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elliespeach · 1 year

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you belong to me | part two

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: ellie’s crush seems to spiral out of control one day on patrol and now she’s left to face the consequences.

warnings: 18+, strong language, sexually explicit descriptions, ellie and reader smoke weed together, possession and jealousy, david bowe? sandra

wordcount: 3k+ (periodt)

author note: thank you guys for so much love on the first part, i appreciate it more than you know that people enjoy my writing! i saw a tiktok about how moonage daydream is probably one of ellie’s favorite songs and i HAD to jump on it (i dont know who made the tt im sorry) i love that song and personally, i totally see ellie loving it so u know i had to incorporate it somehow. i hope you guys like this one! w loveeeeee

ellie held open the door for you once you reached her garage behind joel’s house. the small but cozy little apartment was familiar to you, the smell of weed and ellie was pungent but delightful as always. a small smile appeared on your lips as you glanced around ellie’s room, you’ve seen it a hundred times but it just screams ellie and you loved every knick-knack. ellie couldn’t help but stare, twiddling with her fingers ever so slightly but when you caught her eye she dropped her hands and her eyes darted to the wall.

“uh– dina and i smoked my last blunt, gotta roll a new one.” ellie stammered, suddenly really aware of her movements. she made her way to her small couch, gathering her supplies to make the perfect blunt for you. she could roll with her eyes closed, but you made her so nervous and she was worried her shaky hands would spill her stash.

normally, ellie wasn’t like this around you but given the circumstances, she couldn’t help it.

fuck oh my god ellie just fucking roll like you’ve done a thousand times. she made the mistake of glancing at you, seeing you looking around her room. her heart nearly lurched from her chest, you fiddled with her paint brushes, leading your finger to the comic book she had open on her desk. rollrollrollrollroll.

“what’s this?”

“my amazing-spiderman comic, i read it like a thousand times already.” ellie had regained control of her shaky hands, putting all of her focus into it. you let out a small laugh, causing her to lose focus and look up at you.

“nerd alert…” you said under your breath in a joking tone, locking your eyes on her stereo.

“excuse m–”

“what tapes do you have?” you searched through her tape box, landing on david bowe, you let out an exaggerated gasp “oh, perfect!”

ellie scoffed lightheartedly, “i have the blunt ready, when you’re done bullying me.”

“oh please, i could do worse,” you skipped to moonage daydream and pressed play. the music erupted through the speakers and you turned it down to a reasonable volume and turned back to ellie, who was watching you diligently. “thank you.”

ellie held out the blunt for you and you took it while settling in on the couch, the song vibrating throughout the small garage. “don’t sweat it, anything for you.”

keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe, put your ray gun to my head

“no, really thank you, for everything.” you said, taking a hit from the blunt. feeling what little nerves you had left diminish into thin air. being around ellie had calmed you down a lot more than you had anticipated, and this was noticeable to ellie as you got more comfortable on her small couch. she watched your every move, fuck you look good hitting the blunt.

press your space face close to mine, love, freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah

“like i said, anything for you,” you reached out, offering her the blunt next and she took it with ease. “can i ask you something?” ellie asked, her confidence coming back with the high creeping up on her.

“shoot.” you responded.

“what did you see in her?” along with her question, she passed the blunt off to you, and you hit it while contemplating your answer.

don't fake it, baby, lay the real thing on me

“i don’t know, if i’m being honest. she asked me on a date and we had a good time,” you took a beat. “it was nice, for a little. i guess.”

“she didn’t deserve you, you know?” ellie remarked, taking the blunt back. “i’m not saying that because i kissed you, im saying it because i really mean it.” and because i kissed you. because you deserve someone like me.

not someone like me. just me.

“yeah, i know.” you answered softly.

the church of man, love, is such a holy place to be

a silence fell between you and ellie, and she took the time to inhale the smoke into her lungs and back out. it was nearly out now and she ashed it into the tray. you loved the way she looked when she smoked, her hair in a messy bun, eyes red. your mind raced to the thought of her hands on you like they were a few weeks ago, aggressive but polite. the way she treated every curve of your body like it was a piece of artwork, you’d never admit it but you yearned for that feeling again.

“well, can i ask you a question?” you asked her and she nodded bringing the blunt back to her lips, which somehow gave you small flurries in your stomach. “why did you kiss me?”

she raises her eyebrows slightly, cocking her head to the side with a smirk. “you kissed me back you know? didn’t we just vow never to speak of it again?” she said in a mock accusatory tone.

“i asked you a question,” you demanded, half joking. “and we're high, so it doesn’t count.”

make me, baby, make me know you really care, make me jump into the air

she looked down to the blunt between her fingers, choosing her words carefully. “heat of the moment, i think.” lie.

“c’mon ellie, i was honest with you.” you persisted with a laugh, knowing she was keeping the truth from you.

she breathed out your name and her red eyes bore into yours, “why do you think i kissed you?” ellie spoke softly, as if anyone else would hear.

she wanted to kiss you again and images of you on your back and your arms wrapped around her neck flooded her mind. it clouded her to say the least, as if the weed wasn’t doing that already. the way your body felt against hers, the electricity she felt when she kissed you and above all, you moaning in pleasure by ellie just simply touching you made her weak in the knees.

keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe put your ray gun to my head

“i wish you would’ve done it before i went out with her,” you stated, unsure if that was the right thing to say. ellie’s eyebrows raised and you admired her eyebrow slit and how it suited her face well, even if it was an accident.

“i wanted to ever since you got here,” ellie remarked, thinking about the day you arrived in jackson, she smiled at the memory. “but you were so…you, it made me nervous.” admitting that to you made her cheeks flush bright red and she could feel the heat she was radiating off.

“oh, wow. i make the infamous ellie williams nervous?” you flaunted, theatrically throwing your hair over your shoulders.

“shut up.” she playfully pushed your upper body.

“you shut up!” you laughed, pushing her back which resulted in her dropping the small blunt on the floor. you both immediately went to go pick it up, your hands touching as they reached the blunt. you were leaning further over than ellie was, face close to hers and you could swear you felt her breath on your face.

press your space face close to mine, love, freak out in a moonage daydream, oh

the feeling that came over her the day in the woods was back again, this time in fuller force. every nerve in her body was heightened and her mind was screaming, kiss her you idiot! over and over again until she couldn’t fight the urges anymore.

swiftly, she cupped your face in her hands, pulling you into a deep kiss. it wasn’t hungry or lust filled, it felt sweet and you all but smiled as she did. your hand involuntarily moved up to grab her forearm, desperate for her touches again. and as if she could read your thoughts ellie gently pushed you down so she was over top of you on her small couch.

the song in the background faded out slowly, the only sound was the heavy breathing of both of you. your legs went around her waist and she lowered herself into you. she pulled away from the kiss, staring at you longingly. a small smile splayed across her face and she reached up to brush away a loose strand of hair from your face. she pushed it behind your ear, following your hair down to your neck with her finger, just looking as if she was committing you to memory. and she was.

“els?”

“yeah baby?” she cooed, still hovering her eyes all over you a new found confidence in her, knowing you were just as crazy for her as she was for you.

her green eyes found yours, “i have patrol in the morning,” you all but whined and ellie groaned playfully, burying her face in the crook of your neck. “i should try and get some sleep,” ellie kissed your neck, sucking on one spot below your ear which made your body twitch. “williams!” you laughed and her face was in front of yours again.

“stay here tonight?” she asked, almost begged, her puppy eyes nearly bulging out of her head.

“course,” you replied and she very hesitantly got off of you to go to her dresser. as you sat up on the couch, you noticed the blunt still on the floor. picking it up and seeing it was definitely ashed by now you looked around for her trash can.

when you went to throw it away you saw crumpled up papers in the bin, ellie wasn’t one to waste and when you reached down to investigate she yelled from across the room, “don’t!” but it was too late, the paper was being unfolded in your hands and when you saw what she didn’t want you too, you understood why.

she had drawn you, on your horse looking out over jackson from the patrol look-out. ellie came up behind you and snatched the paper away from you, replacing it with a large t shirt of hers. “you’ve been drawing me?” you asked sweetly.

“maybe,” she tried to deflect, “cmon, change. you need your sleep.” you obliged, letting her take the picture which she flattened out on her desk instead of throwing it away again. she was embarrassed about it but you adored it and wondered if that was the first time she had done that. it wasn’t.

ellie often found herself sketching you, even if she didn’t mean to. she was practicing eyes and thought they looked familiar until she realized they were yours. those were crumbled up as well, probably long gone by now and she cursed herself for it.

you changed and despite the moment(s) she had with you, she turned away as you did letting you have some privacy. she was waiting patiently, looking at her old books on her shelf when you came up behind her and took her hand in yours. she felt electricity in her hands as you touched her, the feeling not going away as you pulled her into her own bed.

you fell asleep listening to ellie’s heartbeat in her chest, her arm wrapped tightly around you. there wasn’t much said, the high putting you both to sleep and when morning came ellie was alone in her bed, her clock reading 9:06 am.

for a scary moment, she thought she had dreamed the whole thing. she got too high and hallucinated you flirting back with her, kissing her sweetly and wearing her t-shirt. she rolled over and noticed a small indent in the bed and could still smell the springy smell that belonged to you. not a dream…

right, you had patrol. but why wouldn’t you wake her? ellie groaned and sat up in her bed, regretful she wasn’t able to say a simple goodbye before you left. she knew from previous trips you’d be back in about an hour, so ellie got up and got ready for the day and set out for the front gates. it was the middle of spring, she decided to wear a short sleeved blue button up with ripped jeans and her converse that desperately needed replacing.

as she approached the gates, the familiar sound of bustling jackson townies filled her ears. she could smell the breakfast from the only restaurant in town and her mouth filled with water, but she was determined to make sure you got back safely first.

she was approached by dina, who looked tiresome. “thank god we have the day off, im exhausted.” normally, she would agree. patrolling could get boring as often as she did it, the same routes she’s always taken, fighting small groups of infected here and there. but today she wished differently, her eyes darting from dina and the still closed gates, she wished she could have come with you.

“yeah,” was all she said at first, contemplating telling her friend about the events of last night. sandra breaking up with you, taking you back to her place, how you kissed her back passionately. it made ellie think about how you could have ever been with sandra, and if you ever kissed sandra like that, felt her the way you did with ellie. a feeling of jealousy swarmed over her, glossing over her thoughts and destroying them. had you done all of that with her? did you think about me when you were with her? were you with her like that?

she decided against speaking about it, scared that she would burst into flames on the spot. “i’m switching back to morning patrols next week.” ellie announced to dina who raised her eyebrow in question before coming to her own conclusion about why.

“so things are good with you guys again?” dina asked, biting into a sandwich and the sight made ellie’s stomach grumble.

ellie looked everywhere but her friend. “yeah, i guess so.” she figured dina had no idea what transpired last night being so enveloped in jesse, but dina knew something was off even if ellie had stated you two were okay.

“so, what happened? all the gritty details, please.” dina said in between bites, ellie’s eyes still wandering to the gate.

“where’s jesse? shouldn’t you two be off, i don’t know, making babies?” ellie said defensively, having no effect on dina being as she's used to ellie’s snarky remarks. she glanced back from the gate to look at her friend whose mouth was agape.

“oh my god, ellie williams what did you do?”

ellie scoffed, crossing her arms. “i didn’t do anything!”

“tell me right now, ellie. malcom owes me some favors and putting your name on horse clean-up will be no problem.” dina threatened.

she sighed, looking to the ground in defeat. “sandra broke up with her and i made her feel better, okay? that’s all.”

“you boned her the night she got broken up with?” dina asked, astonished at her friend.

“jesus christ,” ellie sighed. “no, i didn’t bone her, asshole. we just smoked and talked for a while and…”

“and what?” dina cut her off quickly.

“she may have spent the night.” dina’s shocked expression changed into a soft one and ellie immediately huffed, looking back to the gate. still not opening.

“dina!” they both heard jesse’s voice behind them, dina turned to see her boyfriend waving her on.

“i have to go, but i want details when i see you later!” she stated swiftly before patting ellie on the shoulder and sprinting to jesse. ellie said a quick goodbye before hearing the familiar sound of the creaking gates, indicating you had returned.

before she knew it herself, her legs were moving her towards the gate as the horses started to stride in. she waited anxiously, scanning faces of all the morning patrols before landing on your beautiful face, but when she glanced over to see your patrol partner, her hand clenched into a fist by her side.

it was sandra, her horse keeping the pace next to yours as if on purpose. ellie’s face went red, feeling the heat burning her cheeks she thought she would have burn marks from it. she watched as you looked at sandra, laughing. that laugh you had been blessing her ears with the night before. “the fuck…?” ellie said to herself in a low whisper.

you made eye contact with a disturbed ellie, quickly glancing back to sandra as if to say bye. and as ellie approached you and your horse, she helped you dismount without a word. “hey els,” you said happily, hoping to see her face relax. it didn’t, but ellie handed off the reins to a stable keeper before taking her hand in yours.

she basically dragged you away from the stables, taking a quick look back to see sandra looking at you two with an unrecognizable expression. “ellie, she was already scheduled–”

jealousy pouring out of her, ellie responded, “i don’t care about that, what i do care about is her playing with your feelings.” she said in a huff. her hand was still firmly in yours, leading you away.

“she’s not playing with my fee–”

“what was that, then?” she turned to you, stopping both of you in your tracks. “did she even apologize to you? does she even know how much she hurt you?”

“well– uh… not really.” you responded shyly.

“exactly,” she let out a deep breath, she had stopped you in a small alleyway between unoccupied houses, the sound of the town around you seemed to drown out behind ellie’s heavy breathing.

“i know what this is,” you said with a playful smile. “you’re jealous.” you pointed a finger at her chest and poked her jacket.

“what?” she asked, half listening. her mind was racing with the thoughts of you and sandra on patrol together, laughing together, being together.

“you’re jealous,” you said simply, reaching your hand up to her chin gently, redirecting her eyes to you. “its sweet really. but you don’t have to worry about her anymore.” you planted a small kiss on her burning cheek.

ellie’s eyes closed in comfort at your touch. you pulled away, your intoxicating scent leaving her swiftly before her eyes opened again, peering at yours intensely. your faces just inches from her’s, ellie pulled you into a kiss. wrapping her arms around your waist to bring you even closer.

“okay,” she breathed, finally feeling herself relax with your reassurance. suddenly feeling a little self-conscious of her actions she cleared her throat. “let’s get some breakfast, yeah?” you nodded before wrapping yourself around her arm and continued walking further into town. i don’t have to worry about her anymore, she repeated to herself. you belong to me.

