#okay but silver would totally pop off

[hairmetal666]

Eddie thought inviting Steve to the Grammys would be fine, cool, no big deal. And it should be, but Steve is walking out of the suite's bedroom wearing a burgundy tuxedo that fits him like a fucking glove. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to let chest hair peak out, and Eddie thinks he might faint.

He's always been attracted to Steve, of course, but never let it go further than that. Like, sure, Steve was hot as fuck, and sure he was the best guy Eddie had ever met, and sometimes, yeah, he did have to force away thoughts of Steve when he jerked off, and in other circumstances he'd totally be head over heels. Just, Steve is straight, the straightest, a fucking arrow.

Eddie tears his eyes from Steve's body. "You look great, man." He slaps Steve's back. Keeping it cool; keeping it so cool.

"Psh," Steve says. "Have you looked in a mirror? Oh my god." His eyes are saucer wide as they travel down Eddie's body.

"Is it too much?" Eddie crosses his arms over his bare chest.

"Are you kidding? You're--fuck, man. You look good as hell."

He's wearing a silky burgundy shirt, open to show off the necklaces around his throat, his tattoos, the silver in his nipples. His pants are leather, tight, sitting low on his hips and putting the cut of his pelvic bone on full display. They have a lace-up closure that comes dangerously close to showing pube.

Heat rushes to his face at the compliment. "It's--you know. Hazard of the job."

"Yeah, hazard, sure. Guess it's a hard life having hot dudes literally throwing themselves at you."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "That's a vast exaggeration."

"Is it?"

He blushes harder. "You're my date tonight, Steve."

"My point exactly."

His manager and publicist usher them out the door before he can ask what the hell that meant.

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The ride is giddy and playful, Steve popping champagne to celebrate Eddie's nomination for Song of the Year, even though there's no chance in hell he wins.

Steve is happy. His face is bright with joy, eyes shining, laugh loud and infectious. He's gorgeous, knows it, will be an absolute menace on the red carpet. He's been with Eddie to parties and stuff before, doesn't have any anxiety in front of the camera and isn't obsessed with musicians like Eddie is, unafraid to meet them.

Or so Eddie thought.

Because now they're standing at the edge of the red carpet, Steve very nearly trembling next to him.

"Harrington?"

"That's--That's Madonna." Steve points to her. "We're not even ten feet away from Madonna." He gulps. "Eddie. Madonna."

Steve has met famous people before with Eddie. Ozzy, briefly, Janet Jackson, Dave Grohl, James Hetfield, and he'd always been fine. Barely batted an eye. But get him within reaching distance of Madonna and he falls apart.

Eddie doesn't think about it, grabs Steve's hand, twines their fingers together. "Okay?"

The smile Steve throws him, grateful and a little embarrassed, stabs straight through his heart. He calms as they make it up the carpet, but he doesn't drop Eddie's hand, even when they pause for pictures. In fact, he leans into it, drapes his arm around Eddie's shoulders, or around his waist, seeming to thrive the closer they are. Eddie feels this dangerous pull to indulge in it, to let himself believe it means something, and he doesn't quite have it in him to turn it off.

By the time they reach their seats, Steve is relaxed back to his normal charming and handsome self, doesn't bat an eye as Eddie introduces him around.

The show passes quickly with all the performances and Steve whispering jokes in his ear. It's the best time he's ever had at an award show, like he should have been bringing Steve along this whole time. He's so distracted that he's not really ready when Paula Abdul comes out to announce Song of the Year.

His name is read off as a nominee and Steve grabs his hand, squeezes tight. Eddie's heart flips in his chest. He's not paying attention when Paula opens the envelope, too focused on Steve's strong hand holding his. He hears her say, "And the Grammy goes to--" and everything goes fuzzy.

Steve is saying, "oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. Get up, get up."

And his fucking song is playing and everyone is cheering, a couple people slap his back, and oh shit, oh shit, he fucking won. He stands, Steve with him. He thinks they're going to hug, that's what you do in these situations, but Steve is kissing him. Not on the cheek and not a quick peck, but lip-to-lip, soft and sweet.

Steve just kissed him and he has to get on stage and give a speech. He has no idea what he says because Steve just kissed him. On the lips. On purpose. His ears are ringing and words tumble out of his mouth, thinks he says, "couldn't have done it without you, Stevie," before tripping over his feet to get backstage.

Interviews, photographs, congratulations all help him settle. He's still buzzing with the win, but aware enough now to think the kiss had to be an accident. They've been friends for nearly a decade and Steve never seemed interested in men generally or Eddie specifically.

