. “It’s been doing that since I broke them, actually. Every time I stretch my arms over my back, it sounds like popcorn.”

“…what?”

“Popcorn.”

Remus paused and made a timeout motion with his hands. “You’ve had popcorn bones for almost a year and didn’t tell me?”

“It’s not painful.” Sirius shrugged, clearly unbothered. “And the doctors said it might happen. There wasn’t anything you could do about it.”

“Yeah, but…” Remus trailed off with a frown as he mapped each ridge beneath Sirius’ shirt. “I still don’t like it. God, I didn’t even notice.”

Sirius showed his usual affinity for following instructions and took his hand off his ear, pulling lightly on the collar of Remus’ shirt. “Really, Re, I’m fine.”

“I worry about you.”

“You don’t have to,” he laughed, sliding his palm over. “It’s our job to get banged around, remember? You have nothing to worry about with this. It’s a weird quirk that has no lasting effects on me besides a fun party trick.”

“And a way to terrify Pots.”

“That, too.” A look of mock-thoughtfulness poorly masked the mischief in his eyes. “Though I coulduse some emotional support from someone whose lips are looking awfully lonely.”

Remus cupped his face in his hands and gave it a squish. “You are ridiculous, and far too good at stalling for five minutes.”

Sirius scooted backward and laid his head in Remus’ lap, folding his hands over his belly. “Des bisous?”

The sheet of exercises he had printed out specifically to do that day before showing the others at practice glared at him from its spot on the floor. Remus mentally flipped it off and leaned down to capture Sirius’ bottom lip between his own—the low, happy noise it drew out wiped away any thoughts of future consequences. “You’re too cute for your own good,” he murmured.

Sirius smiled against his mouth. “I’m exactly as cute as I need to be.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #lumosinlove #sweater weather #my fic #fanfic #stretching

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jinx-jade · 3 years

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Secret Dreams Chapter 2: Meeting the Wayne’s

Marinette woke from the dream zone, leaving her alone in the empty bed of her hotel room. While Aunt Penny, Uncle Jagged, and herself were staying at the same hotel, Marinette had a separate room from the couple.

When she went to open her eyes the sun was shining directly in them, temporarily blinding her, which was strange since she had closed the curtains last night. Squinting her eyes open slowly to let them adjust to the bright light. Marinette tensed when she could make out the shape of a person.

“Rise and Shine my little rockstar!”

Relaxing, Marinette groaned at her Uncle's childish antics.

“It’s too early for you to have this much energy!” Marinette whined, pulling her pillow over her face.

“Nah, no such thing as too much energy!” Jagged informs her. “Besides we're meeting up with Brucie and a couple of his kids at W.E. today.”

Marinette grinds at that piece of information before quickly replacing it with a scowl. She removed the pillow from her face and glared at Jagged.

“I’m not going anywhere without having some form of caffeine first.” Marinette bargains

“Well then isn’t it a good thing that I got us both coffee?” Penny suggests as she walks in to hand Marinette her cup. “After all, not all of us wake up as energetic as Jagged does.”

“Gasp, Betrayed by my wife!” Jagged cried, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

“Did? Did you just say Gasp?” Marinette questioned looking a lot less annoyed and more like she was about to explode from laughter.

“I know what I said, little rockstar!” Jagged exclaimed as if it would help his case. Instead of the desired effect, Penny and Marinette burst into laughter.

Penny wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, “Jagged is right though little star” causing Jagged to preen a bit at the praise. Penny just shook her head at his antics, "We're meeting up with a few of the Waynes to discuss any final details for the charity gala."

Marinette nodded her head before taking a sip of her coffee, letting out a pleased sigh.

"Let me shower and get ready, then we can head out?" Marinette suggested. Penny agreed and dragged Jagged out to let her get ready.

Marinette grabbed an outfit out of her suitcase that she had forgotten to unpack the previous night. Entering the bathroom and locking the door, disappearing until she was ready for the day.

"Well, today seems like it'll be a fun day, huh Sugar cube?" Plagg asks rhetorically, grinning as he abandons his hiding spot.

"You think any kind of chaos is fun, stinky socks!" Tikki argues leaving her spot as well.