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nyoomfruits · 10 months

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lovin the landoscar content recently are there any other blogs or fics u recommend for landoscar content? thank u!!

there's currently 44 fics in the landoscar ao3 tag and i would recommend all of them actually BUT these are my personal favorites <3

Negative splits by leafmealone | T | 10k

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner. They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in. Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

listen. LISTEN. this is so. oh my god this is so good i'm OBSESSED with this one. my landoscar otp tag is literally a quote from this fic i'm so. it has a very slow build and then the ending hits and you're like oh. OH. beautiful beautiful beautiful.

i'll kiss you first by venerat | E | 3k

“Uh,” Oscar says, when they’re in the car on their way to the airport. “I think you’re—um. Going into heat, mate.”

god this one is so. their DYNAMIC in this. lando being like a confident little shit being so ENDEARED by oscar makes me feel all goey soft every time. delightful premise, works SO WELL for them and everything about this is just so. AAAHHH

break my rules by venerat | E | 4k

Lando makes a considering noise. “A flirt?” He glances at the cameras, and Oscar can’t tell if it’s one of those we’ll need to edit that out later glances, or what. He looks back at Oscar. “You think I’m a flirt?” “You’re just, like…” Oscar flounders, flushing. “You’re very friendly.”

i promise this entire list isn't going to be just venerat fics but GOD they write the landoscar dynamic SO WELL it makes me feel a little feral every single time. the whole shag marry kill scene is so. GOD it's my favorite. a+++ i love this fic so much

askin' six days into june by peargasly (jamb) | G | 354

Lando almost flinches in surprise when there’s a hesitant touch to his waist.

i read this this morning and it fundamentally changed me as a person this might be one of the BEST lando/oscar characterizations i've ever read the DYNAMIC in this is top tier

sense and velocity by vertueusement | T | 11k | wip

“Well, alright, I don’t know if you lived under a rock or something, but Lando Norris goes here.” Uh, literally who? Oscar wanted to prod further but he could at least read the room and tell the one he spoke to didn’t want anything to do with him.

this is a wip so it is not finished yet but GOD i'm so fascinated by this whole thing. the premise is AMAZING and the author makes FANTASTIC use of the switching pov to show how we perceive situations differently all the time i'm so !!!!!!! DELIGHTED to see where this story will take us

#landoscar #mctwinks #all right keeping it at this for now #but theres so much more!!!!#i know venerat just posted a new landoscar fic #i havent gotten around to reading it yet but i bet its FANTASTIC #fic rec #landoscar fic rec #fic rec list

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jennaissantes · 1 year

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footnote — p.sh

SYPNOSIS: Sunghoon was your best friend. You were his best friend. You love sunghoon. He loves you too, just not quite the same way. You know that you'll never be able to take the place she has.

or:: where falling in love with your best friend is the worst situation you could fall into. especially when hes got his eye set on another girl.

PAIRING: besf!sunghoon x besf!fem!reader [features some of the other enhypen members]

GENRE: angst,.. unrequited love

WARNINGS: sunghoon kinda leads the reader on for a while..... hes a bit of an asshole at that part. its a bittersweet ending tho like &

MUSIC: listen to footnote by conan gray

WORD COUNT: 3K.....haha remember how i said it wont go over 1k... yeah same...

NOTE: hi so i recovered my fic 😰 i love this one so much so im reposting it THANK GOD i still had it in my docs. love u guys mua happy reading!!

extra note!!: the way i depict sunghoon in this fic is purely imaginative and i am not saying in any way that he is actually like this so do say weird shit. also his character is a bit of an asshole….but high schoolers happen to be like that now. ugh.

i. i remember thinking how pretty you looked in the moonlight

You don't remember when you realized you liked Sunghoon first. You guys had always been friends, having gone to the same school since pre school. High school Sunghoon was a lot different than elementary and middle school Sunghoon.

You remember how loud and cute he used to be in first grade. You remember the first time he hugged you in front of the whole class because you had to leave half-day to visit the doctor. You remember how he used to barely care about anything else other than playing around with his friends.

Those were just memories now.

You loved your conversations with him on instagram, but there were times you wished that he'd talk to you in school too. Then you thought that maybe he just wasn't comfortable with talking to people much.

By the time you reached high school, the two of you had become the best of friends. It took a while for him to come out of his shell but eventually he did. It went from shy ‘good mornings' to the most unfunny jokes he'd crack when he saw you.

You don’t remember when exactly you realized that you liked him. You just knew it somewhere in your heart that you liked him a lot more than as just a friend.

You knew it was wrong. You shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who was just your best friend. But you couldn't help it.

He wasn't the best person when you’d both just become friends. He’d often make sexist comments, but you waved it off as an immature boy's thoughts. Once it got too much though, you'd given him a good scolding and ignored him for a while. That set him straight. He became a much nicer person after that. (‘Weird’, you thought. ‘Why didn't he listen to his other girl friend when she said the same thing?’)

ii. i told you i liked you, you said sober up.

“You like who?” Your friend, Isa’s eyes are as big as saucers. You regret telling her the moment you did.

You hide your face in your hands. “Yeah go ahead, say it even louder so the people at the back can hear you too.”

She grins at you apologetically, “Sorry about that. But why him? He’s like the last person a girl would like.” You raise an eyebrow at her “Half the girls in our grade used to obsess over him and youre saying this?”

“Point taken.”

You groan into your hands ``Why is this so hard oh god. Did I have to fall for him, out of all the people I would have liked.”

“Fall for who?”

You hear the familiar voice and look up to see Sunghoon and his other best friend, Jake (“Oh so you’ve replaced me now I see Hoon” “Please shut your mouth”)

You widen your eyes in panic. “Uh NO ONE. Pshh we were just joking around Hoon.” You see Isa smirking at you and glare at her. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, sitting down next to you and opening his lunch.

“I'm gonna find out sooner or later anyways so you should just tell me who this little crush is about.” He nudges you with his shoulder.

“No, I'd rather eat Jake's terrible pies.”

“Hey!”

iii. we’re perfect together but ill never be.

If you regretted telling Isa when you told her, you regretted it a lot more now.

You thought you'd be able to trust her with the secret, not having told anyone else. All that goes to shit when you find out that she not only told sunghoon, but also lied to your face.

You always had a pretty rocky friendship with her, and Sunghoon had already told you many times that he didn't trust her, but you’d ignore his words.

When you find out that she had told him, you were absolutely sure that hed never talk to you again, that you had officially, royally fucked up your friendship with him.

Isa was hanging out at your house when she left her phone out near you to go to the washroom, unlocked and in hers and Sunghoons chats. You really didn't care about what was on her phone and didn’t even want to pry, but a certain message caught your eye.

sunghoon: i think i'm gonna be nicer to her now that i know this

sunghoon: but like not in a way i lead her on

sunghoon: she's still my best friend yk

What the hell.

You opened the chat.

It was wrong of you to pry but you had a bad history with most of the girls in your class and they’d constantly bully you and lie to you, so you thought she was telling him shit about you.

Then you find out that she had told him everything about your crush on him and the two of them had talked about it in detail, even going to the length of planning how he'd act around you now.

‘Why would she tell him? I thought I could trust her with this.’ You thought. On top of it, you were so confused. What did he mean by he was going to be nicer to you since he knows? Was it going to be out of pity?

The last thing you wanted was to be like this.

You wanted to cry.

You remember telling her that she should leave, cooking up some random excuse. You don't really think she believed you but you promised you’d explain to her later on.

So he knows.

Now what? Is it gonna be awkward in school? What’s gonna happen?

You hated that you liked him.

iv. they think we’re together

Much to your surprise, he didn't make it awkward. Nor did he tell anyone else, promising to keep it just between the three of you.

He didnt even confront you about it, deciding against making you feel bad, since h truly cared about you.

He was actually nicer than before. A bit too nice.

Sunghoon usually never talked to many girls, or at least he thought most of them were bitchy. So him being your best friend was pretty much news to a lot of people.

There were already enough rumors that you and him were so close. To make it worse, the next day at school, during a free period, you, him and your small group of friends decided to have a pen fight.

It went really well and he was sitting opposite to you, your knees almost touching since you were sitting opposite on the same desk.

When you almost lost, he tried to say that you didn’t die and that your pen was still in the boundary so it didn't count and even went so far, claiming it as ‘Women's rights guys’. Your friend started making fun of you (“Yeah for sure.”)

You were even more surprised when he got up and walked over to your side, for his turn, leaning over your shoulder to hit his pen. You remember holding your breath in because he was so close to you.

This, obviously, did not go unnoticed by the other girls in the class. It was uncommon to see something like that.

You thought he was just teasing you like he normally did. But deep down you knew that he had never done something like that with you. Both of you always knew your limits and where to draw them when it came to terms of your friendship. But this was not normal.

You also thought that it would be a one time thing.

The next day, during your language class, he asked you to sit next to him when there was no other space. You would've taken a chair and put it next to one of your girl friends, but he insisted on making you sit next to him.

That wasn't all.

After a while, when everyone was fidgeting around and just talking, he noticed a sharpie and turned to you.

“Can you draw on my hand?”

What.

“What? Why?” you were clearly surprised. Sunghoon had never asked something like that to you, or any other girl for that matter. He just wasn't that type of person.

“Why not?” he fires back. You roll your eyes. “Fine. What do you want me to draw?”

“That weird skeleton thingy.”

“What the hell Sunghoon thats so emo.”

“Shutup and just draw it.”

When you imagined holding hands with Sunghoon, holding it while drawing on his hand is not what you had in mind.

You could tell he was a bit nervous too, by the way his hand was shaking slightly (which didnt make it any easier for you.)

“Stop shaking so much.” you whispered. “Sorry. I just can't help it.” He said.

You gulped back your emotions and tried to focus on the drawing, which wasnt really coming out expertly.

“Hoon c’mon I dont even know how to draw it properly. See, it looks like shit.” You hold up his hand to show him what youd drawn.

He wanted to laugh at it but he didnt. “Okay then ask someone to teach you how to draw it.”

There was only one person you knew who could draw said skeleton.

Isa.

“Hey Isa. You know how to draw this right? Teach Y/N how to do it too.” He called out to her. She raised her eyebrows. “But I'm not that great at it though.”

“Better than me for sure. Wait, why can't you just ask her to do it for you?” you ask your best friend.

“No you do it for me.”

V. every line i would write for you

This wasnt good.

Oh no this was nowhere near good.

Since when was Sunghoon this cute?

Your best friend usually went home by the bus since there was one that went directly to his neighbourhood. While you, on the other hand, went home by the subway. You could go by the bus, but it would take a while longer to reach home, and your mom always wanted you home by the earliest.

But there were a few days where you took an exception.

You were currently on the sub, texting Sunghoon.

gaeuls dad: so ur coming by bus tmrw right

you: i'll think abt it. depends on how quick mom wants me home

gaeuls dad: idc. js come w me tmrw

you: no

gaeuls dad: nooooo plsplsplspls

you: why cant u just ask dahyun to go with u? doesn't she always go the same way as you?

gaeuls dad: yeah but u also come

you: fine ill see (gaeuls dad liked this message)

Dahyun was a common friend of your boths, and a junior. You loved talking to her. You were very aware of Sunghoons and Dahyuns friendship. You knew that they texted a lot and Sunghoon didnt usually talk to younger girls. You didnt really think much of it, way too bothered by your own feelings for him.

Was he leading you on? There is no way he likes you as anything more than as just a friend. But then what were all of these mixed signals? All the subtly flirty texts and the weird behaviour in school?

Chances of him liking you back were small but not impossible. You knew you were giving yourself false hope by thinking that way. You needed to talk to someone about it.

“I personally think he might like you back.” was what Isa had told when you told her everything. You could only talk to her about it since nobody else knew about it.

“Now that he knows, he’ll start thinking of you more often, and maybe he needs some time to realize that he might like you back. Don't lose hope, okay?”

“Ill try not to. I just really don't understand what he's doing.”

Isa nodded her head in understanding,”I know you must be super confused right now. But don't worry, it'll be okay. At least you guys are still best friends! You thought you wouldn't even be his friend if he knew right?” She had a point.

You were more than sure that he'd cut off his friendship with you if he knew that you had romantic feelings for him. But he hadnt.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe there was a small chance for you.

vi. so ill stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship

There was no chance for you.

Just when you thought that things might be escalating for the two of you, you realized that it wasnt.

He talked to Dahyun way too often for your liking.

You had nothing against her, she was a really nice friend and you really did love her, but there was always that feeling of…resentment against her. Why couldn't it have been you?

What were you lacking? Was it your looks? Your body? Your personality?

What you thought was just a small crush on your best friend, turned out to be something much more, making you question yourself and your insecurities.

You hated the feeling.

You hated seeing their texts on her story. You hated the realization that maybe he hadnt really meant all those signals. You hated how he made you feel how you felt.

You wanted to be happy and cheerful whenever they'd send you something they had already sent to each other first, but your heart always tore a little more, everytime you did.

You hated the feeling of being the second option.

Why, just why couldn't it have been you?

You wanted to scream at him, tell him that you were there first, you had always been his friend, since childhood. She had just entered his life.

You also knew that he wouldn't ask her out.

Which angered you even more.

You don't know why, but it hurt more to just see them like each other; or rather see him slowly fall for her.

Truth be told, you didn't even know if he actually liked her either, but it looked that way for sure.

You tried to move on, you really did. You tried to ignore his messages and calls, tried to leave him on read and delivered for days, but your heart always found a way to go back to him.

You remember crying yourself to sleep for a few days because you had never felt so much love for one person ever before as you did right now.

And they didn't love you back.

He didnt love you back.

vii. its just like the novels

Sunghoon was in a state of dilemma.

Ever since he had gotten to know about your crush on him, he had no idea what to do.

You were constantly on his mind.

He would’ve told you that he liked you too, but he didnt see himself as worthy of being with someon like you. You always looked after him and you were always there for him.

He would do anything for you.

Anything but tell you that he wants you.

As much as he wanted you, he couldnt have you.

So he settled for Dahyun.

With Dahyun, he didnt have to think about anything, he could just be. And he liked that. He liked not having to worry about the whole thing.

What he hadn’t thought about was how hurt youd be if you found out that he and Dahyun were dating.

viii. you taught me a lesson, love isnt precious

Sunghoon and Dahyun were dating.

The news spread like wildfire, throughout the whole school. You couldn’t say you weren’t surprised. But that didnt make it hurt any less.

When you thought that your heart could finally do you no more damage, it got worse.

You couldnt bring yourself to look at him. When Dahyun texted you the news, you had left her on read, causing her to send a string of messages asking you what had happened and whether you were okay.

Damn you for being so nice and likeable Dahyun.

You knew you needed time away from them both. As much as it hurt, it had to be done.

So you stopped talking to him, and lost your best friend in the process.

i. but a footnote will do.

The last year of highschool.

You had not quite recovered yet, despite it being a year since they started dating.

Sunghoon and Dahyun were still together, and you knew you were out of the picture. Not entirely. You just wouldnt be the one standing next to him in all his big moments anymore. You wouldn’t be the one hugging him on his bad days, you wouldnt be the one laughing with him at his terrible jokes.

You wouldn’t be the one giving him all the love he needed.

Love is a bitch, you find out in your last year of highschool.

So you’ll just take a footnote in his life.

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jiminrings · 3 years

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can we get a fratboy Jimin and good girl oc with pinning from both sides 👀 ahhhh thank u in advance love ur writing!!

cherry king

drabble week: day four

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pairing: fratboy!jimin x goody two-shoes!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "y-you uhm, you-? y'know, you like... doing that? is that why it's your nickname?"

