#and have the first chapter of the remix already ready to go

[skellebonez]

Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time: Aftermath and Remix... and Some Stuff Between. Chapter 4

For Now and For Forever.

This can technically take place before the last chapter, but I had to save this for today. Happy Pride ya'll! Also, sorry for the long delay in fic uploads/updates. I was in a car accident and had a concussion/wrist bone contusion and couldn't really write anything for like a month. But I'm ok now!

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"Tang, wake up," Pigsy said softly. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but... He had made all these plans. He needed to follow through. "I have something for ya."

Tang yawned and stretched, blinking open his eyes. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face at the sight of the silver tray with the dome lid that sat on the bed between them.

"What's all this?" He asked. "And... it's almost lunch? Did you let me sleep in?"

"I, um..." Pigsy faltered, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle as he slowly lifted the lid. "I have a surprise for you."

"Strawberries!" Tang exclaimed. Under the tray was delicious treat and fruit juice that Pigsy took extra time to prepare himself. "White chocolate strawberries! How did we not think of that!? This isn't exactly breakfast food, but... I'm not gonna complain!"

"I thought you'd appreciate that," Pigsy said with a fond chuckle. "They're all yours, honey bun. I kinda helped myself to some of the fruit as I made all this already."

"Really?" Tang asked, eyes wide in awe as his leg thumped in excitement under the blanket.

"Really," Pigsy said with a nod. "Except this one."

With a chuckle he reached out, snatching one of the smaller ones and popping it into his mouth. The fake offended "THIEF" Tang whisper shouted was worth it, as was the chuckle they shared and the delicious sweet-tartness of the treat he had made up for his... boyfriend?

Boyfriend didn't feel right any more. Not strong enough for the bond they shared. That was at least half the reason he decided to do this. It felt like it was time to take the next step. They had to.

Tang ate happily, listening to Pigsy explain that the shop was closed for the day and that he planned a special day for just the two of them.

"You're hiding something," Tang said plainly as he licked the strawberry juice off his mouth fur.

"Am I that obvious?" Pigsy asked with a chuckle. He might have been more flustered or upset that Tang caught on if he hadn't gotten so used to the scholar picking up on things so quickly (and if he didn't find it both endearing and less anxiety inducing to know he was noticing things). "Got any guesses?"

"Nope," Tang said with a chuckle. "Something tells me this would be better if it was a surprise. Let's see what you have in store for me today."

Pigsy breathed a quiet sigh of relief, settling onto the bed beside Tang. His love for the bunny demon was overwhelming at that moment, banishing... MOST of his remaining fears and doubts. Not all of them. But enough to make him feel that, maybe, today was going to be perfect after all. At least... he hoped it would be.

It took almost no time for the two of them to get ready, Pigsy having informed Tang it would be dressed for an outdoor day.

He looked... so handsome to Pigsy. It wasn't every day that Tang wore something shorter than his usual longer top, opting for a similar outfit that had something he could tuck into his pants instead, but the few times Pigsy saw him in this outfit he couldn't help but find it made him look amazing.

"If you're gonna stare," Tang said with a smirk. "You should probably take a picture."

"S-shush," Pigsy eventually stammered out, averting his gaze with a flush. "And uh... bend down a bit? No peaking."

Tang looked at him with a raised brow, a bemused smile on his face as he did so. The smile faltered for a moment as Pigsy pulled a piece of cloth out of his pocket before slowly, carefully, blindfolding the rabbit.

"Is this really necessary?" Tang asked, the first bit of uncertainty Pigsy has heard from him that morning. But he didn't stop the chef, patiently waiting for him to finish.

"No, but it's part of the surprise. Remember, no peaking!" Pigsy said as he tightened the blindfold. "And hold on."

"Hold on to wh-AH!"

Pigsy closed his eyes, holding onto Tang's hands as the feeling of the magic surrounding them almost pulled him down into the shadows. Then thrust them upwards, more gently than he had expected actually. When he opened them again, they were no longer in the bedroom.

"Hmnn... sounds like... were on Mount Huaguo," Tang said after a small gasp with wide smile. "On the beach! But the smell gave that away first."

"Knew having Macaque teleport us wouldn't stop you from figuring that much out," Pigsy said with a chuckle. "I owe him for that... Keep that blindfold on though. We're still heading a bit farther."

Tang huffed in amusement but didn't protest, allowing Pigsy to guide him along the  slightly rocky path. Though, to be fair, Tang didn't need nearly as much help as he used to. His new rabbit paws made traversing the outdoors second nature to the bunny demon, the fur protecting him from any sharper corners he may inadvertently step on. His ears twitched and swiveled, as much as they could in their lop state, no doubt picking up all the sounds of the wildlife around them.

After a few minutes of walking, Pigsy said, "We're here. You can look now."

Tang pulled off the blindfold, blinking at the sight before him. A picnic blanket was laid out on the ground, laden with all of Tang's favorite foods. All of Tang's NEW favorite foods, he should clarify. They were very particular about making sure they knew exactly what foods his new hybrid rabbit stomach could handle.

"Red Son and Sandy helped me set this up before they left," Pigsy explained, rubbing the back of his neck. "I saw them leaving on the other path once they spotted us. I wanted today to be perfect for you."

Tang turned to him, eyes soft. He cupped Pigsy's cheek, bending down to meet his other cheek in a gentle kiss. "Every day with you is perfect, PIgsy. You didn't have to do all this."

Pigsy's cheeks flushed as he ducked his head, embarrassed but pleased. Tang always knew exactly what to say to set his heart at ease.

"I know but...you deserve the world, Tang," he said. "And I want to give it to you."

Tang smiled, bumping their noses together.

"You've already given me everything I could ever want."

Pigsy's heart swelled, almost feeling as if it might just explode with love for the demon in his arms. Today was turning out even better than he'd imagined.

They settled in to enjoy the picnic, chatting and laughing as the sun slowly rose and began it's descent towards the other side of the horizon. They talked about everything and nothing at all, almost feeling like they had too much time to catch up on and not enough time to talk about because they'd been inseparable this past year. A comfortable silence fell between them in time, the only sounds the chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Tang eventually leaned back on his hands, gazing out at the scenic view.

"I'd forgotten how beautiful it is up here. We haven't had a chance to come in so long." He sighed, shoulders drooping. "Things have been so busy lately. Feels like we haven't had a moment to ourselves in... ages! I missed this."

"Missed what?" Pigsy asked at the sudden interjection.

"Us just... taking things slow," Tang answered with a chuckle. "After everything with Lady Bone Demon and then my transformation and then my rehabilitation and all the Monkie Kid stuff MK has to deal with? It's been a while since we just had a full day to each other properly. It's been almost three months since the last proper date we had."

Pigsy had been so busy planning this and dealing with the aftermath of the latest world ending disaster that actually wasn't that he hadn't noticed.

"Aw, Tang, I'm... I'm sorry."

"Don't be!" Tang countered with a laugh. "Things happen sometimes. I don't expect our lives to be a whirlwind romance every week. But today? More then eclipses the last 3 months entirely."

Pigsy scooted closer, wrapping an arm around Tang's shoulders.

"I know what you mean. I miss this too—just the two of us, no responsibilities, no deadlines to worry about. We've been neglecting ourselves."

"Mmm," Tang hummed in agreement, nestling into Pigsy's side. "Promise we won't leave it so long before our next date, ok?"

"Never," Pigsy vowed, pressing a kiss to Tang's temple. "You're stuck with me, Tang."

"Good," Tang said with a chuckle.

"But, uh, don't make yourself too comfy," Pigsy said with a shrug to dislodge the bunny from his side. He stood, walking over to a nearby bush. "We're not done yet."

"You mean there's MORE?" Tang asked in surprise. "We’ve already had breakfast in bed, strawberries, a blindfolded walk to lunch. What else do you have planned?"

"Oh, you'll see," Pigsy said with a slightly nervous chuckle. He tried not to notice the weight in his pocket as he pulled out two hiking backpacks. "We've still got a long walk to our next destination though."

"A romantic hike through the woods of Mount Huaguo dooooes sound nice," Tang admitted with a smile.

~

A hike was putting it mildly. Pigsy wished that Sun Wukong had warned them that it would be as intense as it was, but... well, perhaps he was to blame. This WAS a mountain.

But despite his misgivings about the difficulty of the terrain, he wouldn't change it for the world. Not when he could see Tang having so much fun.

He wasn't sure when the last time he saw the bunny demon looking so care free and natural was. He ran across logs, jumped over rocks on the rivers they crossed, chased at least one butterfly. By all accounts he was having the time of his life.

It took them hours to get to where they were. But that was the point. A day to hike and take in everything. They were in no rush, they could stop for a snack or a drink at any time. They could stop so Tang could pull out one of his notebooks and draw any of the wildlife they saw, pick a flower and press it to take home.

They talked and walked in mutual silence in equal measure. It felt... amazing.

Pigsy felt amazing.

He felt more amazing when they reached their destination just 15 minutes before sundown, running a little later than he expected but also still making it there in time. Sun Wukong really did know all the best spots on the mountain. On this side you couldn't see the city at all, and with the wind blowing in their direction the sky was clear before them. They could see the island beneath them and the vast sea laid out around them, so high that they couldn't even see the beach anymore.

And as Tang helped him lay out a blanket on the side of a hill, as well as their much more modest dinner from Pigsy's hiking bag, he started to feel nervous.

The day was almost gone, he thought to himself as they ate their fruit and sandwiches. As Tang once again leaned against him, both reclined on the hill as they watched the sun slowly setting.

Tang smiled, relaxed and care free, and together they watched it finally dip below the horizon and bathe the sky in vivid oranges and reds. A deep contentment settled in Pigsy's chest, holding Tang close as the stars began to emerge in the darkening sky. They had all the time in the world, and for now, that was enough.

Pigsy watched Tang as he took in the breeze, letting it flow through his fur. Watched as the last rays of the setting sun shove off his brown fur, giving him an almost amber glow. Watched as the other closed his eyes and started to grind his teeth in contentment.

It was almost time.

He could do this. He could last just a bit longer.

It was after the first few starts started to look down at them that Tang next spoke.

"What's wrong, Pigsy?" Tang asked suddenly.

"What?" PIgsy asked, staring at the other. "Wh-what makes you think something's wrong?"

"Pigsy, I'm not stupid," Tang said softly, but also bluntly. "I can tell something has been on your mind all day. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Pigsy said quickly. Too quickly. "That-that's kinda the problem... Everything always goes wrong! Eventually! When is something going to snap, a demon going to attack, MK call us to say the shop is on fire!?"

"The shop isn't going to be on fire-"

"You don't know!" PIgsy said, taking a deep breath. "Sorry... sorry, I just... my nerves are getting to me because there's something I've been meaning to ask you..."

"What-"

"What do you think of MK?" Pigsy asked quickly, rushing the question out before he lost his nerve. "Like, how do you see him?"

"Huh?" Tang asked, looking at him in confusion. "Pigsy, you know how I feel about MK."

"I know, but... but I wanna hear it again!"

This was stupid... this was stupid, he was stupid and Tang probably hated him for asking such a stupid question and-

"He's practically my son too," Tang said softly. "I wasn't posturing or making things up or using him to make myself feel cooler when I told Spider Queen I was a father figure to him. That's how I felt."

Pigsy felt like he's been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, but not in a bad way, somehow. His stomach almost filled with butterflies, his head felt light at the words of the other.

He couldn't psych himself out now.

"OK... OK, ok, uh..." Pigsy cleared his throat, heart pounding. It was now or never. "Tang, there's something else I've been meaning to ask you."

Tang glanced up at him, brows furrowing slightly in concern. "What is it?"

"I know it hasn't been easy, with your transformation and all the changes in our lives recently," Pigsy began, choosing his words carefully. "But you and MK are the best things that have ever happened to me. You've made me happier than I ever thought I could be, and I don't want to imagine my life without you in it."

He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves as he pulled the small box out of his pocket and opened it and climbed to one knee.

"Tang, will you marry me?"

~

Pigsy peered into the glass case, eyeing a simple silver band inlaid with tiny rubies that matched Tang's favorite color. At least, he hoped they did. They were the same color at his outfit that he wore everyday... His heart raced. Was it too much? Was it not enough?

Mei nudged his arm, smirking at him. "It's perfect. He's gonna to love it!"

"Do you think it's too much?" Pigsy asked, hands fidgeting with the credit card they held. "Too little? This ain't gonna scare him off, is it?"

"I don't think there IS a way for you to scare him off, " Mei said with a shrug. "Not with this, anyway. If anything, he's going to be even clingier."

"And you're sure MK doesn't... you know, have any reason to object to this?" Pigsy continued. "Maybe I should ask him if he's ready for this kind of change."

"I think he was ready the day he called Tang 'hop pop', Piggy."

Pigsy took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. Mei was right. He knew in his heart that Tang and MK were his family, and they deserved to make this official. MK deserved to have his two dads, like he had been hinting at for ages... if you could call calling both of them his dads hinting.

"OK... Excuse me, sir?" He called out, clearing his throat when his voice cracked a little under the nerves of the moment. "How much is this one?

~

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Tang surged forward, throwing his arms around Pigsy in an ecstatic embrace (nearly knocking the box out of his grasp before he set it aside).

"Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!" he exclaimed, voice muffled where his face was pressed into Pigsy's chest.

Pigsy's heart soared, and he spun Tang around with a shout of joy, hugging him close. When he finally puled back, it was to find Tang's face streaming with tears as he continued to smile wide. Pigsy brushed them away with his thumbs, cupping Tang's face in his hands.

"I love you so much," he whispered, gazing deep into Tang's eyes. "You and MK are my world, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

"You already have," Tang assured him, smile soft and radiant as the sunrise. "The moment you kissed me back when I confessed. I love you too, Pigsy, with all my heart."

Pigsy kissed him then, slow and sweet, pouring all the love and devotion in his soul into that one perfect moment. He and Tang were going to be together, forever, and this was only the beginning of a new journey for the two of them.

Pigsy drew back reluctantly, aware they still to breathe. But he kept one hand encased in Tang's unwilling to let him go completely.

"We should head back," he said with a sigh. "MK will be wondering where we've gotten to. I'm pretty sure we're going to be home later than I told him."

Tang nodded, though he looked just as loath to end their moment.

"You're right. And we have so much to plan!" His whole face lit up again at the thought. "A wedding to organize! We need flowers, food, a venue, oh my gosh we have so much! We're going to need a lot of help!"

"I think we can figure that all out together," Pigsy said with the easiest smile he had mustered all day.

Tang's smile brightened, if that was even possible, soft and radiant as the starlight above them.

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"Then it's decided," Pigsy said as he squeezed his hands, blinking back a fresh swell of tears. "From now on, we face every challenge together. Just like we always have. But, you know, more official!"

"Together," Tang echoed firmly. He stood on his toes to steal one last lingering kiss. "Now, let's go tell our son the good news!"

Pigsy's heart swelled with joy at the words our son. He had a full official family at long last. Hand in hand, they made their way back through the fading sunset, ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives.

Together.

#bonezrattling #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #freenoodles #freenoodleshipping #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #ship fic #FEELS SO GOOD TO POST THIS ONE FDJKF

[duckchu]

Gonna start his series and get the last requests I have in in between it, hope you don't mind

Meet the band:

HeartRumble pilot

Heartsteel Kayn x reader

This is the idea I had with reader being in a band with my ocs since I don't really want to insert reader into any existing bands

It was just a normal day at 1v1's apartment. The smell of bacon and eggs woke you up. Probably Tiari cooking something up for the group. You woke up and got ready for the day, brushing your hair and picking out an outift. You looked at your clock, which read 6:30. So it will probably be only you and the groups leader, unless Dia decides to go on an early morning run. You head downstairs towards the kitchen, where Tiari is making scrambled eggs for the group.

- Morning - You say, surprisingly well rested

- Good morning, Y/N - She says with a light smile gracing her lips as she focuses on the pan.