Once the kwamis of creation and destruction came out of hiding, the rest followed suit. Most of the kwamis moved towards the mini-fridge to grab their breakfasts. Some of them settled on the counter while others moved to sit on the bed or couch.

The kwamis made idle chit-chat until Marinette left the bathroom. She was wearing a high collar ivory blouse with long frilly sleeves and lace details. The blouse was tucked into her black high waist sailor shorts, with gold buttons and trim. She spends only a few minutes debating whether to wear platform heels or her knee-high black combat boots before deciding to go with the boots.

“Which of us would you prefer to join you today Mademoiselle Guardian?” Kaalki questions with her usual grace and elegance.

“Hmm, maybe you, Tikki, Plagg, and Trixx?” Marinette considers it before nodding to herself. “Yeah, let’s go with the four of you. Unless any of you wish to stay here?”

“And miss the chaos? Don’t be ridiculous, Sugar cookie!” Plagg answers with mock offense. Trixx nodded their head in agreement with Plagg’s statement.

Tikki let out a sigh, “Someone has to keep you from getting into trouble.” Shaking her head in amusement, “Might as well be my luck.”

“As you wish, Mademoiselle Guardian. I have no issues with your decision.” Kaalki informs her.

“All right then! Let’s get going before Uncle Jagged comes to get me.” Marinette makes a face at that, making the kwamis laugh. “Have a nice day everyone. Remember, don’t be seen, and don’t cause too much trouble.”

Each kwami gave their agreement to stay out of sight and not make trouble. Marinette nodded her head, grabbing her small black backpack for her sketchbook, pencils, and the kwamis. After checking that she had everything, Marinette made her way towards the lobby. Once there, she had no trouble spotting her Aunt and Uncle. Easily making her way towards them.

“Ready to go little star?” Penny questioned

“Yup! Plus I’m much more awake after finishing my coffee and taking a shower.” Marinette smiled as they started walking out of the hotel.

Jagged led them to a sleek black car with an older gentleman standing next to it.

“A pleasure to see you again Master Jared.” the man politely clams, only to have Jagged tackle him into a hug.

“Good to see ya, Alfie!” Jagged exclaimed as he pulled away.

“You must be Mrs. Rolling and Miss Dupain-Cheng?” the man, Alfie? Questioned. Receiving a nod from both Penny and Marinette.

“But feel free to call me Marinette. My last name is a bit of a mouth full.”

“And Penny is fine for me, Monsieur.”

“Of course Mrs. Penny, Miss Marinette. Master Bruce sent me as your ride to W.E., and anywhere else you may go during your stay. My name is Alfred Pennyworth, but please call me Alfred.”

Once introductions were over and done with, the group moved into the car. Heading towards Wayne Enterprise.

Marinette looked out of the windows of the car, watching the gothic architecture pass by. Damian had been right about the city seeming dark and gloomy. He was also right about it being the perfect inspiration for her new clothing line, Shadows. Marinette took out her sketchbook and got to work, not even noticing the time passing by.

“We have arrived,” Alfred claimed as he turned off the car, stepping out and opening the car doors for them. “Simply head to the reception desk and introduce yourselves. They have already been made aware of your appointment.” and with that Alfred reentered the car, driving off, presumably, back to Wayne Manor.

They did as Alfred instructed and were taken up to Bruce Wayne’s office. Jagged knocked on the Office door. After a few moments, Mr. Wayne appeared in the doorway.

“Jared, I’m glad you could make it,” he said welcoming them into the office. “Am I right to assume that these lovely ladies are your wife and niece?”

“That’d be a right on assumption” Jagged agreed. “This is my wife Penny Rolling, she’s also my lovely assistant.”

“It’s nice to meet one of Jagged's childhood friends, feel free to call me Penny.”

Jagged continues with the introduction, “And this little rockstar is my niece and designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne. You can call me Marinette, my last name is a bit of a mouth full.”

“Please call me Bruce, there’s no need to be so formal.” Once Marinette nodded her head, Bruce started to introduce his kids. “These are a few of my children. My second eldest son Jason Todd-Wayne, my second youngest son Timothy Drake-Wayne, and my daughter Cassandra Cain-Wayne.”

Marinette smiled at them before taking a seat on the office couch to sketch. She mostly stayed out of the business conversation, only really talking when the conversation had to do with herself. Marinette took time to observe the Waynes for herself because while she trusted Damian with her life, he was their younger sibling and therefore biased.