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“next!”

great!! the line’s moving :D

that’s only like the 87th time jimin has heard the word next and it makes him wonder how much more would it take him to bring him to the front

(it’s actually only been 14 times and jimin might just be a self-admitted impatient bitch!!!)

he understands that yes, it’s ten in the evening!!! and reasonably-large stores/pharmacies like these can have less staff at the time compared to ten in the morning

sure, checkout machines and cashier lanes could be broken down!! or they could just not be open at all

jimin gets that alright, maybe the self-checkout machines are close at this time of the night because it is ten in the evening

what’s not clicking in his mind, however is that at the exact time that he comes here

as in the EXACT time that he’s here (!!!) — there happens to be dozens of people in a store at ten in the evening, and there happens to be a grand total of one (1) cashier lane

atleast random store music would be entertaining :((( all he hears are the beeps of a scanner and the chatter of groups of people who came here

jimin was eavesdropping on some guys in front of him and he wAS invested but lmao turns they were just discussing the plot of die hard or any testosterone-jacked movie like it

he’s also tried looking at the smaller middle-aged woman’s phone in front of him who’s scrolling through her facebook feed, but quickly decides against continuing it

because what if u could see his face and when she turns it off, she’d see a college guy deeply-invested in the baloney article she was reading about how subway sandwiches are the work of the devil

so uh yeah he’s just looking everywhere besides the front, back, and the sides of him and in all angles basically

he’s,,,,, aimlessly scrolling through his instagram feed he’s already scrolled through tHREE times and his explore’s page a little too dry

it’s a good thing that jimin’s entirely sure he’s the nosiest person out of this line and no one else is trying to figure him out

might be wrong though

“cherry king?”

hold the fuck on

jimin’s eyes widen, head snapping up and clueless to the fact that he doesn’t look discreet at all, and his head-cocking’s the most movement he’s done the whole time in this store

WHO’S SAYING HIS NICKNAME?????

it can’t be a coincidence either because as far as he’s concerned, there isn’t anything named cherry king that’s being sold here

there is literally NO other plausible scenario happening here besides the fact that someone who knows him is in the store!!!!

his gaze falls to the person behind him, brows knitted in confusion until it clicks

that was you?

“jimin? huh, it really is you. i thought i was losing my mind for a second.”

“y/n?”

okay maybe hE’S the one who’s losing his mind here

he knows you!! you’re the smart girl in his year who’s known for being pristine and stuff!! you’re like the good-est girl he’s ever known and heard of

.... quick question lads is that weird to know someone by

“you could’ve just called me by my name, y’know,” jimin chuckles heartily, still a little dumbfounded to see you here but he’s grateful for the interaction nonetheless

you look casual today?? like you still look like yourself but everyone else would think it’s an out-of-body experience to see you out of your pretty dresses and monochromatic get-ups

it’s you..,.. in a hoodie three sizes larger than your size with your pristine shoes traded in for socked-feet wearing slides

jimin thinks that you look like grace under pressure

“i wasn’t sure,” you smile right back and it’s the first time he realizes that there’s glasses atop your nosebridge, softening your image more from the usual composed look you carried

“how were you sure enough to say my nickname out-loud though?”

jimin questions you, bringing light to how he’s wearing a plain white shirt and is looking as relaxed as ever with how he’s dressed — his hair long enough to be put into a messy sprout of a bun

you clear your throat, the amusement bubbling in your scratchy throat

“you have yourself as your lockscreen, jimin.”

oh my gOD

he winces when you say it, eyes screwing shut in embarrassment that he whines in pain with how direct you put it

“n-no way — fuck you respectfully, y/n. i-i’m not- i’m changing it right now!!”

does he look the vainest person alive rn

the way he has a mini freakout entertains you to your core, giggles unable to be suppressed as he finds the latest-taken picture he has of dogs that he comes across with

that’s 10/10 an experience he doesn’t want to repeat again

“it’s okay. i won’t tell anyone.”

he hears you reassure and he believes you, a flustered blush on his cheek still as he coughs to make up for a diversion topic he couldn’t think of

frankly, you’re getting bored too and jimin’s the only form of entertainment you have because using your phone atm would be too disorienting

“what are you doing here, by the way?”

your head tilts in query and he’s relieved that you address something else, not being relieved seconds later when he realizes his answer

“just a little supply run for our frat. we weren’t supposed to run out of things for three more days, so this is just a lil emergency haul for awhile.”

you nod in understanding, glancing down at his basket and uh

uhm 1/4 of the space is literally occupied by boxes of condoms

....

......

jimin’s confused to why you turn silent, thinking that he must’ve gotten boring to continue talking to until he follows your gaze to his basket

NO WAY?!]>|>]%%[%]%]

“i-it’s not l-like that!!!” he crouches and immediately gets the food and the bottles of shampoo and conditioner to bury the condoms in the bottom of the pile, attractively getting more attention from you who’s ready to let it go

“i-it’s not — it’s ours — n-no!! t-they just gave me a list and i just put it because it’s on the list b-but like it wasn’t my-...”

how many more times will the universe fuck jimin up in front of the person he has a lil happy crush on

you only smile meekly, tilting your head and he thinks this is the part where you tell him how much of a douche he is

"y-you uhm, you-? y'know, you like... doing that? is that why it's your nickname?"

“t-that?” jimin clarified albeit confused, thinking back to his nickname as he tries to rapidly connect the dots to not look like a fool

cherry king? that?? what do you-

WAIT WHAT

“nO!! o-of course not!!”

he almost shrieks and his voice sounds ultimately defensive, shaking his head no

why does he look so frantic

“hey, hey, i believe you! — calm down, jimin. you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

whew

fuck

but he argues that it iS the truth though!!!

but why won’t you just ask him why he’s called cherry king though >:(

you’re already content with the silence after the conversation but he isn’t, still wanting more

is it so bad that he wants redemption D:

“how about you? what are you doing here?”

you don’t answer instantly and it’s because you’re nudging jimin to continually walk, the cashier looking much more visible now as he’s nearer in line

he takes a look at the handful of things that’s in your basket —

electrolytes, hot pockets, soup, cup noodles and fever patches...?

“oh. i think i’m running a fever.”

what???

what are you doing here aLONE if you think you’re running a fever???

he’s not gonna lie about the fact that you don’t look too good

what if you pass out and no one’s there for you and all the graveyard shift employees do is put a wet floor sign around your figure???

“y/n?? what are you doing here alone then?? are you oUT of your mind??”

the panic in jimin’s voice is clear as day and you’re a little startled, instead responding to tapping him on the shoulder to point that he’s already the one on the cashier

what he does is grab your basket before he is, putting it in front of the conveyor belt because he couldn’t even wait for it to roll out

“i said i think i’m running a fever.”

jimin stops from simultaneously rummaging for his rewards card and putting his items on the counter to unceremoniously drop the box of condoms down jUST to put his hand on your forehead

“you are.”

you surely don’t think low of jimin but you can’t help be surprised either at his concern for you when this is the only time you’ve had a conversation with him!!!

“you drove here?” he asks in seriousness, sending you a look while waiting for the total amount

“walked. the airconditioning makes me even more sick,” you answer with no fuss because even thinking about car fresheners while you’re sporting a fever makes you want to gag. “let me-...”

jimin already pays for both your items in cash, getting them bagged separately as he’s not gonna take no for an answer for what he’s gonna propose next

“then i’ll keep the windows down. i’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

he grabs both your bags in one hand and uses the other to beckon you over, holding you still because it’s dark out and a fever vision wouldn’t exactly help

it’s only when he straps you in and (true to his word) puts the windows down and starts his car that you start asking

“why are you doing this for me?”

why IS he doing this for you??

jimin thinks about his answer in a second

“would you do the same for me?”

well

if you were in front of him at a godforsaken line, had yourself as your lockscreen, realize that jimin’s behind you with a fever and is by himself in a store at 10 in the evening

“of course i would.”

jimin smiles, steering away from his parking spot

“then i would too.”

( ♡ )

maybe you’re thinking of jimin

no wait you’re dEFINITELY thinking of jimin

you’re much better now and your fever’s already subsided enough for you to go back to class!!!

the whole interaction with him was three days ago and maybe your head is just full of him at this point

“are you sure you’re okay to handle this by yourself??”

jimin worries when he drops your bag to your hands, briefly coming inside your dorm to set it down

“mhmm. i’ll just sleep it out.”

“i think if you’re missing a couple of steps.”

you snort as his paranoid features, waving him off. “i’ll eat. then go to the bathroom. and then sleep.”

okay good enough

“what if this just-“ jimin trails off, his expansive mind suddenly running as he points to your chest, “stops????”

cute

“i have a smart watch.”

“would you put me as one of the emergency contacts? please?”

he’s making you take down his number without malice because jeez he’s gENUINELY worried!!!!

it may not always be great sharing a house with his frat brothers, but he knows that if he has a fever, atleast half of them would dote over him and you have atleast one who would go into hysterics!!! it’e a full package!!

“i’ll be okay, jimin. i’ll call you when i need someone to hand me my puke bucket.”

“please do. i’m not even kidding. get better now because i miss your dresses.”

o_O

uhm

“n-no i meant your usual style!! wait, not that there’s anything wrong w-with your style right now. i-i was-...”

“yeah. i miss them too. now go home, jimin.”

“you sure?”

u never really had the impulse to invite a guy to go inside your place but maybe now you do

“mhmm. drive safe.”

okay

:-)

“good night, y/n. call me whenever.”

classes were a bit rough today because you’re still easing yourself on getting back to the groove of things, but it was tolerable!!!

you’re getting your key out of your backpack when a lock clicks open a couple doors away from you, the hinge noisily squeaking

it’s jimin who leaves it, with seri who’s the actual occupant of the dorm leaning on the doorframe

“y/n—!”

he squeaks the moment his eyes land on you

your hand automatically waves, the same meek smile for him to see

“jimin.”

( ♡ )

the last interaction you had with him is still on jimin’s mind, a whole week later

it’s been bothering him recently that you know what it looks like the last time around!!!! but he could swear up and down that it wasn’t

he just feels this great urge to explain even if you haven’t asked

“oh. so we have to move out for the time-being?”

jimin clarifies with namjoon, the head of the frat, and he’s met with a solemn nod

it makes sense!!!

the house got checked today and there were mULTIPLE fire hazards!!! and it needs to be fumigated anyway under new campus protocol so it indeed makes sense

practically everyone's going home because it’s a long weekend anyway because of a holiday

and he’s not sure if he wants to take the same route.

“hi.”

jimin squeaks the moment you open your door, surprise evident on your face but not shock to the point you’d close the door on him

“jimin?”

okay maybe he’s gonna go straight to explaining

“frat house needed to be closed because of some complications, and it wouldn’t be open to us for another three days. most of the guys are coming home,” jimin clears his throat, his head down while he shyly scratches the back of his ear, “i have one, but i’m not sure if i wanna.”

it’s that problem

it takes one, two seconds before it all registers in your head, nodding surely

“you can take my bed. i’ll take the couch, it’s a pull-out anyways.”

you open the door for him widely and the only thing you ask if he’s had dinner and if he’d like some

god you’re really throwing him in a loop here

it’s after a batch of your cooking that jimin’s only ache is why you were the way that you were, half-dazed the whole time he’s met you properly

“why do you never ask me?”

“hmm?” you hum as you dry the dishes that you’ve used, wanting to get it done as soon as possible so your full attention would be on him

no, actually. jimin WANTS you to pry!!

he wants you to worm your way into his privacy and into the confines of his mind

but it seems like you’ve already did without even asking.

“ask me why i’m called the cherry king.”

you tilt your head in confusion, that time playing in your head of why jimin looked confused when you didn’t continue to ask further

maybe you’ll indulge him

“why are you called the cherry king?”

jimin smiles, leaning to your couch with his arms relaxed

“we did secret santa for christmas at our frat house. taehyung thought it would be nice if he pranked me by gifting me a jar full of cherries, but i thought that was his actual gift, and i liked it to the point that i finished it in one sitting.”

tHAT’S ACTUALLY PRETTY ENDEARING

cute, even

“ask me why i came out of seri’s apartment last week.”

oh that’s.,.,. that’s a bit higher in level compared to nicknames

“why did you come out of seri’s apartment last week?”

“because seri’s the ex-girlfriend of hoseok, my frat brother, and he wanted me to return all her stuff because he doesn’t want to be reminded of his cheating ex.”

well that was definitely weighted

jimin plays with the hem of his shirt, the words tumbling out of his mouth

“ask me why i love you.”

why do you wHAT

your mouth drops open, the new position you took on the other end of the couch taking an impact on him

“w-why do you love me?”

jimin’s a lot of things but he’s not drunk tonight

he doesn’t know why he’s letting his feelings slip either, but it’s the bottomless need that he feels when he’s around you

“i feel wanted. i feel needed.”

he smiles cheerfully even if he feels shy dropping this on you all of a sudden

“not sure if you want me nor need me, but i feel welcome with you if that makes sense.”

“you just make me feel loved, i guess.”

jimin looks at you for the first time since he’s opened his mouth, an equally fond look on your face

you said no words but what jimin receives is a gentle tug, your hand on the side of his face until he’s leaning on your shoulder

“i wanna know what's up there.”

he points a finger to your temple, an amused lilt to his tone, “surprise me.”

it’s an unfolding of things that was weeks in the making but months in developing, the distant glances leading you to recognize jimin in the shop in the first place

“i feel the exact same with you,” you answer honestly and it makes his laugh from his chest, his cheeks warm and his heart content

and you just wanna suspend yourselves in this moment forever

“oh! and if i were to lose my virginity to anyone at the moment, it'd be you!!”

...

....

jimin swats at your shoulder to which you only giggle at, a toothy smile on display as this is the warmest he’s ever felt

“i wasn’t kidding!!!”

you yawn when you defend yourself, predicting that you’d fall asleep sooner or later on the couch, but for the time-being, you just stroke jimin’s hair to soothe the both of you

jimin is now the furthest thing from sleepy

"what? you told me to surprise you!!"

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littlefreya · 4 years

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The Kitten & the Bear - Part 1

Intro: This story is a collab and was written by both @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I. It was born out of a fun role play we have going on. We ended up having so much a fun with this particular idea that we thought we should post it as a 3 part story and share it with the rest!

| Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 |

Summary: After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans.

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, vandalism, dominant overprotectiveness, BDE, husband stalking his wife, sexual innuendo, dirty inappropriate talks, mentions of sex and oral, weed and alcohol usage. Sex in the next parts :D Walter is a Boomer.

A/N: We didn’t beta it and did transform it from 2nd to 1st person POV, really hoping you guys will enjoy it as we did. Feel free to share your thoughts.

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

Nothing chilled my heart more than waking up in an empty bed. Walter was already gone, leaving his side of the mattress cold and abandoned. A heavy sigh broke from my lips, I stroked the ghost of the kiss that still tingled on my cheek, knowing he planted it there before heading to work.