You observe her movements as she plates the food

- The rest should be up soon - she says as she grabs a fork full from her plate and eats. You follow suit. It's pretty good. As you eat, Tiari gets a call from your manager. She picks it up, not caring that you're also there. You're part of the group, after all.

- Hey, Ashe. Yeah. Don't worry, I'm already sitting down - she laughs as you look at her puzzled. Then, her face lights up

- No way, really?-

- What's the old lady freaking out about?- Ami says, walking in and grabbing herself some of the eggs. She sits down to eat

Tiari finally finishes the call and looks at you two

- I have some exciting news, but first the rest of the group has to come -

- Come on, tell us - Ami begged

You decided to pass some time on your phone. One by one, all the other members came into the kitchen. Just when you thought Ami was gonna explode, Willow walked in at 7:50

- Ok...I have some news - Tiari began with a smile

- What is it, tell us!- Ami was practically yelling, looking at the leader

- We're going to the Remix Rumble festival-

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #heartsteel #lol #lol x reader #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel kayn x reader #kayn x reader

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Writing 2024 Plans:

Gibbous 14 Chapter: This chapter is like pulling tooth and nail, ngl. I might be writing some upcoming scenes (Chapter 14 and beyond) out of order and then frankensteining them together. I want to get Chapter 14 out by October 12th at the latest.

Remix Oneshot Fic and Various Oneshots: I still have several one-shots I'm keen on finishing, particularly a remix fic which I was supposed to get finished last February before Things happened. So stay tuned on that

Spoke No More Revision: Ok, okay, listen. Last year, I posted Spoke No More only because it was part of the big bang and I didnt want to let my partner down. But it really wasnt ready to be published. So I'm gonna take this Spring to write it properly and then maybe go further and finish the third fic in the cycle. Here's a sneak peak:

From that point onwards, the knife remains at his side. Safely tucked within the folds of his clothing, ready to be grasped at a moment’s notice. Sometimes, it is not on his person. Sometimes he keeps it wedged underneath the bedframe.

This is because he does not receive mere sponge baths anymore. Rather, now that he can walk to some success again, They have decided to inflict upon him the luxury of an actual bath. Once a week, at a particular day, Patton ushers him into the Prince’s Bath, the water already heated and scented with sage and thyme.

There was only one time that His Eminence granted him a bath. It was in a dark room, with a tub full of something that was cold and sticky and scented with copper. The stench did not leave him for weeks, perhaps months.

These baths leave behind a stench that is…pleasant. His hair dries not into viscous clumps but soft wavy strands. At first, the water stings his healing scars. But gradually, it leaves his skin softer and rejuvenated.

He does not allow himself to enjoy these baths. Not when there is the lurking knowledge it is an amenity that could easily be snatched away. Once he is dried off and tucked into bed with fresh clothing, Virgil waits. -Spoke No More, Part 2: More is Thy Due than More than All Can Pay

#kat talks #i also am trying to write a little something every day #best case scenario: I get Spoke No More Revised finished by June #and then I'll start posting the whole of BTOMPT onto ao3 after giving Heard No More some edits

[palimpsessed]

Hello hello! Here we are at another Sunday (Saturday night as I draft this because Sundays are zoom call days)

I finally finished chapter 23 of Slings and Eros which I’ve been chipping away at for a week or two. Also I posted chapter 22 today. 🎉

I’m just going to share from 23 as I’ve already teased a bunch from 22.

Baz is not having a great time of it:

The shrieking continued, somehow growing louder and shriller, as if it had found its way into the valley but, like me, couldn't leave—echoing around and around in terrifying cacophony.

At first, I assumed it was a frightened animal or a flock of birds I’d startled from their cover, but when it wouldn’t stop, and only grew worse, I realised my mistake.

No earthly bird made that kind of noise.

No earthly creature did.

But I had heard the noise before. In all of my worst nightmares.

I had lived in terror of it for fifteen years.

I’ve been working on a playlist for this fic which is something I rarely do. I’m digging the vibes so far so I’ll probably share that soon.

Now that I’ve finished all the art pieces I had planned before art remix, I’m hoping I can mentally buckle down and crank the rest of this baby out. It will be a full year since posting in September and it will kind of kill me if I can’t get it all up before then. I know it doesn’t really matter, but I’m so ready to let it spread its wings and fly. Also I’m just desperate to be able to read it!!!

This is going up early (for me) so I’m tagging in a bunch of you. And thanks to @takitalks for tagging me for this week ❤️

@artsyunderstudy @angelsfalling16 @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @basiltonbutliketheherb @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @excalisbury @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart @foolofabookwyrm-activated @frjsti @gekkoinapeartree @ionlydrinkhotwater @ivelovedhimthroughworse @johnwgrey @jbrrring @krisrix @letraspal @mrskrementz @moodandmist @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @nightimedreamersworld @nick-eyre @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @prettylightsbigcity @phoxphyre @pacey-bunce-loves-joey @stillmadaboutpetra @shemakesmeforget @seducing-a-vampire @sillyunicorn @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @starwarned @twinkle-twinkle-up-above @thehoneyedhufflepuff @takenabackbytuesdays @tea-brigade @themandilorian @urban-sith @unseelieseelie @wetheformidables @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @yellobb

#six sentence sunday #slings and eros

[namuficxs]

Thoughtless

Chapter 1 - (4.6k words)

Summary:

As one of BTS' managers she only usually dealt with the technicals. They usually only saw each other at concerts but even then the band did barely have time to acknowledge her. There was nothing wrong with that. Until she became the replacement for their main manager, and Bangtan's leader developed a bigger interest for her. And she for him. But sometimes it is just so much easier to lie to yourself and the people around you. And to close your eyes from what's right in front of you.

"Why is there no opposite word of loneliness? Could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?" - Kim Namjoon

Genre: Idol AU, swearing, anxiety, stress, eventual smut Pairing: Namjoon x MC ------------------------------------------------

“Okay guys last concert of the tour, let’s do it!” RM called for the other members of their group, so they could go to the lift under the stage. I was busy checking on the functions of the microphones when I realised that Suga’s wasn’t answering the signal. 

“I need a new mic over here, number five isn’t answering.” Right after asking for the new one I checked on the others, which were all working just fine. One of the staff members brought the new microphone and changed it with the one Suga wore. Without lifting my gaze from the tablet in my hands, I stated “Two more minutes.” The boys did their ritual and went on the stage, beginning with the Mic Drop Remix. During the first few stages of the concert I already had a look at upcoming meetings and tasks I needed to do, before I called the staff for the clothes change. 

“Ready?” Everybody agreed and the members came in. The first group included J-Hope, Jungkook, V, and Jin, they changed in more comfortable and less slim outfits. Next were Suga, Jimin and RM, who looked somehow stressed out. But that wasn’t unusual. My gaze was on my watch when the tall leader stepped out of the changing area and stiffened. He hissed and leaned against the wall, a few seconds later Jimin was with him.

“What’s wrong?” RM’s jaw clenched and he hissed just the word cramp. We were running out of time and I went over to them.  “Jimin-ssi, Suga-ssi go back on stage, he will be there in a minute.” The small one bit his lip before he nodded and went back on stage. I put my tablet away and helped Namjoon sit down. “Alright, this will probably hurt but you need to get back up and then we will take care of the muscle later.” My gaze found his brown eyes and he nodded in agreement. 

Before I became a staff member of BigHit I had learned physical therapist, therefore I knew that my plan wasn’t exactly right but it would work. My fingers found a hold on his ankle and then I pulled his leg in an upright position against my hip. The younger man hissed again but then his body relaxed. This wasn’t going to last long. “No dancing, no jumping. Keep your muscles moving but without overstraining. Walk around or sit down at some point, because soon it will hurt again. After the concert you ask for me, we have to take care of your leg.” He took a deep breath and stood up slowly. 

“What is your name again?” I rolled my eyes slightly and answered. “Munhee, and now hurry up. You only made it halfway through the concert.” The group’s leader nodded and walked back on stage while I made gestures for him to hurry. During the second half of the concert I always had a look at him, but the joy they all felt performing here in Seoul made me smile. There was no language barrier and everybody could fool around and just easier interact with the fans. Ten minutes before the show ended RM and Suga came back to get some water, I took the chance and asked how RM was feeling. He took a deep breath but he was obviously tense. 

“The muscles start burning and cramping again.” Together the three of us walked back to side of the stage but we stayed out of sight for the audience.  “Sit down on the edge of the stage as much as possible. Don’t overstrain your leg.” As soon as I advised him, I started organising the way back to the hotel, so that everybody’s stuff was ready to go. The idols only would need to change. Walking through the backstage area, I tried to organise everything I normally did when the group was gone. Usually I would stay behind and check on the staff responsible to gather the equipment. But that day I needed to take care of Namjoon’s leg, stretching that muscle without massage will need quite a lot of rest. Which was going to annoy the hell out of him for sure. 

At the end of the concert, I was talking to the staff members about the organisation of the equipment, when I heard the voice of my assistant in my headset.

“Munhee, RM-ssi is asking for you.” Amara was a British student who got the job through a long time of application. The company involved me in the hiring process and the young girl was the only applicant without any further experience. When I insisted on hiring her I was declared stupid. But to everyone else’s surprise she did very well. She just needed a chance to prove it. Amara became my backup, a fact that calmed me down a bit.  

“I am on my way.” My gaze was still locked on the iPad in my hands. The word ‘workaholic’ was probably describing me the best. I didn’t have anyone in my life, so I dedicated it to my job. After all my job was great, gave me lots of opportunities and surrounded me with great people. The job made me happy, if no one was going to accept it, then so be it. When I entered the room, everybody was talking and ready to go. Only Namjoon was sitting on one of the sofas, his head leaning against the wall behind him. 

“Alright, guys let's go to the hotel I will take this one with me.” The members looked worried as I went over to their leader and sat down next to him. “RM-ssi? Come on, we need to get you to the hotel.” There came a deep humming out of his throat before I slung his arm around my shoulder. His skin was hot and still a little bit sticky because of the sweat, even when I told him to rest he did not as I said. “No sleeping Namjoon-ssi, let’s go.” When I patted his cheek, he seemed to be more awake. But there was no denying in the exhaustion which was visible for everyone on his face.

As soon as we reached his room I positioned him on the bed when the other members came in like bunch of startled chicken. 

“What happened?” A sigh escaped my mouth and I closed my eyes. Exhaustion was filling my body and I wanted to rest, but there was a huge bag of bones on the bed I needed to take care of first. 

“I don’t really know, if he didn’t warm up enough or stretched very well … but his leg muscles cramped and I stretched them. But not in the right way…” From the bed came a muffled deep voice. 

“My leg feels like a stone…” Good to know he was well able to complain even almost passed out. The emotions of the members were mixed. There were concern, anger, and compassion written on the six faces. The smallest of the group glared at me and spoke up. 

“Why did you stretch it like that?! Cramped muscles need to be massaged and stretched, otherwise…” Anger and annoyance were crawling into my veins when I shot back.

“I do not need a lecture about cramps Park Jimin-ssi! I was physiotherapist before I came here, I knew exactly what I did and I still do! So, all of you may get out!” My voice was shaking and I immediately felt sorry, but I was exhausted too and no one of them really knew me. The sound of the opening door sent relief through my muscles. 

“Don’t be so harsh with them, especially Jimin hyung is really worried about Rapmon hyung. They are really close.” Jungkook’s voice was quiet and marked with worry. The way he called all his members his hyungs, warmed my heart. I turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed, before I traced my soft jawline with the tips of my fingers. 

“I am sorry.” The huskiness in my voice made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It was just not really high pitched, while the young man in the room was one of the world’s best singers. Jungkook looked honestly concerned at me. 

“Are you alright?” His voice was much softer and warmer than mine, his question was polite and sounded really interested, but I didn’t want to bother him. 

“I am fine. Thank you for asking, but I better take care of him now.” With a little smile, I stood up and took off my sweater, because it was quite warm. Dressed in a white shirt and jeans I moved to wake Namjoon up, who was passed out on the bed already when Jungkook asked for my name. “Munhee.” The smile was brighter this time before he bowed politely and left the room. My actual task, a tall Korean guy who fell asleep on the bed, didn’t seem to wake up if I just called him. How could he be that fast asleep? My whole mind just wanted to shut down, it was already two in the morning and I needed Namjoon to change in shorts. So, I inhaled deeply and patted his shoulder. 

“Namjoon-ssi, you have to wake up.” Again I touched his shoulder and a weird feeling rushed through my body. Like I was too close and invading his personal space. A muffled sound left his body and I sighed. “Kim Namjoon!” My voice became louder and annoyed, but he woke up. Or at least he pretended. 

“Wha-” His voice was absolute croaky and I felt a bit sorry for him. They had always long days and after concerts they should rest as much as possible. He finally moved on his back, his dark eyes burning into mine and I answered with a flat voice.

“You need to change into shorts, I have to take care of your muscle and then you can sleep.” He closed his eyes, like his head needed to process this information. Then Namjoon nodded and sat up. “Could you give me some shorts, right on top of my suitcase.” I was a bit flashed, because they are quite shy around other people, but I wanted to rest as soon as possible so I did as he said and turned around. I had seen them change countless times before, but it didn’t feel right if we were alone in the same room.

When I turned around to him again I noticed that Namjoon also took off his Hoodie. His arms were quite muscular and the smooth skin had the rich color of honey. With a shake of my head I focused on the task ahead, just to realise, the Rapper fell asleep again. 

“Really?” The full lips were slightly open and let snores escaped, which actually made me grin when I grabbed his leg and placed it against my hip. Then I started massaging and stretching it, as he was already asleep the muscles could already relax quite some time. But some of the albumen had to escape the muscles. Otherwise, he would have been in even more pain the next day. The skin was very smooth and his muscles were strong, he was really handsome. The thought crossed me and made my cheeks burn. A heavier snore came out of his mouth and I couldn’t help myself but laugh, even needed to cover my mouth. 

After a while I stopped massaging his leg and had a look on my watch, it was half-past four in the morning and I felt like collapsing every minute. And there was no room for me in the hotel because I thought I would go to my house after the concert. My eyes were sore and my legs tired from the day, so I decided I would just move to the armchair and sleep there. With heavy bones, I moved over and as soon as I closed my eyes I passed out.

Sleep displayed another issue in my life. Chronic insomnia appeared at sometime when I was seventeen, therefore my sleep quality fluctuated somewhere around ‘it could be worse’. Me travelling with the band for concerts didn’t help in any way. The quality of my sleep wasn’t really good during the past months, little sounds woke me up and thoughts didn’t stop rushing through my mind. So, it happened quite often that I would pass out for one night completely and the next weeks I would sleep just a few hours per night. Amara asked me one time if I was alright and I told her not to worry. Since the past tour I knew it would work out, but her eyes were always watching me during these months and we developed a system. Doing my makeup took me quite long in the morning, so she organised tea for herself and coffee for me before we left the hotel. When I passed out nothing could wake me up. My body just took the sleep as needed and nothing could change that. And when I woke up after the Seoul concert, three faces were staring at me. Actually I had no clue where I was, until I remembered what happened the night before. My makeup must have been ruined, and as it was the last day of the tour I had to organise and check up on stuff. Quickly I sat up and looked for my phone, when Namjoon started speaking. 

“Don’t worry, your assistant was here earlier and we told her that you are still asleep. So, she took care of checking out and some other tasks.” He smiled politely and Jungkook came over and gave me my phone. 

“Oh my god… it is already eleven? Why didn’t you wake me up?” My voice was quite and filled with horror about what tasks already needed to be done. The young man who gave me the phone looked guiltily at me. 

“The girl told us you need to rest…” His voice carried an audible pout. The third member in the room was Yoongi who watched us silently. I closed my eyes and mumbled 

“This girl…” My hands were already dialling Amara’s number and she answered after the first ring.

“Good morning Lee Munhee.” The silvery voice of my assistant found my ear and I started questioning her about the tasks which were scheduled for the morning. 

“So, you checked us out of the hotel? Did you check if all the equipment is in the trucks? And where are you? I need to…” Her tone became soft and matter-of-fact when she interrupted me. 