Marinette observed Jason first. He was sarcastic and would throw in snarky comments now and then. When Jason wasn’t talking, he would be reading his book which seemed to be a classic novel. Marinette let out an amused huff when she realized that Damian’s description was accurate. He’s a book nerd wrapped in spikes and leather.

She noticed that the attention had turned to her, most likely because she had no reason to be amused. Marinette simply raised an eyebrow towards them until they went back to the previously abandoned conversation.

Her observation moved to Timothy, or Tim, who seemed to be exhausted but he easily kept up with the conversation. She noticed that he was holding a thermos for what seemed like dear life. Now the caffeine zombie made more sense. In all honesty, Marinette thought that the caffeine dependence was a “mood.”

The attention once again turned to herself. ‘Must have said that out loud’ Marinette assumed. She simply ignored the attention until the conversation started again. Once the conversation was flowing freely, she went back to her observations.

When Marinette looked in Cassandra’s, or Cass’s, direction, she found that Cass was already looking at her. Curiosity clear in her eyes. It would seem like Damian was right with all of his information on his siblings. Cass was trying to read her body language. Marinette quickly thought of an idea, tensing all the muscles in her body to slowly relax them as she quickly turned her attention to her sketchbook, pretending to be embarrassed.

When Marinette looked back up, Cass looked amused, causing Marinette to smirk. The smirk seemed to confuse Cass, who tilted her head to the side as if trying to look at her from a different angle to get a better read. Marinette simply copied Cass’s movement, making both girls seem confused. Cass continued to change her body language only to have Marinette copy it. A smile appeared on Cass’s face.

“Can we keep?” Cass asked gesturing to Marinette, which made Marinette burst into laughter.

The others in the room looked confused before realization appeared on the Waynes’ features.

“You can’t just ask to adopt people out of nowhere Cassandra,” Bruce said with a sigh.

“Keep?” Cass asked again with her best puppy dog eyes. Bruce simply shook his head, causing Cass to pout.

That seemed to be the last straw as everyone burst into laughter.

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Marinette collapsed onto her bed with a smile. Letting herself be consumed into the exhaustion from the day. She drifted off to the dream zone once again.

Tag list: @little-bluestar @redbullgivescaswings @stackofrandomstuff @meismu @maskedpainter @nyx-in-line @iamabrownfox @m0chik0furan @jjmjjktth

#maribat #batfamily chaos #Plagg is proud of Mari's Chaos #Cassandra Cain mentally adopts Marinette #Cass is now Mari's sister #cause she said so #damian x marinette #daminette #soulmate marinette #soulmate damian #secret soulmate #romantic soulmates #secret relationship #secret dreams

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chockfullofsecrets · 3 years

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Critical Role: The Opposite of Cuddling

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: And maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, but - “That’s not gonna work,” he says, feeling a little bad as her face falls. “I’m way too ticklish for that.”

Jester’s expression rebounds at lightning speed. “Caduceus! You’re ticklish?”

“Oh. Yeah,” he grins.

Dome cuddles don't quite work out, but the Mighty Nein make do.

Wordcount: 1.8k (it would be short if it wasn’t supposed to be a snippet fic aaa)

A/N: maybe i am just in the mood for cuddly gang tickles. maybe so.

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“So,” Jester is proselytizing, brandishing a diagram from her sketchbook into dubious faces, “if we cuddle up around Caduceus just like this it’s going to be super soft and comfy and warm until we get out of this stupid weather! Any questions?”

Caduceus puts his teacup aside and leans down to peer at the sketch. It’s really good, especially the faces. She must have drawn it while watching them sleep last night.

And maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, but - “That’s not gonna work,” he says, feeling a little bad as her face falls. “I’m way too ticklish for that.”

Jester’s expression rebounds at lightning speed. “Caduceus! You’re ticklish?”

“Oh. Yeah,” he grins. It feels good to see her happy, tail flicking as she clutches her sketchbook in clear delight - after two days of nonstop freezing rain, even her forceful cheer has been wavering. “It’s nice, sometimes, but not when we’re, you know. Sleeping.”

“So I could tickle you right now and you wouldn’t be, like, really mad at me?” Jester presses. She’s scooting towards him as she asks, practically trembling with excitement. It’s awfully cute.