Sadness seeped into my heart as I realised I won't see him today. Our work scheduled conflicted and I have scheduled a "date night" with my girls in the evening. Picking up my phone, I texted him a pouty emoji and then headed to get my day started.

Walter left me on read, which just fuelled the brat in me. When he called during his lunch break, he was taciturn as usual, and most of the call was about his disapproval of us girls going out without at least one male friend or a boyfriend to chaperone.

"Oh my god, Walter, this is not the 50s! Women can leave their house without a husband tagging along!" I grunted and berated him, "stop acting like someone is going to kidnap me!!! I'm an adult woman!" I snapped at him while sitting at the cafe. People sitting around stared quietly as I hung up the phone, and stormed out.

~~~

Walter looked at his mobile phone, shocked. He couldn't even remember the last time someone hung up on him, let along his wife.

"Fucking brat," he muttered as he pocketed it.

After lunch, he went into the precinct. Since it was flu season and they were having a shortage of uniformed officers, he volunteered to patrol tonight. Assuming he might even be able to check up on me wherever I get to town. Just to keep me safe. That's right. Not from jealousy. Not because I'll be all dolled up and tipsy and every man in the vicinity will ogle me.

~~~

As the evening loomed, I was in dire need of letting loose. Walter had left me incredibly frustrated, acting like a police officer from hell rather than my husband. Going through my closet, I stumbled upon the most outrageous piece of wardrobe: a black strappy thing with corset details at the front. The same one I've worn for our first date which of course ended up with Walter and I dry humping like two horny teenagers at the back of his truck and him eating me out until I came all over his beard 4 times.

I slapped a dark red lipstick and put on a pair of red "fuck me" pumps before leaving to meet the gals in a new night club that had just opened. I might or might not have a rolled-up joint in my purse.

~~~

Walter was sitting in a patrol vehicle on the opposite side of the street from the new fancy club with translucent walls. We were all sitting beside the window at a small table full of cocktail glasses, but the girls were gesturing toward the dance floor. Walter chose a dark spot on the street to park the car and was wearing a beanie.

But he didn't need it. He knew I was oblivious to him and also to the men staring at me from 3 different tables. He ground his teeth frustrated when he first noticed that I was wearing that dress. His blood boiled as I was slowly sipping a cocktail with a sexy little pout around the long straw.

"Let's dance!!! I wanna dance!!!" I whined at my friend Keylah, grabbing her wrist and dragging her with me. My posture was slightly unstable after two cocktails and probably not enough food to pad my belly. She followed me to the dance floor while Stephanie remained in her seat, talking to some guy just for the sake of trolling. He'd been hitting on each one of us unsuccessfully.

After an hour of dancing with Keylah, swaying my ass in ways that didn't leave any imagination to the men lurking, I remembered the little treat I had in my purse and decided we should take a small break to breathe some fresh air.

I grabbed the girls, and we walked outside.

"Okay, don't you dare mention this to Walter," I warned them as I took the joint out from my purse.

"Daddy Magnum gonna punish you?" Steph teased while I lit the weed.

"Oh, you have no idea, he gave me shit about seeing you tonight without a male chaperone, like this is Mad Man or something."

"Woah! Walter is a boomer!!!" Keylah teased, and we all laughed hysterically.

~~~

Unbeknownst to me, Walter was watching us dance from his patrol car, getting more and more frustrated by the hour. He observed as I gathered both girls and came out on the street, walking a couple of meters away from the entrance. A frown fell on his face as he saw me taking a lighter out from my purse.

"She doesn't even smoke, what the hell?" he fumed.

His eyes widened when he saw the telltale shape of a joint between my fingers. His mouth was agape as I lit it up and started smoking and passing it around. "What the fuck? Where did she get that?" he muttered incredulously.

'It's fucking illegal in Minnesota, what the fuck? A cop's wife at that!' He thought, rage simmering in his gut.

The police radio suddenly began buzzing, the sergeant calling on the line.

"Hey Marshall, Toby came in for the night shift after all. Do you want him to keep you company?"

'And see Walter's wife going to town on a spliff? No fucking way.'

"No, Sarge, thanks. It's uh... calm tonight." He frowned from afar. "Nothing but law-abiding citizens," he replied, hoping his sarcasm didn't go through while he was watching the wife of a respected detective drunk and smoking weed in the great outdoors.

"All right" the sarge concluded and cut the line, and Walter put back the radio.

‘Un-fucking-believable.'

~~~

The girls and I fell into a fit of wild giggles, thoroughly buzzed and high at the same time. My skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn't even bother fixing it as the combination of drugs and alcohol made me frivolous and careless.

"Is Walter such a nerd in bed too? Is he one of those guys who won't even make a sound because they are ashamed of it?" Stephanie asked to which I immediately snorted.

"Walter fucks like a beast from hell," I answered and put off the remains of the joint against the heel of my shoe.

"I had to go to the gyno at least four times in the past because he was too violent, and trust me, the noise he makes, luckily no one called the police yet…"

"Jennifer, your husband is the police!" Keylah answered, and we burst into another fit of giggles which then gradually died down.

The same man who bugged us from before followed us outside, giving us some stares and making a suckling voice with his lips. I snorted at him and told him to fuck off before putting my arms around my girls.

"This place sucks, let's go grab something to eat from the store, if Walter sees me like this I will NEVER hear the end of it".

~~~

Walter was watching us walk away, still furious about my illicit behaviour. He promised himself that he'd have a serious conversation with me about this tomorrow. He gave us two blocks of a head start and then ignited the engine of the car and made a U-turn, slowly he rolled towards the store and saw us enter. He made another U-turn in front of the store to park across the street. He just hoped that we'll buy some nachos and a coke and then call it a night, and call a cab to go home.

~~~

It was close to 1am. We barged into the store, marching through as if we owned the place. Keylah stopped by the condoms section and threw a bottle of lube in my direction. "Here you go, Jennifer, you gonna need it".

I laughed and threw it back at her, grabbing a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

"Better fuck his brains before he starts asking where you've been tonight," Stephanie added.

"Can you girls please behave?" The clerk-lady requested politely, giving us a prudent look. I rolled my eyes at her and then stopped short as I saw a large stuffed grizzly bear that reminded me of Walter. I grabbed it and hugged it tightly just as I got the sudden urge to misbehave.

"Girls…" I whispered, making them come closer, "bet you a 20 I can sneak this out without paying!"

~~~

Walter's shoulders slumped, and he let out an irritated groan when he saw one of the girls throwing things inside the store. Though, he sighed in relief when I paused this stupid game, and a small smile tugged the edge of his mouth when I hugged a huge stuffed bear that reached down to my thighs and was high above the top of my head as I squeezed it to my torso.

The way I looked at the bear reminded him of the loving looks I always gave him. But a sense of foreboding assaulted him as we started whispering and pointed at the door.

~~~

"Okay, okay… shush!" I whispered way too obvious and held the stuffed animal behind my back.

"Hey Keylah, can you pay for my chips?" I asked and backed away toward the door, nearly stumbling on my heels and holding the laughter in my gut.

Noticing my attempt, the old woman cleared her throat, giving me a glare, "You are going to have to pay for that or I will call the police…"

"Her husb…"

"Shut up, Stephanie!" Keylah shouted and threw a bottle of lube in her direction, accidently hitting my shoulder, which made me drop the bear on the floor.

"Key, you fucking bitch!!!" I answered and picked up the bottle, throwing it back at her.

"Hey stop that!!!!" The clerk demanded and walked back behind the counter, picking up her phone.

We ignored her, laughing like schoolgirls and throwing the bottle back and forth between us. Boxes of tampons and condoms fell to the floor as we moved through the hygiene section shouting playfully.

As Keylah threw the bottle at me for the 12th time, I lifted it and threw it so hard it hit the window and broke it, causing the store's alarm to go off immediately.

"Oh… fu……..ck" I uttered.

~~~

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no," Walter panicked as he saw us vandalising the store. He was immediately ready to jump out of the car, but then it would be obvious he'd been keeping an eye on me. He had to wait for the call.

He wasn't even hoping that the clerk would not involve the police in the matter. She has to. ‘Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.’

When he saw the lady picking up the phone, he buried his face in his palms and rubbed it tiredly.

"Stupid, fucking bitches" he sighed, not believing his wife being so reckless.

He picked up the buzzing radio and said, "Marshall. I'm here. On it."

Without delay, he took the beanie off and got out of the car with his badge and gun ready.

~~~

Fingers dug into my hair, I stared wide-eyed at the broken window, immediately regretting all my decisions in the last couple of hours.

'Walter was going to fucking kill me'.

"I am soooooooo……." I began to say, turning to the clerk slowly while Keylah and Steph held their hands over their mouths. "So sorry." I stretched out while the alarm continued ringing in my ears.

Then just like out of a nightmare, stepping through shards of broken glass with his big black boots, I saw Walter walking in, his brows knit together, his badge and his gun held out but kept low. He was enormous and menacing, yet the sight of him comforted me.

"Oh thank god, it's you!" I call out relieved.

~~~

The glass cracked beneath his steps as he walked in. He looked around and checked the store for cameras. 'Fuck, there were CCTVs'.

He hoped to snatch me away and take care of the situation without involving... well himself but now that there was evidence it wasn't possible anymore. I was looking at him like a frightened little girl, but he couldn't help me, and frankly, he didn't feel like it either.

