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immortalcoelacanth · 3 years

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Between the Walls, Chapter 3: To Earn His Keep (Dream SMP fic)

*hits table*

I have so many wips, why is my muse just like this?

Word count: 5313

Summary: Jobs are assigned and questions are asked as to why the hell Tommy and Techno are still putting up with one another.

Tommy had been confused as to what Techno meant by him having to work to earn the right to stay in his house. What work could he possibly do that would benefit him?! He couldn’t chop wood, or mine any precious resources. Crafting was also out of the question since he could only make things that were good for someone his size, so that left…

Nothing.

There was nothing he could do. There was no possible job that would suit him that Techno would benefit from, so he honestly had no idea what would come of the deal they had made. Perhaps nothing at all, and he would be allowed

Yeah right, as if he had ever been that lucky.

“TECHNOBLAAAAAADE! YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!” Tommy howled as he clutched the wooden bars of the makeshift cage he was in. It was practically a repurposed box, the gap between the bars being too slim for the borrower to slip through, but even if they were big enough, he wouldn’t dare escape.

Primarily because of the large pit of groaning mods below him.

Apparently, the “work” Techno had planned for him was nothing more than him acting as bait for a basic mob farm. He was suspended above a pit, his cage attached to a wooden outcropping, and the faint glowing of the strange, red and orange cubes below him allowed him to easily see the hoard of zombies, skeletons, and the occasional creeper milling about.

He glanced back at the house and scowled, knowing Techno was probably sitting inside, all safe and warm. The cage barely blocked out any of the freezing winds, and since Tommy hadn’t been able to grab a jacket before being put out here, there was nothing to protect him from the cold. He was stuck, freezing and yelling at the top of his lungs.

Damn that stupid pig-

… Or hybrid.

It was a term the borrower was vaguely familiar with, he had been eavesdropping when one of the farmers back in Borrowton mentioned “hybrid plants” and how useful they could be. From what he knew, hybrids were like a sort of mixture, two different things being used to make one. Two different plants producing a new one.

He guessed one of Techno’s parents really was a pig fucker.

Tommy snorted at the joke before shuddering in the brisk breeze, arms wrapping tightly around himself while he huddled up on the floor of the cage. It sucked, being out here with nothing but the mobs for company. At least when he had been with Techno, he’d been able to interact, to socialize. It was something that he had always craved, to be able to reach out and connect with people. Even Techno’s occasional barbs, jokes, and the anger he caused Tommy to feel was better than being stuck outside.

Bastard, going from acting like he wanted to protect him to sticking him out here.

… Speaking of which, it had been very strange to witness that exchange. See the way that Techno hesitated to reveal his presence, and the fact that he had tried to hide Tommy further after the librarian made it aware that he knew the borrower was there. Some part of him had cheered, recognizing that maybe the pig-hybrid actually cared about him in some way, even though they had only known one another for about a day, but Techno’s actions earlier-

“What’re you making?” Tommy hesitantly asked as tried to stare at the crafting table. He had basically been told, ordered, to wait on the table while Techno finished whatever it was that he was making. Not wanting to anger the pigman, he had reluctantly done his best to stay in place.

Fidgeting the entire time, of course. Staying put had never been his strong suit.

“Just something to help with your new job.” Techno explained before turning around and showing off the cage he had made. “Gonna make things a lot easier.”

“... What’re you gonna put in it, then?” Tommy questioned, not at all liking where this was going. Of course, the answer he got was one he had expected, but still never wanted to hear.

“You, duh.”

Techno grinned, and Tommy felt his heart drop.

“You’re gonna be the bait.”

Had obliterated the small sparks of that hope. Techno didn’t care about him and only saw him as a means to an end. Probably why he got so huffy when that other guy noticed him. Clearly no one was allowed to mess with or torment Tommy unless it was Techno himself-

Twang!

The borrower let out a startled yelp as an arrow slammed into the side of his cage, making it rock and sway. He scrambled to the side of the enclosure and tried to spot what had shot at him. His eyes scanned the empty yard, briefly landing on the empty stall that Techno must have built for some reason. It was weird to just have that structure sitting there, all empty and ready for some animal to inhabit it-

There!

Tommy shook himself out of his thoughts as he spotted the source of the arrow. A lone skeleton that had, somehow, not stumbled over and fallen into the pit, was aiming at him, bow drawn and another arrow pointed in his direction. He immediately backpedaled, arms flailing as the newest arrow was released, just barely missing the cage.

Shit, shit!

“Fuck off you stupid bitch!” Tommy howled as the skeleton readied another arrow. As it was aimed at him, his panic and the pitch of his voice increased until he was practically shrieking. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU-”

Twang!

Another arrow slammed into the skeleton’s skull, bone shattering and turning to dust. The monster dropped to the ground, the fallen bow and arrows the only sign of it ever having been there, and he quickly looked over at what, or who, had shot the arrow.

Technoblade.

Of course.

“Couldn’t have shown up any sooner, you bitch?!” He shouted, internally cringing when those too bright, red eyes landed on him. He watched as the hybrid rested the crossbow he had used to kill the skeleton on his shoulder before making his way over to the wooden post. He glared down at Techno, more than aware of how not intimidating he looked as he shuddered in the cold. Although, his glare lightened up when he was finally removed from the post, less exposed to the winds as he was unintentionally sheltered by the hybrid’s body.

“I was just testing a hypothesis I had.” Techno simply responded. The borrower waited to see if he would elaborate on what that meant. A moment passed, then two, and then-

“Well tell me then! You don’t need to act so secretive!”

That tiny, near invisible smile on Techno’s face grew as he started to speak. “A hypothesis on whether your voice is annoying enough to instantly agro mobs, and it is from the looks of it. Congratulations-”

“Wh-you bitch!” Tommy sputtered as he raged and pointed aggressively at the amused hybrid. “I have the voice of an angel! It’s not annoying!”

As if trying to prove Techno’s point, and in turn prove the borrower wrong, another arrow was launched at the duo. Techno easily dodged it, hardly sparing a glance at the new skeleton as he returned fire and took it down, while Tommy was jostled about thanks to the sudden movement. He just barely managed to stop himself from smacking his head against the wooden bars, and that scowl on his face grew deeper.

For some reason, Techno possessed the uncanny ability to infuriate Tommy no matter what he did. Whether it was his occasionally smug, know-it-all attitude or how obtuse he could be at times, there was just something about him that never failed to upset the borrower.

… Not that he would ever tell him, of course.

Of course, his general unease and anxiety towards this new situation did not help in the slightest, leaving him on edge and ready to snap when something potentially bad happened. It was a miracle he had not been killed yet, and he quietly wondered how much longer his luck would last.

Not that such a thought would stop him from acting like how he typically did.

So, as was in his nature, Tommy immediately started shouting and cursing once more. “And why the fuck did you stick me up there for so long, anyways?! It was freezing up there-”

“You wanna go for round two?” Techno interrupted, lifting the cage up so Tommy could easily see the wooden post he had been hanging from. Immediately, the borrower backed up and started shaking his head.

“No! No, c’mon man! I was just teasing you!” He backpedaled. “Just a little joke, I swear!”

“The only joke here is your accidental pun.” Techno quipped, his smile growing as he watched realization, and then horror, cross Tommy’s face.

“Listen! It’s-it’s a crime to make jokes about me being small, because I’m not! Absolutely criminal!”

Techno let out another chuckle as he shut the door behind him and made his way towards the table. “It’s a good thing I don’t follow laws, then.”

Tommy didn’t dare ask what that meant.

Fortunately, a distraction soon appeared in the form of the cage being set down on the table, followed by one of the sides being removed. He quickly jumped out once there was enough room for him to move, stumbling a bit over the lip of the cage before he straightened himself out.

He ignored the amused snort he heard from beside him, not at all looking at Techno, and instead chose to bask in the sensation of finally being indoors, even if he was still freezing. Tommy shuddered as he wrapped his arms around himself, doing his best to heat up after being exposed to the cold for however long he had been stuck outside. The roaring fireplace definitely helped to chase away some of the chill, and he found his eyes lingering on the large pot that had been added to the fireplace. The air smelled… nice, and it looked like Techno had decided to make soup for himself.

Strange, since he swore the hybrid’s diet consisted of nothing but steak and the occasional, weird sparkly apple.

God, he’d been dying to bite into one of those and see what they tasted like…

He jumped in surprise as Techno placed a small, obviously handmade, wooden bowl filled with soup on the table. Curious, he slowly walked over and checked it out. It was still a bit too large for him to use, he’d probably drown himself if he tried to drink straight from it, but it was definitely much more manageable for him to use.

“Is… is that for me?”

The hybrid just nodded as he got himself his own bowl of soup. As such, he was unaware of how Tommy’s jaw dropped in pure shock, as he carefully traced the side of the bowl. The guy who’d spent the last twenty four hours tormenting him had made something for him, made something that would make his life easier!

He hadn’t been given any cutlery when he’d been kicked out of Borrowton, all he had were some basic tools and rations of food. The absolute bare necessities. And, instead of letting him suffer and search for something he could use, Techno had made it using his own two hands.

It dawned on him, in some strange, iconic twist of fate that he had unintentionally helped Tommy out more than his own people had. Invested more care into making sure he didn’t just survive, but was also comfortable.

… And not spilling soup all over the place-

Regardless, it was one of the last things he would have ever expected from Techno, and he quietly wondered if the hybrid had been working on the bowl while he had been stuck outside. Was this…

A reward?

Tommy’s breathing hitched and he quickly wiped his eyes before any of the budding tears could fall, idiot, crying over something as stupid as a bowl. By the time he had gotten his emotions under control, Techno had looked over to find him just staring at the bowl, appearing to be doing nothing.

“Did you expect me to spoon feed you or something?” He chuckled, waiting for Tommy to respond. When the borrower said nothing, his smile faded. “Bruh-”

“Don’t look at me like that!” Tommy objected, nearly knocking the bowl over as he turned his attention to Techno. “I’m just surprised! Big, bad, Blade making a bowl, never thought I’d see the day. Guess you’ve got little dainty girl hands for that!”

Techno rolled his eyes as the borrower continued rambling, tuning him out as he went about his supposedly dainty hands, and questions about if he made bird houses in his spare time. Eventually, Tommy got that he was done interacting, and the duo focused on their respective meals, with the borrower burning his tongue in his haste to try the soup.

“Fuck.” He hissed, waving a hand over the bowl to help it cool down as he cringed in pain. After waiting for the burning sensation to fade, as well as checking to see whether the soup had cooled down enough, he carefully tried again.

As he slowly sipped away at his soup, he watched as Techno made his way over to a chair, picking up the book that had been placed on it, as well as putting on his reading glasses. They were surprisingly worn, primarily held together by tape, and just barely managed to stay on the hybrid’s face as he sat down and cracked open the book. He then quickly realized that the book was the one he had gotten from the librarian.

The one about borrowers.

He felt… weird knowing someone was basically researching him, studying up on the supposed myths about his kind, and wondered to himself when he would get interrogated. Would Borrowton be mentioned in that book, or one of the other settlements? Tommy had never visited them, but he knew they were out there.

Knew about the rumours of the secret tracks that had supposedly connected each settlement to one another and was used to ship goods back and forth. He and Tubbo had tried searching for them one day and had only wound up with bruises and a stern scolding from the adult borrowers, telling them it was foolish to believe in made up stories.

But he never listened. Those tracks were there, had to be there. He and Tubbo had spent so many nights dreaming of how they’d get away, racing down the rails in a minecart. The angry yells and shouts fading as they raced off into their newest adventure.

They had planned to find a home using those rails.

And they would, Tommy promised himself as he grit his teeth. They would go on that adventure, they would find a home. He would get back to Tubbo, no matter what. All he needed was to figure out how to get back to Borrowton, and perhaps snag some supplies from Techno when he wasn’t looking.

… Maybe that book would come in handy after all.

Not that he had any hope in hell of stealing it, or even really reading it since the book was considerably larger than him, but it was the only chance he had at figuring out where Borrowton was and how he might get there.

It was ironic, to think he had spent so long dreaming about getting away from that hellhole and then ending up stuck in a situation where he needed to do everything he could to get back.

All in the name of Tubbo, of course.

He’d rather spend the rest of his life stuck with the annoying prick known as Technoblade instead of going back to Borrowton if it weren’t for Tubbo.

… He did need a proper plan, though. He had to survive, figure out how to escape the hellish tundra he was in, get supplies for his journey which would probably last several days, and figure out what path he needed to take to reach Borrowton. Plus he’d need to figure out how to sneak in and find Tubbo, too.

So many things… did he even have a chance at completing them all? He could easily freeze to death in the snow, get mauled by some monster, starve, get lost and never reach his destination-

Don’t think about it.

He let out a sigh and placed the bowl down, distantly noticing he had finished his soup. It was nice, tasted like potatoes and something else. Unconsciously, he started rubbing his thumb against the smooth rim of the wooden bowl. All in all, being exiled wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it was going to be, aside from him missing Tubbo of course. Techno was a bastard, a prick through and through, but he was surprisingly…

Nice wasn’t the word. Less cruel than he thought he would be? He thought back to the discussion with that nerdy librarian and let out a snort. Borrowers and hybrids working together, living together, sounded like a load of crap.

… Even if he was technically doing that just now.

But it wasn’t like there was some mystical force making them act all soft! Like… like they were best friends or something! He and Techno weren’t buddies or allies, they were just stuck together until either Techno got tired of him and kicked him out, or he left.

Nothing more, nothing less.

With both his meal and mental contemplation finished, he stood up and made his way over to the edge of the table, attaching his grappling hook to the end and throwing the rope over the side. He didn’t bother to check on what Techno was doing as he slid down, bowl carefully pinned between his arm and his body, and felt no need to tell the hybrid he was leaving. The last thing he wanted was to piss him off or something.

As he made his way over to the hole in the floor that would lead to his home, he was unaware of the contemplative, glowing red eyes that followed him. Nor did he see how those eyes narrowed as they landed on the bowl he was still carrying.

The next day, Tommy jolted awake as the sound of knocking reverberated through the hollow he lived in. He yelped in surprise and promptly tumbled out of his makeshift bed, a pile of wool and other fabric he had managed to steal from Techno. For a moment he stayed on the floor, looking up at the carved ceiling as he contemplated whether it was worth it to get up or not.

The more trust you gain, the more you can get away with. Work. Take what you can. Find a way back to Tubbo-

Yup, that was enough motivation to get him moving.

Slowly, he pushed himself upright and got ready for whatever Techno had planned for the day. Since it was morning he doubted he’d be acting as bait again, nor did he think he would have to deal with any mobs. Perhaps he would get a chance to relax?

Maybe he might be able to scope out some of the more valuable items Techno had that could help him since he didn’t have to worry about sneaking around as much. Or he could always try and check that book out and see if he could actually move the pages enough to read it.

But before he could even consider doing that, he had to figure out what Techno wanted from him.

It didn’t take long for him to finish freshening up, and soon enough he was quickly making his way back through the tunnels towards one of the few exits he had made. Fortunately, the section of the tunnel that Techno had damaged had been replaced.

Of course, the hybrid had left it up to Tommy to actually carve out the replacement tunnel, which left the whole system feeling pretty disconnected since the walls no longer lined up.

The prick.

Eventually he made his way out of the tunnel, climbed out of the hole in the floor, and walked out into the open. Instinctively he shuddered, hating how exposed he felt. This feeling only increased as he felt the ground shake with each of Techno’s steps. In no time at all, he found himself in the hybrid’s shadow once more, reminded of just how vulnerable he was.

He hated it, hated it so damn much, but he did his best to swallow his fears and not retreat back into the comforting shadows of the shelf.

“So, what’s the plan for today, big man?” Tommy asked, rocking back and forth in place as he stared up, and up, and up, at the hybrid. Damn Techno and his stupid tallness, making his neck hurt with how far up he had to look.

He let out a startled yelp when he was picked up, the back of his shirt pinched yet again as he was moved from the ground and carried over to the crafting table. It took all of his willpower to stop himself from struggling, lest he was dropped, and he felt no small amount of relief when he was put down.

“The fuck was that for?!”

“I didn’t feel like watching you fumble with a rope.”

“Fumble?” Tommy scoffed and flexed his arms. “There ain’t no fumblin’ with manly muscles like these-”

“Are they just for show or do you actually know how to use them, then?”

Well that question definitely caught him off guard. The borrower paused, momentarily uncertain as to how to respond, before he that cocky smile appeared on his face once again. “I’ve won plenty of fights with these bad boys-”

“Great.” He didn’t miss the way Techno rolled his eyes, nor did he miss the heavy sarcasm that laced his voice. “Try this out.”

The item that the hybrid nudged over was… surprising to say the least.

“It’s… a stick.” Tommy blinked as he picked the stick up and looked it over. It was a bit longer than the length of his forearm, and if it weren’t for the lack of a sharpened end he would have assumed it was just a toothpick. “You gave me a stick.”

“It’s for practice, I’m not gonna give you a sharpened one and watch you trip and stab yourself with it.”

“I wouldn’t-practice?” All the anger Tommy felt at the implication of being a clutz, which he absolutely was not, evaporated as what Techno was saying registered. “For what?!”

“Self defense.” Techno shrugged. Upon taking note of the aghast expression on Tommy’s face, he elaborated further. “Not everyone you meet is gonna be as nice as me.”

Especially if I need you to spy on L’Manberg.

“Yeah, like you’re just the shining beacon of goodness.” Tommy scoffed while rolling his eyes.

“Beacon? Paragon has more impact to it. You really need to work on that lexicon of yours, kid-”

“And there you go makin’ up words again! Paragon! Lexicon! What’s the next word you’re gonna make up? Ontological?”

“... Tommy, that is a word.”

“Your mum’s a word, and that word is bitch!”

“Are you going to keep throwing a tantrum over the tiny dictionary you call a brain, or are you actually going to listen to me?”

Tommy grumbled and kicked at the ground before sighing and looking up at the hybrid. It was time for him to pay attention, no matter how reluctant he was about this whole practicing thing. “Yeah, so what should I practice, huh?”

“Stabbing me.”

A burst of high pitched, somewhat hysterical laughter escaped the borrower upon hearing Techno’s deadpan response. He slapped a hand over his mouth as he struggled to control his response, not wanting to piss him off further.

What a weird day this was turning out to be.

“You want me… to poke your hand? What the fuck, man.”

“Are you planning on just asking questions or are you going to use those manly muscles of yours?” The narrowing of Techno’s eyes combined with the immense amount of sass in that question told Tommy that his patience was running thin. The borrower quickly nodded and took a step forward.

As the hybrid’s hand stretched out in front of him, fingers uncurling and palm facing upwards, Tommy quietly realized this was the best look at Techno he had ever gotten. Previously, he had only ever really processed snapshots of the hybrid. The long braid, the glowing eyes, the sharp tusks that seemed to shine in the light, everything had only ever been pieces and not the whole.

But now here he was, and his situation felt far more real than it had before.

He could feel the heat radiating off Techno, the natural warmth his body produced reminding Tommy of the furnace he would huddle next to with Tubbo when the weather grew too cold. He could see the scars that littered the hand in front of him, and the callouses that covered the palm and fingers. He could also see the nails, dark in colouration and dangerously sharp, that tipped each digit.

He had been wrong about Techno having dainty hands, and for some reason this realization only made his appreciation for the gift he had been given grow stronger. It was so easy to imagine the hybrid hunched over with a tiny block of wood held in his hands, struggling to carve it and muttering curses when it accidentally broke. How long had he spent working on it-

“Tommy.”

Shit, he’d zoned out.

He could practically feel Techno’s eyes narrowing in disgruntlement, and he immediately looked up and threw his hands into the air in exasperation, nearly conking himself on the head with the stick in the process. “Don’t give me that look! It’s all so… so weird!”

Weird to be doing this! To be so close to someone who could kill me! It’s all wrong!

And yet, it felt right in its own way. The weight of the makeshift weapon in his hands, and the part of him that longed for some shield to hold up. Tommy had always been a fighter, using dirty tricks to get out of dangerous situations while quite literally throwing hands with anyone who threatened him or Tubbo, but this was another kind of fighting entirely.

A style that felt both familiar and alien at the same time.

The hybrid, choosing to not engage with the turmoil visible on the borrower’s face, decided switch tactics. Demonstrations would happen later when he was more settled and less likely to break down in borderline hysterical laughter, the time for basics was now.

For the next several minutes, Techno explained where it was best to attack in order to do the most damage and even disable his opponent for a short period of time. He was… strangely calm, and knowledgeable as he pointed out which parts of his hand were softer than the rest, more vulnerable.

It was unexpected, and Tommy could only ask himself one question.

Why?

Of course, he got no answer, not that he had ever asked the question to begin with. Rather, he just threw himself into practicing the maneuvers he had been shown over and over again, quietly thinking about how helpful they might be.

Tubbo, he might have to fight to get to Tubbo, and if practicing whatever Technoblade taught him would help, he’d do it.

Meanwhile, the hybrid silently studied the borrower as he thought about all that he had learned so far, from the book to his general observations of the kid. There was obviously something else going on with him, from the way he randomly spaced out at times, to that determined look that would sometimes appear on his face. Anger would occasionally appear, too. A kind of anger that Techno was intimately familiar with.

Tommy was expressive, too expressive.

At least that made things easier for him, but it also left him with far more questions than answers. Questions he didn’t really want to ask, but was still curious about.

It was obvious that the borrower had lived somewhere else before he had decided to invade his cabin. According to the book, most borrowers either stuck to a house they stayed in for their entire lives unless they were forced to move, or lived in community settlements. There were also the “wild” ones, but Tommy’s clear lack of any self-preservation instincts made it clear he did not fit in that category, and yet both of the remaining options made little sense as well.

There were no nearby houses nearby that he could have previously lived in, he doubted the kid would have been living in the village without the librarian’s knowledge, and a tundra biome was one of the last places he would expect to encounter a settle of tiny people. So, what had happened that wound up with him being out here in the first place? And why did he care so much?

Ah, the greatest question of all.

Why?

Why was he putting so much effort into this obnoxious kid? Sure he had his reasons, but were those reasons enough to justify the work he was going to have to do. Why had he let Tommy stay instead of throwing him out like he would have done to anyone else, aside from Phil.

Why had he gotten so protective of the kid at the library? It didn’t make sense-

“Look Techno!”

Tommy’s shout snapped Techno out of his thoughts, and the hybrid looked over to see that he was now holding one of the other practice sticks. He grinned and enthusiastically waved them.

“I’ve got two sticks!”

He raised a brow as the borrower started hitting some made up enemy, swinging the sticks through the air and letting out noises that he probably thought were intimidating, but only made Techno quietly laugh to himself. His laughter grew louder when, during one of his more enthusiastic swings, Tommy ended up smacking himself in the face.

“You’re supposed to hit other people with those.”

“Oh fuck off!”

Hours later, Tommy let out a groan as he flopped into his makeshift bed, burying his face into one of the pieces of fabric. The cloth was cool and soft, and he let out a happy little sigh as it helped him cool down. His muscles ached, and he wanted nothing more than to pass out for the next couple days, but his mind was abuzz with thoughts.

Techno was teaching him how to fight and was apparently making him armor. It sounded like such a horrible idea, teaching the person who was practically a pest in your house how to fight back, and it made Tommy wonder why.

Why was he being taught how to fight? Why was he being given weapons and armor? Was there something he needed to keep himself safe from? Someone?

“It’s a good thing I don’t follow laws, then.”

The hybrid’s “retirement”. The amount of weapons and armor Tommy had seen. The potions.

Was… was Techno a criminal? Had he unintentionally put himself in more danger by choosing to stay here? He knew nothing about him other than his dry sense of humour, his aloof personality, and how intimidating he was.

Dammit, this is why he needed Tubbo. Tubbo would have warned him about the possible dangers, discouraged his ideas, and brought reason to his chaotic thoughts.

It was at this moment that Tommy also realized that among the training and sparse breaks, he hadn’t been able to check out the book either.

Fuck.

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Ah yes, the slow development from “you’re a pain in my ass and I’m only putting up with you for personal gain” to “okay, you might be decent”.

Also, there are many things I'm gonna make Tommy kind of cry over. A bowl of soup is just one of the more out there instances XD

#my story #fanfiction #dream smp #dream smp fic #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois inc fic #borrower au #dsmp tommy #dsmp techno #borrower!tommy

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todokanai-suishou · 3 years

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April 7th

Pairing Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 2,5k

Quality: Not yet golden Raspberry, but definitely rotten Tomato worthy

A/N: "April 7th, but it's longer now" finally managed to post the full thing TT_TT. It's still my first ff and I still apologize for the outcome of this, since I usually do music reviews and (bad) poetry:

Inspiration for it & pt2 were Sticky & April 7th by a Band called The Maine

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When you first saw him, he was dancing like nobody was watching

when in fact, everybody was.

You were no exception to the other people staring at him while they were shouting names, singing along to the lyrics sung by the 7 people dancing on stage, so stable and well.

And this man? This man didn’t seem to miss a beat. He moved so effortlessly through every song, having the time of his life, dancing and singing and rapping his heart out

- until he first spotted you in the crowd, watched in awe as you got lost in stereo, eyes shut to enjoy the music

- until you opened your eyes to look back at him.

And suddenly the man who was just dancing along to a fun song that luckily had no choreography, froze just like someone who’d be busted dancing with a mob.

He didn’t know what had hit him when your eyes made contact with his, but he just stood there, unable to move until the eldest came and hit him on the head jokingly, followed by the youngest jumping on both of them.

The Dancer snapped out of it at this point and you didn’t have a single ounce of understanding for what just happened. Usually it was Jungkook lagging, but not during performances and out of all the people you’d suspect to stop moving, Hobi would be the last one to.

Until he was. And he looked baffled when he came back down to earth, whispering to both of his friends as they were finishing the song before leaving to change clothes. He couldn’t help from looking back and subtly pointing at your part of the crowd a few times though

and as he kept on, you started to sense something. From the way he looked back. From the way he pointed in this direction..your brain meanwhile got the bizarre idea that it was you who got him that stunned. Maybe he saw someone else in you? Maybe a fansite? “Oh god please not a fansite.” you whispered, barely audible but turning the heads of the girls in front of you as you started shaking...or maybe an ex? You couldn’t pinpoint it but you also couldn’t stop thinking of the possibility that it was indeed you he reacted this way to.

and you were right about him freezing because of you, but dead wrong about him recognizing his ex, or a fansite, or anyone for that reason.

It was cliché but all the thought at that moment was that, even in this dimly lit room - you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever come across.

The way you danced like nobody was watching, because there probably really was no one watching you, all the while lip-syncing to boyz with fun, you were glowing and the way you suddenly stared at him, with adoration in your eyes, that had him overwhelmed.

“You really fell in love at first sight, huh?” Jin laughed in between changes as the younger one told him about what just happened. “I might” Hoseok fell into a stare at the realisation,. “This is crazy,” he whispered to himself. “You might never see them again though.” Namjoon exclaimed drily from across the room. “I’ll try...I guess?” - “What are you going to do, hunt that person down?” The leader raised an eyebrow and Hoseok sighed. “I don’t know.” It wasn’t until Yoongi - who currently fought with his leather pants - spoke up from the corner “just tell the staff to keep them here. Say Hi, see where it goes afterwards.” and while the leader and Hoseok agreed that this could come across as kind of creepy - the dancer gave it a try. He pointed to you, with the glowing green bracelet on your arm, gave them info of where you approximately were or could possibly come out. He did all he could do for them to keep you there and although you were confused, and quite frankly a little scared of what was happening, you stayed.

And god were you ready to fall on your knees and beg not to be sued with every second that passed, making up critical scenarios and what ifs in your head.

All of them were dead wrong.. You didn’t know how exactly he came to be there, but you remember him coming out in baggy pants, a loose shirt, hair that was still somewhat sweaty but at least brushed properly and he had the biggest smile as he came closer while you and a staff member were still jokingly debating whether ketchup was a smoothie or not. With a breathless “Hi.” he almost scared the living shit out of you.

“Hi” you replied, just as breathless and quite frankly confused. Both your Anxiety levels flew through the roof with each awkward second the two of you didn’t speak. It’s ironic how he wanted to tell you so much, but eventually when you were in front of him, sweat still somewhat glistening on your face and exhaustion written on it in tiny letters, he lost all his words.

It was you who, while still holding eye contact, spoke up. “So...you froze before...are you okay?” You nervously rubbed your arm, but he saw his chance. “Yeah, I’m sorry, it was kind of your fault” an awkward laugh followed from his side, making you nervously rub your arm and look down before he followed up “I got mesmerized by looking at you.” and boom, he had all your attention again. Eyes growing big at his comment. “Wait what?” - “I saw you vibe along and somehow, I don’t know. You just amazed me.” Everything after that was rambling as he tried to explain in a way that didn’t seem too forward or make you uncomfortable and apparently it worked when you let out a chuckle “You’re cute, you know that?” - “Cute enough to go on a date with me?” His sudden question left you as surprised as it did him. He didn’t think he’d do it like that, but judging from you freezing like a deer in the headlights, it was too straight forward and pointless. “Ah you kn-” - “Okay.” This time around he was the deer. And your answer? Just hit him like a car. “okay?” he replied in disbelief. “Yes, unless you don’t want to anymore?” you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head. “no, I’d still love to! How does tomorrow sound?” he asked so cheerfully the change of Aura almost threw you off. “Tomorrow sounds great, I think. Afternoon or evening?” - “Brunch?” - “Could work, might not. I usually sleep in on weekends. My body just naturally ignores every alarm clock I have until 13:00…but... I could get my roommate to wake me up with water I guess.” You said sheepishly.