It takes a while to finish up the backstage business, but when he makes it to his seat, Steve just beams at him. He doesn't mention the kiss, which makes Eddie think he's overreacting. It wasn't a big deal. Sure, he could still feel Steve's lips, warm and soft, against his own, but it didn't mean anything. He's just too in his big gay feelings to be objective.

They don't get a chance to really talk until they're back in the limo and on their way to the after-party.

"You won," Steve says.

"I won." Eddie smiles. "Crazy."

"You deserved it."

He shrugs. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't matter. You did." Steve fidgets with the cuff of his jacket. "About earlier, um. The kiss. I--"

Eddie feels his face heating, heart kicking up. It was nothing, he knows, and Steve shouldn't have to-- "It was an accident. It's okay. I know you don't--it was the heat of the moment and--I know you're not--you don't--"

Steve blinks a lot, emotions flashing across his face faster than Eddie can categorize.

"What if I do?" Steve asks. His voice is too soft, eyes locked on the cuff link he's fiddling with.

"You--what?"

"What if I did mean it?"

"You're straight."

Steve goes pink. "I'm really not."

"Steve?" He shrieks. "Since when?"

"Um. Since you invited me to this?"

"What the fuck?" Eddie shoves him. "What the fuck, man?"

"I know, I know!" Steve pulls his hand through his hair. "You invited me and I freaked out and I didn't know why, and Robin made the saddest little face at me. Said, 'oh, dingus, you didn't know?' How the fuck was I supposed to know!"

"I think you wanting to fuck me should've been a pretty good indication!"

"I thought that happened to everyone!"

"It doesn't!"

"That's what Robin said!"

They're both yelling.

"Jesus christ. Jesus christ," Eddie keeps repeating.

"Look, I get it if you don't want me too, dude. I know that's not how it works, but I've been pretty crazy about you without realizing it for a while now, so--"

He doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he laughs. Like, super loud. Like a donkey bray.

"Okay, can the driver let me out? Like, can I go? I can't--"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart." Steve's gotten up, like he's about to knock on the partition, but Eddie grabs his wrist. "Of course I want you back, you idiot, oh my god."

"Oh." Steve's ears are pink. "Oh. Well. That's good."

Eddie huffs. "Just good? I won a Grammy and the guy I've been pining over for years wants me back. I'm having the night of my life."

"Shut-up." Steve's smile is so big, his eyes so bright.

He raises an eyebrow. "Make me," he says in his lowest register, but he's truly not prepared for it when Steve clambers over to him and lowers himself to straddle Eddie's hips.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers. "Holy shit, Steve."

He give a wry little smile, eyes locked on Eddie's mouth. "Baby, can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Eddie clears his throat. "Yes, please, do that. Yeah."

Only, he doesn't. He's straddling Eddie, they're so close their breath mingles, and Steve's eyes flicker between Eddie's mouth and his eyes, lips so close to touching but not.

"C'mon, asshole," Eddie says.

"I knew you'd be a brat." He whispers. He wraps his hands into Eddie's hair. "Been dying to do this."

And then they're kissing. They're kissing and it steals all of Eddie's breath and his thoughts, and it's new but it's also like they've been kissing forever, like their lips and tongue know each other, like coming home.

He whines, high-pitched and breathy, and Steve laughs, kisses him deeper, moves closer, and Eddie feels how hard Steve is, the persistent pulse of him. And shit Eddie's close, on the brink just from this, from nothing, oh my god.

Steve's hands drift down Eddie's torso, mapping his chest and his stomach, coming to rest at the laces of his pants. "These have been driving me insane," Steve breaks the kiss to say. "Been thinking about undoing them all night."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that," Eddie groans.

"Why not?"

"Because--because," Eddie sputters but then Steve's lips are on his neck and he's rolling his hips for friction.

Steve's fingers find the laces again, trace against them. Eddie's legs fall open, arching into the touch. "We're going to be so late," he murmurs as Steve's fingers get to work.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #fluff #friends to lovers #famous eddie munson #regular guy steve harrington #feelings confession #oblivious steve harrington #the grand tradition of steve harrington not realizing he's bi #eddie falls first steve falls harder #eddie's so cool about it #grammy award winning eddie munson #vaguely inspired by lupita and joseph at the oscars #driver roll up the partition please #a little bit spicy

[samandcolbyownme]

TRIGGER WARNING: This one shot will contain mentions of a knife. If you are at all uncomfortable with that type of thing - PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER!