“Yes, yes and no. What you need is to go home, have a shower and after lunch we will meet at the arena so you can have a final check.” My eyebrows raised and I stuttered. 

“But … I … Amara that … I am older than you! You can’t treat me like that! I’m your senior!” We had a pretty relaxed relationship, so I knew she wouldn’t take it seriously. Namjoon on the other side of the room furrowed his eyebrows, because I was speaking English with Amara. He was the only one who knew what I just said. On the other end of my phone I heard a laugh. 

“I am British, and I know you don’t really give a shit on ages. So, do as I say and send me a list of the things that need to be done. See you later.” She hung up and I stared at my phone. 

“She just ended the call…” The horror on my face must have been obvious because Jungkook was trying to hide his grin, Namjoon bit his lip but I could see his dimples and Yoongi, who was actually my age, had a smirk on his lips. The first who bursted into laughter was Jungkook, Yoongi continued grinning while Namjoon also bursted into laughter. Like I said, I was a workaholic. Relaxing was possible for me, but only if I really had days off. And was in another place. With reddening cheeks I looked at the three members and commanded “Shush! That’s not the right way to treat someone who’s older than you!” The youngest and Joon stoped laughing but Yoongi still smirked and spoke up the first time. 

“Don’t play that game, your birthday is in May, right?” A devoted sigh left my mouth and the older one chuckled. Two months older than me. Great.

“Alright, I will grab a coffee and then drop you off.” I remembered that I still needed to tell Namjoon about how to rest his leg.  Standing up caused my bones to crack and I stretched a little before I grabbed my hoodie and headed out of the room towards the elevator. 

With a cup of coffee and the three idols following me, we entered the car park under the hotel. The guys were chatting and I just focused on feeling the caffeine reaching my system. I hummed a song which came to my mind while I looked for my car. A anthracite coloured Volvo which had darkened windows, and thankfully enough room for the members to fit in. When that thought crossed my mind, I stopped walking. 

“Wait a minute, how did you think you would come home? There is no way you knew that I have a car with enough room for you.” The exchanged looks and then shrugged before Namjoon answered. 

“We could have called one of the drivers.” Sure, I forgot about that because I normally make everything on time. 

“Unbelievable…” I unlocked the car and Namjoon grabbed the door of the passenger side shouting

“First!” While the others sighed disappointed. Shaking my head with a smirk, I took the driver’s seat and started the car. 

“Who’s the first to be dropped off?” Yoongi raised his hand and told me the address. They were silent during the drive. Just the sound of the radio in the air. Before the first left the car he waved and calmly said 

“See you at the dorm later.” Then he left and Jungkook told me the address of a flat where his family stayed every now and then. 

“The others bought flats on their own, if they want to escape the dorm. But I just like to stay with my hyungs. Mostly everyone is at the dorm, it is so nice to live together. We have so much fun…” It was like I had a child on the backseat. An adorable cute child. When I looked over to Namjoon, he also grinned and but kept his gaze on the road. “Will see you at the dorm Hyung! Munhee you should visit us at the dance practice.” He winked and I looked confused at the man in the passenger seat. The wink was cute, but he was like five years younger than me and I just couldn’t take it seriously. The rapper next to me was chuckling and after a few minutes we tried to catch our breaths. 

“Did he really … ?” Still I couldn’t realise the young babyJungkook winked at me. The deep voice next to me gave me proof of the situation. 

“He did.” With a chuckle I looked at him, still standing in the parking lot. 

“So, how are you feeling today? Does your leg feel stiff?” I had to clear my throat, after concerts I usually was a bit hoarse from calling for staffs and talking a lot. 

“Well, it feels a little bit stiff but it only hurts if I move very hard.” I started the car again and asked him for his address, but my flat was much closer. 

“Would you mind if we go to my home first? It’s closer and then I can also drop you off at your flat or dorm. As you like.” His hand wandered through his pink dyed hair and he answered with croaky voice. 

“Sure we can do it that way, if it doesn’t bother your that I am there.” While I took a side street my gaze met his dark eyes, which seemed to be almost black. Before I spoke, I cleared my throat. 

“Im fine with it. And because I have quite a lot of time till noon, we will have a look at you muscles again.” When I parked in front of my house, the rapper looked a little bit shocked. 

”You have a house?” The house was very nice. Inherited from my mum for my future family, before I became a woman who just lived for her job. 

“Yes.” That was everything I said before I escaped the car, told him to follow me, and made my way to the entrance. The wooden door was a familiar relief and the scent when I opened it made me close my eyes. Tulips and freesias, these were my mothers favourite flowers. “Make yourself comfortable. The living room is down the hallway and then on your right. You can keep on your shoes if you like.” On the dresser next to the entrance I dropped my keys and lead the younger man into the living room. There wasn’t much decoration, only a few pictures of my mum and a vase with her favourite flowers. 

“It’s really beautiful.” The compliment made me smile and I offered him a seat on the anthracite coloured sofa, where I put some turquoise cushions.  “Thank you very much. Would you like something to drink?” He made a little bow and shook his head, but either way I stood up and got some water for him in the kitchen. “Thank you.” Namjoon blushed a bit and I kneeled in front of him. “Alright roll up your joggers and press your foot against my shoulder.” His dark eyebrows rose and he asked with worry in his voice, if I was sure.  “I am no cotton candy. Even when you fell asleep I could handle you.” With a wink, like Jungkook did before, I gestured him to do as I said. When he pushed his foot against my shoulder I had a good view on his muscles working as I moved his leg. 

“How did you become a manager? You said that you were physiotherapist before.” I moved forward, so he pulled in his leg and his muscles tightened. 

“Well, the job wasn’t really well paid and because there happened a lot of stuff, I took evening classes in management and looked for a new better payed job. Big Hit took a lot of trainees during this time and because I had already a useful profession they choose me. Now I know that they normally only employ a few new workers per year, so I was really lucky. And I would say I am doing a good job.” A smile was on my face. My job was everything for me, the concerts I organised were bringing so much joy and fun for visitors. My eyebrows furrowed when I realised his muscles were not really flexible. “You’re training a lot?” The younger nodded and I let go of his leg, before I sat down on the floor. “Take it easier. I know you struggle with the dance quality of the others, and it is good that you want to catch up and improve. But your body statue is not really made for a dancer, like Jimin.” His facial expression darkened and his jaw clenched when he responded. 

“I know I am clumsy and stuff but if I train well enough I can do at least so well that they don’t have to look out for me.” I knew it was a sensitive issue but he needed to understand. 

“Namjoon I totally get what you think, but such cramps can happen more often if you stress yourself out, practice too hard and overstretch. It can even become so much worse that you get injured and are not able to dance at all. You need to take it slower.” With a sigh I stood up and ran my hand through my black haired bob which reached only my chin. “Alright, I will go upstairs and take a shower. Make yourself comfortable and do as you like.” 

I turned around and left the man with his thoughts. As I climbed the stairs and grabbed fresh clothes my mind replayed the conversation, but I told him the fact quite sensitive and objectively. After my quite cold shower I felt much fresher and awake. Singing I walked through the upper floor and put on black tights, a black skirt, my rose coloured blouse and my dark green high heels. Then I took care of my hair, curled a few strains and fixed it before I did my makeup. With a final look in the mirror and a song on my lips I went downstairs. 

“Namjoon?” When I came into the living room he was looking through a photo album, the last one I was able to made for my mum. I was stuck in the door and stared at the album. There was nothing secret inside but it was one of the most personal things in my house. The called looked up with an apologetic smile and closed the book before he put it down on the table. 

“I am really sorry, but I was curious. And when I saw your bookshelf I couldn’t help myself…” A cough came out of my throat and my good mood was blown away. Still, it was not really his fault. 

“It’s alright. There is no secret inside. Where do I need to drop you off?” My voice was much colder and monotonous than I wanted it to be. Again I cleared my throat and turned to get the keys, when Nam-Joon moved in the direction of the hallway. As soon as I looked up his gaze was fixed on the floor and his lower lip was drawn between his teeth. 

“Munhee I am really sorry…” With a deep breath I interrupted him. 

“I told you it is alright. So, just drop it.” A smile was managed to appear on my lips as I opened the door for him, to go through. The fresh air loosened the tension in my body and I asked him again where to drop him off. 

“My apartment is just a few streets from here. I could actually walk there.” I couldn’t resist to roll my eyes and went to my car. 

“Get in I will drive you home. No excuses, I am older than you. So, you cannot contradict.” The smug smile on my lips made him smirk and he followed me. 

“I quite get the feeling you only use the age card, if you want something.” While I buckled the seatbelt on and started the car my light and good spirit came back. 

“To be honest, I don’t really care about the age thing. Only if people are older than me and I know they care about it a lot. My upbringing was not that formal and traditional.” Namjoon told me to change the road and seemed to be studying me with his eyes. 

“The others and me are also not really formal with each other.” My response came with a smirk. 

“You forget that I work already two years with you guys. I may not work with you directly, but I know close to everything that happens. By the way you caused me to work a lot on safety when I started.” His cheeks flushed and he sighed. 

“It is not my fault that my environment doesn’t cooperate with me.” A warm and true laugh escaped my mouth and Namjoon joined me in that, when we arrived at his apartment. 

“Alright Mr. Kim, here you go.” When I looked out of the window I saw a figure sitting by his door.

“Ah, Jimin is there. Alright I have to go, its cold and he needs to get in. Take care, and visit us at dance practice.” He bowed politely and left my car.

NEXT CHAPTER

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[delivish]

fic year in review

i have written 75,313 words this year, not counting the 20k+ in the two chapters i've added to ypiac since i started working on it again.

i started writing consistently in april/may, after not doing any creative writing for 6 or 7 years — it often felt like an uphill battle, but to say i'm super proud of picking this up again is an understatement. :')

one thing i want to focus on is putting out a lot more complete, polished stories. i have very much always been a "vibes first" person when it comes to writing and find meticulous planning and outlining very, very tedious. but on the flip side, i often find myself running out of steam on things that would have turned out much better if i had only taken the time to do ~some~ planning.

this, unfortunately, is the case with this vampire fic; while i still really enjoy the concept, the execution is lacking, imo. D: i didn't want to delete it, so i added to my 'crapolaeldel' collection — basically, a personal graveyard of fics that, for whatever reason, were either poorly done and will eventually be rewritten, or i never intend to finish and i'm tossing a rose over their graves. fortunately, there's only the vampire fic and one ancient clyde/butters thing i'm keeping for sentimental reasons in the collection, and i plan to keep it that way. sorry to everyone who read and liked that vampire fic!! D: good news is, i can and will do better. i'm already working on remixing the vampire/monster fic, because, well, if you're gonna write some monsterfucking, why half-ass it? :P

i have a list of upcoming fics on my pinned post. in an effort to get better quality things rolling, i'm going to be writing a bunch in advance, which will — hopefully — translate to more regular updates once these fics are ready to be posted. at least, that's the plan xD I get excited to share stuff, ngl

mostly, just feeling super grateful to have rediscovered a hobby i enjoyed so much. here's to a productive, non-writer's blocked year!!

oh, and here's the summary for the new Monster Fic™:

The year is 1926, and in a world where monsters and magic are as common as the air we breathe, rookie “paranormal exterminator” Leopold “Butters” Stotch, along with allies new and old, soon find themselves in a race against time to save the world against an enemy no one ever expected.

until next time!! :D

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AO3 First Lines Tag Game

Tagged by @garbria and @caparrucia! <3 Thank you so much! *blushes*

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Late to the game, as usual. For multichapter/collections works, I'll just post the start of the most recent chapter. These are all FFXV.

I Have Loved the Stars Too Fondly - Chapter 18

Nyx loved his Uncle Clarus and his Aunt Daphne. He loved when they came to visit, and he got to show them all the rare things he’d gathered from the jungle and the places he’d found and secrets he’d learned. They were so much more fun to explore with than the rest of the family, because they were strong enough to risk the more dangerous places and they were always impressed with even the regular places because they hadn’t seen them a dozen times over the past year. And his little cousin Gladio was getting to be big enough he was actually interesting.

2. These Small Hours - for @meissashush's birthday

Cor kept his hand hovering over the pocket where he kept his phone as he stalked down the corridors of the Citadel. He would never be so unprofessional as to have it out when he was in public, much less when he was walking, but he still wanted to keep a hold on it, like it was his weapon in his current struggle.

3. Talk it Out - Chapter 4 - for Kingsglaive: Lore

Amani was irritated, to say the least. This was supposed to be her free day, which meant she could get as far from the Citadel’s endless halls as possible. She had had plans, by the tide’s return! But when King and Country called… At least she was almost done. She just had to sign out and she could get back to— O Lady, give her patience. “What are you two doing wandering around like this?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and controlled.

4. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark - a remix for the New Year

Nyx staggered through the doorway, letting in a gust of cold air before he slapped the door closed, collapsing against it. Crowe scowled up at him from where she was working on the floor of her and Lib’s shitty apartment, throwing her arms across the papers spread around her in a somewhat belated attempt to keep them from blowing around. She saved them from flying across the room, but her order was all disrupted. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “You have your own apartment. Go there unless you want to help pay our heating bill.” Nyx had chosen not to live with them, he could act like it.

5. Lean on Me - a remix for the FFXV Remix 2022 event

Gladio tucked away his book as he stopped reading. Prompto had drifted off to sleep, his breath still whistling in and out through his congested lungs, and Gladio didn’t want to wake him. Besides, Prompto was much more interesting than a book he’d read at least twice already.

6. Down to Business - part of @whumpwriterforlife and my ongoing series Smoke and Mirrors

Regis was ready to make heads roll.

7. We'll Be Alright - a remix for @garbria

Cor adored Nyx. He did. Nyx was so brave, on and off the battlefield, willing to take the calculated risks for what he valued most, and willing to throw himself into the weeds again and again, whether that was running through the literal hostile vegetation across the breadth of Lucis or just the brambles of the remains of Cor’s dead social life. He had an almost uncanny ability to know when to press and when to just sit in silence, and an almost never-ending well of patience when it came to waiting out Cor’s moments of discomfort or exhaustion or just idiocy. He laughed at Cor’s snark, listened to his thoughts, and shared his own generously.

8. Hands and Faces - chapter 7

Nyx dared a quick glance at his watch. The corridor he was speed walking through right now was relatively deserted, so the move was probably safe. If Cor was exactly where he should be, Nyx just might have enough time to catch him before he had to head back for the final briefing before the Glaive shipped out. If he hadn’t decided to take lunch with the King or step in to watch the new recruits or any of the myriad things he liked to do to keep his restlessness assuaged when he’d been trapped in the Citadel too long. Nyx hadn’t thought he’d have enough time to swing by and had told Cor not to expect him for lunch last night, so Cor would have no reason to stay in his office today, and though Nyx had tried to text him that he’d managed to wiggle some time free, his texts hadn’t gotten any replies just yet.

9. Burn Out Bright - more Smoke and Mirrors

Gasson’s assistants had snuck into the lab in the early morning, going about their work quietly, keeping the lights dim. Flaed had snuck over and laid some sort of bread in the shadow of the first aid kit, and someone else he didn’t recognize had surreptitiously replaced their water bottles with full ones. Titus wasn’t sure if it they were guilt offerings or ones sanctioned by Gasson and the assistants were just trying to avoid reminded each other that their subjects were human. Or avoiding waking Titus and Nyx so that they didn’t have to be reminded of that themselves.

10. Those Who Wander in Darkness - Chapter 3

The table they were led to was down two hallways and half a flight of stairs, which gave Nyx plenty of time to compose himself. He kept expecting Cor to put him down, especially when they got to the stairs, but Cor had glided down them with his usual grace. It had been an odd feeling, not bad but slightly disorienting. Disorienting was a feeling he was having to get used to, especially after everything that had happened in the courtyard. After everything that had happened since they arrived in the past, really.

I totally did not edit any of those for typos I noticed while doing this, or to make sentences less confusing. If I had, well, that would prove the exercise was worth it, right?

Thanks so much! That was a lot of fun.