“So...in case your roommate DOES wake you, how does 11:30 sound?” he smiled, screaming on the inside, hoping, praying, putting all of his trust in your roommate. “Sounds great.” You smiled back and at this moment he was a goner. Almost literally, since Jungkook called for the living, breathing sun to come back, because he wanted to go already. “Wait, give me your number so we can figure more details out.” a phone was pressed into your hands. You didn’t take long to type in your number and call yourself, his smile only growing as you handed it back to him. He had your number. He did it. You gave him his number and if tomorrow was going well, he was convinced that he could die happily.

When JK called for a second time he went away though “Well, I guess I really gotta go. I’ll see ya.” he waved at you and you just copied the action, smiling widely at him. “BY THE WAY” he called out after you “YES?”- “Y/N.... The Name fits you.” - “How?” - “A BEAUTIFUL NAME FOR A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN” and with that he was out of the room, and you and the staff member went out in the other direction, with her clearly laughing as you turned as red as a tomato. A warm feeling spread all throughout you, as you walked into the cold air, excited for what was to come, while the man who just asked a total stranger out just ended up happy dancing the entire night, leaving Jimin internally screaming for deciding to room with the manic squirrel and in serious conflict of whether he was just gonna head into Taehyung's room instead. In Hindsight, he probably should have.

Back then, on that first April 7 in the Arena, you met the man who lights up even the darkest days of your life. You learnt pretty fast that it wasn’t all fun and games, and relationships with Idols are hard. Big Hit bought out dispatch when it came to you, but still, not being able to see each other properly..sometimes was difficult, when all you wanted was to cuddle.

So he left sweaters at your place, and you saw each other whenever the other was near, you two made the, partially rough, two years worth the wait and god does he love you for holding on like that.

But exactly you, or the lack of your presence, made it hard for him to concentrate on rehearsal today. Knowing it’s the same day, the same arena, but someone else in your place. You usually took the time for important dates, 100 day anniversaries and birthdays were shared. Hell, the first anniversary you took leave to visit him on tour, but the second one, you informed him you couldn’t watch from the stage like you did so many times before. “Important family stuff.” you told him and the boys knew he wasn’t his usual self. Still whooped the professional part - except for the facial expressions and while the younger ones tried to coax the sun into shining again after the first Rehearsal, it wasn’t until Yoongi snuck up behind Hoseok with a phone in hand.

While the younger ones were still occupying Hoseok, Yoongi facetimed you and held the phone close to Hobis ear and before he could register anything, he heard “HOBI!” from the other line. Resulting in the dancer getting half a heart attack before turning around, resulting in Yoongi just handing him his phone and leaving. “Baby..” you pouted as you looked at his face. “Jagi, I miss you” a pout leaving him too. “You’ll see me soon, baby. I’m sorry I can’t watch like we planned.” - “ I know, I know” he sighed on the other line and you could feel your heart break. Dying to see your man already.

“I’ll see you soon, baby, don’t worry. We can celebrate after the concert tonight. Just give your best today, and if you won’t, you know I’m gonna find out from Jimin, right?” he chuckled at that comment, giving you a bright smile afterwards. “I know, I know. I’ll try.” - “You don’t need to, you were born to do what you’re doing baby. You’ll do great as always. Just picture me in the crowd, I’m always with you in spirit when I can’t be there - and you’ll get endless cuddles and everything else in the world when we’re home so cheer up.” Needless to say, you weren’t the best in cheering people up but weirdly enough it worked as he sighed out “will do.” giving you a smile afterwards. “Good, now go practice and then - go get 'em. I’ll be off too.” - Wait. Jagi?” You raised an eyebrow. “I love you.” He grinned and you could barely get out “I love you too” before he hung up and brought Yoongi back the phone. Somehow falling into a happy dance again.

“What’s with him?” Namjoon cut in, seeing Hoseok dance between doors “Talked to Y/N” Yoongi just replied and the Leader just nodded. This was normal by now. If he wasn’t everyone else's vitamin e - on days like these you were his and while he was still bummed, the sadness was pushed back by him deciding to just do as you told and picture you there. You’d be off work or family duties or whatever emergency came in between by the time he was done. You’d still see each other. It wasn’t what he had planned and you knew it wouldn’t be, but he’d be happy either way. He was happy with everything as long as the end result was you.

So the rehearsals continued. You headed out the house shortly after facetiming him and he put on clothes, got makeup done and set on a smile, all the while still texting you “I love you” being reciprocated with “I love you too, have fun out there.” It was the last text you sent him before you shut your phone off for now. It was also the last thing he read before he got onto that stage.

And while he loved the crowd, he thought the only thing he wanted to happen tonight was for the concert to end. For now.

Until, suddenly, two years after that last April 7th, he froze up during the choreography when he saw a big green heart during Boys With Fun. He couldn’t help but giggle as he read “Hey, sorry I just got kind of mesmerized by you.”

You, ass, stood there, waving that big heart, with that same green bracelet from years ago. Leaving him as amazed and defenseless as you did exactly two years ago and the grin he had on his face as he came to his senses again was second to none. Neither was your surprised reaction as he suddenly came close to your end, jumping over the barricade and pulling you, who stood just close enough to touch, in his direction. Placing his hands on your cheeks, greeting you with a kiss as the people beside you gasped, awed and the Maknae who saw the whole thing just wiped away a fake tear whispering “they grow up so fast.”

That was definitely not how you planned on your relationship being outed, but then again, he didn’t plan to see you here tonight and you, you had a way of melting his brain and making him do things. “Hey” he then said, almost breathless, still entranced and only looking at you. “Hey” you replied smiling. “So, you kinda mesmerized me and..would you wanna..you know, date?” he whispered in your ear, ignoring the music.. “I’m sorry, I kind of have a boyfriend.” you whispered back, laughing afterwards. It was only seconds until your face was in his hands again. “Then what do you say about moving in with him?” Deer in the headlights hobi? More like deer in the headlights Y/N - and this time the truck hit you. You didn’t know much to say, just frantically nodded and he took the time to kiss you again, softly, with all these people still around, and yet, for him you were the only one.

You’ve been the only one for the last two years. You’ll stay the only one for this little eternity he gets to stay with you..

#hoseok x reader #bts fanfic #bts jhope #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok #hoseok fluff #I'm sorry for doing this to y'all #If youve made it to the end youre the goat #english isn't my native language #so Im sorry for any mistakes made #music

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Jet Set Trio Drama Track 1 - Another Day, Another Dollar

Pt. 1

-- Chōten Residence --

*Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep*

[As the clock had struck exactly 12:35 P.M., the alarm in the bedroom clock on the nightstand went off, awakening the young socialite known as Tomi Chōten from his slumber. Hitting the alarm clock until it shut off, he groaned as he groggily sat up from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Remembering his events from last night, he looked over his shoulder and saw that the other side of his king-sized mattress was empty, save a single note. Rolling his eyes, he picked it up and half-heartedly read it.]

???: Thanks for the great night, Tomi-san! Looking forward to seeing you again! 💋

Tomi: Tch.

[Crumpling the paper up, the socialite threw it in a random direction in his room, not caring where it landed. Groaning once more, he stood up, grabbing his large emerald green robe from the rack atop his bedroom door. Tying it firmly across his waist, he opened his bedroom door and walked into the corridor where a group of butlers and maids were busy going about their business. As he crossed their path, they all immediately stopped what they were doing, bowed their heads, and greeted one of the heads of the family.]

Maids: *In unison* Good afternoon, Master Tomi!

[The young socialite did not dine to respond to any of them as he proceeded to the end of the hall where the stairs were. Proceeding downward two stories to the first floor, he looked as his family's head butler, Akiharu Hino, was digitally dusting a large vase his father had brought during one of his many voyages overseas. Hearing someone descend downstairs, the old butler stopped what he was doing and turned towards the stairs. Upon seeing it was the young master of the family, he placed his left arm over his chest and bowed his head.]

Hino: Good afternoon, young master.

Tomi: *Groggily* Morning, Hino.

Hino: It's actually afternoon sir, but thank you for the greeting.

Tomi: *Rolls his eyes* Details, Hino. It is far too early.

Hino: If you say so, sir.

[Groaning, the young socialite turned and made his way to the living room.]

Hino: Your morning coffee and cigar are waiting for you on the second end table, sir.

[Tomi did reply, instead simply waving his hand in 'thanks' as he continued towards the large brown doors to the living room.]

Hino: Ah sir, before you enter, I feel that I have to warn you that...

[Before the seasoned butler could finish his warning, the young master pushed opened the doors to the family room. He was prepared to see no one present save the maids he may have been cleaning up here. But instead, what his eyes took in was something else entirely. He looked as standing a ways away from his family's large flat-screen television that was hanging atop one of the room's walls, was his friend and associate, Karada Kessaku, busy following some sort of aerobic exercise that was on TV. But what caught Tomi's attention was the fact that his friend was wearing nothing save a pair of tight green exercise briefs, showing off his entire muscled body.]

[Staring at the display for a couple of moments longer, the young socialite, having had enough of the display, looked around for the remote control. Finding it atop the large glass table in the middle of the room, he quickly grabbed it and hit the 'Power' button, turning the television off.]

Karada: Hey!

[Turning around upset, the bodybuilder stopped and looked as it was his friend, Tomi, who was responsible.]

Karada: Oh, hey Tomi. Bout time you woke up. Thought you were just going to sleep the day away again.

Tomi: *Barely containing his rage* Karada, what do you think you're doing?

Karada: Huh? *Looks down at himself* Oh. Well, I was doing my daily aerobic exercises until someone interu...

Tomi: No! I mean, *Waves his hand at Karada's wardrobe* What do you think you doing in my house, in my living room, half-naked?!

Karada: Huh? *Looks down at himself again* Oh. Well, this is how I always do my aerobics. It helps my body to breathe.

Tomi: But why in my house?!

Karada: *Shrugs* I don't know. What's the big deal? It's not like I'm hurting anyone.

Tomi: You're hurting my eyes! Just put some clothes on, for God's sake!

Karada: All right, all right. Sheesh. *Looks over at Hino, who was silently watching the entire display with nary a word nor a hint of emotion* Do you have my clothes anywhere?

Hino: Right here, Master Karada. *Seemingly out of nowhere, he pulls a fresh pair of clothes from behind his back* I took the liberty of having them washed and cleaned for you.

Karada: Wow, thanks dude! *He quickly throws his clothes on, which consists of his green muscle shirt and a pair of long blue gym shorts before looking back at Tomi* There. Happy?

[The young socialite didn't bother to reply instead of walking to a corner of the room where he had spotted a white teacup full of black liquid, which was coffee from the smell of it. Beside the glass was a large light brown cigar that was currently unlit, but was ready to be smoked. Sitting down on the large sofa in the room, Tomi picked up the glass, before taking a quick sip, sighing as the liquid made its way down his body, quickly rejuvenating him.]

Tomi: *Raises the cup in Hino's direction* Good as always, Hino-san. Well done.

Hino: *Bows with his left arm over his chest* My pleasure, sir.

Karada: *Frowning* I don't see how you people can drink that stuff.

Tomi: *Takes another sip, not bothering to look at him* Try it, you might like it.

Karada: Hard pass. Give me a protein shake any day of the week.

Tomi: *Rolls his eyes* Whatever. *Looks up at him, setting his teacup down* What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be at the gym, 'pumping iron' or whatever it is you meatheads call it?

Karada: *Frowns again* Okay, one: I take offense to that. Meatheads are known for generally not being smart. And I like to think I have a good intellect as far as most people go.

Tomi: *Scoffs and speaks under his breath* Keep telling yourself that...

Karada: *Chooses to ignore whatever it was his friend just said* And secondly: if you must know, today was your mother's training day.

Tomi: *Frowning as he picks up his cigar* Again? What is that, the third time this week?

Karada: *Shrugs* Hey, do you have any idea how hard it is to squeeze people into my schedule? Your mom, no offense or anything, is just a few of the many women here in Aoyama who pay for my services.

Tomi: Aren't your services exclusive to only women anyway?

Karada: Well I sure as hell aren't selling them out to men if that's what you're wondering! *Flexes* These muscles are only for the women of Aoyama to partake in!

Tomi: Well you might want to be careful there, Mr. Muscles. *Smirks as he lights his cigar* If these women's spouses or significant others find out that it's a man giving their ladies 'private lessons', you might very well find a mob on your doorstep one day.

Karada: *Smirks* My clients and I have a very strict teacher/student confidentiality act in place. I disavow any knowledge of what goes on during our sessions.

Tomi: *Grins* Hmm, must be nice. *Takes a puff of his cigar*

Karada: *Smirks* Besides, are you really in any position to talk?

Tomi: *Looks up, confused* What are you talking about?

Karada: *Continues smirking* I'm talking about that girl who left early this morning.

Tomi: *Still looks confused, before realization hits his face* Ohh. Her. *Scoffs* Just a one-time thing, I assure you. Nothing more, nothing less.

Karada: You really should take my advice, and meet a real girl for once.

Tomi: And why pray tell, would I waste my time on that? *Takes another puff of his cigar* One-night stands get me all the fun of being in a relationship without the hassle of actually being in one.

Tomi: And F.Y.I., the women I sleep with are real.

Hino: Is that why I always see them leaving the house in the morning with a large bag of money, young master?

[Karada starts laughing out loud, while Tomi scowls at his butler.]

Tomi: You're supposed to be on my side here, Hino.

Hino: My apologies, Master Tomi.

Tomi: Whatever. *Takes another puff of his cigar before snubbing it out in an ashtray nearby* So Hino, what exactly is on the agenda for today?

Hino: Well... *Takes a note out of his shirt pocket, giving it a look over* ...You are free up 4:00 P.M. At that time, you are needed to relocate to the clothing store at the Aoyama Shopping Mall to get fitted for your attire for tonight's banquet at 7:00 P.M at the Aoyama Park Tower.

Tomi: *Groans* Great, another soirée to go to. *Sighs before standing up*

Karada: Hey, since you're free until four, how about we go get some grub over at Luis's place?

Tomi: Good idea. I've not eaten since I woke up.

Karada: Maybe you should try not sleeping past noon.

Tomi: *sarcastically* I'll give your advice serious consideration.

Hino: Shall I prepare the limousine, Young Master?

Tomi: Yes please, Hino. *Begins walking back upstairs* I'll be down in five minutes.

Karada: I'll time you!

Tomi: *Answers without looking back* You do that.

-- Thrilling Heart Restaurant, Aoyama District --

[After about a 10 min. ride, Tomi and Karada finally arrived at Luis's restaurant. Upon arrival, both men looked as there was a line leading out of the restaurant.]

Karada: Sheesh, Luis's place is as busy as ever. And it's only lunchtime.

Tomi: *Scoffs as he begins walking towards the restaurant, bypassing the line of people* I don't know why Luis has to have his restaurant open to everyone.

Karada: *Follows behind Tomi* To make more money?

Tomi: He'd make more if he only catered to a certain kind of people.

Karada: *Frowns* You mean, people like you?

Tomi: *Shrugs* Don't see why not.

[The duo continued passing the crowd, ignoring the looks and complaints they received. Upon entering the restaurant, Tomi looked at the server who immediately recognized who the two were and hastily bowed her head.]

Server: G-good day, Master Tomi and Karada!

Tomi: *Rolls eyes* Spare me the fake hospitality and just get us a table. Far away from the peons, please.

Server: Y-y-yes, o-of course!

[Obeying the young socialite, the server led him and Karada up onto the second floor of the restaurant, which was completely empty. She then lead them to a table close to the back with a sign on it that read 'Reserved for Special Patrons'. Pulling the seats out for both men, the nervous server then stood off to the side, pulling out a pen and notepad.]

Server: W-what would you like to drink?

Karada: I'll take a glass of ice-cold water, thanks.

Tomi: A glass of red wine.

Karada: *Frowns at Tomi* Dude, are you serious? It's like one in the freakin' afternoon!

Tomi: *Cocks an eyebrow at Karada* Your point?

Karada: *Sighs* Whatever. Do what you want.

Server: *Nervously writes the men's drinks on her notepad* A-and for your meals?

Karada: I'll take a couple of those greasy tacos that you guys were serving the other day. Those things were awesome!

Tomi: *Looking at the menu with a frown* Why is everything on this menu so damn hard to pronunciate?

Karada: Well, it is all Hispanic.

Tomi: *Sighs and tosses the menu on the table* Just give me whatever it is you guys called 'grilled goat' or something.

Server: Y-you mean our cabrito?

Tomi: *Looks at the server, annoyed* Do I look like I care what it's called? Just bring it here!

Server: Y-y-yes sir! My apologies! *Starts to run off to take the men's orders*

Tomi: *Holds up a finger* Hold it.

Server: *Stops mid-step, and looks back at the socialite, scared* Y-yes?

Tomi: When our food gets here, tell the owner/chef that we'd like to speak with him.

Server: Y-yes! I-I-I'll make sure t-t-to tell h-him.

Tomi: Good, then get going.

Server: Y-yes! *She then runs off to the first floor to the kitchen*

Karada: *Frowns at Tomi as the server disappears from view* Seriously, dude?

Tomi: *Looks at his friend with a bored look* What is it now?

Karada: What was that?

Tomi: *Looks at his friend, confused* What was what?

Karada: That! *Points to where the server was formerly standing* With the server! Why were you acting rude to her?

Tomi: *Sighs, while rolling his eyes* Karada-san, I don't know how many more times I have to explain this to you before you understand it. *Sits up, giving his friend his attention*

Tomi: We... *Points to himself and Karada* ...are a cultured people, my friend. We are special people. Why? Because we have something that those peons down there... *Points to the people still waiting in line* ...do not have. And you know what that is, correct?

Karada: Uhh...

Tomi: *Continues without waiting for him to answer* Class, my friend. Class. We are on an entirely different level from the peasants down there still waiting to get inside. The fact that we were able to get seated before them is proof enough.

Karada: Isn't that just cause we know the owner?

Tomi: *Sighs* Missing the point, entirely. The very thought that we have to treat, or, Heaven forbid, be treated the same as those peons down there, is not only wrong but also foolish.

Karada: *Frowns* Isn't that kinda arrogant?

Tomi: Arrogant? *Scoffs* This coming from the guy who earlier stated that his 'services' were exclusive to the women of Aoyama only?

Karada: *Opens his mouth to respond, but fails to* …Fine, you win this round.

Tomi: *Shrugs with a grin* Hey, those were your words.

Karada: Yeah, yeah.

[As the two men were talking, they looked as the previous server returned carrying two glasses of liquid: wine and water. Nodding to the gentlemen, she placed the glass of water in front of the bodybuilder.]

Karada: *Swiftly grabs it and drinks half of it, finishing with a satisfying 'ahh'* Thanks, yo!

[Nodding at the bodybuilder, she then placed the glass of wine in front of the socialite, who said nothing in response.]

Server: *Keeping her head down* Y-your meals will be ready in a bit.

Tomi: Did you remember to give the owner our message?

Server: Y-yes. He said he'll personally bring your meals to you.

Tomi: Thank you. You're dismissed. *Waves his hand at the server in a 'shooing' manner*

Server: Y-yes. Thank you.

Karada: *As the waitress leaves, he grins at his friend* You were a lot more polite that time around.

Tomi: I'm not trying to be polite or rude. I'm simply being me. *Takes a sip of his red wine*

Karada: You know you're going to regret drinking this early later on, right? Don't you have a party to go to tonight?

Tomi: *Shrugs* Yes. And your point?

Karada: Just saying. That alcohol's going to hamper you later on.

Tomi: The alcohol is the only reason I attend those parties in the first place. *Takes another sip*

[After a few minutes of waiting, the duo looked as walking up the stairs, carrying two plates of food, was the owner of the restaurant, its executive chef, and their friend, Luis Kōkyū.]

Luis: I have two special orders for a Mister Chōten and a Mister Kessaku?

Karada: Luis!! *Gets up and prepares to hug his friend, but looks as the chef slightly tips his plate of food over a bit*

Luis: Do you want to wait for your food to get made again?

Karada: *Looks in horror as the tacos on the plate begin to slowly slide downward* N-no.

Luis: Then do not touch me. *Lifts the plate back up again, before placing it on the table in front of the bodybuilder*

Karada: *His eyes light up like a little boy* Thank you!! *Begins to dig into his food*

[The executive chef rolls his eyes before placing Tomi's order in front of him, and sitting down in the empty seat at the table. He then takes a cigarette from his back pocket, along with a lighter, and lights it, inhaling the smoke before exhaling.]

Karada: *Frowns as smoke begins to fill the table* Ugh, come on dude, really? Do you have to do that while I'm eating?

Luis: *Looks at his friend, complaining* Look, I've been busy since I first opened up shop today. This is the first smoke I've had since I woke up, so spare me the agony, okay? *Takes another puff before blowing the smoke out into the air*

Karada: *Waves the cigarette smoke away* Whatever. Why is it so busy today anyways?

Luis: Today? It's always busy in here. You two just happened to come during the worst time: lunch hour.

Tomi: *Cutting up his grilled meat with a fork and knife before eating a piece* I was just telling Karada how you need to start selling to a certain kind of people.

Luis: *Looks at his friend with a skeptical look* And who would these certain types of people be, pray tell? People like you?

Tomi: *Shrugs as he holds onto his glass of red wine* I'm just saying. If you started only allowing upper-class people here, maybe your shop wouldn't be so busy.

Luis: *Grins* Yes, but then I wouldn't be making as much money as I am now.

Tomi: *Shrugs* Fair point. *Takes a sip of his wine, before looking at the glass, spinning the glass in his hand, watching the liquid swirl around*

Tomi: People seem to have this misconception that being rich is easy. But it truly isn't.

Luis: *Grins as he closes his eyes, his cigarette between his middle and index fingers* No, it really isn't.

Karada: *Shakes his head 'no'* Not at all.

[All three men look up at each other before a small grin appears on each of their faces.]

JST: It's great!!! *All three men laugh out loud at their inward joke as their lunch continues*

-- Prime Minister's Office, Chuohku Ward --

[Far from Aoyama division, in the Chuohku Ward, the building where the Party of Words made their home base was a steady flow of activity, as everyone in the building was going about their daily activities. At the very top of the building in the main office, behind a grandiose desk, sat the figure of Otome Tohoten, Japan's current Prime Minister and the leader of the Party of Words. By her side stood the figure of Ichijiku Kadenokoji, her trusted aide and Japan's Deputy Prime Minister.]

Otome: *Looking through various papers, her eyes scanning every word and image on each one she looks through* Hmm.

Ichijiku: *Senses something amiss with her leader* Is something wrong, Lady Otome?

Otome: *Doesn't answer at first, still sifting through the papers* Not exactly. *Looks at another paper, before placing it down on her desk*

Otome: We've sent out invitations to every known team or person in all of the Divisions for the upcoming Division Rap Battle tournament thus far.

Otome: *Picks up a paper detailing all the Divisions* Harajuku, Shinagawa, Saitama, Kyoto, Ueno, Ahikabara, and more. *Lays the paper back down on her desk* But it is still not enough.

Ichijiku: Would you like me to send my men out to scout for more teams?

Otome: No need. But... *She, again, picks up the paper detailing the divisions before realizing something* Has the spokesperson from Aoyama arrived yet?

Ichijiku: *Nods* Yes, I believe she arrived several hours ago.

Otome: Good. Have her sent to my office, at once.

Ichijiku: *Salutes* Yes ma'am!

[Putting her fingers to her ear, the Deputy Prime Minister began speaking to someone over a radio. Whilst she was doing that, Otome began swiftly writing something on a piece of paper. Within a couple of minutes, she finished before neatly folding it up and putting it in an envelope, sealed with the official seal of the Party of Words. As she finished, the door to her office slid open, revealing the figure of Okawa Chōten, Aoyama's spokesperson for Chuohku, dressed in the official Party of Words uniform.]

Okawa: *Bows her head in respect to Otome and Ichijiku* You summoned me, Prime Minister?

Otome: Yes. Come in and have a seat. We have much to talk about.

[Obeying, the middle-aged woman walked further into the Prime Minister's office as the door to the room slowly slid shut...]

To be continued...

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #drama track #tomi chōten #karada kessaku #luis kōkyū #jet set trio #another day

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Hi! I'm really sorry to bother you! But I was wondering if you could give us a list of recommended stories with dick after his Robin days. Like after bruce fired him and he became nightwing? All up to the time he had to become batman? I really love your content by the way ☺️!!!

Gosh, this turned out to be even more tricky than the Robin list, and it's frightfully long!

One reason is that storytelling has changed since Dick was Robin. Back in the Golden and Silver age, with very few exceptions, comics were stand-alone short stories. In later decades, it's usually arcs that span at least a couple of issues. Some themes can run for a very long time. For instance, Dick was brainwashed by Brother Blood in New Teen Titans vol 1 # 22 (in 1982), and that would have consequences until The New Teen Titans vol 2 #31 (1987).

There are also a looot of stories – apart from guest appearances, Nightwing is a regular/lead character in several books named New Teen Titans/Titans and suchlike, 1980-1996 and 1999-2009; Outsiders vol 3 (2003-2007); Nightwing vol 1 (1995) and vol 2 (1996–2007). In team titles, several characters compete for attention. Also, I have read and know the Nightwing books more than his team titles, so they will be more prominent on my list.

There are a bunch of stories where Dick has a pretty small role and won't be in a lot of panels, but those panels can be "important" and often quoted when it comes to Dick. For instance, Bruce Wayne: Murderer/Fugitive, Hush, Under the Hood...

So, you'll have to take this for what it is. A very personal list, with stories I like (and remember), or have some fun panels, or are "important". Because certain stories are essential to the character's history, regardless if you like them or not. (And if you want more of Dick with Kory/Starfire, read the New Teen Titans titles.) If you'd like to see a synopsis before you commit to reading – because did I mention it is a very long list indeed? – the dc.fandom.com wiki page will often provide.

(Or you could do the sensible thing, and see this as more of "the complete history of pre-Batman Nightwing, and ask somebody else for recommendations...)

The Judas contract (when Dick becomes Nightwing). The New Teen Titans # 39-40, Tales of the Teen Titans #41-44, Annual #3. (1984)

Trivial Pursuits. NewTeen Titans vol 2 # 32. (A nice breather, when the Titans try just to relax together. It goes as well as can be expected.) (1987)

Batman # 416. (First post-Crisis meeting with Jason Todd) (1988)

The Cheshire Contract. Action Comics Weekly # 613-618 (Dick helps Roy find his daughter.) (1988)

The New Titans # 55. (Dick learns about Jason's death when the Titans return to Earth after a long period in space. He goes to Bruce to talk and what follows is the infamous scene when Bruce hits Dick, says he should never have had a partner and tells Dick to leave and leave the keys with Alfred.) (1989)

Batman year Three. Batman # 436–439. (Flashbacks with a retelling of Dick's origin, during Bruce's third year as Batman. In the "now", Dick tries to reach out to Bruce and Dick's parents' murderer is about to be set free.) (1989)

A Lonely Place of Dying. Batman # 440-442, New Titans # 60-61. (1990)

The New Titans # 65. (Tim turns up at Dick's place to learn what it is to be Batman's partner.) (1990)

Total Chaos. (In issues of Deathstroke the Terminator, New Titans and Team Titans.) (Mirage, a woman from an alternate future and who has illusion casting powers, takes the form of Starfire and sleeps with Dick, who is shamed by his team members for being unfaithful to Kory, even though this is rape. So, an important fact to know but not something I would recommend to read.) (1992)

Knightfall Prodigal (Dick's first longer stint as Batman. And he takes care of Tim and the Manor on his own!) In Batman #512-514 and three other titles. (1994-1995)

Nightwing Alfred's Return (Kind of fun, when Dick seeks out Alfred, who left Bruce's service because Bruce wasn't taking care of himself, in London.) (1995)

Nightwing vol 1 # 1-4. (I don't love this, but it is a milestone in that it's the first Nightwing solo series, Dick momentarily decides to leave the hero business, and gets his by now classic fingerstripe suit.) #1-4 (1995)

Like Riding a Bike. (Donna checks up on Dick.) The Batman Chronicles # 7. (1996)

(Nightwing vol 2 began in 1996.)

Nightwing vol 2 # 6. (Tim and Dick talk and fight crooks.) (1997)

Nightwing vol 2 # 12-16. (Batman pays a visit and Dick makes his custom made car.) (1997)

The Flash plus Nightwing. (Dick and Wally on vacation.) (1997)

Then & Now. Teen Titans vol 2 #12-15. (The original four Titan boys find themselves fighting their past selves.) (1997)

Nightwing vol 2 # 25. (Tim and Dick talk and ride on train roofs. Dick has decided to become a cop.) (1998)

Detective Comics # 725 (A heart-to-heart between Bruce and Dick.) (1998)

The Technis Imperative. JLA/Titans #1-3. (1998-1999)

The Titans (1999) # 2. (The start of a new Titans team, Dick tells Superman to give them some room.) (1999)

Nightwing vol 2 # 32–34. (Dick at the Police Academy.) (1999)

Nightwing vol 2 # 35–39. (On a mission from Batman: To take control of Blackgate Prison. Afterwards, he recuperates at Barbara's when her place is attacked.) (1999-2000)

The Titans (1999) #15–16. (The original five Titans try to work out some difficulties.) 2000.