Summary: Anon request - "Jake smut with knife kink????"

Warnings: SMUT18+, KNIFE PLAY!, strong language, teasing, hair pulling, scratching, biting, dirty pet names, unprotected sex, begging, praising, use of a knife during sex, maybe some breeding kink, filth.

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

I will going off the 'trying every fast food fried chicken sandwich' video on Johnnie's channel, but I will be adding some stuff to make you fit into the story - but I did shorten it a lot to not make it as long. Enjoy !

You sat in the chair behind the camera as Jake and Johnnie prepared to start recording. You and Jake had plans to hang out, but he totally forgot he already had a date with Johnnie to rate chicken on a scale of one through five.

"Have you ever wanted a chicken sandwich-"Jake cuts Johnnie off, "yeah." Johnnie continues, "well now you can-"

Jake stares into the cameras trying not to laugh, "yes."

"Well today -"

Jake interrupts him again, " yep."

Johnnie says nothing else as he leans over and grabs, what looks to be the handle of a knife. You and Jake both stare at him as he struggles to open it. You watch as Jake closes his mouth and reaches over to take it from Johnnie's grasp.

In one swift flick, the silver blade pops through, revealing its sharpness. Johnnie raises his hands, "Okay. Okay. Take it easy."

You felt relieved that Jake was staring at Johnie while holding it because that gave you time to get your cheeks back to a normal color. That was one of the hottest things you've seen Jake do, even if it was just as simple as him opening that knife.

It still got your mind going and blood pumping a mile a minute.

Jake glances at you as he sets the open knife on the table and you smile at him, sitting up as he looks away because a nasty and dangerous, yet super sexy thought, sneaks its way into your mind.

You don't even know how Jake would react to what you just thought of, but you knew that you weren't going to stop thinking about it until you got an answer from him.

You pull yourself from your thoughts and wind up listening to a very strange, yet normal Jake and Johnnie, comment, "..and and we're gonna be putting lots of meat in our mouth and we're-"

Your weird look turns into quiet laughter behind your hand as you watch Jake's face change quickly into a caught off guard confused stare.

He blinks a few times and looks at you and just shakes his head as Johnnie continues to ramble on. Then, the conversation turns into dissecting frogs before Johnnie says something about his merch.

"I'm proud to be an Americas favorite lady.." Johnnie sings and you just stare, thinking about why you agreed to sit in on this when you knew it was going to be hard to be quiet.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Alright, the first one we're trying is- mm-blah- uh- fuck." Johnnie looks down and Jake points to him, "Ha. You stuttered this time. Ha, ha."

You watch as Jonnie stares at the table for a few seconds in silence before he reaches for the knife again, and your eyes instantly move to Jake.

Jake watches as Johnnie struggles again and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as Jake reaches over, waiting to watch his thumb slide up to open it once again.

"It's got a child lock on it." Jonnie says right before Jake takes it from him, popping the blade out of the top.

You don't know why, but you are so turned on by Jake opening the knife. You thought the first time was bad, but the more he does it, the more you feel like you can't breathe.

Jake closes the knife and hands it back to Johnnie, watching as he finally figures out how to open it. Jake raises his hand as he laughs, "Okay, okay. Now I'm scared."

Jake glances over at you and back to Johnnie, "Now I'm scared."

"Who stuttered what?" Johnnie asks in a funny voice and you can't help but laugh.

"Let me see that." Jake says and your eyes snap back to his hand that's reaching out for it, "Let me see that."

"Wait wait wait." Johnnie says and Jake drops his hand, "Come on. It's not a toy."

"Well it's real, it's dangerous, and illegal." Johnnie says and that just fuels the fire.

You watch as Jake takes the knife, laughing as he sets it down. You look up, eyes meeting his as he sets it down and you tilt your head with a smile.

He squints his eyes, picking up that there's something going on with you and you cross your leg over the other as you lean back against the wall.

He smirks slightly before going back to doing the video.

Every time Jake laughs, you smile because it's like you fall in love with him all over again, even the weird comments, you can't help but love him more.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You have your head resting on the wall, watching Jake do his reviews when all of a sudden your eyes go wide and your hand slaps over your mouth.

Jake looks at you, tilting his head before looking over his shoulder.

"Hello!" Johnnie, or as you call it, his alter ego, Timmy yells. Jake's eyes go wide and he snaps his head back to you, "Oh.. my god."