No pressure tags for... @noirbriar, @maychorian, @philomytha, @sanzochan, @exlibrisfangirl, and anyone else who would like to try!

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[jjksblackgf]

'Cause ya know, I'm all types of in your business 🤣

15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

25. Which idea came to you first in Pink Lemonade?

and you know i love it 🤣

Question 15: A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

my mind would probably pick "for a good time" because it's one of my personal faves. i just love the 80's and the 70's so much that i already want to write something else in that time frame. but since the 80's craze is dying down that wouldn't be financially realistic lol so i would pick either "just make room" for a rom-com or "deep desires" since we're in spooky season

Question 23: If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

i actually want to say all of them because when i reread my works there's always something i would do differently lol but i want to live that yoongi lifestyle of "it wouldn't be the same if you changed it" because i would only do it differently because i know more now and have more practice now in all seriousness, tho, "sweet kiss of death" comes to mind, and "blossoming" too. the first one because the idea was undercooked, and it's at the front of my mind because it's october. i would just flesh out the story more. i was in my edward cullen bag with seokjin's inner monologues about pain, but i wish i wrote the plot that i had in mind. i was too insecure because i'm not the spooky girly and didn't finish the story out of fear that it would suck... blossoming it's the one that i'm actually going to remix it, because it's an idea that i posted a like a year and a half ago and never finished it. but since nobody knows the plot yet because i posted only the first chapter, i'm not going to give the remix just yet, you'll have to read it 🤣

Question 25: Which idea came to you first in Pink Lemonade?

the hot tub scene came to me first, specifically the dialogue. i all i knew was that dahlia was shy but stubborn, maybe very a little stuck up and ready for an adventure, and that seokjin was his Confidence King™ self. i don't know why, but when i think of confident men, my head comes up with either fratboy/fratboy-adjacent or bad boys, and then the rest of the idea came to me based on that

behind the scenes of fic writing: 30 questions for authors

#can you tell that i love talking about writing 🙃 #it's almost impossible for me to stop lol #ask tha brat #brat plays #30 questions for authors

[dontcallmecarrie]

pro about having people irl who know and respect your hobbies: they’re very supportive

con about having people irl who know and respect your hobbies: ‘hey, I haven’t heard you talking about [insert fic here] in a while, have you finished it?’

#thinking aloud #personal life #on the plus side #next chapter of Darth Calamity's slowly being chipped away at now #and have the first chapter of the remix already ready to go #The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns. 

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art. 

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready. 

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by. 

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #fic #series #dark fic #dark!fic #superman #portrait of a dangerous man #dc #dcu #mob au #au #mob!au

[chelleztjs18]

Lost in Assistance - Ch. 6

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Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

All chapters

You are forced to wake up in a sudden by your alarm blaring. You squint your eyes, try to find your glasses or your phone to turn off that annoyance of the sounds of your alarm. You finally turned it off and put on your glasses then checked out the time. You forgot that you have to wake up earlier than you planned before Lizzie’s text yesterday. Once you see the time is 5 AM, you regretted that you stayed up late last night.

You groaned as you got out of the bed. Last night you decided to wake up at 5 AM just so you can give yourself enough time to get ready, let alone you have to try to beat the traffic to go to the office even though it’s Friday you just don’t want to take that risk, not today. Last but not least, you have to get the coffee that Lizzie specifically requested.

You try to get ready faster than usual. You picked semi casual attire for today with a low ponytail and flat shoes. You grabbed your purse, your laptop and every other thing you need for work today. You walk out then go to your mom’s room to check if your mom is awake.

“Ma, are you awake yet? I’m gonna go to work okay? I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.” You half whispered hoping your mom can hear you but not loud enough to wake her up just in case she is still sleeping.

“Okay, good luck on your first day my dear.” Your mom replies in a sleepy tone.

You left for work but had to drop by at Starbucks near the office to get Lizzie’s large black coffee with half and half and two pumps of hazelnut syrup so it will still be hot when she gets it. That’s how she likes it and it’s one of a few list of coffee beverages she likes besides her precious seasonal pumpkin spice latte.

You finally arrived at the office at 6 AM sharp. The main building is already open due to some offices having early operation hours. You confidently go up to the office thinking it is already open as well or at least opened for Lizzie who is meeting you there but to your surprise the door is still locked and all the lights are still off. Puzzled with what’s going on, you pull out your phone and try to contact Lizzie to figure out where she is.

You try to call her but no answer. You wait for a few minutes in front of the office, then you try to call her again, which leads to the same result, no answer. Hoping that you will get an answer if you try to reach her in a different way, you decided to text her.

"Good morning Ms. Olsen, I'm here at the office. Are you on your way here by any chance? Thanks." You texted anxiously yet irritated. Fifteen minutes went by and still no words whatsoever from her. You decided to go back to your car and wait there.

You hate waiting yet that’s the only thing you can do now. Luckily, you parked at one of the Vernon’s office reserved spots so it will be easy for you to spot Lizzie when she comes. You sighed with annoyance every time you checked your phone and found nothing from Lizzie. You watch the parking spots around you like a hawk to spot Lizzie but shortly you are betrayed by your body, your eyes slowly close and you fall asleep. All of a sudden you hear your phone ring, it’s Lizzie. You jolted to check the time to find it’s 8:05. “Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!’ You cursed in your mind and answered the call.

”Hello. Ms. Olsen. I’m coming right up.” You explain right away while you gather your stuff to get going.  “Where are you?! You are late. I have been waiting here for 5 minutes.” Lizzie asked, pretending she was upset about waiting. Making you come two hours early and letting you wait was her plan. Little did you know, Lizzie actually saw you sleeping in the car when she parked. Of course she won’t let this situation go to waste so she decided to just go up to the office to make it look like you are late. 

You finally showed up with one hand holding your purse and your laptop, the other handing Lizzie her coffee. “Good morning. I’m so sorry. Here’s your coffee. I got here at-..” before you could finish your explanation she cuts you off. “Um, my coffee is not hot, Y/n. Why is it cold? I like hot coffee in the morning. You need to get me a new one on the way there. We gotta go now or we are gonna be late. Thanks to you.” She gave the coffee back to you and walked away.

Your jaw dropped. You are so flabbergasted and irritated at the same time with what just happened as you saw her walk away with no remorse whatsoever. 

“Aren’t you coming?” What Lizzie said snap you back to reality and you proceed to follow her to leave.

Lizzie decided to sit at the front passenger side with you driving. You drive in silence, still upset that you have to go to Starbucks to get her another hot coffee. You ordered hers and your usual coffee. You got both of your orders, you put yours in the cup holder and you hand her hers. “Ice coffee huh in the morning? Grande Espresso frappuccino, light ice double blended with extra shot in a venti cup. Just because you like cold coffee in the morning, it doesn’t mean other people like it too, you know?” She commented sarcastically.  “Ms. Olsen, I got there at 6 just like you wanted me to, I tried to call and text you but no answer. That’s why your coffee got cold. It has been sitting for two hours.” You broke your silence but are still trying to keep it cool.

“Oh yeah, I slept in, didn’t hear my alarm.” Lizzie answered nonchalantly.

“Are you kidd--” You said in your mind then you took a deep breath. Hearing how she answered you, it made you connect the dots and you know what she’s up to. You know it’s normal if she really slept in but this happened on the first day you work for her, coincidence much. 

“I see.” You said it sarcastically and nodded slightly. “What? What do you see?” You got her attention. “Oh nothing. You did it on purpose didn’t you? You are trying to give me a hard time working.” You calmly confront her. “I told you I slept in. It’s up to you how you gonna take my answer.” Another nonchalant answer came out from her. You chuckle sarcastically then pull over and turn your head to look at her. She looks back at you confused.

“Look, Ms. Olsen. I don’t sugar coat things so please hear me out, I know you don’t like me because I got hired as the assistant you thought you don’t need and I don’t fancy you either. What you did this morning is completely childish and to me, you really give yourself a bad name such as a brat. I’m just here doing my job. As professional as you are and as stubborn as you are, no matter what game you are playing now, I won’t quit because I’m not a quitter. So why don’t you just let me do my job until the contract ends?” You raise one of your eyebrows and give her an intimidating smile then you start to drive again to the location.

Despite the fact that Lizzie actually got caught off guard with what you just did and with everything you said, she refused to give in. In fact it just provoked her more and started to ramble angrily “I told you I slept in! Just so you know, I have my own reason why I don't need a new assistant! You know nothing about me! So don't you dare call me a brat! Don't get too cocky. I’m not a quitter either. I’ll win.” She replied and just like that, they soon got into an argument and everything turned into one competition between you two girls who have the same level of unyielding obduracy. Nonetheless, both of you are consumed by your own ego and anger. 

You scoffed. "Oh come on! We both know you did it on purpose! I'm not stupid! 2 plus 2 is 4! Why don't you want a new assistant anyway? It's not that bad!" You raised your tone a little.

"Why the hell do I have to tell you my reason?! It's a personal thing! You work for me, don't you remember that?! Being childish is way better than being cocky like you. Just because you are the best assistant that Mitchel has, doesn't mean you're better than anybody else! So if you are as professional as you said you are, why don't you just zip it and drive?!"

The driving is now filled with tension and awkward silence. You decide to turn on the music just to calm you down. Clair De Lune by Motez Remix plays. The tune is actually catchy enough to Lizzie’s ears, she never heard this song before so she secretly checked the title on y/n’s car screen. “I don’t like this, I want to listen to something else.” She lied just to push y/n’s button yet again. “My car, my choice of music.” Lizzie rolled her eyes to what you said.

Luckily the traffic wasn’t that bad, you both arrived at the location on time. Lizzie gets out of the car and slams the door as she is still upset with you.

The photoshoot session starts. Both of you only talk when it’s needed. Not a single eye contact happens between the two of you. After a few hours, it’s time for lunch. Lunch is already catered, you prepared a plate for her, place it on the table. You sit with the photographer and crews on another table near hers.

She sits and about to eat but was stopped by something she noticed on her plate. Something that she hates, onions.

“Umm, Y/n, I can’t eat this.” She pushed the plate away. “ And why is that?” curious why she said that, you go to take a look at her plate and notice what’s the problem. “Sorry, I didn’t notice there’s onions there.” You added.

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t mind eating it if there’s no onion in it. Since you are my assistant, I will let you do your job just like what you asked me to do earlier.” She said it sarcastically but in a low tone and gave you a smirk, knowing she just served you back your own words from the argument earlier.

You realized what she wants you to do, it won’t look good if the photographer and the crew see you argue with you since they didn’t hear what ridiculous “assistance” Lizzie just asked you to do for her so you just do what she asked you to half heartedly.

The rest of the session continues then you both go back to the office when it’s all done. The whole ride was awkward and silent from both of you with soft music playing in the background. Tension is in the air but that doesn’t stop both of you secretly exchanging glances to each other without you both knowing.

You both arrived at the office’s parking structure  just to separate to go home and move on with your day.

Ch. 7

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen fluff #lizzie olsen #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen imagine #leigh shaw #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fluff #lizzie olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen fanfic #lizzie olsen fanfic #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn

[maliby]

Ride ~ jjk (m)

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem. Reader ↬ Story Genre: stripper!au, SMUT, PWP ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scenes ↬ Word count: 5.2K   ↬ Summary: It all started with Jungkook inviting you for his new performance tonight. It all ended with you and Jungkook fucking like rabbits in the back room.

A/N: THIS is what Jeon Jungkook makes me do. I was in the middle of writing a new chapter for When the Night Comes and I just could stop my urges to destroy him in that fucking outfit. Anyways....hope all my fellow hoes enjoy <3

P.S.- If you want that extra umph in the strip scene, please listen to the song “Usher - Trading Places”, I promise you it’s double worth it ;)

You looked at the text message Jungkook had sent you as you were on your Uber to ‘The G Spot’. A wicked grin spread on your face as you felt your excitement grow with the thought of his performance.

You first met Jungkook when you were out drowning your sorrows in vodka. Your boyfriend of five years had dumped you because you spent too much time at your new job and you ended up spending the night in Jungkook’s bed. 

That night he told you he was a male performer of some sorts that went by the stage name ‘Rider’ at the famous ‘G Spot’ club. He’d do some sexy performances on stage (most of the time they were themed) but, some times, he’d also work as a gigolo. Clients would pay to take him to one of the back rooms and, if he was interested in the client and/or the money they were offering, he’d have sex with them. Since then, you’d become a pretty regular customer of the club and Jungkook.

“We’re here miss,” the Uber driver mentioned, interrupting your thoughts.

“Thank you.” You left the car and looked up at the big purple neon sign saying ‘The G Spot’. You took out your purse to retrieve your membership card and walked right in, immediately showing it to the bouncer that then confirmed your identity.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice of the owner Maria greeted you as soon as you entered. “Rider mentioned you’d be popping by,” she smirked.

“Hi, honey!” You gave her a quick hug and followed her to the bar, watching her start working on your usual vodka cranberry. “Sugar told me he had a very special performance and wanted me to watch.”

“And you couldn’t miss it,” she teased as she slid you the glass with your drink.

“Well, you’ve seen him,” you took a sip and hummed, signalling that you liked the taste of the drink.

“Oh, believe me, if I wasn’t his boss I’d definitely give him something to ride if you know what I mean,” you choked at her confession, sharing a good laugh with her.

“Right sweety, you better go sit, the show’s about to start.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to lose my spot. When is he coming on?”

“First Black Magic is gonna take the stage and Rider will be right after him,” Maria told you as she cleaned the balcony of the bar. 

The news came as a surprise to you. Usually, Jungkook would close the show since he was one of, if not the best, performers in the club. The news was especially weird since he said he had a new routine and normally when that happened he would always close the show.

“He’s second?!” The look of surprise on your face probably came as no surprise to Maria. In fact, you were sure it didn’t due to her expression of understanding.

“Yeah, I don’t know why either. He begged me to be second and usually, I’m really particular about the show but since it was him I accepted. That and V Jay and RoMeo have a special number prepared for tonight, so I let them be last.”

“Weird…” You both stood in silence for a few seconds before you remembered you had to go get your seat before someone else did. “Well, I’m gonna take a sit.” You pointed to the chairs and booths and gave her a small smile.

“Go, go, honey. Enjoy the show!” She waved you goodbye before she turned to get a customer’s order.

You sat down right at the front - as Jungkook had instructed - and waited for a few minutes while you sipped on your drink. 

About ten minutes later the show started. You had watched Black Magic perform before and even though he wasn’t as good as the other guys (seeing that he was quite new to this) he still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Tonight he was doing his ‘Anaconda’ performance. He walked in dressed as a zookeeper with a fake anaconda on his shoulders and once his Anaconda remix commenced playing he started to slide the fake snake all over his body. Then he began to undress, revealing his delicious oily chocolate abs and climbed off the stage making his way to you. He put the fake snake around your neck and pulled you towards him so your face was right in his abs.

“Lick,” he ordered in a low raspy voice, getting you all hot and bothered.

You obliged. 

You licked him from the hem of his shorts up to his pecks, the crowd around you going wild. He tasted coconutty, and you were pretty sure he had spread coconut oil on his body before the show.

After making the rounds to a few more girls Black Magic went back on stage and that’s when he took his shorts off, standing in just his g-string and showing off the outline of the ‘Anaconda’ between his legs.

Soon, he started humping everything on stage, simulating sex in such an erotic way that had all the people in the audience in a complete trance.

He was good. You had to give him that, but he was not Rider. Rider could completely destroy you just with his eyes. Just those feral looks he gave were more than enough to make you hump the fucking chair.

You completely spaced out thinking about Rider and when you came back to it everyone was clapping, making you realize that Black Magic had finished his performance. When your eyes focused on the performer he was already leaving the stage, taking his money and clothes with him.

You called for the waiter and pointed to your empty glass, signalling him that you’d like another vodka cranberry - you needed to feel the buzz of the alcohol if you ever were planning on surviving Rider’s performance tonight.

The drink came and you immediately drank half of it, feeling the build-up of anticipation. You didn’t know why but you were starting to get nervous, your leg bouncing up and down. You decided you’d go check Instagram as you waited, but as soon as you opened the app the lights turned down and focused on one spot on the curtains.

“Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to have the ride of your life?” You chuckled at the announcer’s silly pun. The audience around you rilled up, already deciphering from his pun who was coming up next. Rider sure was a fan favourite. 

“Then I want to hear you scream loud and clear for Rideeeeer!”

The crowd went wild, but not as wild as your beating heart. Something about this performance was telling you you were about to be in for a crazy ride and when the song “Trading Places” by Usher started playing you knew you were absolutely right.

When Rider opened up the curtain and came onto the stage your jaw dropped. He was wearing a loose leopard print shirt that had a ‘v-cut’ so low you could see part of his defined chest and abs. On top of that, he was wearing a loose flowy red robe with black details that matched the colour of his pants, the latter ones though, being so tight you could see every little detail of his meaty thighs. His hair was loosely sleeked back, a stray piece of hair dangling right in front of his killer eyes. 

“Fuck,” you muttered as you took in the view.

Rider was handsome, there was never any doubt in that, but this fucking outfit? You were damn sure every single pussy in this place was wet just by staring at him.

Hey, I know what you’ used to We gon’ do something different tonight

Rider started walking to the centre of the stage as if he was a tiger ready to pounce. The lethal look on his eyes made you think of all the times he looked at you like that, like he was about to fucking devour you - which he did.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride

He spread his legs almost in a squat position, emphasizing his thick thighs, and ran his hand from his chest all the way down to his crotch. He grabbed his crotch and looked straight at the audience, making a ‘come here’ sign with his other hand - the crowd went wild. 

After this, he gave a little twirl and slid half of his dark red robe off (letting it stay in the middle of his arms) and started body rolling. Your throat got dry, making you swallow your own saliva.

Nobody body rolled like him. He was so fluid and sharp at the same time. The combination of his sinful body movements and his facial expressions being the added bonus. You could swear he could make anyone want him - you sure did.

Then everything stopped for you. He looked you right in the eyes and, at that same instant, you felt a wave of arousal slid past your folds and straight to your panties.

He smirked.

He knew the power he had over you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger and all he had to do was to say when and where.

Then, he started to seductively walk towards the stairs - he was coming down to the audience.

He kept looking straight at you as he made his way down the stairs and you felt your heartbeat rise - he was coming in your direction.

You started to smile like an idiot until he walked right past you and went to the table right next to yours. The group of five friends on a bachelorette party went ecstatic (as you would) while you on the other hand felt nothing but annoyance. He was toying with you. Teasing was Rider’s favourite game, a game which he would often play with you and it drove you absolutely mad.

He made his way to the bride and practically straddled her, taking in her hands and making her feel his defined abs as he body rolled.

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, tell me you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

You shouldn’t be jealous, this was his job and you two had by no means a serious relationship but you hated the way he was toying with you. You also hated that your jealousy was exactly what he wanted.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

The bride’s screams got even louder as Rider got off of her and spread her legs. He supported himself on the chair’s arms and started to simulate sex with her, thrusting his hips towards her crotch.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it.

Then, Rider got off from her and turned around, looking straight at you. Your heart jumped once more. He made his way towards you and this time he stopped right in front of you with a devious smile on his face. He straddled you, just like he did the girl before you and grabbed your hand, only this time he pulled his leopard shirt from underneath his pants and placed your hand on his bare skin.

You had felt up his abs a million times before, but the action never failed to make you all hot and bothered. His abs were a perfect six-pack, like a chocolate bar ready to be eaten up. You remember all the times you played with his abs as he has your fingers running up through each of his individual muscles. 

One, two, three, four, five and six.

He then runs your hand lower so you could palm his hard cock. 

You knew the dancers would pump up their dicks backstage so it would look extra big on stage and cause a better reaction, but by the way he was looking at you and biting his lip you couldn’t help but feel like he was horny because of you, and not some pump.

Then, he let’s go of your hand and rips his shirt wide open, now exposing all of his glossy defined muscles.

“Fuck.”

He removed his red robe and gave it a little twirl so the garment would become like a long scarf. He then softly ran the robe from your belly, straight between your cleavage and up your neck. The tingling sensation was so soft and arousing that you instantly felt your nipples perk up and the ache between your legs grow bigger, making you rub yourself on the chair.

He threw the robe onto the stage and got even closer to you, his covered crotch just centimetres away. Then, out of nowhere, and as a contrast to the soft movement of the robe, he grabs you by your hair and sharply hip thrusts to the sound of the music towards your mouth, simulating oral sex.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,

When you feel like you are ready to risk it all and suck him right there in front of everyone he lets go of your hair and turns around to go back on the stage. You let go of the breath you now realized were holding. This man was truly testing all your limits.

He got to stage and discarded his ruined leopard print shirt, now only having the form-fitting red pants on. He turns to the audience and mouths the line from the song: “Where you want me?”

The guitar starts playing and Usher starts moaning, and that’s when it all goes to shit. Rider does his signature move where he does a handstand and slowly comes down in a wave and starts fucking the floor.

Oh oh Oh oh You baby Give it to me baby Oh oh Oh oh

You cross your legs and can’t help but squeeze tight to alleviate the ache in your dripping core. The crowd was going wild, the screams getting louder but to you, it felt like you couldn’t even hear them; it felt like only you and Rider were there, and that he was showing off just for you.

The way in which his thrusts become more powerful, the way his veins on his muscular arms pop out, the way he imitates the moans at the same time as the vocalist’s were driving you insane and you were one step closer to just sneak your hand between your legs and play with yourself, not even caring about where you were.

After presumably making the floor pregnant, Rider changes positions and lays on his back. This time, instead of fucking the floor, he places his hands on an imaginary person on top of him and fucks the air instead, just as the song says:

You get on top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, you say you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

As the instruments in the song start to quite down (signalling the ending of the song), Rider gets up and faces the audience with the most sinful grin. He teasingly pops the button of his pants and slides down the zipper, his bulgy dick expanding immediately under his white underwear. Then, he slides his hand under his underwear and shamelessly palms himself. If he wasn’t a professional who had all his angles studied, there was no way he could conceal his cock from the audience with just one hand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and you cursed him for it. 

The song was about to end and you were curious about the big finish. Whatever it was, you were damn sure it would leave you gasping for air.

Sure enough, you were right.

Just as the instrumental hits its last notes, Rider gives one last teasing smirk and as he takes his dick out of its confinement the lights go out leaving, quite literally, everyone in the dark.

“Fuck,” you cursed at the show you just witnessed and the erotic sensations it brought in you.

This was why he wanted you to come so badly? To fucking tease you? That motherfucker. There was no way you could just sit there and watch. There was no fucking way you could just sit there and go back to your normal life - and you wouldn’t.

Downing the last of your drink you grabbed your purse and made your way to the owner Maria who was currently behind the bar.

When you requested the back room with Rider to Maria you were surprised to find out it had already been booked in your name - the owner smugly telling you that Rider had booked it for you.

You were pissed. Not in a bad way, but still fucking pissed.

You couldn’t help but pace around as you waited for Rider in the back room - sipping on a glass of champagne that came with the package. Your mind was racing, thinking about how he had invited you here, teased you beyond belief and booked you the back room alone with him without telling you. He knew you were going to cave, he knew you’d want a taste and it drove you fucking mad that he could manipulate you like that.

The sound of the door opening made you snap your head in its direction.

The first thing you notice is his exposed torso, Rider only wearing the red pants and robe from the performance earlier. The second was the fucking smug look on his face.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the show?” He asked in a velvety voice after he closed the door and made his way to you to give you a kiss - you dodged. If he kissed you now, it would be game over for you, and you needed to make him suffer just like he did you.

“What the fuck was that?” You poked his chest with an accusatory finger, but he was so strong that he didn’t move.

“Just my new routine.” He pretended that he didn’t know what you were talking about, but the look on his face told a whole different story.

“Just your new routine?” You scoffed before you continued. “You tell me to come and sit in the first row. Then, you come in dressing like that,” you look down at his outfit to show what you were talking about but immediately regret it once you notice the tent in his tight pants. “You tease me like there’s no tomorrow and then you book this fucking room for me?”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, I just wanted to show you, as one of my best clients, my brand new act.” He took a brief pause before he continued again, this time in a slightly different tone, “And if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one I teased.”

He tried to sound breezy but you saw right through his act. If he wanted to play then that was what he was going to get.

“Is that so?” You asked in a knowing tone, him just humming in response. “Well then, if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one who teased me. Maybe I should go book a room with Black Magic instead.”

His whole expression changed. The playfulness in him was now completely gone, only a dark jealous look remaining.

He took several steps forward cornering you into a wall, excitement pooling down between your legs. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about another man.”

Any other day and you’d completely sub for him, a look from him being enough to have you on your knees but today...today you were feeling like you wanted to put up a fight. “Or what?”

He moved in closer to your ear to whisper: “Or I’ll use your pretty little pussy like my personal cum dumpster and leave you here with a creamy cunt that didn’t get the chance to orgasm.”

You tried to remain calm but your erratic breathing gave you away, making him chuckle. “You’d like that?”

When his hand touched your knee you couldn’t help but feel startled, his touch at this point turning you on beyond belief.

“You would. My little slut.” You couldn’t see his smirk, because his face was now buried in your neck, but you could definitely hear it in his voice.

“I can just imagine you fingering your creamy pussy just to get off,” his hand starts travelling up your exposed thigh and starts playing with the hem of your skirt, making you go wild. “If I close my eyes I can already see my cum overflowing and running down your perfect little asshole.” His other hand grabbed your right breast and started massaging it over your shirt, making you release a tiny little moan.

What was happening to you? He was winning. You couldn’t let him win. You had to do something now.

With the inner strength you didn’t even know you had in yourself you took a deep breath and pushed him away, your senses immediately clearing as you no longer felt his intoxicating smell so close.

He was shocked, and his shock only gave you that more strength.

“I think you’ll find that it’s actually the opposite Jungkook.” Usually, while you were with him in the club you would never call him by his real name, but this time you felt like it gave the moment a more serious tone, and you definitely wanted him to take you seriously.

“You think you’re some big shot?” You scoffed and made your way towards him, this time you being the one who backs him up against the big red leather sofa with the big red neon sign that said “Sex” just above it. You gave him one little push and he fell back, you towering over him for a change.  

“You are here for me to use. I pay you, so…” you lower yourself down and sit right on top of his bulge, your skirt hoisting up. “...I’m gonna fuck you until my pussy gets its fill and then I’m gonna leave you with a hard red leaky cock that’s aching to be milked dry.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter, but he didn’t say anything either, giving you the courage to continue.

You pressed your core even harder on his cock and started grinding, a tiny hiss leaving both your mouths. “I can just imagine your frustrated face, fisting your cock as you imagine it’s my cunt. Going at it so hard and fast that your lungs can barely keep up. Parting your pretty little lips to moan my name…”

Jungkook bucked his hips upwards to feel you even better, the sensation driving you absolutely mad. 

You looked into each other’s eyes, tension building as you felt each other up. Your hands ran down his exposed chest as his squeezed your ass. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, those sinful lips that had made you feel extraordinary sensations so many times before - he chuckled.

“You’re cute when you try to be a dom.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look straight into his dark lustful eyes, “are you going to fucking kiss me or do I have to beg for it?”

Feeling affected that he described your actions as “cute” you harshly slapped his hand away and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him forward so his lips could crash into yours.

The kiss was erratic. Hungry. Animalistic. Needy. Everything.

You slid his robe down his muscular biceps exposing his protruding veins and sexy tattoos and as soon as he was finished discarding the garment to the middle of the room he grabbed your white shirt by the cleavage and ripped it right open throwing the destroyed shirt to the place where his robe was.

“That shirt was expensive,” you say between breaths as he frees your mouth to kiss you down your neck.

“Fuck the shirt, I want you.” He bit a piece of skin on your chest and tugged on it with his teeth as he slid the straps of your bra down, your skin forming tiny little bumps from the sensation of his fingers running through it.

“Rider…” you moaned as his mouth got closer and closer to your breasts, your hips grinding on him harder.

“Call me Jungkook.”

“Jungkook…” you moaned as he moved your bra down, the rough seam bumping against your sensitive nipples. His lips immediately claimed one of your hardened peeks, the other one being left at the mercy of his tattooed fingers.

You picked up your pace and started dry humping like a madwoman, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your announcement made Jungkook toy with your nipples harder, twisting and pulling until you were cumming undone, his name coming out of your mouth like a mantra.

Not having any time to breathe, Jungkook picked you up and threw you to the couch, the feeling of the leather on your bare hot skin making you slightly uncomfortable. Before you even had time to ask him what he was doing, he was pulling your panties down and diving in straight to your core, your legs closing in on his head due to the sensitivity.

“Jungkook, I wanna suck your cock…” you whined as he inserted one of his middle fingers inside of you.

“Sorry love, no sucking today. I just want to be buried inside of you.” He started to suck on your clit and after working his finger in for a little bit he added another. You could tell he was in a rush to fuck you and that turned you on even more.

He curled up his fingers inside you making you moan even louder and you thanked your lucky stars the room was soundproof. You were so wet that you could hear it perfectly clear, a sound so lewd that made your whole temperature rise.

Very soon you were feeling your orgasm building once more and, this time, you could tell it was stronger than the other. “Fuck baby, give me more…”

Like a soldier taking orders, he promptly added a third finger and at that moment you knew you weren’t gonna last much longer. In fact, all it took was 10 more seconds of him finger-fucking you while flicking your clit with his tongue and you were spiralling down in pleasure once more, this time on his mouth. “Jungkook...”

You lied there with your eyes closed for what felt like an eternity - the need to catch your breath and calm your heart way too big - but when you finally opened them, Jungkook was standing next to you all naked slowly pumping his cock.

“Sssss...Y/N, don’t fucking look at me like that or I’m gonna bust-”

Feeling your dom persona getting back into action, you got up and threw him down on the black fluffy rug - its fluffy texture being much more pleasant than the leather of the couch. You placed your legs on both sides of him and crouched down. His dick was so hard it was standing straight up, almost like it was waiting for you to sink down on it. So, not being able to resist it any longer, you simply grabbed it and sat right on top of him.

“Fuck, such a fucking tight cunt for me-” You shut him up by putting your hand on his mouth and started riding him like you were at a fucking rodeo.

You were feeling drunk on sex. His cock was hitting you on all the right places (like it always did), his hands were grabbing your hips so hard you were sure they were gonna leave a mark and the sight of his bulging muscles glistening with sweat was driving you into absolute madness.

You were fucking at a mad speed, even you didn’t know where all that strength had come from, but if someone saw you right now they’d probably think you had taken some drugs. Eventually, though, your body started to grow tired and Jungkook noticed that, so he let go of your hips and pulled you onto him. Your head nuzzled on his neck and he started to fucking drill you up.

“Oh shit, shit, shit…” You moaned into his neck, a mix of his cologne and sweat hitting your nostrils.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long baby.”

Hearing his confession you snaked your arm between your bodies and frantically rubbed your clit so you could cum at the same time. The work on your abused clit didn’t last long though, making you cum on his deliciously hard cock, “oh Jungkook.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” The clenching of your pussy eventually tipped him over the edge, him spilling his warm seed inside of you.

After a while of you two panting on the rug, Jungkook got up to pick a couple of tissues so he could clean you up, leaving you alone on the floor.

“Fuck me…” you said in a surprising sense at what had just happened as he kneeled between your legs.

“Again?” He looked up at you with a teasing smirk and proceeded to collect his cum with the tissues.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, the mood feeling light.

Once you got up to put your discarded clothes back on you remembered what Jungkook had done to your shirt and turned to him with your hands on your hips. “How am I supposed to get out of here with no shirt Mr Jeon Jungkook?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he put his tight pants back on. “I brought a shirt under my hoodie today, I can lend it to you. Might not go with your outfit though…” He teased as he looked at your pencil skirt.

“I’ll take it,” you smiled at him and waited as he went to his dressing room to pick his shirt up. 