Transference. Batman: Gotham Knights #8-11. (2000)

Nightwing vol 2 # 45-46. (The Hunt for Oracle.) (2000)

Action Comics # 771. (Nightwing and Superman hang out and work together – what's not to like!) 2000

Gods of Gotham. Wonder Woman # 164-167. (2001)

Nightwing vol 2 # 54-58. (Blockbuster, Nightwing's main adversary in Blüdhaven, hires an old enemy of Dick's to deal with the vigilante: Shrike. A character from Robin Year One.) (2001)

Matatoa. Batman: Gotham Knights # 16-17. (Bruce adopts Dick.) (2001)

Who Is Troia? The Titans (1999) # 23-25. (A visit from the Titan's children from the Kingdom Come universe.). (2001)

Retribution. Batman: Gotham Knights # 20-21. (2001)

Nightwing vol 2 # 64. (Nightwing as Santa's elf.) (2001)

Bruce Wayne: Murderer and Bruce Wayne: Fugitive (in several titles). (Dick refuses to believe that Bruce can be a murderer and it causes friction with for instance Tim. Also, a big fight between Dick and Bruce when the latter says he is going to abandon his Bruce identity.) (2002)

Nightwing vol 2 # 75. (Flashback's to Dick's early years with Bruce. Plus the first appearance of Tarantula (Catalina Flores; a controversial figure in Dick's history, she straddled the line between vigilante and villain.)) (2002)

Hush. Batman # 608–619. (# 615 for Dick, but it might be confusing only to read one issue.) (2002-2003)

The Obsidian Age. JLA vol 1 # 68-75. (The Justice League members disappear, Dick leads a new team for a few issues. In # 73, Bruce is quoted:" The only time I ever feel pride is when I look at Nightwing. Sometimes I think he's the only thing I ever did right."). (2002-2003)

Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day # 1-3 (Donna is killed. Dick is devastated and declares that the Titans are finished.) (2003)

Nightwing vol 2 # 80-83. (Deathstroke is in Blüdhaven to kill someone close to Dick. Bruce asks when he will quit the force, Dick wants to stay as a cop, but when he saves Amy Rohrbach, she recognizes that Dick is Nightwing and fires him.) (2003)

Nightwing vol 2 # 86. (Dick, forced to rest after being injured, solves crimes on America's Most Wanted and drives Barbara up the wall.) (2003)

The Outsiders vol 3 # 1 (Roy talks Dick, who dissolved the Titans after Donna's death, into leading a new team, promising they will not be a family.) (2003)

Nightwing vol 2 # 87-100. (Definitely one of the darkest periods points in Dick's life pre-Flashpoint. Tarantula breaks up him and Barbara. Blockbuster destroys his circus, his home and kills people just for talking to Dick. Tarantula kills Blockbuster and Nightwing is too exhausted to prevent it, and afterwards, she rapes him (# 93). Not necessarily an arc I would recommend to read, but fans discuss it a lot.) (2003-2004)

The Outsiders vol 3 # 11 (Roy is angsting about going back to the hero business after narrowly surviving being shot, sparring and heart-to-heart with Dick follows.) (2004)

Under the Hood. Batman # 635-641, 645-650, Annual # 25. (2004-2006)

Nightwing Year One. Nightwing vol 2 # 101-106. (I honestly don't care much for this story, but it's good to know that it's one of several retellings of how Dick became Nightwing.) (2005)

Supergirl (2005) # 3 (Supergirl has a huuuge crush on Nightwing... ) (2005)

Silent partner. The Outsiders vol 3 # 21-23. (Dick goes ballistic when he realizes Batman has been funding the Outsiders, Roy admits Batman has been feeding him information. Only it wasn't Batman – it was Deathstroke in disguise.) (2005)

DC Special: The Return of Donna Troy # 1-4. (2005)

Nightwing vol 2 # 107–117. (Dick leaves Nightwing, starts working for the mob and trains Deathstroke's daughter. I think the author has some kind of resolution to the crisis Dick had gone through the last years in mind, but Infinite Crisis got in the way. Blüdhaven is destroyed in a nuclear explosion.)

Infinite Crisis. (DC had planned to let Dick die, he is central to the story even if he's not very visible.) (2005-2006)

Targets. Nightwing vol 2 # 125-128. (Dick hunts for a day job in New York and gets buried alive, which leads to some retrospection on his behalf. There's also fights with a guy with a weaponized armour.) (2007)

The Brave and the Bold # 15. Nightwing and Hawkman. (Deadman, inside Hawkman, says that Dick Grayson is the one guy that every crimefighter trusts.) (2007)

Outsiders: Five of a Kind – Nightwing/Boomerang. (It ends with Batman telling Dick: "Go back to the good fight, Dick. Leave the bad fight to us.") (2007)

Wrath Child. (A story from when Dick was fairly new as Nightwing.) Batman Confidential # 13-16. (2008)

Freefall. Nightwing vol 2 # 140–146. (Dick starts freefalling as a new hobby; Bruce is not pleased. And he gets a new daytime job, as a museum curator. Oh, and there's Talia al Ghul, too.) (2008)

Robin # 175. (Some fun panels with flashbacks with Dick and Tim.) (2008)

The Great Leap. Nightwing vol 2 # 147–151. (Two-Face wants Nightwing to save a life.) (2008-2009)

Titans (2008) # 10. (Dick leaves the Titans because he needs to go back to Gotham and "take care of my other family." (2009)

Nightwing vol 2 # 152-153. (That time when Ra's al Ghul called Dick detective. And Dick packed up and left New York to move back to Gotham.) (2009)

Batman # 682. (Just for the line about how Dick made colour come into their monochrome lives ;-) ) (2009)

Detective Comics # 85, Batman # 684 (Dick mourning Bruce) (2009)

The Secret Six # 9. (Some of the members of the Secret Six feel they should be the new Batman.) (2009)

Battle for the Cowl # 1-3. (2009)

#ash-devito #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Robin #Batman #Richard Grayson

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btssmutficslovingfan01 · 4 years

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A Little Love for Tae

Summary: Taehyung somehow is still alone. And single. Despite having a bunch of friends around him in relationships.

Happy Valentine’s day! @yoonia this is for you! Here’s the link to her tumblr go read her amazing works! This is for the ‘Made With Love’ project by @bangtansmutcentral

Genre: Smut, Fluff, & Angst

Warnings: Implied relationships with OC, Bartender Tae AU, References to Undo, Replacing the reader from Yoongi’s story as OC for the sake of another x reader story, really a spinoff or a side story but this is completely original I swear I didn’t steal it, I hope my valentine and readers like it as much as I do!! Drinking, swearing, oral (f receiving), masterbating, etc.

Story takes place in Second Person POV.

Words: 10k+

Paring: Taehyung x Reader

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“Hey it’s me, Taehyung! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this weekend, maybe have some girl time since we haven’t had any late night heart-to-hearts since high school-Oh you have a date with your boyfriend of two years? Okay. That’s fine, yeah maybe next time.” Taehyung hangs up his phone before listening to his best friend go on and on about her perfect relationship with her perfect partner. He’s frankly tired of seeing all of these lovey-dovey couples, especially when it’s so close to Valentine’s day. He saw the way Yoongi looked at Freya with nothing short of love in his eyes, and how Namjoon looked at his fiancé, he has plain jealousy in his heart, and nothing close to love.

‘The first time I fell in love, I was in high school. Unfortunately, the girl was a bitchy cheerleader that only wanted to get with me because of my reputation as the school’s “dumb blond.” She was also blonde, so what the hell did she mean?!’ Tae thinks to himself, making the job easier for the author so that she doesn’t have to guess what’s going through his brain. ‘The second time I fell in love, I was a freshman in college. I was taking a short break from girls only to fall hopelessly in love with my best friend, who was also in a relationship at the time. With another girl. Yeah, my love life isn’t exactly the best.’ Somehow he still has hope in his heart, and with that hope he steps out into the sunlight only for a second. Taehyung has been running longer than he can remember, and working out was a perfect de-stresser. He nearly vomits in his mouth when he sees five different couples trying to eat each other alive but he simply jogs on straight ahead.

After his morning jog, he takes a quick shower and changes into his work clothes. He’s a bartender, so he always has to look a bit presentable. Not to mention, the tattoos on his arms make him look less than qualified but he thought he looked like a badass. And honestly, he could complain? He did look really cool with those pretty tattoos.

“Can I get a Daquiri please?” A woman dressed in a golden gown with a flower in her dark brown hair sits down on a stool in front of him. Tae whips up the drink, and places the cocktail in front of her. He watches as she gulps it down in one go, and nervously draws back, pretending to clean a glass. “Listen to me very carefully,” She sets the empty glass down on the counter. “Your luck is about to change, and if you don’t play your cards right, you may end up being depressed forever.” She leaves quickly, only placing a $10 bill on the counter. Taehyung grabs it and shrugs to himself.

‘I don’t trust any of that fortune teller bullshit. My luck isn’t gonna change and I’m gonna stay single forever.’ He continues on with his job, and just as his shift is about to finish, a woman wearing a long white dress runs into the bar, and as she gets closer, he sees her smudged lipstick and runny mascara, as she cries into a handkerchief.

“Whoa, whoa are you okay?” Taehyung tries to calm her down as she blows her nose into a handkerchief.

“Can I borrow your phone?” Tae nods, quickly pulling it out and handing it to the woman in distress. He gawks at her as she makes her phone call, and eventually he slides a box of tissues towards her. “Yeah, the dress is fine. Just know that I’m really happy for you and Ryan. You deserve it, yeah, mmhmm, bye.” She hangs up, and Taehyung takes his phone back.

“Would you like something to drink?” He asks her in a soft voice.

A couple of shots later, his shift is over, and he knows this woman’s entire backstory. A simple girl from a normal family that fell in love with the CEO of a company and after their cliché of a love affair, she finds out that he has an arranged marriage to her best friend. Normal stuff, really. But he’s not interested. It’s not like he has a book series or an amazing life like those drama characters. Seeing her porcelain skin, and her pink lips, and piercing green eyes, anyone can tell that she’s the main character.

“Eliza!” Tae hears a man calling out to someone.

“Ryan?” The woman in the wedding dress responds to him, and they both run into each other’s arms. Tae doesn’t bother sticking around. He just fled the scene as fast as he could.

“Ah fuck-” He doesn’t get that far as he runs into you. Yes you, the reader, the fated reader who now has crossed paths with your fave.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there because of all these boxes I was carrying,” You do a double take, recognizing that beautiful curly hair anywhere. That familiar face, that you had seen so much on twitter, the gifs you used on a daily basis, this man was your savior. “K-Kim Taehyung?!” He stumbles back a bit, in surprise.

“How do you know me?” He asks, his eyes as wide as the full moon. You raise your eyebrows, confused by his question. First of all, his bodyguards were nowhere in sight, and second of all, how is no one trying to mob him right now?! You knew of his presence in America (Yes we all live in the United States here) but you didn’t know that he would be so close to the building you’re interning in!

“You’re famous, duh.” You spit out the answer, and he immediately shoots back a couple twenty questions or so. You were ecstatic that you met your idol, but continuing idle chatter meant losing precious time, and at your office, time is money. Especially since you’re the only paid intern there. “I’d love to continue our chat, but if I don’t get going right now, my boss is gonna kill me.”

“Oh, of course, I’m so sorry for holding you up. Do you need any help with those boxes?” You simply smile at him as he takes two of the five heavy boxes and carries it with his strong, muscular arms. When you reach your office, he sets them down and looks up at the building. “I didn’t know you worked at my brother’s company.” “What? I didn’t know your brother was the CEO of Gunderson’s Inc-Holy shit that’s not my office.” You drop some of the boxes you were holding in shock, and Taehyung rushes to catch them. “What happened to Gunderson’s place? This...this is not supposed to be a fashion company.” Taehyung recalls meeting you, how running into you was so strange. He didn’t see anyone in his path, and when he crashed into you, it was as if you appeared out of thin air. It was even weirder when you recognized him like he was a movie star or something. “Are you okay?” He asks. You shake your head, tears blurring your vision as he holds out his hand for you, waiting patiently for you to take it before the breakdown hits.

“No.” You whisper, and he crouches down next to you, in the middle of the sidewalk, allowing you to cry for as long as you need.

“What was the point of that?” He asks you, and you are just as confused as he is.

“I’m sorry, I just released all of my feelings that I was holding in all at once. It wasn’t you, or this situation, my life has just been shitty as of late.” The realization dawns on you as you look up at Taehyung’s perfect curly brown hair.

“Oh my god, I think I know how I got here.” You wait for the flashback but it never comes. Perhaps the author got lazy, or it was too simple to flashback to. All you know is that earlier that day, you walked into the attic of your company, and encountered a strange looking device. You were wishing to be anywhere but at work, and for BTS to save you, but particularly your bias because you love him. Then you black out due to all the dust and you wake up in the same place. You then walked out and went on an errand run. It wasn’t until you got the boxes that you really made the switch. The company was the same even after you went through the machine, so how would you have teleported there in the first place? Maybe it doesn’t matter how you got here after all. Your luck may have finally changed.

“Are you just gonna sit there, in the middle of the sidewalk with your skirt hiking your thigh?” You gasp, covering yourself as you stood up, a little embarrassed at being in front of Tae.

“Sorry. Um, are you busy right now, or something?” You ask, hoping for the best answer.

“Not at the moment, no. Why don’t we grab a coffee or something?” You nod, following him to your next destination. You both left the boxes in front of the building, happily bouncing away with no care in the world. “So, how do you know me?” He looks at you with that familiar gaze amd you can feel your heart thudding against your chest, delivering blows as if it is trying to break out from your very body.

“You see, I think something happened and I ended up being transported to your world.” I explain.

“Can you please just tell me? I’m a little bit scared.” Of you? Your bias was afraid of you?

“So, in the place where I'm from, you’re in a famous boy band with your friends, and you guys have these amazing concerts and a HUGE fanbase, which I’m apart of, and I was just confused because there weren’t any bodyguards following you…”

“Me?” You look up at him, in awe. His hair is just marvelous, curly and naturally brown, and his mole is visible on his left cheek. You can’t help but stare, as the human before you is just too beautiful. “Sorry, but did you say my f-friends?” You sip your coffee, snapping yourself out of your trance. “Might I know these people?” You shrug, secretly hoping he did. Slowly, you start reciting the fanchant.

“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook….BTS.” You choke out the last part, coughing violently after.

“Whoa...you just recited the names of my lifelong best friends.”

“Knew it.” You smile, knowing that they’d be together, somehow. Even if they weren’t brought together by bighit, fate brought them together, as lifelong friends.

“Who exactly are you?” He asks, amazed by your presence. Tae had never met someone as bodacious as you. To say he was stunned was an understatement.

“I’m just a fan.” You, on the other hand, were not just a fan, you were their number one fan, you’ve been following them since their second album, and stanning them was absolutely worth it.

“So I’m famous, along with my six friends….from singing and dancing?” You nod eagerly, sipping my coffee. ‘Maybe I can form BTS here.’ You thought.

“Can you take me to meet your other friends?” There’s no harm in asking, so you just go for it. Then again, it’s not like you’re running into Kim Taehyung on the street, so it works itself out.

“Maybe, but I don’t think they’d want to be bothered.” You bite your lip. That was a possibility your forgot to consider. Tae seems the same, but what if the others have different personalities? That’s the problem with alternate universes. Also, you don’t even know how you got here in the first place. Was it the button? Was it wish-activated? You have no clue.

“You’re right. Sorry for intruding.” You waver, between getting up and never seeing him again, or asking for an autograph. “Oh, can you sign this real quick?” Tae looks at you with that intimidating stare. Oh, but you already know what he’s thinking as his frown turns into a charming smile and he asks for a pen.

“I’ve never given an autograph before, so this is my first time,” Your eyes fill up with tears. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You wipe the corners of your eyes with a tissue as Tae looks at you with worry. “I’m honored to receive your first autograph. You are so amazing and you don’t even know it,” He sighs sadly. That was the first and last time any woman would look at him. And to top it all off, you were cute. It was as if fate was trying to tell him that his luck really would change. He hasn’t felt this good about himself in years. Maybe you were the answer to his self-doubt. ‘Aish, what am I thinking? A woman can’t magically fix all my problems. The only person I should love is myself...but she makes me feel happy. Is it such a bad thing to be happy?’ As he’s wallowing in self-pity, you make your escape, dusting your skirt and formal attire. “I’ll go first.” He wants to grab your hand and say something, but really, what can he say?

“Wait!” He squints at his own actions, confused as to why he did that. “You came here from somewhere else, so that means you don’t have a place to go back to, right?” A look of grief flickers onto your face before you smile again, reassuring him that you’re okay.

“That is pretty spot on. Whew, I thought I’d have to rent an expensive hotel room or something.”

“I know a place.” Taehyung guides you to his apartment, and since his family pretty much owns an entire company, he can afford the penthouse.

“Whoa, you live here?” You spin around, breathing in the fresh air as he simply throws his coat on the coffee table.

“It gets pretty quiet here sometimes, since I have this entire floor to myself.”

“Yeah, I bet.” You’re distracted by the pretty garden, all the different flowers overwhelming you with emotions.

“Tannie, have you been a good boy?” You almost trip and die when you see the tiny black and brown pomeranian. You thought this world was different, but at least Yeontan is still here.

“Wait, lemme pet him!” The puppy yips before jumping and licking your hand.

“He likes you.” Tae takes a moment to admire your beauty. You have soft pink lips, shining eyes filled with determination, and a cute nose. Your hair falls around your face perfectly, creating almost a heart shaped look. You’re totally his type.

“I’ve been dying to meet him since I found out you got him. But it’s really unlikely, since you’re always guarded and busy. Even back in my world, you barely have the time to take care of your own dog.” You regret telling him, as his face immediately falls.

“Sounds like I gave up a lot to become a performer.” You hold Tan in place, looking at Tae with morose.

“Yeah. You did.” He takes a deep breath in before changing the subject.

“What do you want for dinner?” He asks.

“Depends on what you have.” You have a face off, and Tae pulls out a package from his fridge.

“Frozen steak.” You stick it in the microwave.

“Already ahead of you.” You both dance in the main room as the food cooks, and you throw some toys to Yeontan as you both twirl around like idiots. You listen to good old american pop music, and when senorita comes on, you become a stripper. Or at least, you dance like one.

“Whoa...whoa! Whoaaa.” Tae watches you with wide eyes as you move to the floor, your body humping the air as you dance. He’s really just concentrated on the curves of your body, and he notices how lean you are, from the way your clothes cling to your body, and how you can move with ease. It’s impressive how you can look like a pro dancer even without taking any classes.

“Sorry about that,” Your cheeks are flushed a little from embarrassment but that doesn’t stop Tae from following your lead and doing a booty drop. “Yes, fuck it up Taehyung!” You cheer him on, completely oblivious to the way he was checking you out.

A week passes by and you’re already dreading that it’s February. You didn’t think it was possible, but after spending so much time with him in a short period of time, you think you’re in love. Or at the very least, you have a crush on him. On Valentine’s day, you don’t make a big deal of it, since Tae came home late and you both had some cup noodles. He seems tired, so you don’t bother him as heads directly to his room.

“I know, Tan. Something is bothering him.” You hold the dog close to you as he slams the door shut, and you slowly crawl to your couch, which you have made into a bed.

The next day, he doesn’t have work, but he seems busy as he starts working in the kitchen. “Whatcha doing?” You ask as he slices some onions.

“My friends are coming over today.” He informs you, and your heart drops. From his grave tone, you could tell he didn’t want you there.

“Oh, need any help?” He wipes his tears away with a sleeve.

“No, I’m fine. Just take Tan out for a walk, I don’t want him to whine after my friends get here.” You still want to ask him if it’s okay for you to be present, but he sounds too stressed. Maybe it’s better if you don’t ask. You can just stay away from him.

“Oh shit-are you okay, miss?” Why are you always running into strangers like this? You take the hand of the man who bumped into you, and you rub your eyes to see that it’s none other than Jung Hoseok.

“I’m fine.” You nearly struggle to breathe, taken away by his glow in broad daylight. The sun is making him shine! Literally.

“Is this your dog?” You nod shyly, looking down at the playful pup as he barks. “That’s funny, my friend has a dog just like this one,” The puppy barks again, and then Hoseok finds the collar. “Wait a minute, he has the same collar, and the same name!” You blush, perspiring heavily and itching the back of your neck. “Who are you?!” Your heart falls. Of course he wouldn’t have told his friends that he was living with you. You’re too weird and gross and everything a guy could despise, he was probably embarrassed by you.

“No one. I’m no one.” You walk away from Hoseok, staring at the ground as Tan runs ahead of you, chasing after a squirrel. After you get home, you see Taehyung is still cooking.

“You’re back, great. Listen, I’m gonna need you to-”

“It’s okay, I’ll go somewhere else.” You sigh heavily before pressing a kiss to Yeontan’s head. “Bye bye Tannie.”

“Wait, Y/N-”

You yawn and walk back outside, hoping that you don’t see any other members. After walking for a bit, you reach a dance studio. For some weird reason, it reminds you of Jimin. You go inside, bored and completely tired, hoping for an energy boost.

“And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” Your eyes fill with stars when you see the third member, and how well he works with little kids.

“Oh, are you here to pick someone up? Lucy, is that your big sister?” He asks a little girl.

“No, no, I’m just here to watch. Don’t mind me.” You sit down on a bench and watch his graceful movements, thankful that you were close enough to see him live. He’s an amazing dancer.

“Now, what can I do for you?” He wipes his forehead with a towel and looks as angelic as ever.

“Nothing. I was just feeling a little down, so I thought coming to the dance studio would make me more energized.” He kneels down, since you are very short while sitting down.

“How are you feeling now?” Your heart is racing, since Jimin being close to you is like a dream come true.

“Like shit.” You laugh, really just not in the mood for anything.

“Com’ere.” He pulls you towards the dance floor and plays “confident” by Demi Lovato.

“This song is overplayed noooo.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You think I care?” He wiggles his shoulders and you laugh, slapping his chest playfully. “Your turn.” After dancing for a couple more minutes, he dips you and lifts you up in the air, letting you fly for awhile. You both stare intensely at each other, an instant connection between the two of you. After putting you down, he starts leaning in, and you do the same.

“Chim, come and help me read these-you!” You both pull away from each other at the same time, and you see Hoseok standing there, with a look of anger on his face. “Why did you run away from me earlier?” He shoves a couple of folders at Jimin.

“N-no reason, it was just hot.”

“No, you had Yeontan. That’s Taehyung’s dog. Did you steal him?” Hoseok sounds snarky but you don’t blame him.

“No I-”

“He never even told me about a girl...I wonder if you’re even that important.” You burst into tears right at that moment, running out of the room while Jimin tries coaxing you to stay.

“He’s right, Jimin. Taehyung is disgusted and repulsed by me. No man like that could ever like a girl like me!” You sob into your hands, pouring out your heart to him.

“How do you know my name? And why was Hoseok so mad at you?”

“I ran away from him like I run away from all my problems.” Instead of reacting badly, you look up and see that he has a tender look in his eyes, one that comforts you. Why can’t every man treat you like this?

“It’s okay,” He lets you hug him for a minute, squeezing you gently in his arms. Maybe Tae wasn’t the answer, maybe it was just you. “Pretty girls shouldn’t cry. You should be happy, and I don’t mean in a fake smile type of way, either.” He wipes your tears. “Yesterday was Valentine’s day, did you get a present?” He asks. You shake your head meekly. “My girlfriend baked some cookies for me yesterday, here you go.” Your heart breaks at the word ‘girlfriend.’ Jimin was the sweetest angel, of course any girl would go for him.

“Thanks.” You lean against the wall, at a loss for words as you stare down at the little bag of cookies in your hands.

“I gotta get going now, if you want you can-”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just go somewhere else.” And so you do, you leave the studio and you walk towards a bar.

Taehyung is stressed. More than he usually is, because you’re not there with him. You’re in an unfamiliar world and it’s his fault for letting you go so easily. He also feels like a jerk because he hasn’t been able to tell his friends about you. He just hopes you come back soon and everything will be fine.

“You miss her too, pup?” The dog seems to want to scramble out of his hands as the doorbell rings.

“Happy late Valentine’s day!” All of his friends greet him and he smiles back.

“Hey guys, glad to see y’all here.” Jimin suddenly steps forward and grabs his hand.

“We followed her, she went to the bar downtown, go find her and bring her back home.” Those words are all it takes for Tae to grab his coat and he rushes downstairs, leaving the rest of his friends in shock as he leaves his own party.

“Y/N!” He calls out for you. He finally finds you, shoving your tongue down some stranger’s throat.

“I don’t want to-” He can hear you struggle, but his fist acts faster than his thoughts.

“She said she wants you to stop!”

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“Taehyung, what the hell is wrong with you?” You scold him for acting like a child.

“He was making advances at you that you didn’t like.” He was telling the truth, and that just infuriated you even more.

“Well, it’s up to me now, choosing which guys I flirt with.” He crinkles his nose in disgust.

“He was practically devouring your tongue.” You huff and stand up.

“I hope you have a nice rest of you night, I didn’t wanna ruin your party either, but I guess that didn’t stop you from finding me, did it?” He looks at you, feeling like an antagonist. Right then and there, all six of his friends burst into the hospital room, chattering away worriedly as they oversee their friend.

“Ohhhh, now I know why he was in a rush.” Jin pervertedly comments, making you blush but also more confident in yourself, as you weren’t feeling the best after putting on a little bit of makeup.

“Pretty lady, what have you done to our Tae?” Jungkook climbs into the bed with his best friend, and you smile to yourself at the “Taekook” ship sailing off.

“I didn’t cause this. Luckily, the guy he punched let him off with no charges, you would’ve been screwed if he sued.”

“That’s so American.” Namjoon scoffs at your comment. You take a bit of offense, as he used the term in a negative manner.

“Moving on...I will no longer be living with you, since I cause so much trouble wherever I go. Bye bye, BTS.” That was your first mistake.

“BTS?” Hoseok echoes you, looking around for an explanation.

“I wonder why she called us that.” Another man thinks out loud.

“Hey, worldwide pretty girl, what’s a BTS?” Jin screams from the hospital room. You shrug, turning around and facing him.

“It’s you guys. What you will be, anyways.” You still have faith in them.

You didn’t know how lonely life could be when you’re living on your own. First of all, no Yeontan, so you aren’t occupied by a needy pup the moment you step foot into your house. Second of all, the space, the apartment is tiny, and covered in dust. It took you an entire day to redecorate. The entire morning was a mess. Last of all, you missed Tae’s warm presence. Even when he was cold towards you, you still felt the warmth of his soul. He’s inherently good.

A knock on your door signals the start of your day.

“Hey neighbor! How are things going down in the pit?” You’re surprised by how Jungkook can keep his cheerful attitude up despite living in a sucky apartment like this one.

“Terrible, but I’m just gonna pretend everything’s fine and ask you if you found me a job?” He nods, his two front teeth jutting out as you close the door behind you and step into the common rooftop, where you two have been meeting to discuss potential job openings. Jungkook has been a sweetheart with taking you in and not prying into what happened between you and Tae. You’re thankful for him, but it’s not quite the same.

“I did. Seokjin is actually hiring and he needs an assistant.” He explains. Oh, of course, the universe you get dropped into is one of those cheesy Seokjin CEO aus with an equally kinky side as the objective changes from a simple romance to something deeper and more physical. You’ve only heard about it, but you doubted that Jin would make you do unprofessional tasks in the office just to relieve his stress.

You could only overthink it, though, as you wait for Seokjin in a hallway and then a couple minutes later you and Jungkook spot a woman fixing her skirt walking out of the room with smudged lipstick and runny mascara. Seokjin’s in the middle of adjusting his tie as he calls you into the office. You gulp. Hopefully, he doesn’t make any moves.

“So, I heard you were working in an office before?” His demeanor is very professional, and the way he sits in his chair is just so...powerful. You feel the urge to just sit and listen to him.

“Uh...yes.” You have no idea what lies Tae may or may not have fed this man as he moves onto the next question.

“Last of all, if you found out something about an employee, whether it is a personal or business matter, would you report it to me?” I’ve watched too many crime shows to know how this one goes. You shift in your seat and you face him head-on, looking at his piercing dark green eyes as he folds his legs towards you.

“Yes.” After pausing for a moment, he unfolds his legs and slams your file down on the desk, standing up and congratulating you, suddenly.

“Welcome to Kim Enterprises, it’s a pleasure to have you on my team,” It takes you a moment to register what’s happening as he hands you a pile of papers. “Now be a dear and stamp those for me, would ya? It looks best in pink.” Again, you are not surprised. Back home, Seokjin’s second most famous nickname next to ‘Worldwide Handsome,’ is ‘Pink Princess.’ And Somehow, while looking handsome at the same time, he works a subtle feminine tone very well, completely changing the game for male kpop idols. And it’s not just him, but all of BTS. They break gender roles, stereotypes, and connect better with their fans than any other group out there, that’s why you were so drawn to them in the first place! Now, being in an unfamiliar world, depending on one of the members as your only means of survival is...ironic. You expected to be rewarded for being a fan, but instead, you had to sacrifice more, to help him. It’s fine, though, as long as you’re getting paid.

“Hey babe. Yeah, got it. Oh, is your boyfriend doing okay? Alright, see you at the family dinner. Bye.” You overhear Jin on the phone as you finish up, and he looks a bit...bored. “It was my fiancée. As you can tell, neither of us want this marriage.” Oh, an arranged marriage au?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” You awkwardly breathe as Seokjin stares at you, fascinated by how quickly you managed to finish your assigned task. Normally it takes most employees about 30 minutes, but you got it done in 15, definitely noteworthy.

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s what I was born to do. Marry a girl from another wealthy family, run the business, let my children take over, and die. Maybe I won’t be happy, but at least I’ll die being rich and comfy.” You gawk at him with wide eyes. How could such a gentleman be subject of a fate most cruel?