He looked at the clerk, showed her his badge and said in a neutral tone "MPD. What seems to be the problem?"

~~~

My breath hitched at his "cop voice" and the way he asked the clerk.

Stepping back and standing in the middle of the group, the three of us gaped at him with utter dumbfoundedness. Both my heart and gut dropped to the messy floor out of fear, and the way he carried himself, looking so menacing and authoritative made my panties drenched with arousal.

"Officer, thank god you arrived! These three tried to steal a stuffed animal and started wreaking havoc in the store, throwing stuff around like children and speaking offensively!" The old woman explained and stood in the middle of the mess, looking helpless.

My eyes rounded with false innocence, and I nibbled my bottom lip, giving Walter a vulnerable look.

Walter was patiently listening to the clerk. Not a muscle flinched on his face as if he'd known everything. He took his notebook and a report form out and took care of the paperwork.

The old lady eyed the three of us nervously while Walter was scribbling, and she hesitantly asked, "I'm sorry, Officer, but shouldn't you handcuff them? They might run."

Walter's curly head lifted, and he flashed the lady a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry, ma'am. They won't run."

"Is he serious?" Steph whispered, and I elbowed her, giving Walter a rather pissed off smile as he pretended not to know us at all and treated me like any other criminal.

Was it that just for show? Probably. We were going to have a serious talk about boundaries once we'd get home.

Walter finished writing his report and made the lady sign it before turning to look at the three of us, clenching his jaw.

After a long, stern silence, I finally spoke, "Can I still get the teddy bear?"

Walter's nostrils flared as he dug into his pocket, pulled out a 20-dollar bill, slammed it on the counter and said to the clerk "For the bear."

At first, the lady was dumbfounded, then she blurted out outraged "Why are you buying a gift for a criminal?"

Walter didn't even spare her a look. He picked up the bear and looked at me with unflinching, stern eyes that made all three of us take a step backwards.

"Because she's my fucking wife."

The tone of his voice made the three of us startle, and I released a small gasp, seeing the look on his face. Walter made a gesture with his hand singling us to walk out of the store in order, and we did as he commanded. At the same time, my eyes gave him a mischievous smirk, mistaking this behaviour for a show.

Walter left the store last and immediately commanded, "To the car".

When we got there on the opposite side of the street, he opened the car and shoved the teddy bear on the passenger seat, then turned back, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at all three of us.

"Here's how it's gonna happen. We go in the precinct, fill out the forms, you stay the night, and most likely will be charged with a misdemeanour. Although the weed might be more problematic." He glared at me pointedly.

The girls and I collectively gasped.

"Now get in the back seat, all of you."

With shuddering legs, Keylah and Steph obediently entered the patrol car. I stared at Walter as he stood there towering over me, his massive arms crossed around his broad chest.

Still intoxicated, I looked at him with disbelief, realising two things: he arrived at the scene in less than two minutes after the lady called the police, which is impossible. And two, he couldn't possibly know I had weed on me unless…

"Were you stalking me?!" I called out, ignoring the police officer and speaking to my husband. My hands went to my hips, my face sulking.

"Oh my god, Walter! You were! Weren't you?" I frowned and shook my head, grunting with disgust.

"You are in no position to reproach me for anything right now", Walter said, seemingly calm. "But if you wanna know, I was patrolling in the neighbourhood and decided to check up on you. I saw the way you were shaking your ass for strangers" he spat, but he let his eyes roam the tight dress, and the way he subtly licked his lips made me sure he remembered exactly which dress it was.

"Do as you're fucking told and get in the car or you're gonna find yourself in even bigger trouble."

"Oh my god, Walter!!! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled at him and stepped back, throwing my hands in the air furiously.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! MY OWN HUSBAND STALKING ME?! What's next Walter? You gonna put an ankle bracelet thingy on me, so I don't get to leave the house without your fucking permission?!"

I got so angry, my hands pushed at his chest, to which he didn't even budge, and only his jaw tightened.

"I am NOT getting into that car, and you are going to let Keylah and Steph go before you are going to be in trouble!"

Keylah and Steph were both watching with utter fascination as they saw the growing tension in Walter's posture.

Once Keylah and Steph were inside the car, they felt like the immediate danger was over. Their drunkenness and high made them reckless again and they started cheering me in the verbal fight with my husband.

Walter was on the verge of bursting, it was evident from his face. He took a menacing step towards me and despite my anger, a pang of arousal shot in my core.

"Get. in the. fucking. car" he growled in a barely audible voice. He gave me one last chance to voluntarily obey him.

I moved closer toward him, my head tilting up to meet his menacing gaze, my breasts ghostly brushing against his hard torso.

"I am not going anywhere with you," I answered unflinchingly. "Keep this attitude up, and the whole town will get to enjoy me swaying this ass long before you do." I teasingly slapped my own ass and then smirked arrogantly as I heard the girls cheering at the backseat

"That's it."

Quick as lightning, Walter's hands uncrossed and shot out. He grabbed my arms, turned me around with dizzying speed and slammed my torso down on the hood of the police car.

"Jennifer Marshall, you are under arrest for destruction of property, public intoxication and obstruction of a law enforcement officer."

I gasped incredulously as I felt the metal handcuffs closing on my wrists while Walter was performing his duty automatically and methodically. I'd never seen him make an arrest, let alone manhandle me like this.

With my cheek pressed against the cold metal, I could see both Keylah and Steph gape at us, eyes and mouth wide with daze.

Still intoxicated, I hissed as a shiver of fear and sexual arousal shot through my spine, creeping all the way down to my throbbing core.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I cried out in protest. "I am your wife!"

My attempt to stand up brought my ass to collide with his crotch, where I felt the unmistakable throb of his blood circulating down to his groin.

"Are you also getting the feeling that they're gonna fuck?" Steph whispered to Keylah, loud enough for us to hear.

"Shush!" she answered and stared, licking her lips.

"Let me go, you fucking pig!" I screamed and squirmed on the hood helplessly.

"Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law" Walter continued in his deep cop voice as if I hadn't even spoken.

"Say his dick, girl!" Keylah shouted, and Steph wooed, but they quickly shut up and resorted to concealed giggling as Walter shot angry eyes at them. He stepped closer to secure his hold on the handcuffs, and I felt the warm coarse material of his jeans at the back of my thighs.

"If you don't want to add resisting arrest and possession of narcotics to your offences, shut the fuck up and stop squirming."

"Fuck” I hissed, which didn't go unnoticed by Walter. My ass naturally shifted against his hardening bulge, and I moaned gently, not loud enough for the girls to hear but definitely heard by Walter, who had his hand around my cuffed wrists.

"You're enjoying this, big guy?" I spit out sardonically, "controlling your wife like you always want to, hmm?"

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

"I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me."

#henry cavill #walter marshall #nomis #night hunter #henry cavill fanfiction #walter marshall fanfiction #Author rec: wolvesandhoundshowltogether #Collaborations

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And when dick finds out jason KNEW and didn't tell b/c of the bet. oh man. Can we get a chapter in dick's pov on this? idc where u put it I just really want to read it.

Dick rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics. Honestly, he didn’t really care who Ladybug was. They had more than enough proof that she was on the good side and their little squabble didn’t seem all that serious.

Besides, no one in France knew who she was after her being a hero for four years. Dick wasn’t one to attempt the impossible (he loved things that seemed impossible, but that’s different than things that actually are).

Still, Damian had come to him for help and he was fine taking some time out of his day to research with him.

And what did they find? Pretty much nothing.

The Parisians either guessed her age as 15-21 or somewhere in the thousands.

She had to have come over from France over the past two days but there wasn’t a single person even moderately matching her description who had come over.

Her friend group was iffy. Supposedly she was friends with someone named Chloe Bourgeois, who’d had the bee miraculous for a short period of time. Then again, some footage indicated that Ladybug might actually hate the girl, so that information was useless. All the other heroes she’d worked with were still a mystery.

And her powers? God, don’t even get him started on her powers. Did she know what she was going to summon or not -- sometimes it seemed like it and sometimes it didn’t. Just how far did the apparent invulnerability go? How does someone take a miraculous? How does her outfit work? Why won’t the mask come off? How much did her cure actually fix? The only thing they knew for sure was that she had to participate in a battle for her to be able to use it.

Even Tim hadn’t been able to scrounge up more than rumors.

But Damian still wanted Dick to be there when he confronted Ladybug with the information and question her, and he didn’t really have anything better to do.

Finding her was way harder than they thought it’d be. You’d think someone in bright red would be easy to spot in the middle of the night, but apparently not.

But, eventually, they found her.

She didn’t seem to notice them for a while. She hopped from rooftop to rooftop, drink in hand.

And then she stopped. She took a long sip from her drink.

“What do you want?” She asked. Well, at least they knew for sure she was French. Her accent was still pretty thick.

Dick and Damian looked at each other awkwardly. What were they supposed to say? ‘We tried to stalk you on the internet but it didn’t work’?

She spun on her heel and repeated herself: “What do you want?” Her smile was getting more strained.

Damian crossed his arms over his chest. “Who are you?”

Wow. Smooth. He fought the urge to sigh.

Ladybug grinned cheekily as she matched his posture. “I’m Ladybug, of course.”

He could already tell they weren’t going to get anything of substance from her. Still, Damian was sending him pleading looks out of the corner of his eyes. He brought a smile to his face. “We’ve spent the last few days researching you. We looked up immigration records, plane flights, everything. No one matches your descriptions. You, frankly, don’t exist.”

She tapped her earrings. “That’s ‘cause of magic. It keeps people from finding out my identity if I don’t want them to.”

He blinked and looked at Robin, trying to gauge if this could be true. Sure, metas existed and the internet had attributed her powers to the earrings she wore, but the idea of earrings giving people powers was still kinda odd for him.

Robin didn’t know. Great.

And then Ladybug took a sip of her drink and Dick gave pause. He’d seen that cup before. Pretty much every day, actually. He could ask Tim about it later --.

He was pulled back to the present when Damian groaned and left. He broke into a wide smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be impossible, after all.

He held out a hand to shake. “It’s been nice meeting you. Sorry about my…” He hesitated for a half-second, unsure whether he wanted to say ‘brother’. He glanced at her eyes and decided against it. He didn’t like how intent they looked. Whoever she was, she wasn’t stupid, that much was obvious. “... partner. He’s a bit annoying.”

She beamed as she shook his hand. “It’s fine. It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Nightwing. I hope next time we can get to know each other without him around.”

He chuckled. “Just Nightwing would be fine. And that sounds great.” He gave one last wave before hopping away.

Jason’s phone rang and Dick grinned, glad for an excuse to stop working for even a second.

“Who wants to talk to you?”

He held up his phone to show it was ‘Timberly’.

They both frowned at this. Tim? Calling during work? He must be dying.

Jason turned on his speaker.

“Heya, Replacement, what’s up?”

“Hey, I’m going to take the day off.”

Jason and Dick looked at each other for a long time, stunned. And then they finally processed it. “WHAT?!”

“WHO IS THIS?!”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!”

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“IS THIS A PRANK?!”

“Yes, I’m fine. No, it’s not a prank. I’ve met someone --”

Jason laughed.

“-- not like that, Jay -- and I’m giving her a tour of the city. She just got here from France a while ago.”

Cafe person? From France? Dick’s brain clicked and he shoved Jason out of the way to get to the phone. “Did you meet her at the cafe?”

“Yes, I met her at the coffee shop, Dick. What does it matter?”

“She could be Ladybug.”

Tim and Jason laughed at him. Laughed.

“You’re insane. Can I have time off or not?”

Dick fought back his annoyance. Tim was actually asking to leave and he wasn’t going to stop him. “Yes!”

“Please!” Added Jason.

The line went dead. Dick dropped back onto the couch and pulled out his own phone.

How could he bully Tim into bringing (the person who might be) Ladybug over?

He opened up the family group chat.

Idontwantpicturesthatsjustmyname: Guys you will not BELIEVE this

Dick rested his head on his hands as he watched Marinette from across the table.

“So, what do you know about Ladybug?”

Her eyes widened slightly. Whether this was because of the suddenness of the question or because he was right he wasn’t sure.

“Subtle,” Jason said sarcastically. He sent Dick a short glare as if to say ‘don’t scare her off we just met her’ and then gave Marinette an apologetic smile. “Sorry, ‘bout that. He’s been obsessed since she appeared, and most of his research has been a dead end. He’s grasping at straws.”

She relaxed and gave a soft laugh. “I’m too klutzy to ever be Ladybug, you can ask anyone.”

Dick tried not to look too skeptical. He’d purposefully surprised her with a rather forceful hug when he’d met her to see how good her balance was when she wasn’t paying attention. She’d had no problem both staying up and supporting their weight.

He couldn’t tell her that, though.

He groaned. “And I don’t suppose you know who it is?”

“Nope.”

And, just like that, the conversation moved on. Damn it, Jason, can’t you relax for a few seconds so he can interrogate her? Ugh.

Still, he smiled at Tim’s expression as Marinette began to explain exactly how they’d met. Even if it annoyed him that he hadn’t gotten any information, no one could ever pass up on the opportunity to mess with their siblings.

Jason sent Dick a glare as he pulled on his leather jacket. “You want to what?”

“Do a stakeout!” Dick said brightly. “I’m pretty sure Marinette is Ladybug.”

Tim sighed. “So we’re going to stalk my new friend? Great. Maybe this is why my friendships don’t last.”

“C’mon! It’s not like you even have to go, Tim.”

“And let you guys embarrass me? No thanks.”

“She won’t know --,” Jason said.

Tim sighed and put on his mask. “No. Come on. Dick, you owe me a coffee.”

Dick groaned but nodded. “Fine, I’m paying for snacks. Let’s go.”

“For the record, I think you’re stupid,” said Jason as they started to pull themselves up the fire escape.

“Thanks!” Said Dick brightly. “I know I’m right, but thanks!”

Jason laughed quietly. “Suuuure. Wanna bet?”

“Sure. How about 3k?”

He rolled his eyes. “Only 3? Are you really sure?”

Dick scoffed. “Fine. 5k.”

Jason smirked and pulled himself up the last rung and sat himself down on the edge. “Sucker.”

Tim glanced inside and gave sarcastic jazz hands. “Wow. How suspicious. She’s going to sleep.”

“Can’t you guys even pretend to believe me?”

“Nope. You’re insane, dude, the girl probably couldn’t hurt a fly if she wanted to.”

“I know what I saw. That coffee cup was the same one he --” he pointed at Tim “-- brings home all the time. And he saw her get one that day. She’s French and new in town. It’s got to be her.”

Tim sighed. “This feels wrong,” he mumbled. He took a long sip of his drink before continuing: “She’s a civvie, we can’t just watch her.”

“She might be a civvie,” corrected Dick.

His brothers groaned and they all opened their bags of Doritos.

And then Marinette flung the window open and stuck her head out. “Could you guys not do this outside my window?”

Everyone jumped. Tim literally jumped, nearly falling over the side of the fire escape in his surprise. They got into fighting poses on instinct.

Marinette had gone a little pale at the sight of them.

They quickly dropped their guards.

She flashed a weak smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, sirs. I thought you were just guys on my fire escape. You on a stakeout?”

Everyone looked at each other confusedly. Did her accent somehow get worse in the few hours since they met her? Tim looked especially confused by the development.

“Of sorts,” said Red Hood carefully.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes and her accent slipped back towards normal as she spoke: “If you’re staking out, can you…?” She trailed off and her eyes found their way to their Doritos. “Is that really all you’re eating tonight?” She asked, her lips falling into a frown.

The three all looked at each other.

“I mean... yeah, it’s stakeout food,” said Dick.

She clicked her tongue. “C’mon,” she waved them inside and began walking to her kitchen.

They all shrugged as they stepped through her window. What did it matter?

Dick snooped around her apartment with his brothers. He didn’t really know what he was looking for, just evidence that she did anything shady, but really he didn’t know where she’d hide anything. The place was pretty empty.

‘Damn, you live like this?’ He thought, giving her a glance and shaking his head.

His eyes found their way to her bed and he frowned. She’d set up a fake version of herself with pillows and blankets… but hadn’t she made it seem like she’d gone straight from bed to the window? How awake had she really been? And, if she’d been awake, had the accent been faked? Why?

He raised an eyebrow at the real Marinette.

“There were three people outside my window, did you want me not to take precautions?”

He looked away. Fair enough.

He continued looking for anything, but his attempts were fruitless. He would have thrown his hands up in frustration if he didn’t think that would make her suspicious of their true intentions.

Unable to do much else without making it obvious, he wandered over to watch her bake.

Dick looked the NightMare outfit up and down.

Ladybug sighed. “What?”

Maybe he could get some information on how her powers worked.

“Why is this outfit more intricate than your normal one?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Because I was intending to make it look like a coincidence that I showed up here right after the Ladybug in Paris defeated Hawkmoth,” she said.

He knew she was lying. He didn’t know how he knew she was lying, maybe it was the cadence of her voice or the fact that she had a tendency to keep them as in the dark about her identity as possible, but she was definitely lying.

But he couldn’t prove it.

So he moved on.

She stumbled out of her portal and sent them all a tiny wave. “Salut.”

Dick’s eyes widened and he rushed forward to catch her in case she fell. She didn’t, but he still wrapped her arm around his shoulders to hold her upright. “Christ! What did they do to you?”

"Some sort of tranquilizer,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “We need to warn the Waynes.”

He tensed and looked at his family, who were anxiously shifting from foot to foot.

“You’re not in any state to do that,” said Bruce, finally.

“I can open a portal.”

A wide smile stretched across his face. Aha! She’d admitted that she had to have been somewhere to open a portal. He had her now! “You’ve been to Wayne Manor?”

She opened an eye just enough to send him a glare. “No, but I’ve been outside it.”

His smile dropped. Damn. That’s a good point. The outside was a pretty popular tourist spot. He sighed.

“You need to get home,” said Tim. “I’ll make sure everyone turns around.”

Dick sent him a slight glare but let go of Ladybug and turned away. As much as he wanted to be right, the idea of watching her stumble into her room while half-awake in order to confirm this made him feel a little sick.

He could figure it out some other time, at least.

Jason dropped Ladybug onto the bed and they all scrambled around her.

Dick picked up a knife and started attempting to cut the suit around her wound and a curse slipped from his lips as it attempted to reform itself instantly.

After a few attempts, he reached for Ladybug’s earrings. He hadn’t even really been thinking about her identity, he’d just been frustrated about the apparent inability to help her.

Her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist before he could touch them. She tried to say something but couldn’t talk above the blood gurgling in her mouth.

He pulled his hand from her grip.

‘Fine, but when you die stupidly it’s not my fault,’ he thought.

He went back to attempting to tend to her wounds through her outfit.

Listen, just because he hadn’t done that didn’t mean that he didn’t still want to know.

He sent a text to Marinette. He’d check every once in a while to see if she responded, but if it took however long Ladybug was out then he would be right.

He stepped into the apartment and was stunned to see that Jason and Tim were already there.

But then he watched Marinette walk over. And she was probably injured, with how hard she was trying to hide her limp. And she clearly knew that he was onto her, otherwise why would she be trying to hide it?

“You’re walking a little weird, are you alright?” He said, a smug grin on his face.

But then Tim came to her rescue. He walked over and slung an arm over her shoulders protectively. “Maybe if you weren’t watching her walk she wouldn’t be overthinking it so much.”

Damn it. He hated it when Tim had a point.

Whatever. At least he’d thought of a plan B. He watched as Marinette’s eyes fell on Robin. She’d never met the vigilante before, so there was no reason why they shouldn’t get along.

And then she was nice to him.

He wanted to kick a wall. Was he actually wrong or was she just aware of what he was doing?

She pulled a bottle of wine from her cupboard. “You guys can all have this, right?”

There, a perfectly acceptable way to be petty. He snatched the drink from her hands. “It doesn’t matter because you can’t drink!”

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “It’s legal in my country.”

“But not in ours! Where you are currently staying! How did you even get your hands on this?”

She shrugged innocently. “You’re more uptight than my actual mom.”

He scoffed. Rude!

So rude, in fact, that he didn’t realize that she had changed the subject until there was no natural way to come back to it.

He stared at the wine in his hands.

Screw it.

Dick glanced at his phone as he received a text.

His eyes lit up at the username. Marinette! Aha! He had her now! It had only been a day since Ladybug was released, surely this was proof --!

Definitelyforgottosleep: lemme in

He frowned. All thoughts of Ladybug were pushed out of his mind at the two words. Was she okay? What had happened?

Chloe Bourgeois? Where had he heard that name before?

A frown found its way to his face as he tried to recall this. “I know you.”

“You do?”

He nodded slightly and scratched the back of his head. “Definitely... so where...?”

Marinette looked a little pale. “Don’t all rich people kind of know each other?”

Dick gave a small nod. “I guess...” He said despite being sure that wasn’t it.

She grabbed both of them by their sleeves. “C’moooon. It’s cold out, we can at least do this inside.”

Dick watched from a bit away, trying to fight back a grin as Marinette and Cass greeted each other.

“Hi,” Marinette squeaked.

Cass looked Marinette up and down. If anyone could crack this case in two seconds, it was her…

And she did.

“Are you a vigilante?”

He fought the urge to squeal. Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes --!

And then Jason appeared out of nowhere to tackle Marinette in a hug.

This couldn’t ruin his good mood, though. Nothing could.

“Cass thinks that Mari could be a vigilante,” said Dick with a cheeky look on his face.

Jason and Marinette tensed slightly and looked at each other.

Then, Cass gave a short laugh. “No, wait, I was wrong. Don’t worry about it, Dick.”

Ah. Nothing could ruin his good mood except for that.

His smile dropped instantly and he groaned. “Dang…”

Dick looked between Marinette and Tim with horror. Ladybug had confessed literally hours ago and here he was dating Marinette? What the heck? Sure, they were cute together, but that was just cold. Couldn’t he have waited a few days at least?

It didn’t even occur to him that maybe the whole ‘Ladybug confessing’ thing could be linked.

When he’d turned on his comm, he hadn’t expected anything much from it.

“The bug’s been bugged,” said Cass.

“She’s been what?”

“Bugged. Someone bad found out her identity and now she’s got a bug.”

There was a silence as this sunk in.

Then Dick was yelling. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE FOUND OUT HER CIVILIAN IDENTITY?!”

“Damn, Nightwing, didn’t know you cared so much,” said Tim, who sounded a bit on edge.

“WHY DID THEY GET TO KNOW BEFORE ME?!”

“Because everyone gets to know before you,” said Cass calmly. “You’re officially the last to know.”

“IM SORRY?! EVERYONE KNEW?!”

“Yep.”

He couldn’t believe he’d been betrayed like this, especially by his own family.

And so he questioned them.

Tim had apparently figured her out the second day and not said anything about it because ‘her identity clearly matters to her, she didn’t even know I knew it until a little while ago’. Damn him. Dick couldn’t even get mad at him for that.

And then Jason was next. He’d apparently found out when Marinette had gotten shot. He’d given the same reasoning as Tim, which was more than a little suspicious.

Bruce was next. He’d found out on the Wayne Manor cams and hadn’t said anything because he thought everyone already knew. Ouch.

Duke said that he had just found out when Marinette had touched her comm. He got a pass.

And then Cass said she’d found out the moment she’d met the girl. Dick had suspected that, considering the conversation they’d had on Thanksgiving, but then he’d questioned her on why she hadn’t told him and…

“Red Hood and Marinette didn’t want you to know, so.”

Dick was practicing breathing exercises. It didn’t work, though. “WHO IS SHE?!”

He had a strong suspicion he knew, considering Jason had kept the answer from him, but he wanted to hear it directly from someone.

Jason attempted to steer the conversation away: “Hey, so about that bug thing --.”

Whatever attempts to save his wallet he was about to make was ruined by Cass, who simply said: “Marinette.”

Let’s just say Jason was lucky that Dick was against murder.

He was not, however, against cursing him out for the entire family to hear.