Well, it’s been a while, but he can’t say he’s not a little eager for the contact. He ignores the looks from the rest of their group and flops back onto his bedroll, wriggling a little to get comfortable. “Yeah, that’d be good.”

“Um,” Beau says from somewhere behind him, a little strangled. Oh, right.

“We’re not keeping people awake, are we?” he asks, craning his neck to the various edges of the dome people have settled in. “Anyone set on sleeping right now?”

Beau makes a face. "That's not the weird part, Duceus."

“They can help!” Jester chirps, and then she’s cuddled into his side and wiggling tiny tiefling claws above his belly. “Oh, Ca-du-ceus!”

She’s pitching her voice as deep and scary as it can go. It’s not very far. “Yeah?”

“Where’s your very worst tickle spot?”

He laughs. “Telling you that feels like a bad idea.”

“Then I’ll just have to fi-ind it!” She tugs his shirt up with one quick move, and he barely has time to feel the cold before she’s latching onto his sides and burying her entire face into the downy fur on his belly. “Ooh, you’re so soft and warm! I want to cuddle you forever, Caduceus.”

It tickles, but just a little - honestly, he’s more amused by her. “Can’t say I’ve heard that before,” he chuckles, reaching out to poke gently at her side. “You’re not bad yourself.”

She squeaks, pulling her head up just enough to gasp at him. “Oh my gosh, Caduceus, did you just tickle me back? Guys, you have to come help me!”

“Nah, I’m good,” Beau snorts.

Jester lets out a massive sigh and flops back down onto him, and for a pleasant minute or two it’s just her nuzzling into him as he watches raindrops pelt off the amber dome overhead.

Then there’s a rustle, and some clinking, and before he can do anything more than lazily twitch one of his ears in the direction of the sound Yasha’s upside-down face pushes into his field of view.

“Do you mind if I join?” she asks in her quiet way. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Jester springs upright, grabbing happily for her hands. “Yes! Join us!”

Caduceus echoes her, snorting out a quiet laugh as Jester regains some of her energy and starts to scribble her way up his sides. He doesn't have any quiet siblings - Yasha reminds him a little more of the mourners, so it’s always nice to see her reach out. He's good at appreciating that sort of thing.

Yasha smiles shyly down at the both of them as she pulls his head into her lap and starts to play with his ears. “These are so soft,” she marvels. “Are you ticklish here?”

His ears have always been one of his siblings’ favorite spots to tease him with, and apparently they haven’t gotten any less sensitive in the last ten years. “Yeah,” he gasps. “Heh - just - hehe - a little bit.”

There's a frustrated groan off to his right. “Okay, I’ll bite.” Footsteps track around to his side, fleet and quiet, and he waits patiently for a flash of blue cloth to cross his gaze. “But only ‘cause ears are a fucking weird spot and I want to see if this works on you.”

Beau crouches by his side and curls her fingers loosely. “I’m gonna punch you,” she warns. “Probably not that hard, but don’t tense up.”

He nods as best as he can while tilting his head to better let Yasha worry her fingernails at the backs of his ears - he’s not sure if he could feel more boneless if he tried, right now.

The heel of her fist strikes him right in the middle of his chest, fingers clutching around something intangible - that something scurries its way down every nerve he has, and he coughs out a startled laugh before he can help himself. “What was that?”

“Payback for growing lichen on me back at your house,” she quips, but her eyes are narrowed in clear concentration. “Okay, ears, ears… wrists? And knees? And - fuck, man, your entire back? Really? Jes, let’s flip him over, this is going to be good.”

Well, that’s unexpected.

“Wait - ha!” Caduceus yelps, squirming as fingers start to pry their way underneath him. “Hold on now-”

He’s bigger than both of them by far, but they’re strong and not above tickling the backs of his ribs until he starts to squeal. "You're so thin, Caduceus!" Jester exclaims, hooking a finger into the tender gap between two bones and wriggling it mercilessly - his back arches entirely without his permission, letting Beau pry him another inch off the ground, and he whines defensively. "We have to feed you more!"

They get as far as rolling him onto his side before Beau loses patience and starts prodding smugly at his spine. “Your ki is pretty shivery around here, Duceus,” she teases. “Trying to hide your worst spots, huh? Bet you thought we weren’t gonna take this seriously.”