“That’s a horrible way to die,” You walk over to his desk and dump the pile of papers in his work space. “If anything, you deserve to be happy. Marry the one you love, grow old together, die knowing you lived a life of fulfillment and content.” He peers at you with curious eyes. Why do you keep looking at me like that? You wanted to ask but he clears his throat, alerting you of your next task.

“Next task, go to the bar. The one where my brother works. I can tell you need to tell him something important.” Brother? Who could Seokjin’s broth-wait a damn minute. Taehyung is…? Wow, that was unexpected.

“But don’t you nee-”

“I’m the CEO, I get paid the most even though I do only half the work that my employees do. Go now, find lil TaeTae and tell him whatever’s on your mind.” He puts his hands behind his head and kicks his feet up on the table.

“At least let me talk to him at home-”

“No.” Jin’s as stubborn as a child. You groan inwardly as he pushes you out the door, making your coworkers look at you strangely. You wave back at them and they simply shrug, ignoring you as they had been before.

“Kim Seokjin I am going to kill you when I see you outside of work.” You grumble as your boss towers behind you.

“I’d rather have a coffee or something later.” You roll your eyes. Did every BTS member have an obsession with coffee or was it just a Kim thing?

As you make your way down the street, Taehyung is busy working at the bar. He sees a familiar woman in a golden dress, and he begins to prepare a Daquiri, a drink that is almost as yellow as her dress.

“Did your luck change?” She asks, sipping the drink slightly. He sighs, thinking about the events that have happened thus far. In a way, since he ran into you on the street, his life has been better than it ever was.

“Yeah. I guess it did.” He begins wiping glasses, and then one of his coworkers come running in.

“Tae, I am so sorry man, but my wife is having a baby, and I can’t miss it.” Tae shakes his head, reassuring his friend as he hands him his black apron.

“Don’t worry about it man. Things are gonna turn out just fine.”

“Are you sure you can do this alone?” He feels the nerves building up inside, but he doesn’t dare let it show. He nods at Antonio as he leaves the bar.

“Ah, I felt the wind change again. Looks like your luck is gonna change again.” The woman’s words stun him, and just as she had appeared, she disappears into the crowd.

“Taehyung!” He hears your voice calling out to him and he shoots up. Were you a phantom or the real thing? He couldn’t concentrate at all today, since you were the only thing on his mind.

“Found you.” He sees your figure and recognizes you immediately. “What are you doing here?!” Tae’s deep voice makes you feel a sense of comfort and gives you the familiarity that you needed. Sure, Seokjin was a kind man, but Tae is your first friend in this weird world. On top of that, you live together, so you’ve had a lot of time to bond and grow closer.

“Jin sent me here. But he was right, seeing you now I definitely have to tell you that I-”

“Hey, bartender, are you gonna give me a drink or not?!” His body shrinks as he looks at the buff man with tattoos decorating his body from head to toe.

“Y-yes sir, be right there. Just a second, Y/N,” You watch as he swiftly pours some whisky and adds ice to the mix. He slides the glass in a professional way to the customer, as if he’s been doing this for years. “Okay, what did you want to talk about?” He asks. You get lost in his eyes, forgetting how handsome he was for a minute and getting sucked in.

“Waiter!” Tae scrunches his nose. He hates being called a waiter when his job description is clearly bartender, that and he’s the only one working in the bar right now. Looks like he’ll have to become a waiter as well.

“Gotta go fast.” Tae gets away from you and you watch as he runs around in circles, disappearing into the kitchen and juggling numerous trays and balancing it on his head, arms and knees. You quickly grab the one that’s about to fall off his knee, and then the one on his head. He looks at you, gratefully.

“I have to ask, are you the only one working right now?” He sets down two plates of food at a table and then turns to you, taking the next two.

“Yes.” He sighs, and you can see how tired he must be from running around so much.

“Do you need help?” You finally ask the question, eyes twinkling at him. Working alongside your bias was always a dream of yours, but you never thought it would become a reality as he hands you a black apron and you get behind the counter. He gives you a tutorial on preparing drinks, and you find out that you have a knack for it! Just as a large crowd appears, you and Tae get to work immediately, preparing drinks and conversing with customers for tips.

After his shift is supposedly over, you make him a drink. “Take a break, you’ve earned it.” You wipe a glass and place it on the shelf, and he sips his alcohol, watching you as you skillfully pour another drink for a customer.

You notice him staring, and your cheeks flush as he walks towards you with swagger, the same Kim Taehyung power you’ve seen plastered on articles all over the internet as a swing of his hips is all he needs to kill his audience.

“You are amazing. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” His eyes nearly pop out of his skull as he shakes the tips jar, and you greet him with a simple smile. He knew you were pretty but he didn’t know you were that good looking that people would tip more. He examines you more closely this time, seeing how you’re dressed in business casual, and how your makeup is done so it’s noticeable that you’re wearing some. You gulp when you see him licking your lips and staring at you, and Tae’s too caught up to even notice that you’re staring right back.

Taehyung was checking you out. He is checking you out and you have no clue how to react. Change the subject….!

“On another note, wasn’t there supposed to be another person here?” Tae blinks twice before snapping out of it.

“Yes, but his wife is delivering a baby so he had to leave early.” The flow of customers is a lot less now, and you both just ended up drinking yourselves and conversing as it got closer and closer to closing time.

“So Antonio is like the owner?” You ask, coughing as your throat burned from the last three drinks or so.

“He is, that’s why I’m getting paid for working overtime.” Tae is on his feet, and as customers leave, he is closing the blinds.

“Oh, that’s cool. But why don’t you just stay at home? Don’t you have a lot of money since Jin is the CEO of a company?” You twirl a glass in your hand, inspecting the little carvings a bit closely.

“I do, but I wanna do more than be a rich kid. So I started working on my own, and I made enough money to buy that penthouse that we live in. And now I want to save that money, hopefully one day I’ll be able to travel to France and start modeling.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. Of course, Tae would be a model. He has the perfect face and body for it. You feel a little sad, though, since BTS doesn’t exist here.

“Why France?”

“There are just more opportunities. I feel like I can’t fit in at Seoul’s top agencies. They’ll say I’m ugly or too fat, or something,” You fall face flat on the table, and Tae runs over to you in worry. “Are you okay?!” He shakes you and you come to your senses, feeling very dizzy.

“I think I drank too much.” In a daze, as he carries you back to the penthouse on his back, you start singing the chorus of Dionysus, “Da masyeo masyeo masyeo masyeo nae suljan ay, Da ppajyeo ppajyeo ppajyeo michin yesulgae, Han jan (one shot) du jan (two shots), Yesure chwihae bulleo ongheya! C’mon Tae sing your part!” You ruffle his hair and he cringes as he sets you down on the couch.

“I don’t know it.” He says, sitting next to you and taking Tan into his arms.

“Da masyeo masyeo masyeo masyeo nae suljan ay, c’mon.” He takes a deep breath and your eyes widen as you hear the familiar chorus.

“Da masyeo masyeo masyeo masyeo nae suljan ay, Da ppajyeo ppajyeo ppajyeo michin yesulgae….what comes next?” Just with two lines, you’re mesmerized.

“Mama, I’m in love.” And the next thing you know, you’re fast asleep.

“You’re so bad at drinking.” Tae laughs to himself as he tucks you into the bed, making sure you’re comfortable before moving onto the couch. He hates to admit it, but he thinks this February might’ve given him someone special.

The next morning, you don’t feel too good. You vomit into the toilet bowl, and you remove the makeup you were wearing all night. You sigh and check your phone to see some messages from Jin. You have a meeting in 30 minutes! You quickly get your shit together and run out of Tae’s bedroom. He already left for his work, and you see some waffles on the counter with a note on it.

“Here are some waffles, I made you some Tea too, in case you might be hungover - Tae.” You happily eat the food and down the tea before work. Today you are wearing something a bit more informal, since your closet is very empty and you are in need of some money. Hopefully Jin will agree to be your sugardaddy, seeing how sexy you look in this outfit. Wow, a little self-confidence goes a long way.

Just as you are about to open the door, Seokjin comes out by himself, fixing his tie again. You roll your eyes and you help him, as he stares at you with awe and surprise.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here so early.” “Why’s that? I work here now, don’t I?” You bat your eyelashes just to seem more appealing to him, as he gulps and explains the problem to you.

“Well, my past assistants ran away or quit relatively early because I’d slept with them or done something naughty that causes them discomfort.” You raise an eyebrow. Some women are weird. Unless they completely spelled it out that they didn’t want a relationship, Seokjin wouldn’t have acted that way. Honestly, some people are stupid. You say people because you aren’t entirely sure if Seokjin is limited to girls. Wouldn’t you like to know?

“Well, I’m a lot more clear-minded when it comes to stuff like that. I’ve hooked up with my boss at a job before in highschool, but that was just a one-time thing and we never talked about it. A couple months later, he got arrested because the cops found weed in his trunk.” You finish fixing his tie and you look up to meet eyes with him. “So trust me when I tell you that I want a professional relationship. Even if we fool around or end up sleeping in the same bed, I promise you that I won’t let that get in the way of work.” Jin licks his lower lip and then something shifts in his eyes, but you can’t tell what it is exactly because of his aura. He looks very boss-like and you wouldn’t mind if he flirted with you. I could honestly use the attention, since Tae is terrible at reading the mood.

“That is very mature of you, I understand that you must really want to keep your position?” You nod, replying with, “Yes, sir.” He nods approvingly and motions you to follow him into the office. Inside, you notice that his desk is covered in papers, files to be specific. Upon closer inspection, you find that those are the names of famous criminals, who are the most wanted in the whole of South Korea.

“These people are not to be messed with. Unfortunately, someone (ahem not naming names but Betty from HR cough cough) decided it would be a good idea to prank call all of these bastards, and now I am in charge of cleaning up this mess. I will need you to head the project and make peace with these people. Seeing how you stood up for yourself, I can tell that you are quite the wordsmith. I know that you can do this, that’s why I’m giving you such a hard and complicated task on the second day.” You blink twice, still taking in everything he said.

“And do I know these people?” You ask. He nods, and motions you to step forward.

“They are an infamous group of Bandits, who have a strong relation to each other, known as BTS.” You gawk, as Seokjin slides over his own file.

“But-how can? And Tae told you? B-BTS?” Your mind is blown, as he greets you.

“Welcome to our lair, my name is Seokjin Kim, aka “The Chef.” I like to kill clean and quickly, my style of assasination is the sword. The outer world thinks that I am a simple CEO and it is a simple coincidence that I have the same name as a Worldwide criminal,” You’re shook. “As for my six cohorts, no one suspects them either because we’ve never been caught, ya know?” It makes sense, as their pictures are slightly blurry and their faces are hidden.

“This is crazy. But that explains why Tae goes missing sometimes.” You yawn, suddenly feeling the urge to lay down.

“Here, have a snickers. Look, I’m not a bad guy, I just have a lot of money and I like making more. What do ya say? Would you like to join?” You shrug.

“Meh, I have nothing better to do anyways.” Jin starts chattering away as you both head down to the meeting room, where Jin is about to explain a huge operation to the team of hackers disguised as office workers.

“So, as of right now, we are going simply prepare a heist. No killing, just a simple jewelry store robbery.” You bite your lip in anxiety. Jin notices, so he asks you, “What’s wrong?” You lean and whisper back to him, “Aren’t they going to find out it was you, though?” Just as those words escape your mouth, every single person in the room starts laughing, and so does Jin. You were concerned about his safety and wellbeing but now you’re being ridiculed? Wow, that’s great.

“Honey, our boss never loses. He always gets in and gets out undetected, and if someone does notice, his knife’ll take em out.” Someone explains it to you.

“Wow, that’s cool.” As the team begins to brainstorm creative ideas, you wonder what Tae is doing at the moment. You never thought he was apart of a mafia or something, much less the boss’ younger brother. But it makes sense as to why he’s so rich.

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“And stay away from her.” Taehyung shoots down the man that was once his father, and he hugs the girl he calls his sister.

“Thank you, big brother.” He shakes his head, wiping her tears before guiding her out of the filthy apartment. It was about time before the bastard got what was coming to him. He has always been abusive, and Tae just barely made it in time. Just before the father raised the final hand on his sister, Tae shot the shit out of him, making sure he was dead before leaving. His sister followed him blindly, as she had nowhere to go. Jin may be their oldest brother, but he rarely even had time for Taehyung. How was he supposed to take care of Taylie when he couldn’t even take care of himself? It was because of Y/N he changed his ways. He loves himself now, whether he accepts it or not.

“Tae, I told her.” Is what he hears when he answers his phone. His eyes widen as he moves in a frantic manner. The confused 15 year old follows her brother, her footsteps picking up as Tae got closer and closer to the building.

“What’s wrong?” He stops. How was he to explain Jin’s condition to his sister? She’d probably faint or die from a heart attack first before that happens.

“I need to tell you something about Jin.”

The more time you spend with your boss, the more you understand how insane he is. He went as far as sending teams to stalk these criminals and keep tabs on them. All for the good of the company. But at the same time, you can’t ignore the rumors. The people in the office talked about his nervous habits and how he is crazy. You don’t want to believe them. But do you really have a choice?

“Jin!” Tae runs into the room, pushing the door wide open and greeting his older brother with worry.

“Tae, there you are. I was just explaining our little-”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Y/N, will you please come with me?” You follow Tae outside to the corridor, and he explains everything to you slowly. “Jin is ill. Ever since our father started abusing after out mom died he made up these crazy fantasies in his mind, all of which helped him create the company in the first place. He’s very very sick in the head, but he’s so smart! And that’s why he succeeded and heading the company. All while living out a fantasy that he is close with the most dangerous criminals in the area and that our friend circle consists of hackers, spies, and other super-minds.” You adjust your sleeves, rolling them up as the air suddenly becomes warm around you. “So you don’t go on huge heists or kill people?” You were right with one thing, but Tae couldn’t reveal his other truth to you.

“Not exactly. The workers here know about Jin’s situation, even deep down inside, Jin himself knows, but he pretends because this is his turf. And everyone plays along, because they get paid for it.” You look down and let out a bitter chuckle. Tae raises an eyebrow at you and you just can’t help but feel pathetic.

“That’s messed up,” You open your eyes and you look away as you walk towards the exit. “I’ll be leaving first. Let Jin know for me.” You don’t think you can face him now. He’s caught up in another world of make-believe and Tae just makes it worse by encouraging him. But damn, you understand because you would do the same for your sibling if you were in that position. Taehyung is a good brother.

“Tan-Tan, do you want the bone?” You lazily play with the puppy as he chases the toy in circles, following you with short stubby legs.The dog lets out a bark, giving up and panting, wagging his tail eagerly as you prepare to toss the chew toy in the air. “I’m so glad you can’t talk. If you could, you’d drive me insane.” You sadly confess it to the dog, as he walks around you, mindlessly searching for food. Sometimes, you just need someone to listen to you, without talking back, or telling you that you’re wrong.

“Hey, can we talk?” You sigh as you hear the familiar deep voice resonate throughout the room. Not left with much of an option, you turn and face him head-on, a small blush forming on your cheeks from your close proximity.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You trudge towards the sink and start doing the dishes, a dull routine that you’ve grown accustomed to with your time alone.

“I know it’s a terrible thing to do, but Jin is a lot better off this way! And-”

“Is this your place?” You raise your brow as a girl who looks to be a little bit younger than you stumbles into the penthouse, admiring the beauty of your home.

“Shit-I totally forgot. Taylie, meet Y/N, she’s my roommate.” She excitedly jumps onto one of the barstools, spinning around before reaching out to shake your hand.

“Um...who’s this?” Throughout all the chaos that happened between now and then, Tae totally forgot to explain the situation between his kid sister and dead father.

“I’m his sister.” She lazily jumps down and runs towards Yeontan, scooping the pomeranian in her hands and showering him with kisses. The poor dog struggles within her grip, trying to free himself from her tight hold.

“You never told me you had a sister.” You set down the dry dishes on the counter, walking out of the room and shutting the bathroom before Tae has a chance to say anything else.

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It had been a few days since you came out of the room. Grief took over your life, and Seokjin had stopped calling. It was the third day, and finally, someone had to pick the lock on your door to check in. You were miserable when he found you, none other than Hoseok, the dance studio owner. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been overjoyed to see him but things are much different now. You’re in a completely different world, with nothing else. Only BTS can help you, and now you’ve lost the chance after ditching Seokjin. The look of surprise on your face when Jin follows closely behind him is humorous, as the first thing he does is shove a cheese platter in your arms and demands you to eat, instead of being angry or upset that you missed work.

“Jin, why are you doing this?” Hoseok leaves you both alone for privacy, as you eat in peace.

“Before I am your boss, I am your friend, and hopefully your future brother in law.” You blush a little at his words, as he shoves a fork into your mouth again. You chew with all of your remaining strength.

“Okay, that’s not good enough. I was mad at Tae, for lying to you about something so important-”

“It’s a part of the game Y/N, if I’m happy, so is he.” You blink twice. Just a game, huh?

“I need to talk to him.” You try standing up but you fall on your face.

“You haven’t moved in three days, you’ll need to ease yourself back into it.” Then next time you will.

After working hard to get back into shape, you are finally able to talk to Taehyung. You finally saw things from his perspective, after talking to Jin. You understand, and you never want to let go. It wasn’t the plan, for you to fall into a depression that almost cost you your life. You’re glad Jin and Hoseok forced themselves into your room, and that Jin shoved cheese down your gullet. You’ll have to repay him, someday.

“Taehyung?” You call out for him. The apartment is seemingly empty, Yeontan is already fast asleep in his dog bed, and Taylie was on a cruise with Jin. You were supposed to volunteer at the dance studio with Jimin and Hoseok, but unfortunately due to an accident involving poop, the studio was temporarily shut down and everyone had to go home. Your phone had also died, so you couldn’t text Tae.

“Y/N…” You hear his voice, finally. He sounds out of breath though.

“Tae, I’m home.”

“F-fuck, I’m so close Y/N,” You freeze in your tracks, right outside of his room. Was he fantasizing about me? You feel a strange warmth spreading throughout your body. “Y/N!” With one long moan of your name, he cums, feeling oddly satisfied. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but you were the only person who could make him feel this way. But it’s so dirty and sinful, because you don’t even think of him like that. You’re lost in your own thoughts so much that you don’t even notice the door opening until it’s too late.

“Y/N?” You focus on the wall behind him. You can’t look into his eyes, the damage has been done. You can’t control yourself.

“Mmm?” He waves a hand in front of you.

“How long have you been standing there?” You shrug. Tae is sweating from nervousness, but then something within him snaps. His self-confidence creeps up on him. “Perhaps you heard me while I was having some fun on my own?” There it is again, the weird warmth in your stomach.

“It’s none of my business.” You push it away, since you can’t feel this way about the guy you’re living with.

“Awww, is my poor Y/N feeling left out?” You feel so powerless against him, like he’s controlling you.

“Y-yes.” Before you know it, his soft pink lips are on yours, moving in a syncopated rhythm that feels almost unnatural. But it feels so good.

“Did you know how much of an effect your tight little skirts had on me? God, I just wanted to push you onto the counter and fuck you right there for everyone to see.” Your cheeks flush a reddish pink color as he kisses down your neck. “And your tits, damn they look amazing in everything.” You mewl as he bites down, leaving a small mark on your collarbone.

“T-Tae…” He lets go, finally giving you everything your heart could desire. As he strips off the last few barriers between you, you feel more and more further away. He’s making you a wreck. It feels so right, though. Your brain is screaming for you to stop but your heart wants it.

“Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” You let out a small puff of air before groaning and letting your eyes roll back into your head.

“I want-no, I need you to fuck me Tae. Do it however you want, doggy, missionary, cupid’s, I don’t care! I need this.” He stares at you for a moment before deciding his next move.

“You sure?” His deep voice is unsure, and for a moment it causes you to doubt yourself.

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Get against the headboard. This is gonna hurt,” You feel the rush of adrenaline as he pins your hands up against your head and then lifts your legs. “I’m gonna prep you first, you’re gonna fee-”

“I know how sex works!” You blush slightly as he is taken aback by your outburst. “J-just do it.” You find yourself relaxing under his warmth, and his digits find their way inside you, right where you need him the most.

“Open up, let me see how pink you are,” You obey, feeling more flustered than before. “Ah, so beautiful. You’re so obedient too, tell me pet, do you like it when your master touches you like this?” A soft gasp escapes your lips as his fingers dive deeper into your folds, digging inside your pinkish cavern, looking for something more. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel like you’re floating on a cloud.

“M-master?” You snap back into reality as Tae’s words strike a chord within you.

“That’s right.” He looks so perfect, so ethereal, you’re once again lost in his beauty.

“If that’s how you like it, then I guess I have no choice but to submit, am I right?” His lips turn upward as he nods in approval.

“Now you’re getting it. How about letting Master have a taste, without cumming on my tongue, please?” You nod, parting your legs wider for him as he explores your throbbing bud again. You want to please him, just as much you are scared of what the consequences might be. After living with him for so long, it feels so natural and that is what really frightens you. How normal this feels.

“T-Tae, please, I have to c-”

“What’s my name?”

“Master.” You correct yourself, feeling more submissive towards him now.

“Good. Since you’ve been such a good girl, I suppose you shall have your reward,” You almost pass out from excitement as he pushes you against the headboard, and then he places his hands on your thighs, looking for a comfortable position with you on his knees. You’re surprised by how big his dick is, but it’s proportionate to his body, so you don’t have any complaints. It’s the perfect size, with a pinkish tip and hairless balls. The entire length is hairless, and upon closer inspection, you can’t find a single flaw on his body. “Can’t take your eyes off me, pet?” You catch yourself as you realize you were staring at him, with your mouth wide open and your heat is on fire. You won’t be able to hold out much longer, your body recoiling from being denied an orgasm.

“Sorry Master, you’re just so...perfect.” You smirk, as he prepares you for his cock. He grabs a bit of lube, before rubbing it down his length, and then he slowly slides into you, ever so gently, murmuring words of praise before being completely inside.

“You can move now.” With your permission, he starts. Slowly at first, but then the friction builds up, everything is hot. As he starts thrusting fully, stretching you out to your maximum capacity, shrieks and moans of pleasure reverberate through the room, and you’ve never felt so full in your life.

“Best fucking pussy I’ve had all year.” He groans, gripping your thighs tightly as he slams into you repeatedly.

“You’re so big!” You grip his back, holding on for dear life as he destroys your pussy.

“Your cunt takes me so well, I’m surprised I held off you for so long. What was I trying to achieve, by convincing myself that I didn’t love you?” He realizes his mistake as your shocked eyes meet his.

“You...love me?” He gulps, slowing down and reaching dangerously close to his climax.

“Y-yes.”

“I love you too.” You smile, feeling something being lifted from your chest.

“I’m close.” He kisses your nose, an intimate gesture he wouldn’t have thought of doing with you earlier.

“Me too.” You both release your knots at the same time, and as he lies down next to you, in the bed of sweat and sex, he feels true love. For the first time, Taehyung isn’t alone. It looks like he has a little bit of love for himself now.

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All Night Long

Aka Regarding Dean

Beyoncé- all night long

Pairing- Dean x Black Reader, Sam x Reader( Best friends),Kelly x Reader(best friends)

Warning- cursing (and the episode. Everybody and they mama know how emotional this episode was.)

Summary- Sam gets his Best Friend and Rowena’s help to find a powerful family of witches after Dean gets hit by a spell that is rapidly erasing his memory did I forget to mention that’s she Dean’s Ex. What could possibly go wrong.

Y/f- your father name

F/h-favorite hairstyle

Your thoughts in italics.

A Wounded man running through the forest as fast as he can. He is bleeding from a wound on his side. He stops to make a call. Cellphone ringing.

“You have to. No! Listen to me...Get out of there.” The man voiced into the phone.

Dean is seen running after the man. He sees the man stopped by a tree and fires a shot at him.

“Just go! Now!”he uttered.

The man runs off again, leaving behind a smear of blood on the tree. Dean appears again looking for the man. He sees where his bullet hit and the smear of blood. He hears a rustling sound and heads towards it gun drawn. He comes upon the man on one knee facing another tree.

“You people. You never learn, do you? Always trying to run. “ Dean Announced.

The man turns around, and we see that he has carved something into the tree which is beginning to glow with a purple light.

“Dearmad!” The man yells.

There is a flash of purple and Dean is knocked to the ground unconscious.

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Somewhere in upstate New York

A beautiful two-story yellow wrap around porch house that sits near a lake is where Y/n and Kelly are currently living to hide from supernaturals.

Kelly currently sitting down in a rocking chair in the living room with Y/n sitting on the couchWatching TV. ”It’s been bugging me for the past two days what’s going on with you and our neighbor I saw how he was lookin at you another day.” Kelly Announced unexpectedly to Y/n.

“Nothing and even if I wanted someone else I would look for similarities to Dean in them and that’s not fair.” Y/n replied in a calmly tone.

“You’re still love him” Kelly stated instead of asking.

“He still leaves messages of what’s going on with him, Sam and Cas.” Y/n said with a Controlled smile dodging Kelly’s question with ease.

“I was doing some reading on Angel Lore and found out that I’m going to die given brith.”

“Kelly.-“

“No this was my choice he is going to need mother and I want you to be his.”

“Kelly let’s worry about names before you give me The responsibility of taking care of a child ok” Y/n Informed Thoughtfully.

“I was thinking Y/f after my best friend father” Kelly Happily declared.

“No no you don’t have to do that what about Jack after my best friend father. “ Y/n replied with a kool-Aid smile.

“Ow.” Kelly grunted.

“Are you ok is something wrong” Y/n rushes to Kelly.

“It’s nothing he’s kicking I think he likes that name Jack “Kelly replied with a fond look.

Y/n smiles hiding her uneasiness.

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Eureka Springs,Arkansas

Dean is laying on the ground. There is a rabbit sitting beside him. Dean wakes up suddenly, looking hung over.

“Ohh...”Dean starts to sit up a bit, brushing leaves out of his face.”Ugh.”He looks down and sees the rabbit. “Hey, buddy” He moves the rabbit behind him and stands up. “Mm. Ah. Wow.” He looks around, unsure of where he is. He pulls out his phone to make a call and sees the screen is badly cracked and his phone no longer works.“Oh, come on.”

He turns around and sees a walking path not far from where he's standing. There are several people walking/jogging along it.

“And I was like, "Andy, the dog's vegan." The women with a stroller exclaimed to whoever she was on the phone with.

“Hey. Hey.” Dean said trying to get the ladies attention.

“How could you give him–“ The woman finally notices Dean.“Excuse me. Do you mind if I– “. Woman gasps and recoils from Dean. She reaches into her purse hanging off the stroller and hands Dean some money. “Wha-“

“Just don't buy a drink.” The women answer. The woman's baby makes some noises as she starts walking away. “I-I know, Stacey.”The women remarked.

“Huh” Dean said in a courteous manner. Dean looks around again and sees a man jogging towards him with a dog. He walks up to him to talk. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Excuse me.” Dean Announced making The man stops jogging.

“Look, uh, uh, I'm not a – not a bum, okay?” Dean started. The man removes his ear buds to hear Dean. “Just somebody who really needs to use a phone. Do you mind?” Dean asked.

The man hesitates, and then unplugs his headphones and hands Dean his phone.

“Great. Thank you.” Dean said with a note of relief. Dean walks a short amount away from the man to make his phone call.

“Okay.”Dean dials a number and the phone starts ringing. Sam's phone light up with a phone call. Sam picks up.

“Hello?” Sam questioned”

“Sam?” Dean replied.

Sam is relieved to hear from Dean, and concerned about where he's been all night.

“Dude, where the hell have you been?” Sam wondered. Dean looks around the park confusedly, and at the man jogging in place.

“I’m not really sure about that.”

“You—Well, where are you now?”

Dean looks around again.

“I'm not real sure about that either. I, um... “ Dean replied. He hears truck horns blaring and sees a Waldo's Waffles sign.

“Oh. Ha ha. I'm starvin'. How you feel about waffles?” He Asked Sam.

Sam makes a confused noise. “What?”

“Dumb question. Right. What psycho doesn't love waffles?” Dean grinned. Sam is totally confused by what Dean is saying.

“ I mean, they're fluffy. You got the little pockets full of syrup. You just cover 'em in whipped cream. Am I right? Anyway, meet me at Waldos', okay?” Dean explained then hangs up and gives the phone back to the jogger. Sam is very confused and tries to say something, but Dean has already hung up. “Hey—Ma–.”

The murmur of quiet conversations and the door closing as Sam walks in and heads towards Dean, who is sitting at the counter, eating waffles. Dean turns towards Sam and feels disappointed that he doesn’t see Y/n as he walks up to the counter. “Oh. Hey, did you bring any, um...” Dean grimaces and motions to his head.

Sam holds up and shakes a pill bottle.”Yes.” Dean beamed grabs the pill bottle as Sam sits down next to him.

“Sounded like you could use it.” Sam noted as Dean opens the pill bottle.

“Oh, man.”

“Rough night?”

“Rough morning.” Dean answered takes the pills out of the bottle and takes them with his coffee. Sam watches him bemusedly.

“Wh-What happened? I mean, you just went out to get some food.” Sam stammered.

“I don't know.” Dean murmured.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“I-I guess I blacked out. And judging from this hangover, it was epic.”Dean motions to his head.

“Well, I tried to call you.” Sam Told Dean.

“Um....”Dean pulls out his destroyed cell phone and holds it up for Sam to see. “Oh.” Dean tosses his phone on the counter. “Not sure how that happened.”

“Great.” Sam pulls out his own phone. “All right, well, I'll text Mom, make sure she knows to get a hold of me in case of emergency. And Cas, in case he tracks down Y/n and Kelly.