~~~

When you have to read 44 chapters of your own fic to answer a prompt--

I probably missed some things, too. I put a lot of little things in

#satisfied #maribat #submitted prompt #the dick grayson chapter #this is lowkey called identity crisis but shhhhhhh

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calumcest · 3 years

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you and i we’re an overnight sensation

this is my first ever (?) attempt at writing fluffy jalex and my first time writing jalex since 2014 i believe so please bear that in mind when you are reading this if you decide to brave it. however i think this is my magnum opus simply because i managed to keep it under 3k. CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE because quite frankly i can’t

big thank u to @clumsyclifford for letting me yell about this as i was writing and for slyly being the inspiration behind me even attempting to write jalex again i love u <3

Train journeys are usually one of Jack’s least favourite things on the planet.

In fairness, he probably wouldn’t mind them so much if they weren’t so expensive. Zack always goes on about how dirty the seats are, Jack, they’ve definitely not been cleaned since before we were born, and get your fucking feet off them, that’s exactly why, but Jack would be lying to everyone and himself if he tried to claim that he cared about the amount of years-old tracked-in mud his ass was coming into contact with. He doesn’t even particularly care that they’re noisy, because it gives him an excuse to turn his music up until it’s in the red-warning part of the volume bar on his phone, and disobeying his phone is pretty much the only adrenaline rush he gets these days. It’s pretty much just the fact that he’s got to fork out at least forty of his hard-earned dollars to get himself from A to B at a comfort level so minimal that it probably counts as an infringement on some human right or other.

Said comfort level is greatly improved, however, when there’s a hot guy across the aisle from him.

The guy had got on at Baltimore with Jack, eyes glued to his phone, and thrown himself down in a seat like this journey is practiced for him. Jack had had no choice but to sit diagonally across the aisle from him, next to a lady who threw him a dirty look before glancing pointedly over at all the other empty seats in the carriage.

(“I need the air,” he’d told her sincerely, gesturing at the (closed) window next to them.)

Somewhere between Philadelphia and Trenton the guy had sighed, slipped his phone into his pocket, crossed his arms, and fallen asleep. Jack had been a little put out at that, because he’d been enjoying watching the guy out of the corner of his eye as he frowned and smiled and snorted and scoffed at whatever was on his phone, but after a few unsuccessful attempts at waking him up via telepathy and maybe trying to scan his brain to see whether he was hiding any kinks for gangly Lebanese men Jack had given up, picked up his phone, and headed to Twitter.

He’s still been throwing glances at the hot guy, though - surreptitiously, of course - and he’s midway through debating with himself whether he should just cut the creepiness, wake the guy up and ask if he wants his dick sucked when the guy’s eyes fly open, and he looks directly at Jack. Jack’s been wondering whether he’s as hot with his eyes open - not that he’s into, like, corpses, or anything - and just as he’s processing that yes, the guy’s eyes are actually prettier than his imagination had calculated, and that all that time he’d spent staring at his phone earlier was time he could have spent staring at Jack - the guy speaks.

“Where are we?” he asks, eyes flitting wildly around the carriage, like he’ll maybe be able to identify precisely what part of rural Connecticut they’re in by the species of the trees flying past the window. Which, actually, maybe he can. Maybe he’s a tree surgeon, or something. Jack was bound to meet a hot tree surgeon at some point in his life, right?

“Uh,” Jack says, because he’s not entirely sure. Have they passed New Haven yet? Or was Stamford the last stop? “Connecticut.” It’s probably the truth, and that’s good enough for Jack.

“Oh my God,” the guy says, apparently to Jack, who just raises an eyebrow. “I slept through my stop.”

“Sucks, dude,” Jack says, as sympathetically as he can. The guy frowns. Jack makes a mental note to work on his sympathetic voice.

“‘Sucks, dude’?” the guy echoes. Jack shrugs.

“What d’you want me to do?” he says. “Turn the train around?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“Too bad.” The guy looks at Jack for a moment, like he’s committed a grievous offence against the guy for not being in control of the train, and then groans, tipping his head back and slouching down in his seat.

“I can’t believe I missed my fucking stop,” he mumbles. Jack’s not entirely sure whether the guy’s addressing him or the ceiling, but decides he’s probably got fairly decent odds against an inanimate object, so asks:

“What was your stop?”

“New York.” There’s a pause.

“New York?” Jack says, a little incredulously. “You missed New York?”

“What?” the guy says defensively, tipping his head forward again just to throw Jack a glare. Jack’ll take it, though. Glares are intimate, right?

“How’d you miss that? Fucking everyone got off at New York, dude,” Jack says. “Pretty sure someone hit you with a briefcase on their way out.” The guy scowls.

“That wasn’t just a dream?” he says, words coloured with indignance.

“You dream about people hitting you with briefcases?”

“I’m clearly aware of my surroundings,” the guy says, and Jack nods sagely.

“It’s good to stay alert,” he tells the guy. “I’m Jack, by the way,” he adds, when the guy doesn’t say anything back after three milliseconds, and the guy blinks at him for a moment, and then tips his head back again and sighs dramatically. It’s the worst reaction Jack’s ever had to telling someone his name - is it that bad, really? - but then the guy rolls his head in Jack’s direction and says:

“Alex.” “Alex,” Jack says, testing it out on his tongue, and nods when he finds it passes the test of him being able to pronounce it. Two syllables is about as much as he can take most days. “Nice name.” Alex snorts.

“It’s just a name,” he says.

“But it’s a nice one,” Jack points out.

“Is it?”

“I just said it was.”

“That doesn’t make it a nice name, though, does it?”

“Why not?” Jack says, affronted.

“What, are you the arbiter of nice names?” Alex asks, raising an eyebrow.

“There’s no need for that kind of language,” Jack says haughtily, because he has no idea what the fuck an ‘arbiter’ is. Alex just stares at him for a moment, before shaking his head and grinning. Pretty as his eyes are when blinking at Jack in moderate panic tinged with the remnants of sleepiness, they’re something else when lit up with quiet amusement, warm and dark and kind. He’s got the kind of eyes that betray his jovial exterior, the kind of eyes that hold wisdom and heartache and heaviness while shining with light, and Jack thinks if he’d paid a little more attention in English he might be able to come up with a metaphor that would verbalise the feeling of comfort this stranger’s eyes give him. It’s something like breathlessness, but in his heart. Or maybe Jack’s just in need of an ECG.

“Where are you headed?” Alex asks, completely oblivious to the fact that Jack’s trying to salvage the remnants of his high school English education while also trying to figure out whether he needs a pacemaker fitted.

“Boston,” Jack says. “I’ve got work there.”

“What d’you do?”

“I work for a record label,” Jack says. “Involves a lot of travelling from Baltimore to Boston to sign new bands.” Alex looks suitably impressed.

“That’s pretty cool,” he says. He sounds suitably impressed, too. It’s not really helping Jack’s severe case of want-to-suck-dick-itis.

“What about you?” Jack says, and Alex throws him an are you stupid kind of look.

“I was travelling to New York,” Alex says, and Jack takes great pleasure in returning the are you stupid look.

“Yeah, I know that bit,” Jack says impatiently. “What for?”

“I was meant to be going to a gig,” Alex says, with a sigh. Jack raises an eyebrow.

“Oh?” he says, interest piqued. “What gig?”

“Uh,” Alex says, and lifts his hips off the seat, fumbling in his back pocket for a moment. Jack politely doesn’t stare, which is as chivalrous as he gets, and then Alex sits up straight and smooths out a very crumpled ticket. “Some band called Seven Times Ill-Meaning.” Jack blinks.

“Seven Times Ill-Meaning?” he asks, just to make sure, and Alex nods. “What the fuck does that mean?” Alex shrugs as he folds the paper up again and shoves it back in his pocket.

“Search me, dude,” he says.

“Are they any good?”

“I dunno, man,” Alex says. “I didn’t get to see them.”

“But you’ve heard their music.” Alex shakes his head. “You were travelling from Baltimore to New York for a band you’ve never even listened to?” Jack asks, a little incredulously.

“Don’t you do that every day?” Alex shoots back.

“No,” Jack says. “I travel from Baltimore to Boston.” Alex rolls his eyes. “And I get paid for it,” Jack points out, and Alex scrunches his nose up. It shouldn’t be cute, really - who the fuck does that beyond the age of, like, fourteen - but it is. Pretty much everything Alex does is cute, when Jack thinks about it. He’s fairly sure even the way Alex is sitting is cute.

“Fair point,” Alex says, with a sigh. “Fuck. I can’t believe I missed my stop.”

“You wouldn’t have if you hadn’t gone to sleep,” Jack says, and Alex throws him a look.

“Wow,” he deadpans. “Who’d’ve known if I hadn’t fallen asleep I wouldn’t have slept through my stop?”

“You’re kind of an asshole,” Jack tells him, but there’s no heat behind the words and Alex jut grins, that young sparkle in his old eyes again.

“Part of the day job, dude,” Alex says contentedly.

“What’s the day job?”

“I just told you,” Alex says. “Being an asshole.”

“You said that was part of it,” Jack counters, and Alex rolls his eyes.

“I’m a teacher,” he says.

“Oh,” Jack says. “Right. Yeah, no. Day job is definitely being an asshole.” Alex laughs.

“Fuck you, dude,” he says, and Jack has to bite down the yes, please, you good to go now? that dances up his throat to the tip of his tongue. “I’m a great teacher. The kids love me.”

“Kids love anyone who doesn’t set homework,” Jack says dismissively.

“Who said I don’t set homework?”

“You’d be grading it instead of being on your way to a gig two hours away right now if you did,” Jack says, and Alex grins sheepishly.

“Look, they don’t want to do it, I don’t want to grade it, and school should stay at school,” he says. “But mostly I don’t want to grade it.” Jack snorts.

“What d’you teach?” he asks, and then is struck by inspiration and hurriedly adds: “Wait, no, no. Let me guess.” Alex arches an eyebrow at him, but his lips quirk up in an amused smile.

“Go on,” he says. Jack squints at Alex, really gets him into focus - the fringe that’s definitely still an emo fringe, no matter how hard it’s trying; the small smile playing at his lips; the richness of his eyes, with that slight mischievous glitter darting in and out of frame - and then sits back with a satisfied nod.

“English,” he says, and Alex’s eyes widen almost comically.

“How the fuck did you know that?” he says, and Jack shrugs.

“I’ve never met a math teacher that would miss an opportunity to set homework,” Jack says.

“There are other teachers besides English and math, y’know,” Alex tells him. “I could be a PE teacher.” Jack snorts, and Alex scowls, but his eyes are still twinkling. “Fuck off,” he says, and Jack laughs this time.

“You called me a fucking arbitrator or something earlier,” Jack says. “Those are English teacher vibes.”

“Arbiter,” Alex corrects instantly, like it’s a reflex action, and Jack just raises his eyebrows pointedly. Alex holds his gaze for a moment, and then scowls, crosses his arms, and sits back in his seat. “I don’t give off English teacher vibes.”

“Then how did I know you’re an English teacher?”

“Lucky guess.” Jack snorts, and shakes his head.

“I don’t have any luck,” he says.

“Better than me,” Alex says, with a groan. “I can’t believe I missed my fucking stop. And now I’m going to have to get off in Stamf- or is it New Ha- or- in Connecticut.”

“That wasn’t bad luck,” Jack points out. “That was poor planning.” Alex scowls, and looks like he’s about to say something that might involve another long word that Jack doesn’t understand, so to placate him, Jack adds: “And you don’t have to get off in Connecticut.”

“What, you think I should stay on the train ‘til Massachusetts?” Alex says, like the very idea is ridiculous. “It’ll take me, like, eight hours to get home.”

“I mean,” Jack says. “I have a hotel room, y’know.”