Jake covers his mouth as Johnnie walks up, grabbing the sandwich, "Chicken sandwiiiiich." He screams as he clings to it for dear life.

Jake's hand is still over his mouth, "Oh my god. No way."

Johnnie continues to scream before taking an obnoxiously loud bite. Your hand slowly moves off of your mouth as you try to contain in the laughter.

You were super turned on, ready for this video to be done, but now thanks to Timmy, you were no longer focused on Jake dragging a knife across your neck.

"Holy shit." Jake lays a hand on his chest and drags it down to drop it into his lap as Johnnie slowly walks up to him, "If I just sit still, he won't know I'm here."

Your eyes flick back and forth from him to Johnnie, "oh my god. This isn't real." You whisper into your hand, "Holy fuck."

It's quiet, all but the sound of Johnnie eating as he walks up to Jake. Jake's eyes are on you, fighting to not look at Johnnie.

Johnnie leans down, "Want eat?"

Jake laughs, "No." he turns his head to look at Johnnie, "Get back." Johnnie moves back and yells something that's muffled by the food in his mouth before touchdown slamming the sandwich onto the floor.

Jake's mouth drops as he leans over, looking at you for help. You shrug, "I don't know what you want me to do. We just have to.. wait it out."

Johnnie leaves the room and you sit there staring at Jake, "What the fuck was that?" You watch as his fingers drag on the table against the knife and he looks up at you, "I'm going to stab him."

You laugh slightly, "Oh my g- Jake. No you're not going to stab him. He can't help it." You hold back your laughter as Johnnie walks back into the room.

And that feeling you had before returns, all it took was for him to touch the knife.

"Anyways." Johnnie says walking back into the room, like nothing even happened.

Which makes it a lot funnier.

You lean back against the wall, falling back into your thoughts after Johnnie's little Timmy outburst.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Johnnie picks up a hammer, holding it up and Jake quickly picks up the knife, giving you a quick glance. 

You bite down on your lip, watching as he brings it up and opens it with no trouble.

You wanted him. And you wanted him to play with it, press it up against your neck.

Drag it down your body.

You wanted him to tease you with it.

Do whatever he wanted to you with it.

You never thought you'd bring a knife into sexual pleasure, but hey. Things can change, right?

A short time later, they wrap up the video and Jake stands up, "I hope you know you're cleaning this up yourself."

"What? Why?" Johnnie groans with a laugh, "No, don't answer that. I had an outburst didn't I?" He hangs his head and sighs loudly.

"I swear to god you're schizophrenic." Jake shakes his head and turns to face you, "Ready to hang out?" You nod, "Yeah, but first.." you lean around him and grab the knife off the table, "Close this for me."

He gives you a confused look but complies, taking the knife from your hand, closing it with ease, "Can I as-"

You cut him off, "Not here."

He tilts his head, "You're being weird."

You roll your eyes, "If anyone's weird here it's-"

Johnnie lets out a random scream and Jake spins you around, "Let's get out of here before he sees us." He pushes you forward and you walk out laughing.

Jake lays his arm over your shoulder, "So are you going to tell me what's brewin' in that noggin of yours.. or do I have to guess?"

You bite your lip, resting your head back onto his arm, "I mean, you can guess."

"Does it involve sexy time?" He wiggles his brows and you laugh, "that's not a guess, but yes, babe."

He pushes open his door and walks you in, turning around to close it.

"Okay. I'm just.." you sigh, looking up at him, "I'm just going to say it because it's a pretty.. wild request."

He holds up the closed knife in his hand, "It doesn't have anything to do with this.." he dangles the knife in his fingers, "..does it?"

You bite your lip, locking your hands together behind your back, "I told you it was a wild request."

He purses his lips together, eyes moving to the object in his hand, "You.." he laughs slightly, looking back to you, "You want me.." he points to the knife, "To do.. what exactly?"

"I'm not asking you to stab me, Jake. Just.." you walk up and take the knife from his hand. You try to get it open, "there really is a child lock on this isn't there."

Jake smirks and takes the knife from your hand, holding it up between your bodies and he flicks it open.

Your eyebrows raise and you bite your lip, "Uh huh." You nod, "You are so hot when you do that."

He smirks, looking away and back to you with a smile, "Oh shucks." He raises his shoulders and tilts his head all cute.

You move closer to him, wrapping your hand around his wrist, "I just.." your eyes move from the knife in his hand, up to his eyes, "I want you to, I don't know, intimidate me with it.. tease me with it."