Dean's face screws up in confusion at the mention of Kelly. Sam looks at Dean incredulously. “The mother of Lucifer's love child? Also the one you made Y/n chose over you.” Sam told Dean.

Dean suddenly remembers who Kelly is. “Right. Right. Yes, the Devil baby mama drama.” Dean grins, looking quite amused with himself. “Say that five times fast. Devil baby mama drama.”

Sam turns towards Dean and glances at the plate of waffles he's eating and the one that just arrived. “All right, Dean, you know, uh, you had a good run, but maybe let's pump the brakes a little bit. I mean, you're not 20 anymore.” Sam voiced.

Dean just stares at Sam for a moment. “Okay, one, the Rat Pack partied till the day they died. And B, I can still kick your ass.” Dean answered turns to face the front again and takes another bite of waffle. Sam scoffs at him. Dean, with his mouth still full calls for more waffles. As he does so, a group of young women enters. One of them appears to recognize Dean before joining the rest of the group which has sat down.

“Mm. Got a man who needs some waffles down here.” Dean called out.

“ –Oh, no. I'm—I'm fine. I'm...” Sam noted.

“You can just take these if you want.” Dean said pushes a plate of waffles towards Sam.

Sam puts his hand up to get the bill, and checks his watch. “No, Dean. Look, the morgue opens in, like, 10 minutes.” Sam shared as Dean takes a sip of his coffee and again looks confused.

“The morgue?” Sam stares at him.

“The autopsy results. Are you still drunk?” Sam questioned. Dean turns his head slightly towards Sam, but doesn't look at him. “I don't think so.” Dean stated as Sam leans over and sniffs Him.

“All right, our—our case?” Sam began. “The dead guy, throat stuffed full of money. Any of this ring a bell?”

Dean seems to remember what Sam is talking about and is nodding his head. “Right, yes. Right. Um...the accountant. Barry Gilman.” Dean replied.

“Right.”

“Right.”Dean turns towards Sam. “Uh, and you think he got his ticket punched by a demon.” Dean proposed.

“Maybe.” Sam guessed.

“Okay, but when we went over to his place yesterday, we got a whole bunch of jack and a little bit of squat. There was no hex bags, no EMF, no sulfur, which means no case.” Dean replied turns back to his waffles as Sam sighs deeply.

“Yeah, but if it's not a case, then what is it?” Sam stated while Dean picks up his coffee and turns back to Sam.

“I don’t know. Death by money? You know, maybe the guy got whacked by, uh, some mob dude with an ironic sense of humor. “ Dean said taking a sip of coffee. Sam chuckles and turns.

“All right. Well, I'm gonna go scope out the body. If you wanna spend some more alone time with, uh, your waffles...all right. Have fun.” Sam disclosed and gets up from the counter. The group of women that previously walked in, with the one woman turned to face the boys.

Dean wipes his mouth with a napkin and turns to get up as well and follow Sam.

“Fine, hold up.” Dean called to Sam and he turns to Dean and motions to the counter.

“Did you pay?” Sam queried then Dean stops and reaches for his wallet.

“Oops, no. Right.”

“You got it?” Dean tosses some cash on the counter. Behind him we see the girl from the group approaching.

“I got it.” Dean said.

“This is last night ” Said The woman looks angry. She then smacks him across the face and storms back to her friends. Sam gives Dean a questioning look, watches the girl as she walks away and then looks back at Dean. Dean stands there for a moment, then nods once.

“Yep. Epic night.” Dean said in a dry tone.

Dean walks past Sam out of the restaurant. Sam stares after him.

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Y/n is outside in the backyard chopping wood when her neighbor Nathan Jones Mr. Tall, dark, handsome. He kind of puts you in a reminder of Superman and not the Superman Returns but the Man of Steel.” Hey how are you” Nathan said walking up to Y/n.

“Good just chopping up some logs trying to clear my head. You.” Y/n said in a Casual tone.

“Oh nothing I was just about to head into town and thought you might need somethings.”

“Oh wow Thank you Nat that’s so sweet” Y/n grinned as she stop chopping wood to really look at Nathan.

“I realize you don’t like to leave Kelly alone so I thought I would help you out” Nathan finished looking at Y/n with sincere written all over his face.

Y/n hugs Nathan. “You’re the best um I’ll get you a list and then when you get back I’ll pay you back” Y/n promised.

“Or you could pay me back with a date tonight we don’t even have to go out I’ll cook for you.”Nathan said in a flirtatious way.

” You can cook.” Y/n Breathed out.

“I’m a man of many talents.” he answered smirking at Y/n.

Y/n giggled uncontrollably.

What the actual hell is wrong with me.

Y/n looks up at Nathan.

Maybe I should let Dean go.

”I would love too” Y/n beamed at Nathan.

“So seven” he replied.

“Seven is perfect.” Y/n said in a soft voice smiling.” I’ll go get that list for ya.” Y/n said walks in the house getting a grocery list Kelly already made and walks back outside to Nathan and hands it to him.

“Well I better get going I’ll see you later” Nathan told Y/n before walking away.

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Driving up to the morgue Sam and Dean gets out the. Car Sam proceed to walk into the morgue but Dean hangs back and Sam notice.

“You coming”Sam asked Dean.

”Ya I’ll be in an minute I have to find my badge.”Dean lied trying to be alone.

“Ok I’ll head in” Sam replied as he walks inside the morgue.

As soon as Sam disappears into the morgue Dean pulls out his phone and dial Y/n’ number. Dean waits for the voicemails to hear her voice because he knows she will never answer the phone not anymore.

“It’s Y/n leave a message.”

“Hey I was just calling to um I don’t know I was going to but-“ Pauses.“I miss you I didn’t realize how much I missed you until this, morning when I saw Sam walking into Waldo’s alone and him remind me why you left. I hope there’s a part of you that listens to the messages I..I gotta go.” Dean said in a sad grimace hang up the phone. Clearing his throat so he won’t sound too emotional when he walks into the morgue.

The body of an older man on an autopsy table with his upper torso uncovered. The boys are in their FBI suits standing beside the body. One of the morgue staff walks in carrying a box with evidence from the body in it. She hands it to Sam and turns to leave.

“Hey.” Dean said getting Sam’s attention

Sam takes the box the staff member is holding.

“Uh, thank you.” Sam said to the morgue staff.

“Great. We’ll let you know if we need anything else. Thanks.” Dean said. The staff member leaves, closing the door behind her. Dean looks slightly uncomfortable.

Sam places the box on a stand beside the body. “All right.” Sam Asserted as he begins looking through the autopsy report. “So cause of death was suffocation. Officially.”

“Okay. We already knew that.” Dean told Sam.

"See evidence bag B 1-4." All right.” Sam replied puts the report down and opens the box and looks through the bags in the box, which all contain items that are covered in blood.

Dean cringes and turns away. “Ugh. Mm.”

Sam pulls out a bag full of very bloody money. Dean looks like he may throw up.

“Huh.”

Sam turns and shows the bag of money to Dean.

“Says they pulled all this from his stomach.”. Sam answered as Dean is trying to avoid looking at the bag while trying not to throw up.

“Mm-hmm – Mm. Big breakfast.”Dean Breathed lookin briefly at the bag and then turns away covering his mouth. “Okay.”

Sam looks at Dean and turns to put the money back in the box. “All right.” Sam noted.

Dean continues to make gagging sounds while Sam looks through the box. He finds a small bag with a small pink hex bag inside. “Mm. Ugh.”

“Well, well.” Sam started as he takes the bag with the hex bag inside out and shows it to Dean. “You were saying about an ironic mobster?”

Dean sees the bag and sighs. “All right, so...a witch force feeds old Barry here a hex bag and then casts a spell.”

“Yeah, a spell that pumps him so full of cash, he dies choking on it.”Sam said turning and puts the bag back in the box.

“Ugh. Witches.” Dean murmured as Sam picks up the report again and looks through it. “Well, I guess it's true what they say. Mo' money, mo' problems. Right?” Dean proclaimed smiles and chuckles to himself and walks past Sam and out, as Sam just stares after him.

“I hope you're still drunk.” Sam mused follows Dean out.

The boys leaving the morgue and walking to the car. “So why would somebody want Barry dead? I mean, what, did he screw up a tax return?”Dean questioned.

“He's actually more of a money manager.”Sam explained.

“Well, whatever he was, looks like he, uh certainly made one hell of a...uh... “Dean trailed off. Sam stops and looks at Dean he tries to remember what word he's looking for.

“Enemy?”Sam finished for Dean.They reach the car and continue talking briefly before getting in.

“Enemy. Yeah. Those guys.” Dean murmured.

“Maybe he blew the wrong person's savings.” Sam wondered.

“All right, well, let's check out his clients.” Dean disclosed as he fumbles around with his keys.

“Which one? Barry worked for the richest families in town.” Sam questioned as they both open the doors and get into the car. Dean is sitting in the drivers seat looking through his keys as though he doesn't know which one he needs. Sam watches in disbelief.

“Wow. Man, you were serious about epic. It's the square one.” Sam joked.

Dean seems slightly confused.“Yeah. I know.” Dean inclined.

“You-“ Sam started.

Dean starts the car and puts it in gear. He looks behind him, getting ready to back out. He gives it gas and ends up going forward and crashing into 2 newspaper boxes, where a woman is looking at a paper. Sam looks up startled.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean said in a casual tone.

“Come on!” The lady yelled.

“What the...” Sam voiced.

“Really?!” The lady said with Fire.

“Sorry! Our fault. I... “ Sam explained as he looks at Dean in shock. Dean seems to be quite confused as to what's going on.

“R for "reverse," Dean.” Sam commented to Dean as he just sits there confused occasionally looking up at Sam. He seems unable to focus on what Sam is saying or to what's going on around him.

“Listen, man, I-I know we haven't had it easy lately. This thing with the Devil's kid, getting tossed into West Guantanamo and Y/n leaving makes me wanna crawl into a bottle, too, sometimes, but...dude, you're wrecked.”

Dean's gaze is wandering and unfocused.

“And we got a case to work so get it together, all right?” Sam made public but Dean doesn't respond.

“Dean? Dean?” Sam called.Dean looks up and turns towards Sam.

“Who's Dean?” Dean question and Sam looks very confused and concerned.

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Y/n is getting ready for her date looking at reflection in the mirror as Kelly waddles into her room.

“You look Smokin hot is you getting all dolled up for neighbor boy.” Kelly beamed as she looks at Y/n’s hair it’s in her F/h. Y/n’s outfit a Black leather jacket with a red and black shirt and blue jeans, and some Dr. Martens Hurston Chelsea Boot.

“Yes I am he asked me out on a date. He’s going to cook for me” Y/n squealed.

Once again what the hell is wrong with me... maybe it’s about food and I’m not cooking it ya let’s go with that.

Phone rings that pulls Y/n out her thoughts as she goes to see who’s phone is ring. It her’s she answers it without checking who’s calling.

“Hello?” Y/n questioned.

“Y/n?” Sam questioned standing outside his and Dean motel room.

“Sam?”

“I honestly didn’t think you would answer....I’m glad you did.”

“In all honestly I didn’t see who called I thought it was Nat.”

“Nat who’s Nat?” Sam wondered in a curious tone.

Y/n chuckled. Man I miss Sam.”He’s a friend”

“Hmm well I called you to tell you that um Dean in trouble he’s losing his memory. I know that you left because of Dean but it would mean a lot to me if you could come to Eureka Springs,Arkansas.” Sam asked.

“I’ll be there.”

Sam is Flabbergasted he didn’t think it would be that easy.“Thank you Y/n.”

“You don’t need to thank me Yosemite I will always be here for you.” Y/n said with a fond look. ”I’ll be there as soon as possible bye.”

Y/n hangs up the phone then finds Kelly.

Kelly is sitting in her Rockingchair.

“Hey Um something came up and I have to go to Arkansas.” Y/n revealed.

“Why what happened.” Kelly asked in a small panicky voice.

“Dean he is in trouble and Sam needs my help it’s bad Dean is losing his memories and Sam worried that Dean will become and empty shell.”

“Ok do what you have to do.” Kelly said hiding the disappointment in her voice.

“You can come with me if you want you’ll just be stuck in inside the Hotel room until all of this is over.” Y/n Remarked.

“No no I’ll be fine here.” Kelly insisted As she gets up from her Rockingchair and walks away from Y/n.

“Kelly what’s wrong.” Y/n asked as she follows her.

“Y/n what if they put a tracking device on you. What if they follow you back to me-.”

“Sam is like a brother to me and if anything ever happened to him when he called and asked me for my help I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I won’t let them find you OK you have my word on that and my word is my bond” Y/n answered.

“Just be safe.” Kelly replied trying to hide her worried.

“Of course I am I’ll be back before you know it.” Y/n said getting ready to walk out the door but Kelly’s voice stops her.

“What about your date with Nathan.”

“Damn it that is to nights.”

“What are you going to tell him.”

“The truth someone I care about is in trouble and they need my help.” Y/n said as she walks out the door closing early she walks over to Nathan’s house she knocks on his door anxiously waiting for him to open it

Right when I’m about to mover on Dean Winchester ruins it-

Y/n thoughts gets cut off as Nathan opens the door.

“Your early I just about to start cooking looking amazing” Nathan Announced

“I really like you Nat but something came up someone I care about is in trouble and they need my help.”

“Ya it’s ok go be there for then.” Nathan answered.

Y/n smiles and kiss Nathan on the cheek.

“As soon as I get back I’m cooking you dinner thank you for understanding I got to go.” Y/n told Nathan then walks away.

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“I told you, I'm fine.” Dean Announced to Sam as he walks into their motel room.”What were you do out there?” Dean asked wondering what took Sam so long to get into there room.

“Nothing nothing...Dean, you forgot your own name.

“For a second. Okay, yeah, that was weird.”Dean commanded as he walks over to one of the beds and takes his jacket off.

Sam closes the door and walks towards Dean.

“All right, look, we know we're dealing with a witch, right? Maybe you got hexed.” Sam pointed out as Dean takes his jacket and gun off and tosses them on the bed.

Dean turns to Sam in slight amusement.”Dude...If a witch got a clear shot of me, I would be dead, okay? I wouldn't be freakin', uh...Dory. “ Dean explained.

“Dory?” Sam asked Dean.

“I'm not gonna apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.” Dean declared.

“Right. Okay. All right. If you're doing so well, name all the members of Bon Jovi.”Sam insisted.

Dean scoffs.”Okay. Uh, we talkin' circa 1983?” Dean began.

“Sure.” Sam agreed.

“Done. We got Bon Jovi.” Dean pauses, unable to remember the rest.”Whatever. This is stupid. Sam, I'm fine. Okay?”Dean disclosed turning and walks back towards the bed.”I feel great. Look, Uh... “Dean stated.He turns and picks up his gun and looks back at Sam.”This is a gun.” He pointed out dropping the gun back down and points to his coat. “This is a coat.” He walks over to the lamp in their room and gestures at it. “This is a...a...a...light stick.”Dean noted.

Sam is startled at Dean being unable to remember the proper word then Sam pulls off the sticky note and stands up. He walks over to the lamp and puts the sticky note on it. It says Lamp.

“Fine, but until you get better...”Sam told Dean as he looks at the note and snaps his fingers.

“Lamp. Right. So close.” Dean commented.

A poker game taking place in what looks like a server room of sorts. Rowena is playing with 3 men. He pushes all his chips to the center of the table.

“Shall we end the suspense?” One of the man said laying his cards down and Rowena lays her cards down and they are much better than the man's.

She laughs.”What's that? Six in a row? Beginners luck.” Rowena commented.

She reaches over the table to pull all the chips towards her. Her cell phone rings as she's collecting her chips. She looks at the number and excuses herself from the men to take the call.

“Oh. Gentlemen, if you don't mind.”Rowena Asked walking a short distance away and answer the call.

“I'm a wee bit occupied at the moment. Rowena shared.

“Yeah, well, we need your help, Rowena.” Sam revealed.

“Oh, really?” Rowena answered.

“Come on, man. Rowena? I mean...” Dean trailed off. Dean is inspecting the mini fridge as Sam speaks to Rowena.

“Yes. Really.” Sam confirmed.

“Hey?” Dean called out and Sam turns to Dean.

“Tiny vodkas. Score.” Dean grinned and Sam shakes his head.

“Am I saved to your contacts now? Tell me. Have I got my own ringtone?” Rowena wondered.

“This is serious. Look, I think Dean's been hexed okay? He—He's been forgetting things.” Sam announce.

Rowena turns to look back at the poker game as she speaks.“Maybe he's just drunk. Oi!” Rowena question.

“He's not drunk.” Sam answered.

Dean picks up the ice bucket and points inside it. “We need ice.” Dean announced as he continues pointing at the bucket. Sam just shakes his head at him and ignores him.

“We could do a memory spell. But did his hair fall out? His body too?” Rowena made public.

“What?” Sam questioned.

“From the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll?” Rowena asked with a curious tone.

Sam looks grossed out at the thought of that. “I don’t know. Uh, and I'm not checking either.”bSam avowed.

“Rules out a mnemonic curse. The obliviate spell wipes the memory clean over time, but it's intricate magic. I... “ Rowena started.

“How do I break it?” Sam asked.

“Theoretically? Kill the witch. Or true love kiss so you know you would have to talk to right.” Rowena declared.

“Ya got it. She already on her way” Sam answered.

“how do you pull that one off” Rowena wondered.

“Y/n still cares about me and Dean so of course she’s going to help if one of us is in danger now I got to go.” Sam replied hanging up the phone and turns to talk to Dean only to find out that Dean has left to get ice.

“All right. So...Dean? Dean!” Sam said in a small panicky voice running out of the motel room and looks around outside.

“Dean!” Sam shouted as He runs up to the second level and keeps looking.

“Dean?” Sam called out as he walks around a corner and finds Dean trying to get into another room with the ice bucket tucked under his arm.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam Queried then Dean turns to look at Sam.

“Getting ice. What are you doing?” Dean asked Sam.

“That's not our room.” Sam commented.

Dean looks around confused and then shrugs and walks away.”All these dumps look the same.” Dean replies as they start walking back down to their room.

“So this spell, I'm stuck in some sort of "Memento" crap?” Dean Stressed.

“Right. The fix sounds fairly simple. You just find the witch who did it and kill it or true love kiss.

“Oh, Halle-freakin'-lujah but there’s no way Y/n coming to help us so plan a kill the freakin’ witch.” Dean noted.

“So Y/n is your true love?” Sam Asked and Dean gives Sam a look that can only mean shut up.

“Right well I think you got hexed last night.” Sam revealed

“Yeah?” Dean Asked.

“Yeah. We need to retrace your steps. All right, think.” Sam replied as they stop just outside of their room. “What's the last thing you remember you did?” Sam questioned.

Dean thinks about it and the taps the ice bucket and opens the lid. “Uh...I got some ice.” Dean replied.Sam looks frustrated with Dean.

The boys looking around Barry Gilman's office again.

“Okay, from yesterday, the last thing I kinda sorta remember is us being here in um... “Dean trailed off. He snaps his fingers to try and remember as he wanders over to the desk.

“...guy's office. Uh...” Dean mumbled.

Sam is looking through shelves in front of the desk.”Barry Gilman.” Sam informed.

“Yes. And...we were here and we were, uh, we were looking for leads.” Dean pointed out, as He opens a red lacquered box on the desk and finds cigars inside. He takes one and puts it in his coat chuckling. Sam is now standing in the middle of the office. “Yeah. Douche tax.” Dean claimed.

“Yeah, you did that yesterday, too. All right, come here.”Sam answered.

Sam walks over to a wall with pictures on it. Dean joins him there.“Check these out. Do these shake anything loose, these pictures.”Sam Asked.

Dean looks at the pictures. He seems to look at one a couple times, but doesn't remember anything. Then Dean looks over at one photo in particular of the accountant and another man in a blue jacket. “No. None of them.” Dean noted.

“Okay, think hard. What happened next? I went to hit the lore. You went out for a burger. So... “ Sam trailed off.

Sam looks hopefully at Dean.“So....” Dean shrugged.

Dean gets frustrated that he can't answer.��What do you want me to say? I-I ate 'em?”Dean questioned.

Sam is getting frustrated with the lack of information.“Okay, okay. You know what? It's not a big town. How many burger joints can there be? Come on.” Sam stated as they walk out of the office.

Hailing a taxicab Y/n pulls out her phone and texts Sam.

Y/n- I’m here

Sam feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he reachers for it and see it’s a text from Y/n.

“Hold on.” Sam called out to Dean as he is about to walk into a pub then calls Y/n.

“How did you get here so fast” Sam questioned.

“I got on a plane three hours and seventeen minutes so where am I going?” Y/n told Sam.

“Meet us at Blue Boar” Sam replied.

“Ok I’ll be there in ten.”Y/n informed hanging up the phone getting in to the taxicab.

“Blue Boar please.” Y/n told the cab driver.

Part 2

#dean x black reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x black! reader #black! reader

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cocoaberi · 4 years

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The Doll Father

She lay naked and bloody on the forest floor. Her eyes so swollen she could barely see anything. Her head pounding and her body pulsing with pain all over. She wanted to scream but could only grunt. Her throat was soar she remembered from being choked nearly to death. He meant to kill her...she was for sure he intended to kill her now.

Earlier this very day he invited her to the woods for a picnic. He proposed to her and put a ring on her finger. He looked up at her triumphantly...then she said "No" and handed him back his ring. She was sorry for refusing him...but she knew they were not meant for each other. She turned around to go home when he snatched her by the hair and slamming her delicate body to to the ground. Jumping on top of her, he punched her in the face three times. At this point her mind and body were in shock, she could not move but she could still feel. She was aware vaguely of being stripped, then angrily assaulted, cursed and choked until he had his fill of her. Spitting on her seemingly lifeless body, he walked away.

Nine months later, her body mostly healed and now big with child, she sat on the porch with her rescuer and friend, peeling potatoes. He looked over at her and smiled. She sensed him looking at her and looked him in his painted eyes and smiled back. Her friend, Ash, was a peculiar thing...a man made out of wood a doll actually. She did not know if he was magical or cursed, she did know that she loved him for saving her and her unborn child.

Ashe's smile widened as his eyes stayed on his lady, Lena's face. She blushed under his gaze, then shyly asked, "What are you thinking about?" He was thinking of making her his wife, of being one with her. He wanted to raise her child as his own. He was thinking of them as a family. Loudly sighing he finally replied, "I was thinking ...what are you cooking me for supper?" She looked a little stunned then laughed and threw a potato at him. "Fine" she said with laughter still in her voice , keep your dirty thoughts to yourself! She tried to stand up from her chair when she felt a sudden pain and water gushing down her inner thighs. She screamed,"Ashe!" but before she could finish his name he had her in his arms running her to the midwife's house. She looked into Ashe's face as he carried her and her unborn child away thru the woods. He was moving at an inhuman speed with inhuman strength but then he was not human. Still she felt no fear in the arms of this living doll. She peacefully closed her eyes as they neared the midwife's home.

Lena was putting the finishing touch on their son's birthday cake. Ashe sat in a chair near the fire...but not too close. He sat quietly thinking of the night he ran his now wife and son to the midwife. He watch his boy being delivered...he shook his head in disbelief of his good fortune to have a beautiful loving wife and wonderful adoring son. He smiled at her as she fussed over the cake. Lena looked up and caught his eyes on her. She smiled back at him. She thought of how wonderful a husband and father he has been. They married soon after their son's birth. The midwife, Sarah, performed the ceremony. They did not have a "traditional" marriage. Lena was so brutally rapped that she was unwilling to have intercourse and Ashe, did not come equip with the tools to perform, but that did not matter they loved each other beyond physical limits and expectations. She knows she should have died naked and alone on that forest floor, yet she was blessed with an abundant life. She never took that for granted.

Gently shaking her head out of deep thoughts she called in their son, "Woodward!" Ashe got up and stood by his wife. Their son walked into the room..."Yeah mom what is it?" he then saw the birthday cake. He hugged and kissed them both then sat at the table ready to eat cake. They laughed and talked about everything and anything well into the wee hours. Ashe marveled at how tiny and precious his son was 20 years ago, now he was a big handsome strapping young man. Ashe taught him much about fighting and hunting. He was a frighteningly fast learner. Ashe was most proud of teaching his son to be respectful and polite toward others and to not pick on the weak. He watched his boy grow over the years with a great sense of pride and honor. He could never have imagined a wooden doll like him, would become a father.

Woodward wanted to make a name for himself and help support his aging parents. Though he was an only child when everyone of his friends had many siblings and he had a father that was mysterious and frightening to others always cloaked and covered in public, the boy had a great childhood.

Two weeks after his birthday he packed his bags and kissed his mom and dad goodbye to find his glory. Their son did make a name for himself. His hunting and fighting skills were unmatched, thanks to his father's lessons. Soon he caught the attention of the King and the eye of the king's daughter. Woodward sent a message and carriage for his parents. A messenger read the letter, " Dear mom and dad...I am getting married and you are invited. I want you to attend the wedding and pack up all your things and move into the palace with me. Your loving son Woodward."

Ashe and Lena arrived at the palace a few days later. They loved their old home but it was falling apart so a new home was just what they needed. They had a guided tour of the palace and met the countless staff and assistants. Finally they met their son and his bride to be. Woodward's eyes searched for his loving parents as they were ushered into the room. He recognizing them immediately...his mother older and more beautiful and plump than ever. His dad tall and threatening with his concealing cloak on. Woodward always understood why he had to wear it ...to hide his body from prying eyes else he and his parents could have been accused of being demons and witches and burned alive by a mob. Woodward was happy he could finally take care of his parents for all the wonderful things they did for him. He proudly lead them to meet his boss the King himself.

Upon entering the King's chambers, the king turns to greet his future son-in-law and parents when his face drains of color...at that instance Lena's face crumples and looks like she will scream. Ashe's face is full of rage. The king approaches Lena and looks at her as if she is a ghost. He stands stunned and stuck to the floor. He mutters over and over ..."I thought you were dead." Ashe no longer able to contain his fury, He did not know this man, but his wife's reaction when she saw his face, spoke clearly that he was the man who had rapped her nearly 30 years ago. Ash in a rage grabs the king and slams him against the wall and pounds his face and chest. Woodward pulls his dad off the king...horrified and confused he yells out, "What is going on?" Lena explains to her son that the King is the man that assaulted her those many years ago. She begins to cry, "I'm so sorry I did not tell you about it, but I wanted to forget about it all. He told me his name but he apparently lied about it to conceal who he really was. I'm so sorry my son". Ashe, stood up beside his son too...sorry my boy. I never met this man but I have always hated him for what he did to your mother. I could not help myself, he deserved to hurt like her those many years ago. Woodward smiled at his parents and looked at the King, "Is this true King?" he asked knowing it was already truth. The king nodded as he spit bloody teeth out of his mouth. The King ordered Woodward and his parents to stay put until he was well enough to talk. Within a month they were called to the court again. The Majesty, ordered them to not speak. He stood up before them and said quietly, "Please let me speak without interruption." He looked at Lena and remembered her before and after his horrific attack on her, "You know Lena I really did love you. Your refusal sent me into an abyss of sorts. I could not see you being with anyone but me. I wanted to kill you and I almost did."He looked at his son Woodward, "My son, I knew who you were the moment I saw you. I did not know who your mother was but I knew you were mine...because you looked just like my older brother before..." The king stopped abruptly and smiled. "Son, you can still marry my daughter she is not a child of my loins...she was adopted and beloved as a daughter but not a daughter. It seems Lena gave birth to my only true heir... you." The King walked slowly over to Ashe as he rubbed his jaw remembering the blows he took from the wooden man. The king laughed, "You know only my elder brother could hit me like that. It's time I bring my big brother back. The king waved his hand and Sarah the midwife stood suddenly before them. Gasps followed her unexpected magical visit and regal appearance. The King looked at Sarah and said sadly, "Sarah bring my brother home, he is the true king after all." Sarah immediately stepped forth on the king's orders and kissed Ashe on the lips so fast no one knew what happen. The cloak that concealed Ashes wooden body from public eyes fell away ....and everyone was shocked to see a wooden doll standing before them who was magically replace with a tall man that looked very much like the king. Sarah took Ashe by the shoulders and forced him to look at her as he tried to make sense of what happened. She shook him a little , " Ashe...your brother wanted the kingdom so much that he bound me to a deal that turned you into a wooden man and erased your past. I watched over you though. You saved Lena and made a family and happy home when you should have had nothing. The King put the crown on Ashe's head and all the people said , long live the king!

I could not sleep and decided to write this...it needs lots of changing I just did not want to loose my thoughts on it. will update it soon.

#story #fairytale #doll #wooden man

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jocazep · 4 years

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In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 3

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

Taglist: Open until further notice!

Series Masterlist

Chapter Three - Coming Clean

Curtis had been having trouble sleeping. The red letter had stopped coming for a while, since the last one that spelled out the name of the security expert locked in the prison section three cars ahead. Like Gilliam said, their fate depended on this person. But how do they get to the prison section? He’s been counting the seconds every time the guards came to dispense protein blocks, and without fail, the three doors would start to close after four seconds. He turned on his narrow bed. Edgar muttered something in his sleep on the bottom bunk, “Leave it, Mum, no leave it...”

Curtis waited for it to stop, but no luck. After a few minutes, he let out a sigh, and sat up. Climbing down the steps, he made for the front of the section, looking for some peace and quiet to clear his head.

“Pssst, you should be sleeping.” Jo’s voice came whispering behind him. Curtis turned to see her leaning out from her bed.

“Right back at you,” He whispered back.

A smile spread on Jo’s face, “Touché. Good night, Curtis.”