“Yeah, fucking hell, rub it in,” Alex groans.

“No,” Jack says. “I mean.” How the fuck is he supposed to say this? If you want, hot-guy-Alex-that-I-literally-just-met-on-a-train-who-could-still-possibly-be-a-serial-killer, you can sleep with me. In both senses of the word, preferably, but I will respect it if you only want one of the two. I hope you’re not a murderer. Oh, fuck it. Jack’s not exactly known for his subtlety. “You can stay with me.” Alex blinks at him. And then he blinks again. And then he narrows his eyes, and says, incredibly suspiciously:

“Are you asking to fuck me?” Jack shrugs.

“You can fuck me,” he offers. “Or we can switch, I’m not fussed. Or we can just- y’know. You can just have a place to spend the night that isn’t a train back to Baltimore.” Alex cocks his head, considering, eyes still narrowed, and then his face clears, and he shrugs.

“Alright,” he says. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Jack says.

“Yeah,” Alex repeats.

“Yeah to what?”

“To all of it,” Alex says. Jack blinks in surprise. He hadn’t really been expecting Alex to take him up on it. After all, who would take up the offer to fuck a stranger they’ve just met on a train in a city hundreds of miles from home?

(Then again, who would make the offer to fuck a stranger they’ve just met on a train in a city hundreds of miles from home?)

“You want to fuck me?”

“I thought you said you were flexible on that?”

“Oh, right,” Jack says. He is flexible. “I am flexible.” He pauses. “But not like that. Don’t- I’m not able to contort myself into, like, pretzel-shapes.”

“Well,” Alex says, with a shrug and a wicked grin, “I am.” Oh, Jesus.

“Oh, that’s right,” Jack says, slapping a hand to his forehead. “PE teacher, I forgot.”

“Fuck you,” Alex says, and Jack grins.

“Give it another two hours,” he says, and Alex grins back.

#jalex #wtf do you tag jalex fic with #jalex fic #atl fic #oh fuck knows no ones gonna find it anyway #yes i have not done any of my reading for tomorrow oh my god shit #i just remembered i have work to do for my 9am seminar tomorrow #and its half past midnight #WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL #its fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine it'll be fine #nobody take any notes from me on how to be a student ever i am so bad at it

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jungshookz · 5 years

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drabble where jimin is very clingy and friendly and y/n is really quiet and grouchy but warms up to jimin? oof pls or not its all cool ily and ur work sm

→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: nonidol!au, college!au, jimin is bending over baCKWArds for u, brownies are the solution to every problem

→ wordcount: 3k

→ note: thank u thank u!!!! i whipped this baby out in two hours because i got excited at the thought of grouchy y/n so if it’s a little choppy i apologize and ALSO i’m literally never getting over this gif of jimin

(gif isn’t mine!)

jimin didn’t think it was possible for someone to be moRe quiet and grouchy than yoongi

but here you are

y/n y/l/n

physical proof that it is indeed possible for someone to be more quiet and grouchy than yoongi

it really is no wonder as to why you and yoongi get along so well (he’ll never admit that he’s a lil bit jealous of that fact)

the only difference between u and yoongi is that yoongi actually likes him

and

he’s pretty sure you hate him which isn’t great

because jimin likes to be liked!!!!!!!! in fact he loVEs to be liked!!!!!! in fact HE WOULD KILL TO BE LIKED

teehee!

he’s most definitely a people person

you are not a people person

you don’t give a rat’s ass if someone doesn’t like you

that’s one less person to deal with biTch

you kinda just float around and do your own thing

you’re the complete opposite of jimin and usuaLLY he likes to stay away from people like you (no offence) ((and also yoongi is an exception))

..,.,so he can’t quite seem to figure out why he’s developed a teeny weeny little crush on you

“good morning, friends!” jimin chirps and plops down on the ground next to jungkook

you tilt your head up to roLL your eyes and resist the urge to get up and leave

“already?” yoongi snorts nudges your side with his elbow and you shrug in response before leaning back against your palms and crossing one ankle over the other

it’s not like you don’t like the guy

it’s just that you don’t like the guy

you don’t know what it is about him

maybe he’s too chipper for you

yeah

he talks too much

you fully support the notion that if there is a moment of silence it doesn’t always have to be filled up with bLabbing

silence is good

also he’s a try-hard

he seems to have a thing where he just neeDs evERyone to fall in love with him (which sounds exhausting to u)

evEryone who bumps into jimin immediately falls in love with him and you honestly?? don’t understand it

what’s so great about the guy?????

also his giggling is irritating and he does so much of it

not everything is funny

but to be fair you’re a pretty tough nut to crack

the last time you actually laughed was when jungkook tripped going up the stairs and his smoothie flew like ten feet up into the air and proceeded to splatter all over him ((you told him not to tell anyone this otherwise u would kick his ass but u ended up giving him your smoothie and u helped clean him up))

what else do you not like about jimin

the almost twinkly sound of his giggle

how helpful and kind and caring and thoughtful and generous he is to everyone

his pouty pillowy lips

his obviously dyed head of dirty blonde hair that always happens to be perfectly tousled and always looks so soft and silky and you would love to run your fingers through-

“y/n, you got any plans for the weekend?” jimin smiles brightly at you as he pulls his lunch out

you stare right back at him before raising an eyebrow and cocking your head to the side as if to say ‘do i fuckin look like i wanna tell u all about my weekend plans u nosy leech’

you shrug

jimin waits patiently for a response

and then it hits him that that was your response

taehyung clears his throat

“well if anyone wants to know about my weekend i’m going to go to this super cool flea market-“

“what do you have for lunch today, y/n? i-i have a sandwich! a turkey sandwich. do you like turkey sandwiches?” jimin tries again and taehyung lets out a quiet sigh before looking at the others like hEre we go again

“what’s not to like about a thin piece of meat in between two slices of white bread?” you respond cooly as you pluck at the grass

jimin buRsts into laughter before pointing a finger gun at you “good one! that was a good one!!”

jungkook winces and looks around to make sure no one else is observing this awkward exchange because yiKEs

“.,,.i don’t get the joke.” hoseok mumbles

jin shakes his head disappointedly “was that even a joke?? what was the punchline??”

namjoon presses his lips together before giving both jin and hobi a pat on the shoulder “.,.,.don’t worry bout it”

everyone knows about jimin’s crush on you

it’s not just limited to people in the group of course

everyone with working eyes knows about jimin’s crush on you

taehyung has tried many mAny times to tell jimin to just move on because it’s clear the romantic feelings aren’t being reciprocated and every time jimin opens his mouth to speak your eyes roll to the back of your head

you’re very nice once you warm up to someone and luckily taehyung has experienced that but he’s not sure if jimin is going to get the Nice Y/N package any time soon

he just doesn’t want jimin to get his heart broken that’s all

“i don’t get it. what am i doing wrong??” jimin groans loudly and taehyung huffs because it’s obvious they’re not going to get through this movie tonight

he lowers the volume on the television before turning to glance at the other boy (who is currently screaming into a pillow) ((which is very hard to ignore))

“i’m telling you, bro - just give up. give uP!!!!!” taehyung snatches the pillow from jimin

jimin immediately pushes his bottom lip out in a pout “but-“

“she doesn’t like you. she doesn’t liKE YOU”

“you don’t know that!!!!!!”

“jimin, come on! we’ve had this conversation like a hundred times and each time you say you’re going to get over her and then the next day you pull a ‘heY y/N do u like turkey SandWiches’ stunT and i swear you fall even more in love when she flicks hair over her shoulder and glares at you in response-“

“what the heLL are you two talking about so loudly?” tae and jimin both turn when yoongi makes his way down the stairs

he lets out a yawn before stretching his arms out “i’m taking a nap and it would be greatly appreciated if you’d just-“

“hyung, get over here and help me make jimin realise that y/n doesn’t like him!” taehyung whines

yoongi furrows his brows

“…why would i help you with that?”

tae gawks at him

“wha- why noT-“

“because y/n likes him. a lot.” yoongi states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world

wait

what

jimin squAwks

“SHE WHAT-“

yoongi immediately winces

maybe it was a bad idea to tell him that

“wait wait wAIT how do you know- like, did she tell you that she liked m- should i text her?? call her?????” jimin fumbles around for his phone and taehyung snatches it from him before he can do anything

“calm down, romeo.” yoongi snorts before taking a seat on the sofa chair and grabbing the remote

“oh my god- he’s obviously fucking around with you, you dumbass.” taehyung scowls before glaring at yoongi “thanks a lot-“

“no, i’m serious!” yoongi raises his hands in defence “just don’t talk to her on monday and see what happens.”

“if i don’t talk to her then how will i-” jimin huffs and crosses his arms “whatever, tae’s right, you’re just fucking around with me-“

“no, i’m serious!!!!!” yoongi scoffs “don’t talk to her. see what happens.”

“don’t tell me you’re actually falling for this bullshit.” taehyung deadpans

he can see the gears click-click-clicking away in jimin’s little blonde head

jimin shifts in his spot and clears his throat “.,.it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try”

taehyung resists the urge to beat boTh jimin and yoongi to death with the throw pillow

monday rolls around pretty quickly

jimin is ready to taCKle the new week

but he’s also ready to tackle the new challenge of not talking to you and pretending as if you don’t exist

“good morning, everyone!” jimin greets brightly “how was your weekend…”

tae winces

o god

he’s already failed

“namjoon?”

huh

okay

smooth sailings so far

you look up from your phone immediately

your brows knit together in confusion

it’s not that you care or anything but like

usually you’re the first person he talks to after he sits down

whatever

it’s whatever

it’s not like you would’ve given him a good response anyway

“uh, it was alright! i didn’t do that much… how was your-“

“it was good! tae and i watched the new avengers movie which was super exciting!!” jimin pulls out his lunch and you spoT the familiar turkey sandwich

“oh hey!!! i watched that last week!! did you guys like it????”

you’re not really paying attention to the conversation between the guys

he threw in some lettuce and tomatoes today!

and you see some mustard peeking out

you clear your throat quietly and sit up a little straighter as if expecting jimin to ask whether you like lettuce and tomatoes and spicy mustard in your sandwiches to whiCH you will respond ‘what’s not to like about lettuce and tomatoes and spicy mustard in my sandwiches?’ and he will respond with his usual HAHAHAHA GOOD ONE Y/N

jimin takes a bite of his sandwich and turns to listen to namjoon rambling about the avengers while jin whines and begs him to noT spoil the whole damn thing for him

jimin takes another biG bite and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

his cheeks resemble that of a chipmunk

it’s cute

wait what

no it’s not

it’s gross

yeaH it’s grOSS

“ooh, you know what else i did over the weekend? i made brownies!” jimin perks up before turning to rummage through his bag

okAY NOW he’s definitely going to talk to you because he knows you like brownies (he’s brought everyone brownies on several occasions and you’ve always accepted them with a grunt and a barely audible ‘thanks’) and you know for a fact he’s going to offer them to you fiRST >:-)

and you can’t wait because ur favourite piece is the middle piece and u and yoongi always fight over it (obviously u always get it because jimin undoubtedly plays favourites)

“yep! fresH, homemade brownies for everyone!” jimin tosses the brownies at everyone around the circle and your toes wiggle in your shoes in anTicipation

you’ve been craving something sweet all day

“ooh, sweEt i got the middle piece.” yoongi mutters under his breath and your head snaps to look at the brownie piece he just caught

wait a sec-

WAIT A SECOND

okay maybe there’s another middle piece for you

you wait patiently and even find yourself offering a meek little smile in jimin’s general direction (which he deFINitely noticed and will shamelessly admit that it made his heart skip a beat)

and then jimin just-

he zips up his backpack

but

where’s your piece???

you look around the circle and frown when you see everyone enjoying their brownies

“good brownie, jimin!” tae haMS it up after taking a bite

jungkook practically shoves the entire thing into his mouth like a maniac

meanwhile yoongi shoots jimin a subtle thumbs up before gesturing over to you

jimin’s eyes flicker over to you and you two lock gazes for a second before you’re flushing and looking down at the ground

you proceed to pluCK at the grass a little more aggressively than usual and jimin nEARLY coos when he notices your little pout

hook

line

and

sinker

but also he feels kind of bad because his intention wasn’t to make u sad

:((((

“see you guys later!”

“uGh i’m going to late for my history lecture - bye guys!!”

“thanks for the brownies, jimin!”

usually you just sliP away quietly when the end of lunch rolls around but uh

you can’t help but feel like there’s a tiny issue here

“see ya later, loserrrr” yoongi gives your arm a little punch and you scowl before swatting at his hand

and then there were two

you turn to glance over your shoulder to see jimin packing his lunch bag up quietly

a part of you wants to just pretend this lunch didn’t even happen and just spRInt off the field as quickly as possible

and the other part of you-

“hey.”

“oh. hey!” jimin smiles politely and swings his backpack over his shoulder before pointing behind you “my next class is in the maple building so i- woAH”

needless to say jimin is very much surprised when you grab his wrist and yank him over so that that the two of you are standing directly under the oak tree

“how come i-“ you clear your throat before diverting your gaze to the ground

hUH

usually jimin is the one diverting his gaze

interESting

“-ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶦ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿᶦᵉ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ”

“how come you didn’t get a brownie today?” jimin repeats “is that it? you just wanted a brownie?”

“well i- i don’t…“

“look, y/n, i actually have a class to get to, so if the brownie is all you’re wanting, i can just bake a new batch tonight and bring you one tomorrow.”

the apples of your cheeks go bright pink

“it’s not just the brownies…”

“then what is it?”

goD

you hate this

your brows knit together in frustration before you look up at jimin with a little glare

“today, you didn’t… talk to me…. at all, and you didn’t…. ask me about my weekend,” you stumble a little over your words because this is a verY unfamiliar situation and you honestly don’t know what you want out of your soon-to-be ramble is but pOp off i guess “-a-and today you had tomatoes and lettuce and mustard in your sandwich and you didn’t ask me if i liked tomatoes and lettuce and mustard in my sandwiches because i would’ve replied with ‘what’s not to like about tomatoes and lettuce and mustard in my sandwiches?’ and then you would do your usual stupid dorky finger gun thing-“

you can’t seem to stop the straight up word vomit just floWing out of your mouth and you haven’t even noticed that you’ve taken a teeny step closer to jimin and he has done exaCtly the same

“and you always give mE a brownie first when you bring ‘em but i-i didn’t get one and not to mention you gave yoongi the middle piece but you already know that the middle piece is mY favourite- mMpH-!”

your brain immediately shuts down when jimin tugs you in and leans down to plant his lips against yours

and as cheesy as it is

time stands still

it almost feels like your soul floated out of your body

like you’re floating in space

this is.,., nice

his lips are awfully soft

and he smells good too

,.,.wait a second

jimin’s kissing you

you’re kissing jimin

YOU GUYS ARE KISSING

you don’t get a chaNce to react before jimin pulls away

he giggles softly when you chase after his lips but soon enough you snap out of your little daze and stumble backwards a little

whAT FHE TUCK

what is going on

what the heCK is going on

“you- i- we-“ you stammer and blink wiLdly at jimin

“we?” jimin tilts his head and smiles innocently “oh, by the way-“ he takes his backpack off one shoulder and digs through it

he holds out a neatly wrapped square “of course i brought a brownie for you. this batch was extra big so there were two middle pieces.”

you take it from him cautiously before unwrapping it

yep

that’s a middle piece alright

the corner of your mouth twitches in a tiny smile before you let out a huff and whiP around to start trudging down the grassy hill

jimin’s shoulders droop in disappointment

shit

maybe yoongi did set him up

oh god

and he kissed you too

that was wAY too bold of a move

now you’re definitely never going to talk to him again

FRicK

but it wasn’t his fault!!!!!! he thought that-

“oi! you coming?” jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you standing at the bottom of the hill with a hand on your hip “i’m not getting any younger here!!” you turn around and continue the trek off the field

jimin grins widely and pulls his backpack back on

he catches up to you in no time and his heart soArs when you clutch his hand in yours

“does this mean you’ll finally answer me when i ask you how your weekend was?”