Once he returned not only did he bring you his shirt, but a stack of bills leaving you completely stunned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed you the shirt and completely ignored the money. 

“Thank you,” you put on his shirt since you were starting to feel kind of cold and looked at him with a questioning look. “Are you paying me for my services or…?”

He looked confused for a second before he followed your gaze to the money on his hands and laughed. “Oh no, this is hum... for the back room.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’m the client and I used your services, I should pay.” 

“Yeah but...don’t look at tonight like a service. I invited you, I teased you...it’s on me tonight,” he tried to place the money on your hands but you hesitated, eventually grabbing it and giving him a shy smile.

What this meant for the two of you you didn’t know, but you sure were excited to find out.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH29

The plans are in motion! Just a reminder, after I post CH30 next week, I will be taking a break through the month of September to finish up the final edit. I’ll probably be scarce around this blog as well during that time cause I’ve got to work on my BB piece as well, but my queue is loaded through like January of next year, so it’ll be like I’m not even gone. 

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Chapter 29: Take Cover

Marinette and Adrien stared at his phone, jaws hanging agape. The silence stretched on until Chloe sighed, and Marinette blinked out of her trance.

“I’m sorry. We’re going to what now?” she asked.

“Ugh, just get over here.” Chloe hung up.

Marinette and Adrien exchanged bewildered looks, and he shrugged as if to say, ‘I have no idea what just happened either.’ Chloe wasn’t one to keep waiting, so they gathered their things and piled into Adrien’s town car. On the drive over, Adrien laced their fingers together, tracing patterns on the back of Marinette’s palm with his thumb. She smiled up at him, that familiar, fluttery feeling spreading through her chest.

She’d dreamed of being Adrien’s girlfriend since they day they met. To her surprise, she was calmer about the whole situation than she’d expected. She wasn’t planning their wedding or naming their future pets, and she’d only daydreamed about his soft lips twenty times that day. They knew each other better now and had grown more comfortable with one another.

Adrien was a true friend and a stable rock in the middle of a storm, always there for her to fall back on if she needed. If it weren’t for him, she would be drowning in her own anguish. Lila may think she had the upper hand, but Marinette and Adrien were the perfect team. Nothing could stop them when they worked together.

Chloe was staring out at her balcony when they arrived, a pensive frown wrinkling her forehead. She turned to them, pursing her lips to mask her expression as they approached. They eyed each other in tense silence until Marinette spoke up.

“So,” she started, “what?”

Chloe rolled her eyes and rubbed her temple with a sigh.

“Look, don’t go getting any ideas. This isn’t about you; it’s about revenge,” Chloe said. “Lila seems to feel the most threatened by you, so I think it will have more of an impact if your name is associated with all of this charity work, and the only way to make anyone else care enough to report about it is to make you someone worth talking about.”

“What makes you think Lila is threatened by me?” Marinette asked with a disbelieving grunt. “All she ever does is toy with me.”

“And why do you think that is?” Chloe rolled her eyes when Marinette still seemed lost. “When someone like her feels threatened, they lash out and try to bring you down.”

“Is that why you were always so mean to me?” Marinette’s eyes narrowed, a smirk curling on her lips.

“Don’t lump me in with her! I’m mean to people for the sheer entertainment of watching them suffer. Totally different.” Chloe scoffed.

“Okay, so how exactly do you plan on making Marinette famous?” Adrien asked.

“Easily.” Chloe shrugged. “The dumb brat has already started making a name for herself, and more and more important people are starting to notice her talent, if you want to call it that.”

“I will ignore the insult in favor of the compliment.” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a hip.

“Look, even my mom has complimented your work, so I think we should—as disgusting as this is—ask my mom to help you launch your fashion career.” Chloe cringed as she said it.

Marinette stared at her for a long moment, and Chloe shifted her weight with a moan.

“Stop looking at me like that!”

“You’re being serious right now?” Marinette asked.

“I know. Even I’m shocked.” Chloe wrinkled her nose.

“You want to help me start my fashion career? Now?”

“It’s the only way to take down that brat for good,” Chloe said, cheeks pink. “After this, I will go back to hating you and thinking you are a talentless nobody.”

“This is uncharacteristically nice of you, Chloe,” Adrien said with a smile. “I’m proud of you.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Dupain-Cheng. I’m not going to be caught dead wearing your trash, but my mom wanted to train you, so I think it’s our best shot.” Chloe shrugged.

“So, what? We’re just going to walk up to your mom and ask her to work with me?” Marinette scoffed as if it were the most absurd thing she’d ever heard. Because it was.

“Pretty much.” Chloe marched past her.

“Wait, we’re going right now?”

“We want to take Lila down this century, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe said pointedly, crossing the hall to her mother’s suite.

“But…wait, Chloe-” Marinette rushed after her as she barged into the room across the hall.

Audrey was in the middle of a hot stone massage, and Marinette curled her shoulders.

“I don’t think we should disturb her-”

“Mommy,” Chloe said, and Audrey gave some groan of acknowledgement. “You remember my dreadful former classmate, the one who designed the feather hat for Adrien?”

“Vaguely,” Audrey said.

“Well, Clara Nightingale walked the red carpet in one of her designs, and I think you should back her brand,” Chloe said.

“I thought you hated this girl-”

“You and me both,” Marinette grumbled.

“-now it sounds like you’re being nice.” Audrey choked on the word.

“There’s a nasty girl at school that I want to get rid of, and I need to make Dupain-Cheng famous to do it.” Chloe explained.

Audrey moaned as the masseuse worked a knot in her shoulders.

“Get me a portfolio by this time next week, then we’ll talk,” she said.

Chloe clapped her hands together. “Thank you, Mommy.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, a week?” Marinette blanched.

“Fashion moves quickly, dear, so if you want to be relevant, you’ll get me your portfolio with a pitch by next week,” Audrey said more sternly.

“She’ll have it ready,” Chloe promised.

Marinette shot her a look. “I’m not so sure she can-”

“Enjoy your massage.” Chloe grabbed Marinette’s arm and dragged her from the room.

“Chloe, I don’t know if I can-”

"Oh, shut it." Chloe clamped her hand in a mouth-shutting motion. "You are annoyingly persistent when you want to be. I've seen you accomplish way more in less time, so don't you even say you can't do it because if anyone has got what it takes, it's you, and if you tell anyone I said that, I will destroy everything you love."

“A week? To come up with an entire line,” Marinette said. “Not to mention it has to impress your mom—the queen of fashion!”

“And?” Chloe shrugged. Did she hear herself? What was so hard to understand about the absurdity of the situation?

“Chloe’s right, Marinette, you can do this,” Adrien took her hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“But what if I can’t?” Marinette asked. “What if Audrey hates my designs or if I can’t come up with a whole line in time?”

“Then your fashion career is dead, and I’ll just get rid of Lila my way.” Chloe sauntered back to her suite. “Toodles!”

Marinette leaned her face into Adrien’s shoulder with a moan, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I know this is a lot of pressure, but you are the most amazing girl I know. You’re an incredible designer, and I know you’re going to crush it.” He pressed his forehead to hers, those green eyes shining with a confidence she wished she felt.

She took a deep, centering breath and nodded.

“Okay.” She pressed her lips into a firm line. “Let’s do it.”

♪♫♪ Misery Business ♪♫♪

Lila glared down at her phone screen, her laptop playing Clara’s acceptance speech in the background which only made her blood boil hotter. As if that stupid bakery brat needed more attention. Marinette pulled a couple fast ones on her, but Lila always got the last laugh. She stared down at Adrien’s Instagram post again with a scowl.

“So proud of @marinette-dc! I’m so lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend like you.”

Most of their classmates had already liked it, but it didn’t matter. Lila would figure out a way to spin this back on Marinette. The cracks were already forming in her little good girl reputation. Lila just needed to apply pressure, then everything would come crumbling down.

♪♫♪ Look What You Made Me Do ♪♫♪

The next day at school, Marinette was quite the hot topic after her big debut. Everyone was buzzing about Clara’s dress, and she received compliments left and right, though she found it hard to enjoy her moment with Audrey’s deadline looming over her.

She’d spent all night brainstorming ideas, but so far she had nothing. Nada. Zilch. No ideas. No inspiration. Nothing, and she was a sweaty ball of nerves. Numerous times she’d tried to give herself pep talks. She saved the city on a daily basis, fought ten-ton monsters and tricky magicians. How hard could it be to design a few dresses and coats?

Infinitely hard, as it turned out. In fact, part of her wished it was as easy as fighting an akuma. That there was some clever shortcut to her end goal, but there were no such things in this case. Just her own imagination and the wall between it and her sketchpad.

“Why so glum?” Macy asked as Marinette shoved books into her locker. “Shouldn’t you be excited about your dress? Everyone loves it. Things didn’t go bad with Adrien after we left, did they?” She cupped her cheeks in horror.

“No.” Marinette assured her with a laugh. “Everything is fine, but I just… Another amazing opportunity has fallen in my lap, and I don’t think I can do it, and I’m stressing out over it.”

“Yeah, you are breaking out a little.” Lisette pointed out, and Marinette covered her chin with a groan.

“You’re amazing, Marinette, and you always find a solution,” Macy said, but when Marinette seemed less than convinced, she pursed her lips. “Tell you what, Lisette can help you cover your zit, and we’ll help you get your mojo back, okay?”

“Okay,” Marinette said, allowing Macy to tug her to the bathroom where Lisette managed to completely erase any signs of her stress. Honestly, she was a wizard with a tube of concealer.

“There they are with the lady of the hour,” Eliott said when they met up for lunch. “How did your alone time go with a certain model last night?”

“He gave me this necklace.” She pulled it from under her collar with a soft smile.

“How romantic!” Lisette said.

“How sparkly.” Macy added with a longing look until Eliott nudged her with his elbow.

“We should double date this weekend. The weather is going to be nice, so we could go golfing.” Eliott suggested, and Macy shot up.

“Oh! Can I come? My parents are part-owners at one of the courses so my dad can play whenever he wants.” She bounced excitedly.

“Fine, but you have to bring a date,” Eliott said.

“I’ll just bring Martin again.” Macy shrugged.

“That’s cheating.”

“How? You said to bring a date, so I’ll bring a date.”

“You didn’t even ask him!”

“Fine! Martin, will you be my date?” Macy turned to him with pleading eyes, and his cheeks flushed.

“Uh, sure,” he said.

“Ha!” Macy stuck her tongue out at Eliott.

“That’s all fun and everything, but I’ve never played golf,” Marinette said. “Besides, I have a lot to do.”

“Oh, come on, Marinette. We can teach you,” Macy said. “Please?”

“I-” Marinette hesitated when they all gave her pleading looks. “We’ll see.”

“What’s so urgent that you can’t come out, Marinette?” Eliott asked as they took their seats.

“Does it have to do with that girl?” Martin lowered his voice.

“Kind of…” Marinette took a deep breath before explaining the entire situation—the plan, her deadline, all of it.

“Whoa, you’re really gonna pitch to Audrey Bourgeois?” Lisette whispered, eyes wide.

“I’m gonna try,” Marinette pushed her peas around with a spoon. “I’m kinda running on empty right now.”

“If you need any help let us know, okay?” Macy reached out to place a hand over hers.

“Yeah, we know tons about fashion and starting charities, not to mention handling drama queens.” Eliott echoed. “We’ve got your back.”

Marinette smiled, though the sentiment didn’t reach her eyes. It wasn’t their fault that Marinette was never going to make it in the world of fashion. When she inevitably failed, Adrien would probably dump her, Lila would take over the world, and she’d be left selling stupid little trinkets off of a cart to tourists. Why did she let Chloe talk her into this?

♪♫♪ Yeah Right ♪♫♪

“Good morning, Lila! I have your geometry homework!” Sabrina greeted on the front staircase the next morning.

Lila feigned a smile. Sabrina was annoying, but she did all of Lila’s homework, so she usually didn’t complain. After that brat Marinette scored a point against her last night with the award’s show, Lila wasn’t in the mood to deal with clingy girls with dependency issues.

“Thank you so much, Sabrina. You’re such a sweetheart,” Lila said.

“How is your ankle feeling? Do you need anything? Aspirin? A hot compress? Foot massage?” Sabrina offered.

“Well, it feels much better than it did a week ago, but if I walk around a lot, it gets a little sore. Would you mind taking my bag to my locker for me?” Lila slipped her bag off her shoulder and held it out.

“Of course! You rest that ankle,” Sabrina said without hesitation.

Lila smirked as she trotted off to the locker room. At least Sabrina was easy to get rid of. Some of her other idiots would have insisted on walking her to class—a commitment Lila didn’t have time for today. She needed to figure out her next move against Marinette. Everyone was still conflicted over the stairs incident from the Louvre. That stupid goody-goody built up a reputation over the years that wasn’t so easily collapsible. Even still, every shred of doubt Lila could cast would pile up in the end.

“I see you’re still walking around like you own the place.”

Lila stopped a few steps into the school, jaw clenching. Adrien was leaning against the wall just inside the door, and he pushed away when she narrowed her eyes, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I do own the place,” she said. “Or I will soon enough.”

“I’ve warned you before, Lila, but you didn’t listen. What you did to Marinette was not okay,” he said darkly, green eyes narrowed into slits.

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it? Call another one of your celebrity buddies to call me a liar? Go ahead, it’ll help me win these losers over even faster.” Lila crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a hip. “You can’t beat me, Adrien. You’re too nice to get your hands dirty.”

“If you do anything else to Marinette, you’re going to learn how nice I am.” He glowered down at her, sending a shiver down Lila’s spine. “You hurt someone I love, so enjoy your reign while it lasts. Pretty soon everyone is going to see you for who you really are, and I won’t feel sorry for you.”

He brushed past her, and Lila rolled her eyes. He was bluffing, and even if he wasn’t, Lila could handle anything he threw at her. Whatever they were plotting, Lila wasn’t going down without a fight.

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Capturing a Dream

Chapter 5 – Kobayashi Maru

 “Why are you wearing that thing?” Conner teased Chimera with a playful lilt to his voice and pointing to her pink apron. She had wanted to make some treats for the team and roped him into helping her despite his objections. Apparently, sitting and watching Wolf attempt to play with Sphere wasn’t considered an adequate way to spend his morning.

Chimera raised an eyebrow at him.  “To keep clean.  Things can get messy when you’re baking.”

“Just don’t get dirty.” Conner responded easily. He leaned over to her with a mischievous look, “Bake better.”

Chimera gasped in fake offense and glared at him as she finished pouring the flour into the mixing bowl.  “Whatever, oh kitchen guru.”   She moved to get the buttermilk and looked over at him with a slightly too innocent expression.  “Hey, can you turn on the blender for me, please?”

Conner grinned smugly from his apparent win and moved to the mixer to turn it on.  He accidentally switched it to the highest level.  He wasn’t able to move before a wave of flour flew out of the bowl and coated him in a thick coat of white.  He fumbled for the off switch before turning toward Chimera with a questioning look.  She doubled over in laughter as soon as she saw him.  He groaned and started trying to shake and brush off the flour, but that just seemed to make it worse, spreading it further and pushing it into his shirt and pants.  Chimera was now gasping for breath from laughing so hard until she fell on her butt, making her laugh harder.  “That… that’s… that’s why I wear an apron,” she choked out.

“You…” Conner stared incredulously at her.  “You did that on purpose.”

“No.  I would never.” She tried to defend herself, but the wicked look in her eyes and the way she was biting her lip trying not to laugh as she leaned against the lower kitchen cabinets, gave her away.

“Is that so,” Conner asked, the mischievous glint back in his eye as he picked up the mixing bowl.

Chimera’s eyes widened as she realized his intention. “No, no, no.  Conner.”  She held up her hand in a placating gesture and tried backing away from him but she was already pressed against the cabinets so there was nowhere to go. Conner threw the contents of the bowl at her with a roguish grin.  She squealed loudly as the ingredients hit her legs and her forearms that were protecting her head.  “Conner!” she chastised him with no heat in her tone.  “I cannot believe you just did that.”