“Good night.” He stood there just a moment longer after Jo retreated back to the shadows of her bunk. His own smile taking its sweet time fading.

He had been seeing more and more of Jo lately. Every so often, as he discussed plans for their revolt with Gilliam, Jo would pop in to return a book and borrow a new one. Strangely Curtis didn’t mind, which must be because Gilliam didn’t seem to mind, he reasoned to himself. But someone very much did.

“Why does Jo get to sit in and I can’t?” After about the 8th time of being asked to wait outside, Edgar complained.

“Because she keeps her eyes to herself when she’s in there,” Curtis really didn’t want this argument today, not when he’s still stuck on getting past the doors.

“I can keep my eyes to myself! It’s just my ears that want to listen.”

Curtis couldn’t help but chuckle, “Look, she’s not sitting in for anything, she’s just returning Gilliam’s books. Maybe if you read any, you’d be given in-and-out access too.“ Then he trudged into Gilliam’s quarters for another session.

“I just think I can help out!” Behind him, Edgar made his dissatisfaction known one more time before slumping down to his usual spot opposite Grey.

About half an hour into the session with Gilliam, Curtis was already frustrated enough to pull his own hair out.

“Even if it’s just me on the cart and Grey pushing, we’re cutting it close with just four seconds...“ Curtis ran his hand through his beard, his eyes fixed on the three protein blocks laid out on the table.

“Could Nam perhaps come back to open the gates again and take us the rest of the way.“

“Yeah, if we can get him to cooperate--“ Curtis stops short as a beam of light lit up the desk.

“Don’t mind me,“ Jo stepped in, her hair catching a reddish hue against the light, “I’m just returning Korea.” She waved a ripped out section of a book with a little Earth logo on the top of each page.

Curtis recognized it as the Lonely Planet book he had when he was hitchhiking onto this train back in 2014 at the tender age of 17. The now 33-year-old felt a pan of nostalgia. He had no idea that Gilliam kept it.

Jo took a quick glance at the table, and went to browse the rest of Gilliam’s collection. Curtis wondered what else Gilliam had kept from the early days of the train.

“Still wondering how to get through three doors in four seconds?” Jo’s voice came through quiet but definitive.

Curtis’s mouth fell to the floor. He looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he searched for the words.

Meanwhile Jo didn’t need to wait for the question, “Edgar told me.”

Of course. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with that boy.”

“Oh don’t be so harsh on him. He’s just starved for conversation now that you are always holed up here working. He was also telling me about the bathroom door, it just wouldn’t close during his wash time, and it turned out that a tiny scrap of tin can was lodged near the frame in the rail..”

A lightbulb went off in Curtis’s head, “That’s it!” He all but jumped up, and clasped his hands on both Jo’s arms, “That’s it, I’ve got--” He could have kissed her in that moment, were it not for Edgar running in.

“Health inspection, now.”

And the world turned upside down.

They took all the kids. And lined them up in the front of the train. Measuring them. All eleven of them. Tanya had hidden Timmy inside her skirt, but the woman in the yellow jacket found him, and pulled him up too.

Tanya fought like hell, but when Curtis, Edgar, and Jo had gotten to her, the guards already had her on the ground. The trio acted on pure instinct, and pushed against the guards still beating Tanya.

Amidst the struggle, Curtis saw a guard carrying Timmy up to a woman in a yellow jacket, who measured him for height. He didn’t have much time to understand what this was all for though, for behind him came a sickening sound of metal on flesh--

Jo had pushed one of the guards onto the ground and earned a heavy rifle butt in the back.

“Hey you bastards!” Edgar went for the guard, while Curtis squatted down to check on Jo.

“You okay?”

Jo looked shaken to her core, her eyes red and fighting back tears. She still gave him a quick nod, “Go help Tanya.”

Curtis could never forget the look on Tanya’s face as she watched her son follow the yellow lady out of the Tail Section. Everything moved in slow motion. The father of the other boy taken threw a shoe at the lady, and a mob of guards flooded to subdue him. Tanya was crying for Timmy. The boy looked back as the door to the quarantine section slowly closed behind him.

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They took Timmy.

For a long while this was the only thought circling in your head. As Curtis pulled you to your feet, as the crowd calmed down after the yellow woman took the two boys away, as you helped Tanya back to her bed, this was all you could think about.

They took Timmy.

Because of you.

A small voice kept saying in your head. The rational part of you reasoned that it was all Wilford’s fault, whatever his intentions were for the children, but the small voice was very insistent. It kept repeating these same words as your fidgeting hands cleaned up Tanya’s wounds from the beating.

“Jo, Jo,” Curtis’s voice came through foggy.

“Yes?” You tore your attention from Tanya’s puffy eye for a moment. She had calmed down from the adrenaline rush some time ago, and was now asleep out of exhaustion.

Curtis’ brows creased as he saw your face, a flicker of concern in his eyes.

Which is when you first realized that you had been crying. Your streaks of tear leaving a sting in your left cheek.

You tilted your head up and blinked your eyes, not wanting to get tears on your hands. Curtis palmed out a small piece of cloth, and handed it to you.

“I can’t.” You signaled your hands, “I’m almost done anyways, it’s okay.”

He squatted down, and reached out to wipe your tears. You flinched at first contact.

“Come here,” his low voice vibrated quietly, “You��re bleeding.”

You held your breath and you watched his hand approach. Through the cloth, Curtis’s touch was surprisingly gentle as he wiped the tears away.

“Is it bad, the cut?”

“Not too bad,” He dabbed the congealed blood off your face, “Did you not feel it?”

You shook your head, “Must be the adrenaline.”

“Speaking of which, what were you thinking, rushing the guards like that?”

“I couldn’t just let them--” You stopped mid-sentence as a pang of guilt hits you in the gut.

“The only way we can stop any of this is getting to the front of the train. Anything else is just a distraction.”

If only that were true. “This is people’s lives we are talking about. It’s Timmy, and Andrew’s boy.” How ironic coming from you, you thought, but it couldn’t be helped.

“You and Edgar, I swear to god, it’s as if you were twins...” Curtis sighed as he stood back up, “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, Mason is coming down. It’s gonna be ugly. Maybe stay here with Tanya.”

You didn’t listen to Curtis.

When the guards came back with Minister Mason and the Franco Brothers to punish Andrew, Curtis was surprised to see you sitting down next to him.

“He’ll need help when they’re through,” you said. Curtis didn’t argue with that.

You’ve heard about the Freezing in the front before, but seeing it still put a visceral horror inside you. As Andrew’s arm hit the sub-zero air outside, his howls chilled you to your bones.

Then came Mason’s speech, with which you were all too familiar. But this time it sounded more shrill than ever before.

“I belong to the front, and you belong to the tail...”

Andrew had passed out from shock, and the Franco brothers had to physically pull him back to the center of the front. His right arm was frozen hard as a rock.

You stopped looking as the Franco brothers put Andrew’s right arm on the chopping block, for lack of a better word, and pulled up a cast iron hammer.

A small movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention. You look to your right--Curtis had put his left hand between the two of you. No words were needed, a silent moment of understanding passing between you. You put your hand in his, and gave it a little squeeze. You were okay.

You forced your eyes back up. You should watch this.

Slam. Contact. Andrew fell to the ground howling. You squeezed Curtis’s hand a little tighter. He wrapped his fingers around the back of your hand.

Behind you, a clicking of crutches approached. You knew it was Gilliam by the shift in Mason’s countenance. She stood up to greet him.

People shifted to clear a path for Gilliam. The clueless guards raised their guns, but Mason waved them away.

“Put that useless gun down! Put it away!”

As Gilliam walked past, you began to stand up. Curtis was still holding your hand. His eyes searched yours with concern.

“I should go help,” you said. Curtis nodded and let go.

You held eyes with Mason for a moment before walking past her, a slight twitch of her face betraying her recognition of you. You didn’t reciprocate. Taking the blanket from Gilliam’s hook, you wrapped it around Andrew and helped him up.

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As Jo busied herself with taking care of Andrew, Curtis pitched his solution for getting past the three security gates. Sure the door stop would take a while to build, but with luck they would have enough scraps within the Tail Section to pull it off. And if anyone needed motivation before, Andrew’s punishment this afternoon surely lit a fire in most.

By the time everything was squared away, it was deep into the night. Curtis exited Gilliam’s quarters with Edgar (who was very excited to be finally sitting in on a revolt meeting), and went to check on Tanya.

“Man, that was a genius plan,” Edgar was still a little excited, “How did you think of that?”

“Oh it was something Jo said--” Curtis remembered Jo, and wondered how she was doing, “Hey, Edgar, go on ahead to Tanya’s first. I’m gonna check on Andrew, see how he’s doing.”

Curtis found Andrew curled up on his bunk, what remained of his right arm bandaged neatly with a vaguely familiar, faintly yellow fabric. Andrew was sound asleep, and Jo nowhere to be found.

Painter lowered himself on his little pulley, “She just went to wash up.” He handed a charcoal drawing to Curtis. In it, Jo was ripping off the sleeves of her shirt.

Curtis returned the drawing to Painter, and headed for the washroom.

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Flickering light escaped through the small crack in the door. Looks like the door is still broken. Curtis could hear the water running inside as you turned on the tap, and then, a quiet yelp.

“Jo, you okay in there?”

A beat before you answered, “Yeah, it’s just the water’s colder than I thought.”

Curtis nodded before he realized you couldn’t see him. He leaned his back against the frame of the door, blocking the slim opening. Another small yelp came through the door. It must be the cut on your face. Then Curtis thought of the rifle hit on your back--that must be bruising now...

The whole train was quiet, except for the sound of water. Curtis shifted as his thoughts turned from the bruise to the cold water running down your naked back. He thought of your arms as you tore off the sleeves of your shirt to bandage Andrew. He swallowed hard. It’s been forever since he’s thought of a woman that way.

Your wash was really short, seeing how the water was scarce.

Between cleaning Tanya and Andrew, there was barely enough soap to wash the soot, blood, and chunks of flesh off your hands and face anyway. The rest you had to make do with what used to be the torso of your torn-up shirt.

Thankfully there was a mirror in the washroom, so you could check yourself for injuries. The rifle butt you caught in the back left a nasty bruise, just beneath your bra strap. That probably won’t go away for weeks. But else than that, you got off pretty lucky.

Compared with Tanya and Andrew. Oh shit, Tanya and Andrew. And their children. The pang of guilt returned. The wretched cries of the two parents echoed in your ears as you looked down at your surveyor’s notebook. It’s time to come clean.

Turning off the water, you reached for the rest of your clothes, only to remember that you left them outside of the cramped space.

You turned to the door, and saw Curtis’s broad shoulders blocking the crack you had left in the door. You felt butterflies in your stomach. Has he been there the whole time? This whole time only a flimsy door stood between you and Curtis?

You licked your lips and called out, “Curtis? Can you hand me my clothes?”

Curtis hadn’t even noticed the pile of clothes until then.

“Yes,” His movement was rigid, him doing his best to keep his field of vision from the door as his hand grabbed the clothes and reached in.

“Thanks,” it was virtually a whisper as you took the clothes.

Then Curtis remembered Painter’s drawing, “Wait.” He took off his coat, his layers of sweaters beneath, and finally his flannel shirt. Dusting it off, he handed it through the crack to you.

“It’s not the cleanest, and missing a couple of buttons, but...”

You stared at the shirt, and Curtis’s arm holding it. Your eyes travel the length of the arm, marveling at the tense muscles before noticing a light scar running across it near the elbow. Is he not wearing anything on the other side? For some reason the thought made your heart beat faster.

“Thanks,” you took the shirt and put it on. The flannel smelled faintly of soot and sweat. And Curtis.

Once you put on your sweater, and wedged the notebook in its usual hiding place, you opened the door fully, “Is everything okay? Tanya? Andrew?”

Curtis turned and took you in. His flannel was much too large a fit, and the missing buttons revealed just a bit of skin around your collarbone. The thin layer of moisture left your skin glistening.

Curtis wanted to tell you a lot of things, but at the moment, all he could muster was to clear his throat and say, “Yeah they’re all fine. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

You took a deep breath. Here goes. Coming clean.

“Curtis, before...” Before what exactly? You shook your head and pushed on, “I think there’s something you should know.”

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perspective-series · 5 years

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Werewolf Perspective (4/10)

By @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: None

(Check the reblog for links to the previous chapters!)

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Roman woke up bright and early the next morning, shifting into his giant form. He got up and was careful not to wake Logan up as he walked down the stairs. He knew Virgil wouldn’t be up this early either, so he was in the clear from questions as well.

He turned on the fire and started frying up some eggs. While this was going on, he pulled out his loose pieces of fabric and started to make a small bag out of them. Hopefully, Logan would like it.

Virgil sniffed the air, slowly waking up to the smell of eggs. He began to sit up, only for another smell to hit his nostrils. He groaned, burying his head further into his pillow. The human was still here.

Logan also woke up to the smell of eggs. He looked around, at first thrown off by his giant surroundings before what had happened the day previous. Of course, looking down off the desk, Logan came to the realization that he was effectively stuck. Thankfully, this was not for long.

Roman finished the eggs and then the bag. He grabbed a plate for himself and then left some eggs on the table for Virgil for when he came down. He then headed back up to his room to see that Logan was awake. “Good morning! I made breakfast!” He set the eggs down but kept the bag in his pocket until after they ate.

“Oh, wonderful.” Logan came closer, once again wondering which was his. After all, he didn’t dare try to take a wolf’s food.

Roman pushed a few pieces of egg off to the corner for Logan before eating his meal, this time with a fork.

Only now Logan realized he didn’t have proper breakfast utensils, either. Instead he sat down, using a combination of his hands and his dagger to eat his little section of eggs.

Roman finished off his eggs and looked down at Logan. The human wasn’t done, but he couldn't wait any longer. “I also made you something for today!” Roman revealed the bag, holding it out for Logan to take.

“Oh extraordinary, you really did it.” Logan wiped his hands on his trousers, taking the rather large bag from Roman’s grasp. It was fairly well done craftsmanship. “You didn’t have to do that, of course, but thank you.”

“It’s no problem, really. I enjoy making things.” Roman said, just happy to see that Logan was happy. “So, are you ready to head out?”

“With this, I suppose so.” Logan had thought he would be going home, but it seemed he would be able to stay in the whispering woods a little longer.

“Yes! Alright, let’s get going then.” He picked Logan up and headed downstairs, only to see Virgil there eating the eggs he had made. He smiled at his packmate.

“Hi Virgil, be back soon!” He called out before, leaving the house.

Virgil let out a low growl, picking at his eggs.

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Logan hadn’t come back last night.

Patton was now extremely worried about his friend. He had told him that he was going off, deep into the woods, to find some rare ingredients. He said he would be back by nightfall but it was already the next morning.

Patton wasted no time in grabbing his bag and heading out into the woods, the same way that Logan had gone. He would find his friend and bring him back home safely. Hopefully nothing had happened…

As he began to walk, the forest around him started to grow bigger and bigger. Until everything shot way above him. He thought he remembered Logan telling him about this place. The giant lands. Patton gulped but trekked forward. He wasn’t leaving without his friend.

Virgil sniffed. He sniffed again.

...something was off.

He growled, realizing he recognized the smell. A second human had entered their woods, and likely the first one Logan was to blame.

“Stupid humans.” Virgil muttered to himself, angrily washing his breakfast dishes and feeling his claws dig into the material in his anger. Thanks to Roman they were probably gonna get a whole mob of the little things.

Patton pushed onward, starting to get tired and not seeing any sign of Logan anywhere. Maybe he had gone too far? It was then he entered a clearing and his eyes shot up at the giant house in front of him. Patton had never seen a house so big...He wondered what kind of person lived there.

Whoever they were, maybe they could help Patton find Logan? Well, it didn’t hurt to try, did it? Biting his lip nervously, Patton made his way over to the door and knocked on it. But it was only after that he realized whoever lived here might not be able to hear that. He took a few steps back and wondered how this was going to work.

Virgil’s ear twitched, picking up the almost inaudible knock.

“Oh hell no.” Virgil muttered to himself, ignoring the knocker in favor of finishing his chore.

Patton cupped his hand over his mouth. “Hello! Can anyone hear me! Is anyone there, I need help!” He called out.

Virgil rubbed at his forehead. One day. He just wanted one day of peace.

“GO AWAY!” Virgil roared in the general direction of the door, making his voice more intimidating than usual for added effect.

Patton squeaked in fear as he heard a booming voice yelling at him. He cowered but at least now he knew he could be heard. Putting all his courage into this, he put shaking hands up to his mouth once more. “Please! I really need help!”

Virgil blinked, surprised when he heard the voice start up again. Usually that scare tactic worked. The person on the other side of the door had to be either stupid or brave.

Or Virgil was just losing his touch.

Realizing he’d have to deal with this in person, Virgil groaned and opened the door. His eyes traveled down to the forest floor, where a tiny human in light blue stood shaking on his doorstep.

“What.” He growled.

Patton took a step back, eyes wide at the giant before him. He had to do this for Logan though. He briefly noticed the ears and tail...and the fangs but he did his best to ignore it. “Um, I’m looking for my friend. His name is Logan, had glasses like mine, have you seen him?”

“Yeah, he’s dead.” Virgil gave him a malicious grin, noticing the way the human’s eyes had stopped on his fangs.

Patton’s eyes widened at the blunt news, his mind taking a second to process what the giant had just said. “Wh-What?”

“Or as good as dead.” Virgil nodded his head in the direction the two had went this morning. “He was taken hostage by a terrible beast, they disappeared off into the forest a few hours ago. Haven’t heard head nor tail of them since.” Virgil casually inspected his claws. “You should probably run on home, start getting funeral preparations or whatever it is humans do.”

Patton felt like crying, a few tears even managed to escape his eyes but the giant said he was ‘as good as dead’, meaning he didn’t know for sure.

Which meant there was still a chance that Logan was alive.

Determined and putting on a brave face, Patton started off in the direction that the giant had pointed to.

Virgil paused, looking down to see the human walking towards the deeper forest. “...what are you doing.”

“I’m going to find Logan!” He called back up to the giant without turning around. It didn’t seem like he wanted to help anyway, so Patton would go and do this himself.

“You can’t go in there, you’re gonna get killed.” Virgil warned. Despite what people might expect of him, he wasn’t overly fond of sending a human to their death. He didn’t want humans dead, he just wanted them far away from him.

Patton faltered in his walking. “W-Well, I don’t care. I need to help Logan!”

“Ugh.” Virgil shook his head. “No, you don’t.”

Patton stopped a swung around to face the giant. “Yes I do! I can’t just go back home and let him die out there! He needs me!” A few more tears rolled down his cheeks before he turned back around and started walking again.

“Oh jeez.” Virgil walked a few steps out of the house, making sure not to lose sight of the human. “I meant your friend is fine, he’s not in any danger.”

Patton paused. “...What?” He turned to look at the giant.

“He’s out with my packmate in the woods.” Virgil pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Your...packmate?” Now Patton was really confused.

“Yes, my packmate, it’s a wolf thing.” Virgil snarled at him to show off his fangs once more. “Wouldn’t expect a human to understand.”

Patton flinched at the fangs but his chest was full of hope. “So he’s...okay?”

“He’s fine.” Virgil confirmed, crossing his arms. “Now are you gonna leave or what?”

Patton blinked but shook his head. “I can’t. Not without Logan, not until I see that he’s actually okay.” Patton couldn’t just go home. What if this giant was lying?

“Well, Logan’s gonna be back home in your little village by nightfall.” Virgil looked off to the side for a moment, looking bitter. “At least he better be, because I’m gonna kill Roman if he tries to bring him back another night.”

Patton bit his lip. Even with that being said, he did not feel right about leaving Logan here. “I think I’ll just wait for him. Just to be sure.”

“Wait where?” Virgil quirked an eyebrow. “Look around you. You’re in the middle of the whispering woods. Everything in here wants you dead.”

Patton looked around him before his eyes settled on Virgil. “Do you want me dead?” He asked, hesitantly.

“...if I wanted you dead you’d already be dead.” Virgil growled, not liking that the human managed to pull the truth out of him. “I would have just let you waltz right into the deep woods.”

Patton flinched but turned to the giant with a small smile. “So...could I stay here until our friends come back then? Please?”

Virgil frowned, more out of confusion than malice. How did this human know puppy eyes? He thought that was only a young wolf trait. And unfortunately, Virgil was always defenseless against them.

“...fine.” Virgil huffed, heading back inside. “You can stay here, but don’t touch anything. And don’t expect me to show you some sort of ‘hospitality’ or whatever.”

“Oh, thank you!” Patton said, running to make it into the house behind the giant. “I’m Patton by the way!” Patton grinned.

“...Virgil.” Virgil said gruffly, gesturing to himself as he watched the little guy run inside. Virgil hated to admit that it was quite...cute. Good lord, what was he thinking? Virgil quickly shut the door behind both of them, trying to dispel any of those thoughts.

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Dragon Ball Z 170

This is the filler episode with Lime. Lime is a little girl in red overalls. When she first appears, she’s trying to pick an apple from a tree by climbing onto the branch and hanging over a raging river. I feel like she should know better than this.

Gohan saves her because he just happened to be flying by, but Lime gets angry at him for holding her by the chest. Then he makes the stinkeye face at him and runs off.

But Gohan’s on a shopping trip, so he’s got more important things to worry about. On his way, he notices a large structure in the woods, but he moves on.

See, Gohan’s problem is that he has to buy stuff, but most of the stores near his home aren’t open, because everyone’s fleeing in terror from Cell. He finally finds a place in Chazke Village, but when he goes inside, he finds the shopkeep getting shaken down by a pair of thugs.

The goons tell Gohan that all of the stuff here has been bought be the Bourbon estate, but the old man who runs the place says that isn’t true. So the goons try to knock over some of his stuff to make him sell what they want.

Gohan squares up to fight, but before it comes to that, they all hear someone outside shouting that Cell has come back. The goons flee in terror, but the shopkeeper recognizes Lime’s voice. Turns out she has a nasty habit of doing this whenever Bourbon’s goons show up to start trouble.

Here’s the deal. That dome Gohan saw on the way here is a shelter Bourbon constructed. He chose this location because there’s some rumor going around that Cell never attacks the same place twice.

And Cell was in Chazke once before, when he was still preying upon humans in his imperfect form. He left, figurng the town wasn’t big enough to waste time on, but not before killing Lime’s parents. The old man took her in after that.

So a lot of people have holed up in Bourbon’s shelter, thinking it’ll protect them, but the old man knows that no mere shelter can stop a creature like Cell. He figures the world is doomed, but he may as well live out his remaining day in peace.

Gohan offers to chop his firewood for him, and he tries to do that cool thing Goku did way back in Dragon Ball Episode 1, but Lime distracts him and the logs all hit him on the head.

Lime was trying to give him an axe, you see, and frankly, I think this way is cooler. Gohan just slices through the logs like butter.

Meanwhile, Goku’s just taking it easy. So easy, that it makes Krillin nervous. So, we’re all in agreement that they sent Gohan on a shopping trip so that Goku and Chi-Chi could be alone together, right? I mean, Gohan’s been gone for a lot longer than expected, so it’s hours later, and now Krillin is here, but before that....

Meanwhile, at the shelter, Bourbon’s men are using the townsfolk to load supplies. I think they had to pay just to get into the shelter, and they pretty much have to do as Bourbon says or they’ll get tossed out. All I know is that any operation where a guy uses a whip to motivate people is probably evil.

As for Bourbon himself, he chews out his henchman for falling for that crap about Cell showing up, and then he goes over to hug his safe. This guy’s great in the dub because they gave him a really over-the-top Joe Pesci impression voice, and it suits him perfectly. I was kind of wondering how he’d sound in the Japanese version and it’s not too far off.

Turns out he has one other guy working for him, and it’s Tao Pai Pai, who we last saw getting runoft by Tien way back in the 23rd Budokai. I kind of wonder where Crane Hermit is. Anyway Tao seems to be hired muscle for Bourbon’s operation, but he’s bored, and offers to kill anyone Bourbon wants for his usual fee. Bourbon declines, but he seems to think he’ll have some targets down the line. Maybe he thinks survivors will try to break into the shelter later? I think Bourbon has Cell confused with a some other kind of post-apocalyptic situation.

Meanwhile, Piccolo’s in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and Vegeta is furious about that even though he agreed to it. Inside, Piccolo has hallucinations of Cell, and I guess that motivates him?

Back at the shelter, Bourbon tries to celebrate its completion, but Lime pranks him by crying Cell again. Bourbon is so terrified that he locks himself in the shelter, leaving his tenants trapped outside.

But his men quickly realize what’s going on, and Bourbon’s pretty ticked off when he learns he’s been tricked. The people are pretty sore too, but they still need Bourbon, so I guess they gotta put up with him. Gohan confronts Bourbon about what he’s doing, but he isn’t interested in listening.

Bourbon orders his men to work over the kids, but then the old man shows up in his fighting clothes. Yeah, Lime mentioned to Gohan that he was a pretty formidable martial artist back in the day.

Gramps makes short work of the henchmen, but not so much with Tao. Gohan offers to step in, but the old man says there might be trouble if it comes to that, indicating that he knows how powerful Gohan is.

But at last Gohan has no choice, and when he powers up, Tao notices that he resembles Goku. Gohan explains that he’s his son, and that’s enough to scare Tao away.

Thanks for coming out tonight, Tao.

So now Bourbon’s stuck with an angry mob and no backup, so he begs Gohan to save him, offering to pay him anything he wants. Gohan smiles and just blows up the shelter with a ki blast. His point: This shelter can’t even stop him, so what good would it do against Cell? Instead, he suggests that everyone hope for the best. Maybe someone really can beat Cell, and they won’t need to worry about it.

Then Goku shows up, because Gohan’s been gone a long time and he’s already had sex with Chi-Chi like eight times today which is great except he’s starting to chafe ahem, I mean she asked him to go find him.

The old man seems to recognize Goku to some extent, and as they leave he wishes them luck against Cell.

As for Cell, he hasn’t done jack shit this whole episode.

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June 1923 - 3 Hours Later

One of the men, who Max learned was called Sweetwater, laughed. It was a disgusting, slimy laugh that sounded like some kind of gutter rodent. Max was tied to a wooden chair. His wrists bound so tightly it burned. Vinny, the leader, grabbed a rotary phone off of the ground and hauled it over. The phone and chair were the only things in the room. Leading Max to wonder if the room had been set up just for him.

“You know Carter’s phone number, ya little prick?”

Max didn’t answer, instead turning his head away in defiance. Not a smart move. He soon felt a sharp pain as he was smacked across the face with the phone receiver. Teeth cutting the inside of his lip.

“Don’t be an idiot...” Vinny said calmly, as someone from behind grabbed a fistful of Max’s hair and forced him to face the mob boss. “You wanna live through this? Co-operate. Now gimme the number!” he demanded.

Max did. Vinny dialled, holding the phone up to Max’s ear. “Talk”, he demanded.

“I-Ian...?” His voice came out weaker than he expected.

“Max!?” Ian sounded panicked. “Where the hell are you!?”

“Ian! They fucking kidnapped me! They-”

“Who!?”

But before Max could answer, the phone is taken away. A hand clamped over his mouth.

Vinny picked up the phone, smug look on his face as usual. “Carter... You should really take better care of your things. It was just sittin’ out in the backyard for anyone to come and take. And, heh heh, I did...”

“Don’t you fucking touch him! What do you want!?”

“Hey!” he shouted, suddenly becoming a lot more aggressive. “Don’t give me orders! You might be the big man with your boys, you fucking faggot, but your little daisy boy’s in my flower bed! And he is going to get stomped into the ground! Understand? Now apologize.”

“Fuck you.”

“Apologize. Or the quiff is gonna be returned to ya’ with a few less fingers...”

Ian was not one to respond to threats. But with Max in their clutches, he exhaled sharply and apologized to the bastard. “Now. What do you want?”

“300,000. Corner of 5th and Maryland, tomorrow at exactly 3:00. If it’s all there, you get the little fairy back alive. He’ll be breathing, but that’s all I’m promising. If you’re late, or you try and pull anything funny, or you wanna try and scam me with the money... He dies. So, you’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Ian answers sternly. Before Ian could get another word in, Vinny slammed the phone down.

Max cringed at the noise, looking up at his captures. Fear in his eyes. He could tell by the way he spoke about him that he hated him. He had no sympathy for Max, and he didn’t know what these three might do to him. Now until tomorrow at 3 suddenly felt like a very very long time....

Though, just as Max braced himself for the worst, the three men left. Leaving him engulfed in darkness.

Hours and hours passed. Max eventually fell asleep. As he drifted off he hoped to sleep through the entire ordeal, but that was not to be.

Bright light suddenly flooded the room. Max’s eyes peeled open, everything slowly coming into focus. One of the men from before was standing above him, along with some others he didn’t recognize. “What do you want?” Max asked in a weak voice.

The man loomed over him, smiling wide. His yellowing teeth at the forefront of his face. “Some of us got a little bored. Remembered you were down here.”

Max pressed himself as far back against the chair as he could. “Please. Just leave me alone...” he begged.

“Come on, Tony, untie him,” one said. Max was confused as the man, Tony, untied Max’s wrists and pulled him to his feet by the scruff of his neck.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“The boys need a workout,” he said. “And a live subject...”

Before Max had time to understand what that meant, he was slammed up against the wall. The hit to his head making him dizzy. He never got the chance to regain his stability as he was assaulted with punches, kicks and other violence he couldn’t even process. It was as if time had slowed down. All he could focus on was his difficulty breathing and the onslaught of pain. He found himself on the ground on all fours, without processing how he had got there. He tried to crawl away, but a heavy foot came down on his hand. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was dying. Just when he was sure his body would not be able to take it anymore, it stopped...