“absolutely not.”

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umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it’s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."

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doomed wips

Okie dokie dudes,,,, this is,,,,,, approximately 3k words of uh,,,, my rlly raw bad unedited wips i dont have time for anymore lmao. ft. some poly denki content There is nsfw but it has a warning, read at ur own risk!!!!

If u rlly wanna see one finished send in an ask! dropping a tip on my ko-fi nd leaving a message w the one u want wouldnt hurt either

i also included a description w most of them

This was from the prompts lmao (nsfwish)

Aight so denki and reader ARE dating but they don't know how Yan our boi is,,,, then they like bust him jerking off to their underwear and they're like what the FUCK

Omegaverse!!!!

“I swear just did laundry, why is this draw so empty?” You huffed, closing your underwear drawer with more force than you’d intended. “Are they in Denki’s room? He does do my laundry sometimes… omega instincts or something…” you turned back towards the door, the two of you were meant to shower and get ready for bed before he’d come to your room. Surely it wouldn't matter if you just popped in to look around, you were mates after all. Yeah, it's be fine.

The dorms were relatively quiet, everyone else was outside or out with people enjoying the day. Still, it was weird to just… walk through the halls and not hear anyone. Lost in thought, you barely paused before you pushed open Denki’s door, taking a few steps into the room before you heard a whimper. Your first thought was fear, was Denki hurt? Had someone attacked him? You were rushing to his side without thinking, all but jumping on the bed to see if he was okay.

Another prompt one!!!

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

“This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

“God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

Dragon kiri has been watching the reader for a while and like dropping gifts bc courting and then uh the village find out they a witch and try to sacrifice them and kiri shows up to the rescue!!!

You'd come home to another package on your doorstep, bound with a red string and adorned with the red scale you were so used to. Smiling as you bent down to pick it up, you were too preoccupied to notice the red eyes that lit up. The packages had been coming for almost a year, and you’d accepted them as a part of your life now. None of them had had gold before, your eyes went wide when you opened it. It was a golden… talon? Tooth? That was your best guess, rested on pure white fur. Where on earth did this come fro? You’d never seen anything like it!

Yu’d ended up tying the gift around your neck, tucked undereath your shirt and resting close to your heart. It was comforting, you didn’t know why. You were walking home now, you’d just helped a woman with an unwanted child. The village had been your home for three years, and you’d done your best to help everyone you coulod, particuarly the women. However, the men of the village didn’t care for you, and they often glared when you’d pass by. You weren’t magic, you’d just… studied plants your entire life!

“Well what a surprise! The witch is wandering the forest, all alone.”

“And at night too, haven’t they heard that’s dangerous?”

Speak of the devil, who else would be out except drunk men,well… and you.

“I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home.” You kept your voice even despite your mind racing to come up with possible plans. You had a knife in your bag, but you really didn't want to use it. If you did anything it would only make things worse, you needed to try and diffuse the situation.

“You leaving is the only way that'll happen.” One of them smirked, reaching out to grab your arm. His skin touched yours and you felt your necklace burn, searing your skin as you yelped and jumped away. The men were about to continue their advance when a growl rang out, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It was followed by a man walking into the light, hair as red as his eyes and all you could say was damn. Good to know you had your priorities sorted, Y/n. The man turned to you first, mouth set in a grin that revealed how sharp his teeth were.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you!” His eyes went cold as soon as they looked away from you.

“Now, why don't you guys move along, huh?”

“Who the hell are you?” The men looked wary now, and it sent a wave of satisfaction through you. You didn't even question who the redhead was, or why he was calling you his love, but you could deal with that later.

“I’m Eijiro!” Oh, so that was his name.

I came up w this at three am while i was stoned asf pls let me live (Nsfw)

Reader goes to the bathroom to uh smoke a joint,,,, denki nd shinso come in nd start fucking and reader like whaaaaat oh my god,,,,, take another hit,,,,, then denki like I think I'm bi and shinso was like uh yeah I guessed as much w my dick in ur ass and reader laughs and gets found out and threesome,,,, bonus if they already friends and toshi yan,, toshi like fucks trhe reader through denki

A sigh left you as you sat down in the toilet stall, wasting no time reaching into your pocket to pull out your lighter and the joint you’d been saving. Denki had slipped it to you when you’d complained about stress and being out of weed, and you’d never been more thankful for the blonde. You’d waited until after school to dart into the most private bathroom on campus, somewhere you came often, if you were being honest. You did your best to stay quiet, listening to music as you smoked through one earphone, keeping an ear out for anyone coming. You were over halfway through when the door opened, making you freeze as you heard two familiar voices.

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“Yeah man! Y/n showed it to me!”

Oh. Oh no. You couldn’t believe this was happening, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you heard the moans. Your face was bright red, taking another hit because you couldn’t deal with Denki and Shinso doing this. They were your friends! Denki was your best friend, you didn’t want to witness this! But even as you told yourself that you couldn’t deny the heat that bloomed far too low to be innocent. You tried to drown it out, honestly! Focusing on your music and smoking, but god seemed to hate you today, and your phone died two minutes later. Fuck, you were just going to have to wait this out, weren’t you?

So, here you were, locked in a bathroom stall, stoned, horny and having to listen to your friends fuck each other. It wasn’t just moans and skin slapping, either, they were filthy honestly, and you’d heard some things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget.

“I-I ah, think I might be- mmm- bi!” Denki spoke, well, gasped would be more accurate, and you had to stop yourself laughing, only that idiot would say something like that.

“I guessed as much, my dick is in your ass, Denki.”

“Oh my god.” You couldn’t help it, you laughed, and that would be your undoing. It was silent for a few beats, and you were beginning to think you’d gotten away with it when the door was ripped open, revealing a livid Shinso and a curious Denki. You could tell they’d been fucking, and that sent another wave through you. Shinso smirked when he saw it was you, Denki’s face breaking into a grin as he leant on the taller boy.

“Uh, hey guys! Fancy uh, seeing you… here?” You tried to break the silence, ignore how hungry Shinso looked, ignore the way Denki looked you up and down, ignore that they were both still hard.

It didn’t work, and before you could react hands were grabbing you and pulling you closer to them. You ended up standing between them facing Shinso and with Denki far too close behind you, if he moved a centimetre he’d be pressed up against your ass.

“Fancy it indeed, tell us, what were you doing here, Y/n?” Shinso’s tone was lazy, his hand rubbing up and down your arm and making it much harder to think.

“Uh I uh… came here to smoke? And then uh… you guys came in and-”

“You decided to listen to us fuck like some pervert?”

“No! No that’s not it at all.” You tried to defend, throwing a look for help at Denki. He ignored you, golden eyes dark and fixed on SHinso.

“It’s okay, Y/n, Denki’s a slut anyway, he doesn’t mind.” You blushed at his words, hoping against hope that this was it and you could run back to your dorm and uh… relieve some stress.

“Now, back to you, hmm? You look quite flustered.”

“N-No, I’m just uh, Denki?” You looked away when you felt arms wrap around your waist, Denki’s head resting on your shoulder. It would have been fine, if his hands didn’t travel lower, lower, lower-

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t stop yourself yelping, hands flying to Denki’s to try and pry them off.

“Giving you what you want, wasn’t that clear baby?” Shinso moved closer, you were still distracted by Denki’s hands.

“You need us as bad as we need you, there’s no point denying it.”

“Shinso, I don’t-”

“Call me Hitoshi, won’t you? My last name is far too formal for our… relationship, don’t you think?” His hand came up to caress your cheek and you couldn’t speak, your mind stopped working and before you knew it Denki had one hand down your pants.

“Huh?!” You tried to squirm away, letting out a whimper as Hitoshi held you in place, unable to do anything except feel Denki’s fingers slip under you underwear, brushing your clit as he felt around.

“You’re already so wet Y/n! That’ll make this so much more fun!” You could feel him grinning against your neck, sigh of relief leaving you when he pulled his hand back.

“What do you mean Denki, you need to stop this is-”

Hitoshi cut you off, finger pressed to your lips before it was replaced with his own. Denki seemed content kissing up and down your neck, and you were losing yourself in the sensations before you could stop or pull yourself back. It was a lost cause as soon as your arms wrapped around Hitoshi’s neck, fingers tugging purple strands and that had him moaning. Not one to be left out, Denki let his hands trail over your body, sliding up your stomach to lightly grab your chest before trailing down to your hips. Hitoshi finally pulled away, throwing a smirk your way before he turned you to face his blonde companion.

“D-Denki?” You stuttered, throughourly breathless and turned on. They just thought you were so cute.

“Wanted you for so long Y/n, love you so much.” He already looks fucked out, if that was possible, babbling as he leant forward to kiss you. You could only kiss him back at this point, let Hitoshi begin tugging your underwear down, moaning as his finger circled your clit.

“We’re gonna take real good care of you.” You got one last look into purple eyes before you and Denki were moved and shoved against the wall, yelp leaving you as your back made contact. Then lips were on yours again, your hands tangled in golden hair and you moaned as a finger entered you.

Arranged marriage w shoto who a cold bitch and show no interest,,,, so reader hits it off w dabi,,, shoto get jelly and then threesome smut

This had been your destiny, your fate, ever since you’d turned five, to be wed to the crown prince Shoto, head of the high coven, on your eighteenth birthday. Despite trying to be open minded, and making the best of this situation, your ‘husband’, was making everything much, much hardere than it needed to be. And not in a good way. It had been months, and he’d barely said a word to you in all that time, despite the fact you shared a room, and slept in the same bed. Was it because he was a vampire, and didn’t see it fit to… be open with someone like you? A half breed demon with an affinity for poison? Maybe he thought you’d kill him. You never would, you were nice, despite your heritage despite what people would assume. You’d taken to wandering the castle since then, doing your own thing, even if it was rather lonely.

You’d never been to this part of the castle before, it wasn’t bad… but it left an odd feeling in your stomach, something you couldn’t quite place. There were paintings on the wall, colours bright and vibrant, but still… wrong. A door sat at the end of the hall, curiosity winning you over as you walked towards it, some strange pull urging you on. The bite on your neck tingled, the mark that proved you and Shoto were… bonded. Bonds were meant to have all sorts of things attached, magical things. None of that had happened to you, however, maybe there was something wrong with you? The door loomed, pulling you out of your thoughts because now your hand rested on the knob and it was hot. It creaked as you pushed it open, your eyes curious and darting around the room, only to land on-

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You covered your eyes, you didn’t know someone was in her, someone hot and shirtless!

“It’s okay doll, look all you like.” His voice was nice, nice enough that you lowered your hands to look at the man. He was tall, lanky, but that didn’t hide the fact he looked strong. And the… you didn’t know what to call them, scars? Only added to his image.

“What uh, happened?”

“Long story doll, but to cut it short? I stood up to a tyrant, and he didn’t like it one bit. You can call me Dabi.” He seemed to read your mind, leaning back against the wall and letting his eyes wander over your form. A blush spread through you at his gaze, you weren’t wearing much, just a small red dress that seemed far too inappropriate for the occasion.

“I’m uh, I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, so you’re the one married to my little brother, huh? How’s he been treating you?” Blue eyes burned into you, and you couldn’t stop the truth spilling out.

“Oh, fine… it’s just… he’s a tad cold. We haven’t really… clicked.” You shrugged, eyes downcast as you stared at the floor, missing the sympathy mixed with desire that flashed through Dabi’s eyes.

“”Yeah, that's Shoto for you, he’s never really been one for people.”

Dabi and you had grown… close over the months. You’d leave for his quarters early in the morning, and only returned to yours when you needed to sleep. You hadn’t let him… bite you… but things had happened, just kisses here and there, but enough to make you feel guilty. Shoto and you didn’t speak, but his eyes seemed to be on you more than before. You were walking back to your room, humming to yourself as you were lost in your thoughts, you’d be lying if you said they weren’t about Dabi. He was so nice, and attentived, alwasy listening and showering you in compliments and… you really did feel something for him.

“Where have you been?”

“Shoto?” Your eyes widened at your husband sitting on your bed, scowl fixed on his face.

I wish i could finish this lmao,,,, ;((((

Aight so they in an,,, established relationship,,, denki nd reader were together nd then both were like ooooh shinsoooooo,,,, reader was gettin flirted w but is uh,,,, a lil obliviousd,,,, they fuck,,, in the dorms,,, reader was like,,,, a lil stoned thanks to denki

Shinso class b nd denki nd reader r class A

Classes had been… even more exhausting than normal. You were excited to be graduating soon, of course! But damn, the teachers couldn’t go easy on you? Denki had been uh, dealing with the stress in his own way, which was smoking a lot of weed, you did join him from time to time, today being one of them, but hey, at least he liked your cooking? You’d collapsed on your bed as soon as you’d gotten to your room, too relieved to even wonder where your boyfriends were, they were usually here before you. Somehow managing to stand up, you changed into something more comfortable, brows slioghtly furrowed as your boyfriends still didn’t show. The door opened just as you were reaching for your phone, revealing a rather flushed Denki and oh.

“Sorry I took so long babe, Hitoshi got me first.” He grinned, making a beeline for you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You let the blonde lead you back to your bed, a giggle leaving you when the two of you fell onto the bed, Denki kissing along your neck in the way he knew you loved.

“Where is he now?” You pushed him off briefly, brows furrowed. You missed Hitoshi, Denki and you were in the same class, but Hitoshi was in 3-B, so you didn’t see him as much, something that bothered all of you.

“He’s coming, just had to pick something up.” Denki was more focused on kissing you, and you were happy to oblige now you knew Hitoshi was on his way.

You were on top of Denki by the time Hitoshi got back, Denki’s shirt and your hoodie were thrown somewhere on the floor, and his hands were on your ass.

“Glad you two are enjoying yourselves.” He leant back against the door, smirking as you tried to untangle yourself from Denki.

“Toshi! You’re finally- ah- here!” Denki didn’t let you go, arms wrapped tight around your waist to stop you moving.

#yandere x reader #bnha x reader #bnha yandere #denki x reader #yandere shoto x reader #yandere shinso x reader

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