“Then you’re really not going to believe this,” he grinned as he picked up the bowl of sugar they hadn’t added yet and threw that at her too.

Chimera was barely able to dodge out of the way in time and grabbed the container of baking powder and flicked it toward him. He just dodged it but the baking powder was just a distraction from the cocoa powder she threw at him next.  The cocoa powder caught him in the neck and hair, the impact spreading it to his face and shirt.  He recovered quickly and searched for something else to throw, coughing slightly from the cocoa powder that hung in the air.

“Okay, okay.  Truce!” Chimera yelled holding her hands out placating.  “The only ingredients left are wet ingredients and I really, really don’t want to clean that up.  Truce?”  She eyed him suspiciously, the same way he eyed her.  He reached his hand out to her but his body was guarded in case she tried to go back on her word.  Chimera tentatively reached out her hand as well, suspecting a counter strike, but their hands met without incident.  They smiled at each other breathlessly.

Chimera pulled Conner into a hug and Conner wrapped his arms around her just as tight until he felt something granular sliding down his shirt.  He looked at Chimera and groaned.  She was shaking her hair out on his shoulder causing the sugar that had caught in her hair to fall on him as well.  Chimera laughed even harder, her face turning red in the process.  Conner laughed too in spite of himself.

After Chimera had calmed down a few minutes later, she surveyed the damage around them and glanced over to Conner.  “Okay, do you want to help me redo this and we can clean together while it’s in the oven or do you want to clean while I bake?”

Conner surveyed the kitchen as he considered his options.  “I’ll clean. It’s probably safer that way.”  He sent her a mock glare that she laughed off.

Chimera hummed as she remixed the ingredients for the chocolate cupcakes.  She was enjoying the moments of normalcy and lightness between missions.  Things were just starting to settle down again into a routine after the last few weeks had rocked the Team to their core.  She needed this reprieve and she was confident that Conner did too after everything that happened.

After the cakes were out of the oven and the kitchen had been cleaned with only themselves left to clean off, they grinned at each other.  “I’ll frost those tonight after they’ve cooled.  We both should probably get moving.” She smiled at him as she headed out of the kitchen.  “Probably should take a shower first though.”

He smiled as he looked down at his clothes and raised an eyebrow at her.  “And whose fault was that?”

She looked back at him with wide eyes, the perfect picture of innocence.  “You could have just not gotten dirty, right?  So… yours.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and she smiled back brightly.  Conner fought it, he really did, but he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from turning up and the chuckle from working its way out.  “We’ll settle this later.” He waved at her as she left, his eyes following her until she was out of sight.

<><><><><> 

The team watched in shock as Artemis’ body disappeared in a flash of light. That was… less than optimal.  “Everyone get in the ship!” Aqualad called to them as he whipped out his water bearers to destroy the downed ship that had just eliminated their teammate.

As soon as the ship was destroyed, Aqualad joined Superboy, Robin, and Wally on the ship.  “We need to rethink our approach to this.  I still think a plan is needed, but going against them even as a sneak attack cost us Artemis and Wolf.  There has to be a different way to address this.”  Aqualad stated calmly.

“Head on didn’t work and sneak attack hasn’t seemed to work better.” Kid Flash added in the same academic tone as one would considering a word puzzle.

“Back to the Cave to regroup?” Robin asked from the ship’s controls.

“No, to the Hall of Justice.  We need to consider the effect this is having on the people here as well.  The people need to know there are still heroes out there.” Aqualad responded flippantly, keeping his focus on the horizon.  His mind was still running through possible approaches.  What had worked, what had failed, what they hadn’t tried, what had the most success and might work if it was reworked.

Suddenly Kid Flash gasped and pounded his fist on the ship’s controls. “Artemis is dead!”  He jumped up.  “They killed Artemis.  Artemis died right in front of us.”

Aqualad put his hand on Kid Flash’s shoulder.  “Her sacrifice will not be in vain.  We will avenge her.”

“I’m going to kill every last one of them.” Kid Flash vowed looking out to the skies, searching for any he could shoot.

“Has anyone heard from Chimera?” Conner asked, his eyes suddenly looking frantic.

“No, she hasn’t contacted the Cave since the aliens attacked.” Aqualad confirmed.

“Robin, check the communication in and out of the Cave.  See if there is a message from Chi in there.” Superboy commanded anxiously.

Robin connected to the Cave.  “Nothing at the Cave.  I’m checking the Hall of Justice right now.”  He kept searching but his eyes were getting more and more worried as he did. “Nothing… there’s nothing.  The Hall’s communication networks have been destroyed so we wouldn’t know even if she had tried.”

Aqualad placed his hand on Superboy’s shoulder, just as he had for Kid Flash. “I’m sorry.”

Superboy jerked away like he had been burned.  “No.  We don’t know that anything happened to her.  She could be fine.  There were no reports that she was killed.”

“That’s right.” Robin encouraged him.  “We’ll keep fighting to find her.  The quicker we end this attack, the quicker we can find her.”  Aqualad grimaced at Robin who responded with a dark look of his own.  “We’re coming up on DC.  It looks like we’re not the only ones.” He said indicating the alien ships that were heading toward the Capitol Building.  

“Let’s destroy these bastards.” Kid Flash growled already aiming the weapons systems on the closest one.

“We can’t shoot them all.  Superboy, you think you can take one on your own?” Aqualad asked, keeping his eyes on the screen and formulating a plan.

Superboy gave him a feral grin.  “Absolutely.”

“Good. We sneak up on them, drop Conner on the closest one then start moving onto the next and work our way through. Once they’re all taken care of we start working with the army to combine forces and assess our assets.”

Conner took a deep breath, bracing himself for his next move.  They had already lost the entire Justice League, Wolf was dead, Artemis was dead, and nobody had heard from Chimera.  He didn’t want to think she was dead, but… the odds were not in her favor.  But she was magic and had already survived attacks he didn’t think anyone could survive. And she was a strategist.  If anyone could come up with a plan for her and for them, it was her.

“Ready?” Robin called out to him.

“Just give me the sign.  I’ll take them out.”  Superboy turned back to the hatch below with a determined stare.

“Opening the hatch.  I’ll count you down.  5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Jump!” Robin called out.

Superboy jumped and landed directly on the alien ship with enough force to create a massive dent in the ship.  He ripped off the canon and began punching the ship as hard and rapidly as he could manage.  He was too laser focused to notice the Team’s ship firing on the ship that came up behind his, destroying that ship, leaving three more ships.  The Team’s ship started firing on the next ship, bringing the other ships’ attention to them.  

Conner whipped around to assess the situation.  His ship wasn’t completely destroyed yet, but disabled.  If he could jump on another, he could disable that as well, making it easier for the Team’s ship to destroy them. Before the ships could start firing, a portal opened immediately in front of one of the ships. The ship flew in and suddenly the next ship over exploded and the two ships crashed, followed almost immediately by the third ship exploding from the Team’s fire.

Superboy’s ship glided down, crashing on the National Mall, skidding to a stop just in front of it.  Superboy jumped just before it came to a stop, landing in a crouch in front of the army forces stationed in front of the Capitol Building, the Team’s ship landing just behind him.  Superboy looked up to the army and stopped short, his breath catching in his chest.

Standing in front of the army forces was Chimera, standing tall, a little disheveled, a bit bloody, but standing and smiling brilliantly at Superboy. Superboy’s eyes lit up and he started running to her.  Chimera jumped in his arms, laughing heartily in relief.  Superboy hugged her tight, spinning her around in his excitement to see her. Chimera looked down to brush the nonexistent hair out of his face, cupping his face in the process, her grin growing impossibly bigger as she did.  Superboy’s eyes were crinkling from the large smile spreading on his face that only got larger as Chimera leaned down to touch her lips to his.

Her lips were soft and yielding and everything he had been dreaming they would be... not that he had been dreaming about her... he just... had been... repeatedly.  The kiss was exactly everything he had dreamed it would be.  It filled him with warmth and comfort at the same time, making his heart race.

They broke apart, gasping for breath after what felt like no time at all and forever at the same time.  Chimera smiled sappily at him, not letting him move his face too far from hers.  “I don’t want to wait until the next world ending event to do that again.”

Conner looked back at her with desire and shook his head.  “I don’t want to wait at all.”  He whispers heartily, capturing her lips and letting the emotion sweep over him again.  The kiss was hungrier than the first, more assured in their mutual desire.  A reprieve from the devastation and loss. A dream in the middle of a nightmare.

They broke apart when they heard someone clearing their throats.  “She’s kissing Superman.”  “That’s not Superman.  He’s too young.  And where’s the cape?”  

“He’s better.  He’s Superboy.” Chimera responded without sparing the interrupter a glance, keeping her eyes on Superboy’s.  

He twined his hand into her hair, gently setting her down to cup her face with his other hand and keeping her close.  He pulled away slightly, still touching her, not willing to give up on that reassurance that she was still there, that she was alive and by his side. “So this is where you go to” he said with a smirk but eyes still showing how relieved he was to see her.

“Guess my secret is out,” she smiled at him, cupping her hands over his.  “I’m glad you finally know.  I hated keeping it from you.”

Conner rested his forehead on hers and let out a deep shuttering breath.  “We thought you were dead.  Don’t ever do that again.”

Chimera squeezed her eyes shut and nuzzled her face into his hands.  “The zeta tubes I knew about were down and I was fighting here.  I couldn’t abandon them.”

Kid Flash broke free from Robin’s grip and stalked over to them.  “So this is where you have been this whole time.  We could have used your help.  We were fighting alone.  Artemis was fighting alone.”

“I’m sorry for what happened to Artemis.” She looked at him with guilt and compassion in her eyes.  “I wish I could have been there for you, for my Team.”

Kid Flash moved so he was only a few inches from her face.  “But you weren’t.  And now Artemis is dead.” He growled at her.

A guilty, hurt look spread across Chimera’s face and she backed away from Kid Flash, seeming to shrink at his censure.  Superboy moved in front of her, pushing Kid Flash away.  “That’s enough.  She was saving civilians.  That’s what we’re supposed to be doing.  What happened to Artemis isn’t anyone’s fault but the aliens’.”

Aqualad walked up to them and placed a hand on Kid Flash’s shoulder.  “He’s right.  Circumstances were extreme.  We are a team.  We need to start acting like it and focus on taking down the aliens, not each other.”

Kid Flash glared at Chimera before looking away.  He knew, he knew it wasn’t her fault, but that didn’t stop a part of his brain from blaming her.  But, blaming her wouldn’t help the situation.  It wouldn’t bring Artemis back.  They needed to stop the aliens before they killed more people and they needed her for that.  “So what’s our next step?”

Aqualad looked over the wreckage formulating a plan, and trying to keep his anger in check.  “We’ll salvage as many of the alien’s cannons as possible.”  His face morphed as his anger took over.  “Then we take back what is ours.”

<><><><><> 

The Hall of Justice didn’t offer any particular insights, just a sense of familiarity and fleeting safety in their decidedly unsafe and insecure position. It wasn’t the Cave, it wasn’t their home, but it was a symbol of hope to people around the world and had been to them. And hope was something they all needed more of today.

Aqualad sat with the army general talking tactics while the other army men watched the perimeter and tried to take a second to themselves.  Kid Flash and Robin were running tests on the alien cannons to learn more about them.  A look of frustration and concentration set on Kid Flash’s face.  They were going to figure this out.  They needed to avenge Artemis and their mentors.  Robin watched the results of one test come in and launched into the next test with calm and determined eyes, his mouth set in a thin line, the very picture of traught.  He would deal with the emotions later.  Right now, the priority had to be their analysis.  They needed to figure out how to defeat the aliens or they were all going to die.  There was no time for emotions right now.

Superboy and Chimera stood sentry at the main entrance, no longer holding hands now that the initial wave of relief had passed and they were on a mission, but standing close enough that Superboy could feel the heat from her body.  Both had their eyes trained on the skies, but he occasionally darted his eyes to her just to reassure himself that she was there. “I’m sorry about Wolf.” She said quietly, eyes still on the sky.

Superboy’s eyes moved to her for longer, focusing on her.  He could see the sorrow in her eyes as she said it, even though she refused to take her eyes off the skies for even a moment.  Every bit the professional as he expected from her, pushing away her emotions until the mission was over.  But too worried and grieved for him to wait to say something. “He died protecting me.” Superboy grumbled looking back to the sky.  He wouldn’t cry.  There had been so much death and destruction.  It was ridiculous to cry over one pet.

Chimera nodded solemnly.  “That’s what you do for the people you love, you risk your life for them.  Sometimes you lose it for them.”  Superboy could see the tears trying to escape that she held tight to.  “And he loved you.”

Superboy opened his mouth to say something too fast, too deep, something he knew she wasn’t ready to hear, but before he could Kid Flash yelled out saving him from himself.  “Guys! Look what I found!  Look at this!”

The Team along with General Eiling moved over to him.  “What did you find?” Aqualad asked, unmoved by Kid Flash’s excitement.

“Zeta-beam radiation!” Kid Flash exclaimed excitedly.  “The cannons have zeta-beam radiation!  The same as our zeta tubes.”  He was nearly bouncing with excitement.  “They aren’t disintegration beams, they are teleporting beams.  Do you know what that means?”  He grabbed Chimera by her shoulders to make sure she was entirely focused on him, the one person on the Team who could match his levels of excitement.  The one person who could mutually indulge in extreme emotions.  His smile was so big and bright, it almost brought hope back to the structure all on its own.  “They’re alive.  They aren’t killing people, they’re taking them hostage!  We can save them.”

Chimera smiled widely at him.  “We can save Artemis.”  Kid Flash started giggling with happiness as he nodded at her words, hugging her tight. The hug he gave her turned into a dive for cover when the building was rocked with an explosion, Chimera covering his body with hers.  As soon as the rocking stopped, the Team and soldiers popped their heads up assessing the situation.  “We’re surrounded, sir.”  One of the soldiers at the entrance reported.  “At least twelve ships out there, sir.” Another soldier called back.

“There’s no way to make it to our ship,” Robin commented.

“We need to move to the Zeta tubes.  Robin, I need you to run ahead and hack the system to get authorization for the soldiers.” Aqualad called over to him as he wrapped one of the soldiers’ arms over his shoulders.

“On it,” Robin calls already running toward the zeta tubes.  By the time the rest of the Team, each supporting at least one soldier, got to the room he had the system hacked and was already scanning soldiers.  They all braced themselves and jumped out of the way of falling chunks of ceiling as more explosions rocked the building.  

Superboy searched out Chimera after the latest particularly bad explosion, breathing a sigh of relief when he found her standing unharmed near the zeta tube. “That one sounded like it came from the inside.” He reported loudly.

“They appear to have breached the perimeter.  They will be here soon.  We need to move.” Aqualad stated gravely.  “Chimera, you go through first and signal us if it is safe.”

“What? No!  You don’t know what you’re sending her into,” Superboy objected.

Aqualad shook his head.  “Chimera has a nearly indestructible suit.  If there is something on the other side, she will be best equipped to withstand it.”  He nodded to Chimera to signal her to move.  

Chimera nodded back and gave Superboy a weak smile.  “See you on the other side.”  Superboy nodded back.  He would see her.  They would see each other and he would kiss her again.  He watched as Chimera disappeared through the zeta tube, holding his breath until they heard a signal come through to Robin.  

“She’s okay.  She says it’s safe.” Robin reported.  Superboy let out the breath he had been holding.

“Everyone start moving.” Aqualad commanded.  “Soldiers first.”

“No,” General Eiling countermanded.  “We cannot risk losing more heroes.  You go first.”  Aqualad squared up against him ready to argue.  “We don’t have time to argue.  This is non-negotiable.  You. Go. First.”

Aqualad grunted in displeasure but nodded. “Kid Flash, you go through next, Robin, you next, followed by Superboy.  I’ll go next, followed by the army soldiers.  Time is a factor.  Move quickly.”  Kid Flash looked between them, but moved to the tube quickly.  Robin frowned at Aqualad, but moved to the tube to wait his turn.  