Max struggled to catch his breath, looking up at his assailants. He couldn’t speak, but his eyes begged for mercy.

“What else can we do to this little faggot?” one asked.

“I don’t want it anywhere near my cock!” another cried, spitting on Max’s face from above. Max weakly wiped it away the best he could.

“I know what a little degenerate like this is good for,” Tony sneered. He pulled Max up by his shirt, having to hold him just so the boy could stay on his feet. “I’m gonna teach you guys the proper technique.” He took a large knife from his coat pocket. Max wanted to run, but it wasn’t physically possible. His body would not obey his brain.

Tony tore off Max’s shirt, and turned to the other men. “A lot of people,” he said, “think it’s enough to stab somebody like this.”

Max was helpless as the knife was plunged into his stomach and quickly removed.

“Augh!” Max whaled He was braced for pain, but it was like his body was in so much shock he didn’t feel the pain for a good eight seconds. When it came it was so much pressure, it felt like his body was being torn apart.

“But if you really wanna cause damage, you go in like...” He stabbed Max again, slightly above the last wound. This time, he kept the knife in longer. Moving it upward and tearing at Max’s skin.

The man had a satisfied grin as he pulled the knife back. Max cried out like a wounded animal. He collapsed on the ground, blood spilling from him with as much consistency as a tipped wine bottle.

“Shit!” Someone cried.

“He can’t die!” Tony reminded forcefully. He ordered the others around. One of them came and held Max’s head off the ground, another holding his wound closed with his bare hands. Max was barely conscious. He couldn’t speak, though he tried. All that came out of his mouth was a string of drool.

Max couldn’t handle the overwhelming pain any longer. He passed out.

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Accomplice Chapter 8

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Jim was only halfway through his shift when he started to head towards the commissioner's office, simply because his mountain of paperwork was beginning to take over his desk. Most of it was paperwork that had to be taken to commissioner Eaton, and Jim tended to put that off as much as possible to avoid the man.

Even the one thing they might have found a common ground in - the arrest of a serial killer - had been soiled, because Jim had known that Eaton was only happy because Zsasz and Penguin had been going after Falcone, and locking him took the pressure off Eaton.

It hadn't been enough to completely spoil their victory, but it had been a rude reminder that the fight against the mobs wasn't close to being done yet.

His arms hadn't quite gotten tired of carrying his files when he opened the door to the hallway that led to the commissioner's office. He turned a corner and was surprised to see that he wasn't alone in this part of the building, considering that the sun had gone down, and that most civilians weren't allowed in this area.

The couple was staggering down the hallway, leaning heavily on each other. An officer was walking behind them, trying and failing not to look sheepish as he escorted them.

The look on their faces made Jim stop dead. The man was openly weeping, tears rolling down his face; his black skin shining in their wake. But the expression on the woman’s face was one that Jim had seen far too often. She looked torn between screaming in rage and crumpling - like her whole world had already collapsed, and she was trying to figure out what to do next.

It was an expression Jim very rarely saw outside of giving terrible news to family members when tragedy stuck.

"What's wrong? What can I do to help?" Jim asked urgently, ignoring the officer standing behind them.

"Just get out of my way. Please, just -" Her voice caught on a sob as Jim backed into the wall to get out of the way as they slowly hobbled down the hall. The officer with them looked at him, but didn’t say anything before following.

Jim watched them leave, mind swirling with confusion. There were only so many things that could make a couple look like their world had ended, and only so many reasons that civilians would ever make it to this hallway. He looked from where they had come from, narrowing his eyes.

Anger steeped hot fury into Jim's veins as he walked to the commissioner's office, opening the door so forcefully it slammed into the wall.

"What the hell was that?" He asked as a way of greeting, letting his files bang sharply on the desk.

"Captain Gordon, thank you for the paperwork." Eaton sat calmly at his computer, looking up at Jim with his rehearsed smile.

"Who was that couple, coming from your office?" he demanded. The commissioner's blasé attitude was doing nothing to calm his trembling anger.

Eaton lowered his eyes and sighed, visibly rallying himself as he realized Jim wasn't going to let it drop. "That couple is in... hysterics because they believe their twins have been kidnapped. It's all under control, and none of your business Gordon."

"If their kids are missing then we can file a report. It's not that late, if we need to start searching it's best -"

Eaton's expression turned hard. "I said that it is under control. There is no point in looking for those children."

Jim opened his mouth to retort, but paused. There was something, something in Eaton's expression, or something in the way he said 'point', in the way he couldn't quite meet Jim's eyes.

Terrible realization bloomed in his mind, as he unwaveringly put pieces together from a case he was supposed to have left alone months ago.

"Where did they go missing?" he asked quietly, dread clenching tight in his gut.

Please, not this.

"Gordon -"

"At the corner of 26th and Eagle? Around the bus stop right? Their kids didn't come home from school, and now no one can find them. Right?" Jim all but snarled, words coming faster and faster.

He just knew that the missing kids were connected to his old case - his human trafficking investigation, the one he had been working on when poor Mike Penn had walked in, talking nonsense about a "Batman" that would soon prove to be true. Jim may have been removed from the case in lieu of Tolbert, but he had never forgotten the details, not really. Adults yes, but mostly children going missing around a particular corner. Falcone's human trafficking cartel that the commissioner had protected then.

The same one he was protecting now.

"You son of a bitch," Jim growled. "It's Falcone's kidnapping ring. You're covering for him. Tell me I'm wrong."

Eaton scowled fiercely but didn't deny it. "It's business, Gordon."

"BUSINESS?!"

"AND," Eaton raised his voice over Jim's, standing up, "You will leave this case alone, do you hear me?"

"Fuck you. Go to hell."

"Gordon-"

"YOU ARE ASKING ME TO PUT A GANGSTER'S PAYCHECK OVER CHILDREN'S LIVES!" Jim roared.

They stared at each other, Jim heaving in anger.

"Yes, I am." Eaton said, quieting suddenly, deadly serious when he met Jim's stare. "This is Gotham, you knew what you were getting into."

Jim shook his head. "No."

No, Gotham didn't have to be this way. No, Jim wasn't going to ignore this case because a goddamn gangster wanted him to.

"Fuck you," he repeated for good measure, turning to leave.

"I hope they kill you Gordon," Commissioner Eaton said, sitting down again with an oil-slick smile. "I really do."

Jim slammed the door shut.

It wasn't until Jim had been driving in his car at breakneck speeds for over five minutes that it occurred to him that he may not have thought his plan all the way through.

He didn't have nearly as many clues as he would prefer, to be out driving around like a madman. He remembered that the disappearances kept happening around 26th street and Eagle Boulevard, but once he had started sniffing around in Falcone's territory any further, he had been removed from the case.

So he was flying blind; his only new knowledge was that twins had gone missing from the area he had already known was suspicious.

Since he had left the GCPD, the weather had turned ferocious. An intense rain had started; slamming huge raindrops against his windshield. His wipers were moving so fast it seemed like they would fly right off the car, but the rain continued to blur the road ahead regardless.

Reluctantly, he slowed the car to a slightly more reasonable level, but didn't stop until he reached Eagle. It didn't take very long; most people had been scared inside by the weather, leaving him free to speed.

When he arrived, he pulled over with an abrupt jerk of his arm, trying to think past his furiously pounding heart. There was so much potential area to cover, and the kidnappers had had hours to flee and hole themselves up with the kids somewhere.

He took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took slow, deep breaths, forcing aside the useless anger that had pulled him to the middle of Gotham, alone, without a clue where he was going.

Inhale.

He had to find the kids; the longer the wait the less chance they had of making it back to their parents.

Exhale.

He was the only one looking, and he had to start somewhere.

He put his glasses back on, anger sharpening into focus, and pulled back onto the street. He would just have to drive around, maybe visit the bus stop that he had once thought was suspicious to see if there was something he could find.

He hadn't even made it to the end of the block when he slammed on the breaks, just barely catching movement out of the corner of his eye.

A man had jumped out of an alley at the side of the road, waving his hands in the air. He didn't stop even after Jim screeched to a stop, instead stepping further into the road and coming around to Jim's driver-side door. Up close, Jim recognized him as one of Gotham's homeless, from the scraggly beard and the old, dirty coat he was clinging too.

He was speaking, but Jim couldn't hear what he was saying over the pounding rain on the roof of his car.

Making a snap decision, he pulled his trench-coat tighter around himself, and stepped out of the car, locking it behind him. The man, seeing that Jim was going to talk to him, ran back towards the alley he came out of, checking to make sure that Jim was following.

In the short amount of time it took them to reach the shelter of tarp on top of two large trash bins pulled close together, Jim was absolutely soaked. They both ducked under the tarp quickly, Jim shaking the water off his glasses so he could see.

Not that there was much in the make-shift shelter to see. The man had a well-worn backpack leaning against one of the bins, and a plastic grocery bag next to it, tied with a knot on top. The man himself was slightly hunch-backed, with wrinkles sitting deep in his withered face, beneath the thin grey hair that had been plastered to his scalp by the rain.

Despite the storm, he was smiling; hints of missing teeth could be seen through his lips.

"I thought they weren't sending anyone!" The old man exclaimed happily, eyes alight.

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Jim had to yell to be heard over the thunderous sound of the rain hitting the tarp roof. The neighbouring buildings weren't doing much to protect them from the downpour.

The man's face fell slightly. "You ain't here for the weird building?"

"I don't - What building?" Jim asked, frustrated at feeling a step behind in the conversation. He had thought the man was flagging him down because there was a crime. The nagging sense that he was wasting time was like fire under his skin.

"That old factory on 26th," the man said.

"On 26th?" Jim confirmed, tasting anticipation in the back of his throat. His stomach dropped even as his heart started pounding with excitement.

"Yeah! I've seen this weird truck going in and out, in and out. And the building lights on at weird times. And -" his face crumpled slightly, looking distraught - "I swear I saw a kid in the window once, but there wasn't nothing I could do. I tried to tell the police station 'bout a week ago, but the officer there wouldn't listen, and kicked me out."

The flash of anger at the officer was quickly quelled by the thrill of having a lead. "Where's the building?"

"Just a few minutes north on 26th after a left turn. Are you going to check it out?" His eyes were lighting up again.

"Yes, I am," Jim promised. "You stay here, alright? Where it's safe and dry." He paused, suddenly realizing something. "What's your name sir?"

"The name's Johnson," he said, sounding faintly relieved.

Jim shook his hand quickly."Thank you Mr Johnson," he said sincerely, before ducking out from under the tarp and sprinting back to his car, taking off again into the storm.

Tucked into an alley hidden out of sight from the factory in question, Jim picked up his phone for the first time that night and dialled Sarah's number automatically.

Sarah and Bullock - and Renee, when she had still been in Gotham - always got so mad when Jim didn't wait for backup to arrive, especially in situations like this one, when he really shouldn't go in alone.

He was going to anyway.

Every instinct told him that the missing twins were in there, and he wasn't going to make them wait a second longer to be rescued.

But at the very least he should call and ask for backup, even if he had no intentions of waiting.

"What's wrong?" Sarah greeted him with when she picked up the phone after only two rings. Jim's lips quirked up in a half smile; they both knew that there weren't any good reasons to call each other in the middle of the night.

"I'm about to enter that abandoned factory on 26th. It's where Falcone was hiding his human trafficking ring, there are kids in there now and -"

"Jim slow down, I can barely understand you. You need backup?" She asked, interrupting his tirade.

"Yes, at the abandoned factory on 26th street. It's number 386," he added, squinting through the rain at the address.

"You can't call it into the station? Get backup from someone who's supposed to actually be awake?"

Jim thought of Eaton, sitting at his desk, and the officer who had ignored Johnson's tip. "No, I can't."

"OK," she accepted immediately. Even through Jim's jittery desperation to get into the factory he felt a rush of relief, of gratefulness that Sarah had understood why he couldn't call to the rest of the GCPD for help, and was willing to trust him.

There was a brief second of silence over the phone.

"Just stay where you are Jim, I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm just going to-"

"Sorry, no time." Jim cut her off, leaving only the echo of the phone beeping between them, trusting that she was on her way.

He was sorry, in theory. He felt bad about hanging up on her, but wasn't apologetic at all about going in alone to rescue the kids.

As Johnson had mentioned, the building in question was easy to spot; being the only one on the abandoned street with its lights on.

Jim held his hand over his glasses as he jogged toward the building, trying ineffectively to shield his glasses from the rain. Staying out of any potential lines of sight, he positioned himself near the closest door. He put his ear to the door, but the still pounding rain made it impossible to hear if there was anyone directly on the other side.

Crouching down, he routinely checked his gun, before opening the door as slowly as he possibly could.

It was only when he was halfway done easing himself through the door silently that it occurred to him that he had left his bulletproof vest at the GCPD. He allowed himself one second to dwell on his own stupidity, before continuing through the door.

The door did not make a sound when it closed behind him. The building itself had clearly been a factory at one point, though what it had once made had been lost to time. The room only lit from one side; creating slanted shadows. Crates and heavy-duty boxes had been added to the building, where they blocked his view of the main room, but peering around them, it seemed that the whole room was divided into a maze of corridors, created by the boxes and crates.

The sound of the rain had died off when Jim had shut the door, and he could hear voices coming from what seemed to be the center of the room. He paused where he was crouched near the door, but couldn't hear anyone approaching him, so he started walking.

His heart was thudding through his whole body as he made his way slowly towards where the voices were coming from, taking care to check all around him before moving, painfully aware of his own lack of backup.

From around the corner of a particularly large crate, he saw his first clear line of sight to the middle of the room.

A group of men- maybe a dozen or so - were either sitting or standing around a radio that sat in the middle of a table. A few of them had their guns clutched in their hands, on guard, but most were relaxed, sitting casually.

One of the men turned slightly, and as the light hit the gun Jim recognized it as the same model as the ones that Eaton had brought in for his Batman task force. Jim ducked back behind the crate, letting the wave of fury and adrenaline subside - hasty, angry actions would do nothing to help him right now.

Now that he was closer to the noise, he could make out their individual voices over the radio. One of the men with the military guns was muttering something about the truck being on its way.

Jim exhaled slowly. It was good to know that, even if he was horribly outnumbered, at least he knew had made the right choice in entering the building as soon as he could, instead of waiting for his own backup.

He peaked back around the crate, scanning for - there - nearly hidden in the shadows of a shipping crate were the missing children, hunched together tightly.

Thankfully they were sitting far enough away from the main group that Jim could sneak over to them while staying out of sight.

As he got closer to them, he could see that their young, thin arms had actually been bound with some kind of rope; standing out harshly against their dark skin in the industrial lights.

He forced himself to think apart from his anger - there would be plenty of time for that once the kids were safe. He positioned himself just on the side of the shipping container, hugging the shadows as much as he could. He'd just have to hope that they wouldn't make any noise.

"Shhh, don't say anything. I'm a police officer, and you're going to be alright, but I need you to be really quiet, ok?" he whispered to them, head ducked low, making sure to keep his voice calm and soothing; fighting against the instinctive tension in his muscles from being so close to the danger.

One twin - the young boy - jumped at the sound of Jim's voice, but thankfully didn't make a sound. His sister twisted her head around to look at him, the look of terror on her tear-streaked face steeling Jim's resolve.

Here, in his element, it was so much easier to be brave when there were children right in front of him who needed help.

He glanced over his glasses at the large blurs that were the kidnappers, but they were all too engrossed in the game on the radio to be watching the kids.

"I'm going to cut the ropes, so you need to stay as still and quiet as you possibly can, alright?"

He waited for both of them to nod before he silently slipped his knife out of its holder. It would be useless in a fight, but he always carried one just for a situation like this.

It seemed to take him forever to cut the ropes; the fibres were tougher than they looked, every move had to be made so carefully - so deliberately - so as not to accidentally hurt one of the kids, or make a noise.

A sudden burst of loud cries of anger rang from the table. The twins flinched back, and Jim froze halfway through cutting through a strand of rope, thinking they had been discovered, but it had only been one of the Knight's players striking out.

A cold trail of water ran down the back of his neck from where it had dripped off his hair from the rain.

When the last bit of rope finally fell off their wrists, he let himself feel a brief thrill of triumph before refocusing.

"As quietly and as quickly as you can, you're going to come around behind this crate, OK? Go now," he said, voice still just barely above a whisper.

The kids scurried away, a little faster than what was probably prudent, but Falcone's men seemed more entranced in the Knight's attempt at a come-back to be paying close attention.

Jim followed right behind them until they were all crouched around the corner of the crate, truly out of sight for the first time. The twins looked unhurt, though he noticed with a pang of sorrow that they were still clutching each other; probably only around seven years old but looking far younger with fear all over their faces.

"What are your names?" He asked gently, trying not to sound as rushed as he felt. They were by no means out of danger yet, and all of their lives relied on them trusting and listening to him, and he knew they would be more comfortable if he knew their names.

"I'm Kayla and my brother is Kevin," Kayla whispered, so quietly that Jim could barely hear her.

Jim smiled softly. "You guys are doing great. You're going to walk ahead of me, we're going to the door." He wanted to keep himself between the group of men and the kids, if he could.

They nodded shakily. They all set off, ducking around and between the containers and crates on their way towards the exit.

They hadn't made much progress when noises that didn't come from the radio rang around the room, and Jim's heart dropped in his stomach.

He should have known their luck wasn't going to hold out.

Shouts of anger and swearing rang out around the building, but Jim could clearly hear "Just spread out and find them!" over the cacophony of sounds.

His heart dropped in his chest, bitter disappointment and fear flooding the back of his throat.

"Go, go hide!" he whispered harshly, heart starting to pound anew. Eyes wide and terrified, Kevin let his sister pull him away from Jim, and they ran. He watched them, crouched slightly against a metal shipping container, as Kayla pulled her brother into a crack between two shipping crates.

Once he was satisfied that they were as safe as they reasonably could be, he started walking down the little hallway, drawing his gun and clicking off the safety.

He didn't have a chance of hiding; the best he could do was try to defend where they were hiding without giving them away, and hope that they could escape themselves, if it came to that.

As plans went, it was pretty fucking awful.

Jim stood beside one of the shipping containers, about fifteen feet from where the twins had disappeared between the crates. The room had gone completely silent; all Jim could hear was his own harsh breathing and the stupid radio. His hands tightened around his gun.

He crept along the shipping crate, moving to check around the corner. He started.

Right in front of him was one of the men, clearly also in the process of looking around the corner. The man reeled back in shock. As if in slow motion, Jim saw him starting to bring his gun level to shoot.

Jim didn't even try to aim his gun - they were too close together. Automatically he pulled his hands back, slamming them down as hard as he could, pistol-whipping the man before he could get a shot off.

The man crumpled, falling to the ground with a hoarse yell that was like a cold dagger in Jim's gut.

Everyone would have heard the shout - everyone knew where he was.

He didn't even have time to curse, whirling around at the sound of heavy footsteps behind him. Another gangster emerged from the other side of the shipping container, grinning as he held up a long knife threateningly - they had been trying to flank him.

This time the man was far enough away that Jim had time to level his gun and aim. His lumbering steps got faster, the cruel grin fading to a snarl as he saw the gun in Jim's hand, but he didn't pause. Light glinted off the knife in his hand.

Jim pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the man in his shoulder, ripping through his shirt and into his body. The charging man didn't even flinch, taking another bounding step towards him.

Great. The man was so high that he wasn't even feeling fucking pain.

He was close now, nearly on top of Jim. He fired another shot, aiming for the chest this time, but the man lurched to the side at the last second, and the bullet hit him the shoulder again. He raised his knife, moving to stab Jim.

Instinctively, Jim let go of his gun with one hand, moving to block the incoming knife. It stopped a few inches above his chest, but the gangster took advantage of Jim's looser grip on his gun, knocking it out of his hand with a rough smack. It clattered as it skipped and bounced on the floor; landing where Jim couldn't see it.

He didn't waste any time mourning the loss of his weapon. Still holding the man's wrist in one hand, he punched the sensitive joint as hard as he could. The man ripped his hand out of Jim's grip with a shout as it went numb, this time the pain making it past the drug-addled brain. The knife slipped out of his unfeeling fingers, landing far away.

Much fairer. If Jim didn't have his gun, then he wouldn’t let him keep his knife.

The gangster didn't seem bothered by the loss of the weapon, clenching his fist and swinging his hand to try to punch Jim in the face. He dodged it easily enough, managing to land his own glancing blow across the other man's cheek before stepping back slightly. He could barely feel the ache in his knuckles over the pounding of his heart.

The gangster came in again for another punch, but this time Jim was too focused on finding an opening to end the fight to recognize the man's other fist coming at his face until it was too late.

Jim's head snapped back with the force of the punch, nose and cheekbone exploding in pain. He staggered back a few steps, one hand automatically coming up to ensure his glasses stayed on his face. Hot blood gushed out of his nose, covering his mouth and his chin. Opening his eyes - he wasn’t sure when he had closed them - he was able to dodge another punch just in time, ducking out of the way, hearing the rush of air as the fist narrowly missed his ear.

He kept moving in the direction of his dodge - out of the way of the wildly swinging fists, before coming in again. With a loud grunt, Jim slammed his fist into the gangster’s diaphragm. While the man was gasping for breath, Jim shoved him against the shipping container, holding him with one hand even as he pulled the other one back, clenching his fist. The gangster brought his own hands up, ready to block or attack.

The lights went out.

Jim flinched back slightly, eyes automatically darting around, trying to find the threat. In the back of his mind, he noticed the gangster doing the same.

There was a moment of silence in the darkness, the tension in the air wound tight as a tripwire - when everything was frozen. The only sound was the muffled, still-playing radio.

The stillness shattered. The radio turned to static as bursts of gunfire and screams filled the air, some in anger, most in fear.

Jim froze, staring at the gangster in front of him. He could just make out his outline, and the whites of the wide and terrified eyes.

The man tried to bring up his hands to block his face, but he was sluggish, still staggered from the missing light and the noise.

Jim punched the man as hard as he could in the temple. The lights flickered back on as he hit the floor.

Jim didn't get a second to relax. With a jolt, Jim recognized the sound of approaching footsteps over the screaming. He turned around to face the hallway, only to be slammed into the shipping container himself.

This gangster - taller and heavier than the last one - wrapped his thick fingers around Jim's neck, squeezing against his attempts to breathe. Jim could feel his own rapid-fire pulse trying to push back against the man's hands. He was already dizzy.

He didn't waste time trying to attack the man's arms - the angle was off. With all the force he could muster, he kicked the man's knee with his heel. He was rewarded with a sick popping sound.

The man roared, hands automatically leaving Jim's throat to clutch his knee. Jim gasped in a desperate breath, swinging his elbow at the man before he recovered. Jim had been aiming for his temple, but his elbow striking the man's jaw worked just as well. The gangster fell to the floor, unconscious like the others.

Jim heaved in a deeper breath, rubbing at his neck. It didn't seem seriously injured, - only bruised - and a quick check of his nose revealed that it wasn't broken, though it was still bleeding.

He looked both ways down the deserted hallway. It had gone quiet in the room, though this did nothing to reassure Jim.

Down the hallway, maybe ten feet away, Jim spotted his gun lying innocuously on the floor. He stalked towards it, eager to get his weapon back in his hands.

He had only taken a few steps - though his hand was already stretched towards his gun - when a man threw himself into the hallway. The man looked around, locked eyes on Jim's gun. He glanced up at him, then back down at the gun.

They both took off running towards the gun, but even as Jim's feet slapped the ground as he ran, his heart was sinking. He was further away than the man, he wasn’t going to get there in time -

The gangster picked up Jim's gun, pointing it directly at him. Jim froze. In the light he could make out the man's face, grinning even as blood dripped down his face from a cut on his forehead.

Instinctively he tensed his legs, ready to dive out of the way, even as he knew it would never work. The hallway was too narrow to avoid bullets for very long- the man too far away to disarm.

Sorrow pulsed through his body, immobilizing him far more effectively than the fear had. Sorrow for the twins, who had relied on him to get them out safely.

Sorrow especially for Barbara, who always was so worried when he went on a dangerous case; who he would be leaving all alone.

Jim stared down the barrel of his own gun, grief strangling him.

Out of nowhere, a huge shadow came down from above, striking the man's arm that held the gun, though the man managed to hold on to it. Jim flinched when the gun fired, but it missed wide.

The shadow moved impossibly fast, knocking the gun out of the man's hand with a crack so loud that Jim could hear from his position. The gangster tried to hit him, but might as well have been moving through molasses for how easily his attack was blocked, the shadow that wasn't a shadow moving fluidly out of the way and behind him, looping a rope around him and hitting him hard in the head in a single motion.

The gangster hit the ground, unconscious, at the same time the gun did. The silence echoed around the room, and Jim just knew that the fight was over.

And now he understood why the people who saw him didn't think he was human.

The whole world froze as he and the Batman looked at each other. Instinctive terror clenched tightly in Jim's gut at the sight, but he didn't move. Neither did Batman - and the moment between them stretched on.

Contrary to the rumours, Batman wasn't actually eight feet tall, though he was still extraordinarily large. A huge black mass - a cape, Jim realized with a faint jolt - trailed over his shoulders and behind him, stopping just above the ground, making him look even more immense. Through the shadows that appeared to flex to surround him, Jim could just barely out the shape of a bat emblazoned on his chest.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the mask. It covered most of Batman's face, leaving only the lower face exposed. The blank stare was incredibly off-putting, and being unable to see beneath the material covering his eyes only made him more terrifying.

But maybe the most unbelievable thing about Batman, now that Jim was actually seeing him for the first time, was that he was undeniably human, not the bat-hybrid demon the criminals had been promising for months.

After what felt like years, but probably only lasted a few seconds, Batman spoke.

"Are you hurt?" Batman asked. His voice surprised Jim - it was deep and gravely, but somehow still more human than he had expected. It seemed, from the way he stood and dressed, that his voice ought to have shook the building to its foundations, or else been a barely-there whisper.

"No." Jim was rather proud that his voice didn't shake. Batman appeared to look at his bloody nose, but didn't mention it.

"Where are the twins?"

Out of reflex, Jim briefly considered not telling him, but pushed it aside quickly.

Batman wasn't a bad guy he needed to hide information from.

"They're hiding behind some crates. They're safe." He inclined his head behind him, roughly towards where the kids had disappeared.

Batman held his gaze for a moment longer before walking past him, heading towards them.

As he passed by in front of him, he paused to kneel in front of the unconscious gangster that Jim had shot. When Batman moved on, Jim could see a field bandage covering the wounds, stopping the bleeding.

Jim stared at him as he walked down the hallway, moving silently towards the crates.

Now that he was out of immediate sight of Batman, Jim took the opportunity to take a deep breath, trying to force himself to exhale slowly. The adrenaline rush that he had staved off during the fight hit him all at once; the tingling rush weakened his legs and made his heart thud uncomfortably in his chest.

It had been a long time since there had been a call quite that close.

He inhaled forcefully, steeling himself again. He tried to wipe some of the blood off his face before it dried sticky, smearing it into his coat ineffectively.

His gun was still lying on the floor, next to the bound gangster that Batman had taken down. He took a few steps towards it, gingerly picking it up. He looked back at Batman, and firmly put it back in its holster.

Jim turned to follow Batman towards the kids. He was crouched next to one of the huge crates, his cape making a puddle of darkness on the ground as he slowly edged the massive crate away, clearing a way for the twins to get out easier.

When the gap was big enough, the twins crawled out. They both threw themselves at Batman; Kayla grabbing his cape and Kevin clinging to one of his arms.

As Jim got closer, he heard the surprisingly gentle sound of Batman murmuring to the kids. With a pang of sadness, he saw the recent tear streaks on their faces - results from their terror during the fighting.

When Jim was behind them, Batman looked up and over his shoulder at him, though he made no motion to stand up and dislodge the twins.

"Their names are Kayla and Kevin Wilson," he said, still looking at Jim.

"Yeah," Jim agreed, though he hadn't known their last name. "How did you..." he trailed off. How had he known the kids were missing, how did he find the missing kids in a city the size of Gotham?

"Their parents have a group looking for them around the streets."

At the mention of her parents, Kayla started to move, dislodging herself from the cape, grabbing her brother and backing away from Batman. Not fearfully, Jim noted, but calmly, secure in the knowledge that they were safe.

Batman waited until Kevin had completely let go of him to stand up. He was damn near impossible to read, between the mask and the stern mouth, but Jim imagined he was looking them all over, ensuring they were all as unharmed as they appeared. Jim wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't leave his tongue.

"Thank you!" Kayla said suddenly, before ducking slightly behind Jim's leg. Kevin nodded furiously from Jim's other side.

Batman's face - the part that was visible anyway - softened, a barely perceptible thing, but undeniable.

Apparently satisfied that they were all alright, he moved past them, positioning himself under one of the roof beams.

A horrible thought struck Jim.

"There's a truck coming," he exclaimed. He had forgotten about the gangsters' inbound backup in the chaos of the fight.

"It's already taken care of," Batman replied gruffly, not pausing in pulling something out of his belt.

Of course it was.

Jim shook his head slightly in disbelief. He had probably followed it here in the first place. The two of them had arrived at the same scene from opposite threads; Batman from knowing about the missing children and the truck, and Jim from learning about the case from the commissioner and Falcone.

Wait.

"This is Falcone's trafficking ring!" he blurted out.

This time Batman froze, turning solid. He hadn't known about Falcone's involvement.

"How do you know?" His non-eyes seemed to be staring right through Jim.

"The commissioner took me off the case because Falcone told him to." With every word he spoke his heart dropped further in his chest, as he realized the full effect of what he had done.