Caduceus is too busy laughing to deal with - any of that, really, especially when Jester slings herself over him so she can reach his back too. “I’m - ahaha! aaa! - oh, that tickles!”

As if in direct response to his babbling, a small weight bundles into the back of his knees. He curls up reflexively with a strangled shout - it’s Nott, cuddling up to him with a shivery sigh as an invisible hand starts to pinch at his kneecaps. “You’re right,” she crows to Jester. “He is soft.”

It does feel nice, being buried under this many people and tickled till the marrow of every bone in his body shivers, happy and helpless, and when Fjord finally sits in front of him and presses a questioning hand to his shoulder Caduceus doesn’t resist the impulse to clutch his hands and pull him in closer.

Fjord comes easily, huffing in quiet amusement as Caduceus buries his face in him and Yasha and wriggles like a freshly surfaced earthworm. “You alright there?” he drawls. “You sound like they’re trying to kill you.”

Nott snorts from somewhere near his belly. “We should stop, then, we’ve only got the one cleric.”

“Hey!”

Everything abruptly derails as Jester launches herself towards Nott and, from the sound of it, kicks Beau right in the face - there’s wheezing, and then shouting, and then the telltale sugar-sweet scent of Jester’s healing magic.

Caduceus holds very still. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah," Beau confirms, mangled. He can practically picture Jester frantically squishing her cheeks around as she checks for damage.

A typical tickle fight, as far as the Clays are concerned, just with a different smell - the Wildmother's healing tends more earthy. Even though they’ve stopped tickling, Caduceus can’t help but laugh.

He’s not sure if he imagines Fjord fluttering light fingers along the insides of his wrists as he catches his breath, but by the time he wheezes out one last fit of giggles and rolls himself back over everyone seems to be keeping a respectful distance, if a good deal closer together than they were at the beginning of the evening. “I think that went pretty well,” he says, pleased.

“...so you’re stupid ticklish,” Beau says dryly, scrubbing a bit of dried blood from her lip. “No cuddling Duceus while he’s trying to be unconscious, message received.”

There’s a chorus of agreement from all but one - Caduceus looks around and spots their final member for the first time since they sat down for dinner, nose buried in a book and ears suspiciously red.

He hasn’t moved an inch all night, even to escape the noise, which leaves him only a few feet away from the rest of them. Caduceus gets the feeling he’s about to regret that. “Oh, I’m sure there are those that have it worse,” he grins. “Right, Mr. Caleb?”

Caleb’s gaze snaps up over the edge of his book. “Ja,” he rushes out, strangled. “I mean - nein - of course I am not - I am just trying to read here-”

Jester doesn’t wait for him to dig his grave any deeper. “Oh my gosh, Cay-leb, are you super ticklish too?”

Caleb stuffs his book back into its holster and holds a hand out preventatively, reaching with panicked precision for a strip of leather tied just above his knee with the other. “No, I am not-”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Fjord rocks backward and reaches out with one broad hand, latching onto Caleb's wrist, and Caleb promptly abandons all spellcasting to kick at him like a startled rabbit.

Despite that, he reels Caleb in gently, scooping him into a neat little ball before he heaves him into the middle of their little circle and squarely on top of Caduceus. “I think we owe you a nice, long thank you for this lovely dome, don’t we?”

There’s a moment of silence as Caleb presumably thinks about how easy it would be to kill them all in this enclosed space. “This,” he says, as severely as he can with his feet in the air and hair in his eyes, “is the opposite of cuddling, and if you do not leave me alone then tomorrow night I am going to make all of you sleep in the rain.”

Even the seasoned homebody in Caduceus knows that’s the exact wrong thing to say to a group of damp and grumpy adventurers - if the mood in the dome was mischievous before, it takes a steep dive into outright evil.

Beau cracks her knuckles. “Yeah? Let’s see what you have to say when we tickle you again tomorrow.”

And if Caduceus laughs as Caleb gives one startled owlish blink and then scrambles to hide as much of himself behind Caduceus as possible - well, that’s not from the tickling at all.

#Tickling #critical role #caduceus clay #jester lavorre #the mighty nein #bc i cannot tag all seven of them that feels illegal #chocfic

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