The Team and the soldiers in the room waited impatiently for their turns to make it through the zeta tube.  It didn’t take long for each person to go through, but they didn’t have time to wait. They could hear the explosions and the destruction nearing them quicker than they had.  It went against their natures to just stand by and do nothing, but there was nothing to do, not until the room was breached.  

Robin had just made it through the tube when there was a flash of blinding light and everything seemed to freeze for a few moments before returning to normal. Aqualad and Superboy shook their heads in confusion, the light having done something to their heads, causing momentary confusion.  When they looked back up, the door to their stronghold had been blown apart and the aliens were entering in droves.  The room erupted into a cacophony of yells, screams, weapons’ fire, and fighting.  “Superboy, get in the tube.” Aqualad yelled to him as he attacked an alien.

Superboy opened his mouth to object but quickly dived out of the way of an oncoming shot.  “Now!” Aqualad yelled again.  Superboy moved quickly to the tube, keeping an eye on the aliens as he waited for the tube to recognize him and shoot him with the zeta beam energy.  He gasped as an alien aimed at him.  It was a race between the zeta beam energy and the alien’s weapon.  He closed his eyes and braced himself for the hit that never came.  

When he opened his eyes he saw Chimera’s grinning face.  He exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her neck.  He pulled away just enough to kiss her again, weaving his hand into her hair to pull her closer.

“The tube is down.” Robin reported gravely from his position at the zeta tube controls.  The rest of the Team turned to him in question.  “The Hall of Justice tube entrance is not responding.  Likely destroyed.  We should not expect survivors.”

Kid Flash and Chimera gasped at the declaration.  Chimera buried her face in Superboy’s chest.  He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt.  He pulled her closer and rested his head on hers, trying to whisper comforting words, but there were none.  There was no comfort in this situation.  The only comfort he had found in this entire situation was her, so he hugged her closer like the symbol of hope she was to him.

Chapter 6

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[bebepac]

Substitute Queen (Happy Birthday Queen Walton!)

This is a special edition of Fast Forward for my friend @queenwalton as she enjoys this series I've created a lot and it is her birthday! (Well a day early!)

I'm pretty sure you have been following along with me since I started writing on the fandom a little over a year ago. Thank you for your friendship and support. I hear from you after every chapter I post and I love it. Also thank you for being my trustworthy reader of infinite snippets. I hope you have an absolutely wonderful birthday my friend. 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤

A/N:  Thanks @dcbbw​ for bouncing some ideas around with me, and giving me a few to make this birthday fic even better.  Thank you girl.  

Summary:  Riley and Liam go on their first vacation alone since the events of Ellie’s kidnapping.  Maxwell and Taylor take care of all the children.  Maxwell throws a “Baby” Beaumont Bash.

Original Post Date: 03/24/21 at 11:55AM EST

The Book:  TRH and Beyond

Pairing: Liam x Riley  / Maxwell x Taylor 

Warnings:  None other than hilarious fluff

Word Count: 2425

Song inspiration for this chapter: Baby Shark (Trap Music Remix) 

I don’t own rights to this hilarious music.  

Liam saw Riley standing  in the study with her back turned to him.  The King of Cordonia shifted seamlessly into stealth mode as he crept silently into the study, surprising his Queen by pouncing on her like a lion, grabbing her and slipping his arms around her waist, and sensually planting a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on her neck.  He gently rubbed himself against her.  

“Take a break for a little while my love.”

He felt her body tense up.

“EEEWWWWW GROSS!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!!  OOOOH GOD!!!!!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!! PUT THAT THING AWAY!!!!!!  YOU HAVE FOUR KIDS!?!?!?!?!?  AREN’T YOU GUYS TIRED OF DOING THAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

Liam quickly recoiled from her.   Liam looked genuinely horrified when she turned to face him.

“I’m so sorry Taylor.  From behind, I swear I couldn’t…I mean I didn’t…..”  

“Bleh!!!! Don’t finish that sentence!!!!!!

Riley walked in the room seeing Taylor and Liam visibly uncomfortable.

“What did I miss?”  

“I need a bath!!!  Your husband thought I was you.  Apparently we look the same from behind.”  

Riley glanced at Taylor.  “I mean…. He’s really not completely wrong Tay.  Now that you had the twins, we really do.”  

Taylor scowled.  

“And that right there is why no one will mistake us for each other from the front.  Your scowl face.”

“Well this is a sufficiently awkward conversation, so I’m going to go, especially after I’ve completely embarrassed myself. Riley when you’re finished, please come by my study.”  Liam still had a flush on his cheeks and ears.

“For real, put that thing away Liam, it’s barely lunch time.”  Taylor grumbled.

“I will be there.”  She winked at him.  

Liam’s smile returned.  

“Can one of you keep it in your pants please?  You two are like horny teenagers.”  

“I’m okay with that.”  They both said in unison smiling at each other.  Liam left the room.

“Are you going away for your wedding anniversary?”

“We probably should, but we have our date nights, and we can always sneak some time alone now that the kids are a little older, now that everyone is potty trained and not on the boob anymore.  God I missed my boobs being mine, and now that they are again, of course they look like a dumpster fire after breastfeeding four kids.”  

“Well that’s one hell of a bra then.”

“Who are you telling? They would be dragging the floor otherwise.”

Taylor laughed.  

“Please don’t do that visual to our body.”

“It is our body right?”  

Riley and Taylor giggled.  

“You two should go away alone.  You two never get adult time… And I don’t mean just for that.  You two apparently get more than enough adult time for that.” 

“Tay, it’s just that we haven’t really been away from the kids.  Anywhere we go, we travel as a family.  I feel safer that way, so does Liam.”  

“Because of me right?”  

“Tay….”

“It is.  The last time you two tried to go on vacation was when I took Ellie, and you haven’t been apart from them a day since.  It’s my fault you two are afraid to be away from your children."

“Taylor, Liam and I have forgiven you for that, a long time ago.  We know that you’re not the same person you once were.”

“Prove it, you two take a trip, and it’s a trip you two desperately deserve. I promise the palace will be still standing when you get back.”

Taylor smiled at Riley.

“Please let me do this for the two of you. It’s been one thing after another, and you guys deserve a vacation. Let me and Max take care of the kids.”

“Tay… you do realize that would be your two barely crawling plus my four.  You two would be taking care of six children.”  

“And your kids are pretty self sufficient.  They can feed themselves.”  

“You’ll need some reinforcements, Tay. For real.  I’ll call Drake and Hana to help.”  

“I really think Max and I can handle it.”

“Tay…”  

“Riley, we got this.”

*^*^*^*^* Taylor and Maxwell *^*^*^*^*

“You volunteered us for WHAT?!?!?!?!?”

“Oh come on Max, they’re just kids.”

“Yeah, and we’ve been lucky to keep the two of ours alive so far.  We’re going to be outnumbered Softie. There’s going to be six of them and two of us. You have put them at an unfair advantage.”  

Taylor laughed.

“This is not a war Maxwell.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a war.”

A week later,  Riley and Liam were preparing to leave for their first vacation alone, since they had children.  

Riley kissed and hugged each child.

“Now you kids behave for Auntie Taylor and Uncle Maxwell.  I’m counting on you Miss Crown Princess for a report when I return. You know you’re first in command Ellie.”

Ellie stood up straight and squared her shoulders.  “I promise Daddy, we’ll all be good.”

Ellie gave a little salute.

Liam gave one back.

“As you were, my princess.”

Riley, still kneeling, smoothed down Liberty’s little curls.  Her little lip was already trembling.  

“Mommy loves you baby.”  She kissed her little cheeks.  

“Are you ready to leave My Love?”  

Riley stood up nodding.   Liam reached out her hand for hers.  

They started to walk towards the SUV.  

“Mama.”  

Liam felt Riley stop.  

“It’s okay My Love we can do this.”  

Riley’s eyes were quickly filling with tears.

Riley resumed her stride.

“Dada?”

The little inflection of a question in Liberty’s voice made Liam stop dead in his tracks. His grip tightening on Riley’s hand.  Liam took a deep shaky breath.

"Don't look back Liam, you know we won't leave if we do."

Bastien and Nico could see how the King and Queen were struggling to leave their children.

“Your Majesties, come this way.”  Bastien called out to them gently.

Both the King and Queen were in tears hearing their youngest burst into tears at the sight of them leaving, as they climbed into  the black SUV.

“It’s okay.  They’ll be fine Riley. They have reinforcements.”

“Taylor wouldn’t let me call Drake or Hana.”  

Liam hit a button on his phone. He put the phone on speaker.

“What’s your location?”  

“Already inside the palace.”  

“Olivia?”  

“And you fully understand the plan?”

“Let your tiny humans drive Taylor and Maxwell insane?”

“NO!!!!”

“I know the plan Liam! Not be seen and keep a watch on them, and only appear if they need help with the children. “

“Yes. Thank you Liv.”  

“I do this because we’re friends Riley.”  

“Liberty has a set of lungs on her, she hasn’t stopped crying since you two left.  I’m sure she’ll be fine.”  

“Thank you Liv.”  

“They’ll be fine, i’ll be watching. Enjoy your vacation already.”  

“Where are we headed? Since you wouldn’t disclose a location to me, I literally packed for everything including plagues and fire rain.”  

“For some fun in the sun on our own private beach.”

“Good thing I packed a bathing suit.”  

“You won’t be needing it.”  

Riley smacked Liam’s arm as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

*^*^*^*^*^* Meanwhile back at the Palace *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

“C’mon Libby it’s okay.   Mommy and Daddy will be back.”  

Taylor picked her up, rocking her in her arms.  

“Shhhhhh… it’s okay Libby.   Auntie Taylor is here, so is Uncle Max.”

Libby’s cries subsided a little but not significantly.

“Can I try?”  Ellie asked.

Ellie crossed her eyes and made a funny face at Libby causing her to break out into a fit of giggles.  

“We’re evening out the odds.  Three on three, I like those odds better Taylor.  We might actually survive this. They will listen to one of their own.  Ellie is like our super agent spy.”

By the end of day one both Taylor and Maxwell were exhausted, tending to and chasing around six children.  At least their two were relatively easy to catch, as they were barely mobile.

“Why did I think the children being self-sufficient was going to be a good thing?  I’ve never been this tired in my life.”  

“Is this what we have to look forward to when they’re older?”  

"Seems like it."

^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*

“My Love?”  

“Yes Dear?”  

“You don’t have to cut up my food for me.”  

Riley had absentmindedly cut up Liam’s chicken into very small child bite size pieces. She had also ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

“Oh!  I didn’t even realize.”

Liam smiled at her, running his fingers through his hair.  “We’ve been parents for so long, it’s been a long time since you and I have been truly alone.”  

“You know what I want to do after dinner?” Riley inquired.

Liam raised his eyebrow with an intrigued smirk.  

“I think I might have an idea of exactly what you want to do.”  

Liam and Riley went to sleep after dinner.  Both stretched out in the bed.  Both had covers, and no kids arms, legs, feet, or hair  in their face.

Every night was like that Liam and Riley got the most sleep they had, had in years…. Well after other adult activities. Liam had even turned off his alarm living in the moment with Riley.

*^*^* Baby Beaumont Bash *^*^*^*

Taylor was feeding the girls when she heard loud thumping music. Taylor could hear jingling. Taylor glanced up, seeing the chandelier above her head was thumping to the beat of the music. Thank goodness the twins were used to Maxwell's antics, and Lily and Violet were sleeping right through it. She put Violet back in the crib and walked down the hall. The closer she got to the east wing ballroom the music got louder.

Taylor pulled the doors open to the ballroom, smoke bubbled down the hall.

There were multi colored blinking lights, a disco ball spinning from the ceiling and a snack table full of candy, sweets and soda.

Maxwell had a DJ station set up  playing a song on an endless loop, bobbing his head to the music with his headphones on.

And Riley's kids hopped up on kiddie cocaine (aka sugar) dancing and flailing around in what Taylor could only think to describe as a kiddie rave.

"Is that….. a trap remix of baby shark?"

"Heck yeah it is."

And the kids were loving it.

Maxwell let the music keep playing and he had a bottle of champagne in one hand calling Ellie and Adam over to him. He had a sword in his right.

"Adam you hold the bottle."

"You are not giving them champagne Maxwell! They're children!"

"I'm shocked at you Softie. What kind of Uncle do you think I am? It's just sparkling apple cider. Okay Ellie, you get the sword because you're the oldest. And what you want to do is slice just like I'm showing you. Oh, and don't kill your brother, that would be bad."

"I don't think Daddy would let us do this Uncle Maxwell." Ellie said wearily.

"Heck no he wouldn't.  Well not with Maxwell teaching you. If anyone is going to teach the crown princess to slice anything while someone else is holding it, it's going to be me."

Olivia appeared walking out of the shadows of an alcove.

"Have you been here the whole week?"

"Of course! You know Liam and Riley. And these kids are never going to fall asleep, if we don't have them dance the sugar out."

"I've got just the thing.”

 Max cranked up the music.

*^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*^*

"Liam I miss them."

"We'll be home to see them by noon tomorrow."

"Liam I know you miss them too, log into Crown Cam, so we can see them."

Riley sat next to Liam as he logged into Crown Cam.

As they went to each room they noticed none of the children were in their beds.

"It's past their bedtime."

"Did you really think Max and Taylor would get all kids to bed on time?"

"No but…."

They clicked on each room, until they got to the ballroom on the east wing.

Both gasped at the scene. Liam clicked the button enabling the cameras to pick up sound in the room.

Both looked at each other, seeing their kids wildly dancing and flailing about. Libby was excitedly jumping up and down with a glow stick while Olivia sang on stage.

"Is Olivia really singing and rapping to Let It Go?!?"

Olivia's Rap

Liam nodded, watching the scene for a few more moments before slowly closing his laptop.

"I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this."

*^*^*^*^*^* kiddie rave *^*^*^*^*

Taylor danced with the kids while Max continued at his DJ station.

"Olivia can flow, can you believe it Max?!?"

"OLIVIA!!!!! LANGUAGE!!!!!!! THEY'RE CHILDREN!!!!" Maxwell screamed.

"Are you serious with me right now?!? Language?"

Olivia rolled her eyes in complete annoyance.

"Of all the things you've done, LANGUAGE is your hard stop? You gave the crown princess a SWORD to slice a bottle out of her younger brother's hands, and instructed her not to kill him. That's entirely okay, but CURSING is where you draw the line in the sand? Seriously Maxwell?"

Both Taylor and Olivia glared at Maxwell for a few moments in confusion.

"Liv keep going!!! We have to tire them out!!!"

Olivia resumed her rap battle….with herself.

Within an hour it looked like a crime scene in the ballroom. Children were passed out everywhere.  

Taylor picked up a sleeping Ellie, Olivia, grabbed Adam, and Maxwell carried Jaiden and Liberty upstairs to their beds.  

"They need baths, their faces and hands are dirty with crumbs and sweets."

"We'll give them baths in the morning, before Liam and Riley get back." Maxwell was confident they could get it done.

They didn't. They all slept in instead.

When Liam and Riley arrived back at the palace, they didn't know what to expect.

They saw their kids, all lined up wearing yesterday's clothes, dirty faces, and wild chaotic hair, looking like they had their own kiddie walks of shame.  But each child had a huge smile on their face.

Liam walked up to Ellie.

"Your report my Crown Princess?"

"Daddy! I sliced a bottle top off a bottle while Adam held it."

"And I didn't die!" Adam screamed confidently.

"We had fun!" Jaiden exclaimed.

"Daddy did you know Auntie Liv is a gangsta rapper?" Ellie's voice sounded like she was in complete awe.

"Yes My Princess, we saw."

Olivia turned pale, then she knowingly nodded. "I should have known you two would access Crown Cam."

Riley turned to Maxwell.

"So you threw a Beaumont Bash…. for our children?"  Riley asked.

"Of course, gotta train them up right!! Little Blossom!"

"Sure, they're a little dirty, but at least the palace is still standing, what else would you expect from the Substitute Queen?" Taylor commented with a smirk.

Happy birthday! I hope you enjoyed this!

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