Falcone would find out that his human trafficking ring had been stopped. He would go to the commissioner, who would be happy to sell Jim out.

Panic started to rise, hot and constricting, in Jim's chest. Do you know what I've done? He wanted to ask him. Do you know what happens to people who directly go against the mob in this city?

I’m already dead.

Batman didn't say anything, though his face seemed to harden, impossibly making him look even more severe.

Jim's panic receded, just a little.

Batman understood.

"You’ll have enough proof to arrest Falcone by the end of the night," he growled solemnly, looking right at Jim.

He finished taking something out of his belt, pointing it towards the roof. A rope shot out of the device in his hand, and without another word to them, he ascended towards the ceiling, cape fluttering, until he melted into the shadows.

Well. That explained the 'flying' rumours.

"Wow," Kevin said, quietly awed.

Jim huffed a quiet laugh.

They were all still watching the shadows where Batman had disappeared when there was a noise of the door opening made them all tense up.

Jim's hand jumped to his gun automatically, body tensing. Had Batman actually chosen this night, of all nights, to miss someone?

"Jim!" Sarah's frantic hiss carried through the warehouse, and he relaxed.

"We're here," he called to her. "It's OK," he murmured to the twins when they looked up at him in alarm, trying to reassure them that Sarah was a safe person.

The sight of her turning around the corner had never been more welcome, despite the wild and furious look in her eyes.

"What the fu-" she broke off at the sight of the twins -"What the heck is going on?"

"It's a long-"

Before he could finish his thought, someone else followed Sarah into the warehouse.

"Jesus Christ Jim, we leave you alone for fucking five minutes and you run off by yourself. You're like a stupid puppy," Bullock snapped, standing behind her.

Unlike Sarah, Bullock didn’t look at all ashamed at all to swear in front of the kids, making them duck further behind Jim. Also unlike Sarah, he was actually in his police uniform, and didn't look like he had just crawled out of bed. Jim hadn't known he had been working that night.

"You brought Bullock?" Jim looked back at Sarah, eyebrow raised.

She shot him an exasperated look. “Yes, I picked up Bullock on the way, because you sounded like a madman on the phone. Your backup brought backup. What happened?"

Jim didn't say anything, glancing significantly at the kids at his side. They'd been through enough tonight - they didn't need to hear about how the police commissioner had been complicit in their ordeal.

She visibly forced herself to relax, bending over to look at them in the eye.

"I know you guys have been really brave tonight. Can you be brave again and go stay with my partner behind me for a few minutes?"

Neither twin moved, reluctant to leave Jim's side.

Sarah's mouth twisted wryly.

"I can understand why you wouldn't want to go with him. He's just so ugly!"

Kayla giggled loudly, then abruptly covered her mouth. Sarah's smile grew.

"I mean, I don't like being seen with him in public either. I mean, he's so scary looking! Look at his teeny tiny eyes and his weird mouth! And what is up with that weird tie?"

This time both kids giggled, sharing looks of hidden glee with each other.

"I know he looks like the troll from under the bridge," Sarah continued, "but he's so big and scary that I promise that no one is going be to able to get close to you. He'll scare them away, OK?"

"Like an ogre," Kevin snickered.

Bullock rolled his eyes as the kids laughed some more. He was used to it. Bullock, being the tallest and widest of all of them, was the one that kids were usually most scared of. Renee had been the first to discover that insulting him to his face usually made the kids more comfortable with him; by using his larger size to reassure them.

Not for the first time that night, Jim missed Renee sorely.

"That's right, but I'm the ogre who will let you play with the siren, if you want," Bullock grumbled, once he decided he was done being laughed at by children.

Hesitantly the twins separated themselves from Jim, sticking close to Bullock as they weaved away between the crates and shipping carts towards the exit. Jim and Sarah followed them.

From the doorway they watched the kids climb in the police car that Sarah and Bullock had arrived in, and the lights immediately filled the street with the familiar blue and red.

"So you want to tell me what the goddamn shit is going on?"

She listened patiently as he retold her what had happened that night, starting with entering commissioner Eaton's office. She didn't interrupt until he told her about Batman saving him, which was apparently her threshold for silence.

"The Batman saved your life?!"

Jim sighed. "Yes."

She pursed her lips together unhappily, but didn't say anything more until he was finished.

They were both quiet in the doorway. The pouring rain had regressed to a more gentle rain, which was creating waves in all the puddles in the street. The police lights were still flashing across his vision, reflecting and scattering in the water.

"So what are you going to do now?" Sarah asked quietly. "Do you have to leave Gotham?" She also understood the perils of going against the mob.

"I..." Jim trailed off. It was hard to think, with the adrenaline still rushing through his body, a thousand thoughts racing through his head. It wouldn't be long until Falcone would know that he was involved in stopping his trafficking ring.

A dark, fearful rush of emotion rose in him, and for a second he couldn't breathe, couldn't see.

Barbara was by herself in the apartment.

"You need to call Barbara?" Sarah furrowed her eyebrows as he fumbled with his phone, again showing her uncanny ability to read his mind.

He knew it was late, but he also knew that Barbara knew to answer the phone at this time of night.

"Hello?"

"Barbara, are you alright?"

"Dad? Of course I am. Are you? It's-" she yawned -"It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm fine. I just...wanted to call."

"OK." He could hear how sleepy she sounded, even over the phone, and felt a pang of guilt.

"Jim..." Sarah whispered, staring right at him.

"You know not to open the door right? Not for anyone?" He blurted out, needing to voice his fear, however simple it sounded out loud.

He could hear her roll her eyes. "Yes Dad. I'm not an idiot."

"I know, I know,” he said, smiling despite the anxiety still writhing in his gut. The puddles on the ground were still flashing red and blue. "I love you Barbara."

"I love you too Dad."

The dial tone was blaring in his ear, but he couldn't bring himself to pull the phone away. He was paralyzed, unable to move through the fear of someone hurting Barbara, of it being his fault.

"JIM!" Sarah snapped, staring at him. She must have been calling his name for a while. "Is she alright?"

"She's alone in the apartment," Jim moaned, voicing the only thought circling his mind. It'd be so easy for someone to get in, break open the door, and shoot her, blood on the floor, blood on the wall and-

"Jesus Jim, breathe," Sarah took his phone out his hand, resting her other hand on his shoulder. "You said that Batman is going to get information to arrest Falcone?” She asked slowly.

"I- yes," Jim said, the non-sequitur breaking him out of his spiralling thoughts. "What-"

"OK, here is what is going to happen," she said, gesturing to Bullock in the car to join them by the door before looking back at Jim, "I am going to drop to drop those kids off back with their family, and then I am going to sit in your apartment with my gun, and I won't let anyone get in."

He stared at her, uncomprehending. "She won’t answer the door at this time of night."

"Then I’ll wait outside. I won't let anyone in, OK? She'll be safe," she repeated earnestly.

"Sarah..." How could he voice the relief and gratefulness that was steadily replacing the fear?

"Falcone won't get to her," she vowed, and Jim took a deep breath, relaxing slightly. He believed her the same way he believed that Batman was collecting evidence against Falcone right now.

"What's that plan?" Bullock asked, finally joining them. Sarah turned to look at him.

"You and Jim are going to help Batman arrest Falcone so he doesn't murder Jim."

"Oh is that all," Bullock deadpanned sarcastically.

Sarah looked back at Jim, softening ever so slightly. "It's going to be alright. But you need to pull yourself together and fix this, because you are not leaving Gotham."

"Thank you Sarah," he said sincerely. Knowing that Barbara would be guarded made it possible to think around the terror, though it wouldn't go away until Falcone was taken care of.

Her smile was like quick-fire, as she turned and walked to the police car. Without a word, Bullock and Jim headed towards where he had hidden the car.

The night was far from over, and there was so much work to do.

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littledreamybeth · 7 years

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Give in to me

17 years old (2011)

(Picture is not mine!)

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Honestly, I suck at writing smut and there are definitely more talented people than I am! I hope you still enjoy it! xoxo

“Are you really sure you want to do it?” Harry’s hot breath hit my lips, his green orbs searching for confirmation in my eyes. I was placed onto his lap, straddling him. Our crotches met each other while I was grinding on him to create friction and simultaneously to get him turned on. I felt his hands trailing their way down my back to my hips where they stayed.

“Absolutely,” I panted, tangling my fingers in the mob of curls and pushing his head towards mine so I could connect our lips to a kiss again. What should suppose to be an evening with cuddling and watching movies until we fell asleep instantly turned out to be a heated make out session. Deep down, I knew it was time to lead our relationship to the next level.

We had been together for almost a year and none of us truly came up with the topic of having sex with each other. Every now and then you could notice that we lusted for the other one but honestly we never went further. Harry was very patient in that case and he took sex very seriously I could tell because it meant more to him than just having fun. For him, sex consisted of commitment, trust and deep connection and not to forget love. When it happened then because we loved each other and wanted to make this experience not because we felt obligated to do it. I knew he wanted to give me as much as time that I needed until I came to the point where I could say I was ready to give in myself to him.

Tonight, I was ready. Ready to connect my body with his, feeling him close to me than ever. Feeling his unconditional love for me. Just the thought caused little jolts in my entire body.

“You know we can wait,” Harry mumbled, pulling away from my lips. His face showed a hint of uncertainty. “It’s your first time, love. I don’t want you to regret anything afterwards. If we do this you’re not a virgin anymore. When it’s done, it’s done and there is no turning back. So please, think about it clearly. I don’t want to take something special that only belongs to you when you’re not into this.”

“I am, Harry,” I reassured him, caressing his cheek gently. I loved how caring he was. “I want you to make love me. I don’t want to share this experience with anyone but you.” My voice almost sounded desperate.

It was yet enough to convince him about my choice. He nodded his head. “Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s go to your bedroom then.”

He stood up, me still clinging onto him, steadying his hands under my thighs and carrying me upstairs. Thank god my parents weren’t at home by the time and they wouldn’t be there for a while so Harry and I had all the privacy that we needed.

Arriving at my room, Harry carefully placed me onto my bed. A wave of nervousness washed over me and I could tell that Harry felt the same.

“You’re still sure about this, yeah?” he questioned again.

I nodded my head agreement. “I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.”

Harry crawled his way towards me until he was hovering over my body and I lied beneath him. He put his hands to the left and right of my head and bent down. My heart beat quickened and excitement run through my body. I couldn’t wait to become one with him.

As he kissed my lips, he slowly stripped my shirt over my head. The sudden contact with the cool air let goose bumps rise on my skin. I heard a slight gasp out of his mouth as he saw what kind of bra I wore. His eyes grew to a dark shade and lust was obviously visible in them. My hands went down to his pants and unbuckled his belt. Sliding his jeans to his ankles, I could recognize the bulge in his boxers.

We freed each other from the remaining bits of our clothes, throwing them in a corner of my room. However, when it came to my underwear, insecurity crept its way onto the surface. Firstly, Harry never saw me naked before, not even in a bikini. And secondly, I never was content with my body and I kinda was afraid of how he would react to it.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked, sensing my hesitation.

“Nothing,” I claimed, just because I didn’t want to destroy our mood.

“Are you feeling insecure?” He exactly hit the mark with his question.

“(Y/N), you’re insanely beautiful, no matter how you look like. Even if you had more pounds on your hips or thighs or whatever part on your body, I would have still loved you. I love you for you, not for your body.”

Harry always knew what to say to cheer me up. I smiled widely and as he told me to arch my back so he had access to my bra and could unclasp it, I did what he said. The straps of my black laced bra slowly glided down my arms, giving Harry a perfect view on my breasts.

He offered me a smile, which gave me the feeling of encouragement.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re perfect.” I took his both hands and let them to my chest. He cupped my breasts and kneaded them softly, adding a bit pressure on them. A content sigh escaped my lips and a wave of heat crushed on me. Harry glared intently at me, curious about my reaction. I closed my eyes in satisfaction, taking my lower lips between my teeth. His thumps brushed gently against my sensitive nipples and another sigh escaped my mouth as I felt little tingles flowing through my body.

Then, Harry took my nipples into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the little nubs until they became hard. Looking at him pleasuring me was definitely a hot sight.

“May I go further?” he inquired and as I gave him my approval to do so, he stripped me out of my panties. I was now fully naked and Harry practically devoured me with his eyes.

“I think I could get used to seeing you naked. Hopefully more often.” He grinned cheekily.

“Haha, you wish, Styles,” I remarked.

Harry freed himself out of his boxers afterwards, my eyes widened and I gulped as I saw the size of his hard cock. He was huge. I took a deep breath.

“You think we could start?”

“Yes,” I responded. He went to his drawer and put out a little pack of condoms.

“Harry, we don’t need that,” I said. He gave me a confused look.

“I’m on birth control,” I admitted and earned a slightly bewildered expression on Harry’s face.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I wanted to be prepared once the time came. I want to feel you entirely, Harry. All of you.”

He came back to me, pushing me on my back, then placing himself between my legs. His hands were all over my naked body. Wherever he touched me, his hands left a burning sensation behind. My desire for him grew more every passing second. He placed his soft lips on my throat. I tilted my head to the side so he had more access to my neck, peppering my skin with gentle kisses. He easily found my sweet spot, teasing it with his amazing tongue. Biting, sucking, licking, that’s how he worked on my skin, drawing blood to the surface. He left his marks on me, to be seen for everyone and I was sure that I would keep them for a long while. But honestly, I didn’t care.

“It’ll hurt at the beginning,” he whispered in my ear. “I need you to stay relaxed and calm, okay.” I nodded.

“You need to tell me if you can’t handle it anymore and I will stop. Just tell me when you feel uncomfortable, please.”

I could feel the base of his erection against my core and then he slowly pushed himself into me. A burning pain hit me instantly and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, my body stiffening. I couldn’t prevent a few tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Relax, baby,” Harry soothed. “I know it hurts.” I tried to, but the further he slid into me the more pain I felt. I whimpered. My nails were digging into his arms and Harry hissed at it.

“(Y/N), I will stop, okay? I don’t like to see you in pain. We can repeat this some other time.”

As he intended to slide out of me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing him to stay.

“(Y/N),” he begged.

“No, please continue,” I choked out whilst the pain. He wiped away my tears and kissed over my eyes tenderly.

“But you’re hurting.”

“Move, Harry.”

I was in pain, yes, but he filled me up entirely and there were no enough words to describe how complete I felt. He gave me more time to adjust to his size.

Intertwining our fingers then, he started to move his hips, thrusting into me with a slow pace. I still felt uncomfortable but the pain vanished a bit the more he slid in and out of me.

“Are you okay, baby?” he inquired.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully.

The pain was soon replaced by pleasure and sweet moans started to leave my lips. Harry buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily.

“Harry…” I sighed, spreading my legs wider so I could take more of him. Here we were, tangled in each other’s arms with not only our bodies but also our souls connected, making passionate love to each other. It was amazing. An indescribable moment.

“(Y/N), you feel so good, baby. Oh jesus!” he groaned.

Thrust after thrust, he quickened his pace and we became a moaning and groaning mess. I no longer felt any pain. I bucked my hips up to meet his. When he hit my g-spot, I threw my head back in pleasure, screaming his name. He continued to hit that spot I was craving for and I could see the stars in front of my eyes. God, I loved this boy so much.

After a while, we switched positions so I could now ride him. I think he wanted me to be in charge of our love making so I knew how it felt to be in control. And I had to admit that I felt superior. Harry pressed his head against my chest, kissing the gap between my breasts. I increased my pace, bouncing faster but still gentle on his shaft. The sweet sounds that escaped his lips could have taken me to the edge here and now. I would always remember this even though there was more to come. And I was looking forward to it.

“You look so sexy riding me like this, baby,” Harry said. “Take all of me, baby. Make love to me. Show me your love. I’m all yours.”

I connected my lips with his, our tongues meeting each other and fighting for dominance.

“I love you, Harry.” I had the urge to scream this so everybody in the entire world knew that he belonged to me. However, it was in the middle of the night and I didn’t want the neighbors to wake up. I needed to contain the volume of my voice.

“I love you too, baby. Only you.”

Slowly, I felt something build up in my stomach and I knew I would hit my orgasm soon. Harry turned us to our old position and I lied underneath him again.

“I’m close, Harry,” I panted, slightly clenching around him.

“I’ve got you baby girl, let go when you feel like it. I’m here.” To find my release faster, he added pressure on my clit, rubbing circles on it. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my screams.

“Shit!” More and more whimpers came out my mouth.

“Let go baby. Give in to me,” Harry encouraged me. With another thrust, I came on his erection, muscles clenching around him and my toes curling. Harry road me through my orgasm and when his thrusts became sloppy he found his own climax.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his lips parted and he let out a throaty moan. “(Y/N)!” He spurted his semen into me and watching him during his high for the first time was an amazing experience.

His body fell onto mine, his head resting on my bare chest. My fingers instantly run through his hair, slightly tugging at them.

“It was wonderful. I have no words to describe it,” I mumbled. I was no longer a virgin anymore.

“You’re not feeling pain, are you?” He sounded sleepy.

“No, not anymore.”

“That’s good. Don’t want you get hurt.” His voice was nothing but a whisper now.

“I’m fine, baby.”

He gave me a final kiss on my lips for that night.

Soon we fell asleep in each other’s. Sweaty but happy in more in love than ever.

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audreysl0ve · 7 years

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Dark OQ: Days 2-3

This covers Getting Acquainted with the Wish Realm and First Fight. Enjoy :)

Her magic does not work well in the wish realm, it turns out. She had thought that a fresh start meant no one would recognize her, that she could finally be free of the reputation of the Evil Queen. So when magic did not come to her that first night in the tavern, she paid it no mind. It would come back, she had mused, at some point. But for now she could just enjoy life as Regina.

There are drawbacks, of course, to having no magic. Getting in and out of her dress without help is a nightmare, it turns out (she won't let Robin help her put her dress back on, it's a level of intimacy they both haven't reached). Robin insists she let him steal her something more sensible to wear, but she will have none of it. Everything in this realm is different and she needs her own clothes, just her one source of comfort to feel herself .

For three days, other than the discomfort of dressing herself and the need to reuse the same dress, she finds the realm... easy to enjoy, even without magic. And what's not to enjoy, when your Not Soulmate is there to kiss and touch at night, and there's a whole new world to explore in the daytime?

But on their fourth day in the realm something changes. She strolls through the village as she has done everyday before, but on this day, peasants shriek and run from her as if she were the most frightening monster they had ever seen.

"What's happening?" she whispers to Robin. He looks just as confused as she does, though he doesn't look the least bit concerned.

"I'm not sure. This is a fictional wish realm, yeah? Maybe someone made a new wish and it... changed things? People cared fuck all about you before but they certainly seem to care now."

People abandon their carts of fruit at the market, running and ducking for cover, and Robin looks at her, pleased as punch as he hands her an apple off the cart. "You make my job easy," he says. "Thievery requires no skill when people leave their valuables and run away. Do you think you could do me a favor and walk into that shoe store? I need some new boots."

She rolls her eyes. It's not funny. People are running away because they think she has magic, but if they find out she does not... they will run toward her. They will run toward her with hot tar that will burn her flesh, they will either burn her alive or string her up by a tree and stone her slowly until she dies. That's the punishment for killing royalty, after all.

They journey back to Robin's camp that night, Regina aware she can no longer stay in the inn that she had called home since moving to this realm. She knew she'd end up here eventually (she was kidding herself for ever thinking otherwise), but it does seem a bit... soon.

"They are terrified of you, I can't imagine why you are afraid," Robin muses.

"I'm not afraid, I'm concerned." Regina corrects, for god's sake she is not scared, does not scare, is certainly not scared of a bunch of peasants .

Robin raises a skeptical eyebrow before reminding her, "They don't know you don't have magic. No one's going to risk confronting you given all the stories of those who tried and failed. Relax."

He's an idiot.

As if to prove him wrong, they hear the noise of an angry mob moving through the forest that night. It's mostly villagers with pitchforks and pointed sticks, some set aflame, but they are directed by... others... on horseback. Regina urges Robin to hide with her, behind a tree at the top of a hill while they watch the crowd in the valley below.

"The Evil Queen killed your King, Queen and Princess. She must be destroyed. Scour every thicket in the forest, search every home or hobble you can find... bring her body to me, along with the one who is harboring her, bring them to me dead or alive, and you shall have your reward - all the riches you can carry on horseback!"

It's Henry, and it kills her, hearing his sweet voice demanding her death.

It's not really Henry she reminds herself. Her Henry would never. But still….

"Ah, a reward!" Robin says with a chuckle. "Forgot about that. Nothing gives a man brass balls like the promise of opulence. Well, off we go, then." He urges her up, that amused smirk on his face. He's not scared, he's not panicked. He looks like he's tickled pink about this grand new adventure.

What an idiot.

"This is serious," she says through clenched teeth. "They are going to kill us and you're acting as if we are plotting to avoid a surprise party."

"And you act as if this is my first time escaping an angry mob," he chides, "come now, follow along, I know the drill."

For days, for weeks, they live like outlaws. Robin wins the argument over her clothing, and that seems to please him. She doesn't wear a frilly cotton dress, though, he steals her some leather britches and a couple of white thermal shirts she quite likes. When he finds her a fur vest it hits her - she's worn this outfit before. She's reliving Isaac's heroes and villains universe, this time with a dramatic twist, and it would be funny, if she didn't have to see evidence of how much her Not Son hates her every minute of the day.

She enjoys this Robin. Enjoys him more than she thought possible. They live in the woods, it's cold and dirty and wet, but she feels warm and safe with him. But there's a problem. She's distanced herself from him emotionally since they took flight.

She has no power. She's too reliant on him and she can't stand it. She doesn't want him to see her as a burden, or as weak. And it's hard to imagine he wouldn't see her as both of those things when she so clearly does.

She's never been the weak one in the relationship, but she is now.

Robin steals for her. Robin finds them food. Robin always has an escape route — a way to take out a wandering guard, a way to hide in the forest without being noticed.

The only thing she can do is cook, and even that is difficult, given that they are in a forest with meager supplies. Still, she wants to contribute, so she makes the most of little ingredients that grow in the forest, grateful for the time when she had easy access to cookbooks and 28 years to learn how flavors compliment each other. Robin is appreciative, it seems, though he disapproves of her cooking methods because, admittedly, they are dangerous. He tells her he is fine with charred unseasoned meat and overripe fruit, because they are safe.

"You keep spoiling me and I may become picky," he laments as he moans into a well seasoned, perfectly cooked stew. "Besides, we both know that cooking like you do is risky. Hours with a burning flame? You know the smoke gives our location to anyone nearby. No more of this, yeah?"

"No. Just because we live like animals doesn't mean we have to eat like animals," she argues.

She works on her magic every night. Spends every hour until she falls asleep trying, until tears of frustration and worry (and yes, of fear) fall quietly while Robin sleeps.

And then in the morning she throws on her simple garments and cooks.

He's right, though. She's making another complicated stew that she's been brewing since dawn when she hears the mob approach. Robin curses and gives her a look, that look, the look that says he was right and she was wrong. The look that says this all her fault, that she's ruined his life, that she's a burden, that she's…

He throws dirt on the fire and snuffs it out hissing "Come on," to her, motioning to a nearby tree.

He makes it there first despite the fact he's carrying a small bag of their supplies. This particular tree is big and tall, without branches until several feet in the air, not climbable, if not for the rope he's wound around the thick branch high above them.

"You first, now."

It's not the first time they've used a tall tree as a hiding place, but this is so close to camp…

"Here? Shouldn't we... put some distance between us and camp?"

"Do we have time to argue?" Robin asks in an angry whisper. "They could be coming from different angles, this is safest. And besides, they won't look for us here, so close to camp."

He's an idiot. Such an idiot. But he's right; they do not have time to argue. So she shimmies up the rope and he follows. He's barely had time to pull the rope back up when the guards come, inspecting the campsite.

"Fire was just put out, they didn't go far," says a guard. "Search every direction, they left in a hurry so it must be someone with something to hide.

"Someone should stay here, in case they return," says a guard, peering into the stew.

Regina elbows Robin in the ribs and hisses "You see? Bad idea, they are going to wait on us all night."

Robin whimpers in pain and rubs his ribs tenderly. "Ow. Why are you blaming me? That guard only suggested that because of your stew. Look at him, the fat bastard, I guarantee he'll eat the whole pot while everyone else is off looking for us."

He's right, unfortunately. This Robin is good at reading people, he may be crap at everything else, but... he can sense a person's motivations like none other.

And as he man helps himself to Regina's meal (it wasn't even finished, it had to to simmer for a few more hours, dammit), Robin shoots her another I told you so glance.

"Your need to play culinary queen of the forest strikes again," he mutters, "Now we are feeding the people who want to kill us, wonderful…"

He's right, and it hurts, but she's the Queen, and he should not talk to her that way. "Oh shut up," she hisses back, "you kept saying you didn't even like that stew, what are you so upset about?"

"Oh, of course I liked the stew, it is bloody amazing!" he argues, "I don't like that we need to luxurious meals, when we are running for our lives, but I guess I should have expected this while traveling with a queen. The next time I enter the outlaw life it won't be with royalty, I can tell you that."

Her face flushes red, and her heart sinks. He resents her already, it seems. So now she will go. "Well, good news, we will stay up here until the man falls asleep and then we can climb down from here, and it's the last you'll ever have to see of me."

He looks perplexed. "What does that mean?" he asks, "Where do you plan to go?"

She shrugs. "Anywhere is better than here. I'll figure it out. On my own. I'm best on my own."

Robin rolls his eyes. "Yes, you'll be better off without me, because I've been such a terror to you. Remind me again, whose fault is it that we are up in a tree?"

"Mine!" she nearly shouts, remembering just in time that she must whisper. "It's my fault, this whole thing is my fault. I've been nothing but a burden since I arrived. I'm utterly useless without my magic. I won't stay that way. I'll make it on my own. You're free of me, Locksley."

She crosses her arms and moves as far away from him as she can, but they are in a tree together, and unless she's climbing up or down, they are stuck, right against one another. She hates this.

"You're not a burden, Regina," Robin says softly, after a few minutes of silence. "And you're certainly not useless. I get it, you can't use your magic, and it's a struggle to not have such power…"

"It's not just that—" she protests, but he brings a finger to his lips, and she finds herself obeying, letting him say his peace.

"I've had… partners over the years. No one can climb a rope quite like you. No one has taken to tracking quite as fast. And when I distracted that merchant, the way you pilfered those goods without him ever noticing, I could not have done that alone, and it is not something just anyone could do. So give yourself some credit, okay?"

She hadn't... she really hadn't thought of those things as a skill. But he seems so sincere. She's used to offering so much more, it seems impossible that only contributing this much would mean anything… It doesn't feed them or clothe them or protect them as much as he….

"I can cook," she finally says meekly, and he chuckles and nods, mutters a You certainly can , but he doesn't get it, so she elaborates. "I can't do much, but I can cook. That's why… I keep insisting. It's all I feel I can offer."

"Bollocks, you offer loads more than that," Robin scoffs. "I wouldn't pick anyone else to stay by my side. To be quite honest, I highly doubt anyone could take my company for this long uninterrupted. That's why I'm usually alone." He cups her chin tenderly and looks her in the eye. "I much prefer it this way. I'll take living in trees and hiding in bushes for the rest of our lives over living my old life. So don't leave me alone again."

She blinks back tears, contemplating his words. She wants so desperately to tell him that she doesn't want to leave, that this is the closest she's been to happy since the brief time she had the old Robin in her life, when she let herself dream she'd have a family. But she still feels so vulnerable, so easily broken that sharing this with him seems too dangerous for her poor heart. So she nods, and says nothing.

Robin, however, has more to say. "I hear you at night." he says softly. He looks down as if ashamed of himself. And he should be, that's spying, he's been pretending to be asleep when…

"I didn't know how to bring it up," he explains, "you work yourself to the bone trying to bring your magic back. You don't have to. Let it come, or hell, let it stay away. We don't need it. We have each other. We're a good team without the magic, yeah? So stop beating yourself up at night. And for the last time, stop cooking because you think you need to contribute. You contribute a fuck lot just by being you."

Tears come, but it's getting dark now, and maybe he doesn't see them. Maybe. She keeps her voice steady as she whispers "Alright," into the dusk air.

He smiles and raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Also… I know we're currently in a tree, but... I miss this. " He grabs at her waist and kisses her, letting his hands wander, rubbing over her breasts down to the swell of her backside. "I know you're new to the bandit lifestyle, but once you adjust, I do hope we can resume these… activities more often."

Regina sighs, tries not to look too terribly affected (she likes when he talks like this to her, loves it, really, but she shouldn't) but can't help biting her lip as she rolls her eyes. "I guess we'll have to see if you're able to win me over," she chirps softly.

He laughs and shakes his head, tells her he intends to do just that.

The guard falls asleep after eating nearly half a pot of stew (she can take the credit for that one, Robin says, her stew is so homey and warm it can settle nearly anyone to sleep), and they escape, taking off into the forest to make yet another new start.

This time, Regina feels much stronger, and even lets herself become optimistic that this is a life that could work for them.

In three days' time, her magic returns to her, gentle, like a feather falling on her back. She feels it, feels the warm power pulsing through her.

For her first act of magic she poofs a perfectly cooked stew into Robin's hands. As he looks at the bowl, awestruck, she chuckles.

"I'm tired of playing bandit," she muses, a fake pout on her lips. "I have an idea for a new place we could go. How do you feel about yet another fresh start?"

"With you?" he asks, a glimmer in his eye. "Absolutely."

She smiles slyly and presents him with the sparkling bean she had been able to uncover with her newfound magic, and tells him, "Let's go find ourselves a home."

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