"Isn't.. this a little bit dangerous?" He stares down at you and you shrug with a slight smile, "I mean, yes it's dangerous." You grab his shirt and move closer to him, "But that's what makes it fun right?"

A smirk toys with his lips as he brushes hair from your face, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I trust you." You tilt your head back, "We don't have to if-"

The sudden gentle graze of the blade across your cheek shuts you up instantly.

Jake's eyes bounce from your eyes to the knife resting on your cheek, "You know.. you have such an angel face." He bites his bottom lip, "But these thoughts you have, baby.. they're the devils thoughts."

He bends down, quickly lifting you up. Your legs circle his waist and you look down at him, "Only for you, baby."

He smirks, "I sure hope so."

He walks you over to his bed, moving his hand with the knife before letting you fall backwards onto the bed, "What do you want me to do?"

You lean up onto your elbows, "You're holding the knife, babe. You're in control."

"Oh shit. Okay." He laughs slightly and twirls it in his fingers, "if I see blood." He points the blade towards you, "I'm stopping."

"Deal." You smile and lay back, watching as he moves in between your knees after taking off his shirt. He drops his hand, dragging the point of the blade gently down your fishnet covered thigh.

He reaches up to undo your jean shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs until they're off and dropped to the floor.

You watch as he picks up the knife, slipping the sharp side of the blade against each thin piece of fishnet, cutting all the way up to your hip.

He moves to the other side, "I hope you didn't like these."

"I have more." You glance up at him, biting your lip as you feel the loose fabric sliding off your legs. He moves up, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

"How do you-" you reach over, pulling his hand with the knife over, "Just.. like. This." You lay the blade against your neck, "Just enough pressure for me to feel it."

"You're fucking crazy." He smirks and you tilt your head back, "You love it."

"I love you." He pulls the knife away, crashing his lips into yours. Your lips move in sync as his hand slips under your shirt, a small moan slipping from your lips as his fingers twist and pull at your nipple.

"Please don't tease." You whimper out.

He sits up and pushes your shirt up. He reaches over picking up the knife and dragging it down your torso, "I thought that's what you wanted?"

You fight back a smirk, knowing he's right, "Mhm."

He smirks, slipping it into the thick band of the fishnets, "Thought so."

With a swift swipe up, the band splits. He finishes cutting the fishnets and pushes the loose pieces away.

He spreads your legs more and you bite your lip as you feel the blade rest against your clothed pussy. Your eyes lock onto his and he drags it down, "Jake.."

Your words are barely audible, "P-please."

Your adrenaline was pumping. Any second that blade could puncture your skin, but the amount of trust you have for Jake, especially when it comes to you, make it even better.

"Please what, baby?" He drags the knife gently down the inside of your thigh, "Where do you want it?"

"Anywhere.." You breathe out, "I just.." you whimper as he presses the flat side against your clit, tapping a few times. He tilts his head, continuing to tap, "You just what, baby?"

"I need you." You move your hips slightly, "Please."

He leans down, kissing up your torso, "Fine." He rolls over, sitting his back against the headboard, "But you're ridin'."

You sit up, slipping your shirt up over your head, "okay." You smirk at him, kicking off the torn fishnets before moving up to straddle him.

He reaches behind you, making sure to gently drag the blade down your spine. You arch your back slowly, pushing your chest out and he kisses in between your boobs.

"You are so fucking hot." His other hand moves to grip your ass, squeezing before sliding it around to pull the band of your panties outward.

He drags the knife over your hip before slicing the band of your panties. You watch as he moves to the other side, cutting it and letting it fall between your legs.

He looks your body up and down and slides his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck before pulling you in for a kiss.

Your hands move to the sides of his neck as you grind down on him, earning a low groan.

Your hands slide down, undoing his jeans before moving off of him so he can kick them off. He moves his boxers down and pulls you back over, "I hope you know, I love watching you ride me."

He spits into his hand, moving it down to rub the outside of your pussy. You moan, gripping his shoulders as his fingers move to rub circles on your clit, "Fuck."

He moves his hand to hold his cock steady, "go ahead babe."

You let out a loud moan, clenching around him as you sink down onto him. Your moan is cut short by a gasp from the knife against your neck.

"Why didn't I think of this?" Jake groans as you slowly move up and down, "This is fucking.." he groans, eyes gawking at the knife pressing against your skin, "Do you like it?"

You moan out, "Yes, yes."

"Tell me what you like, babe." Jake moves his hips upward and you sigh, "I love how you hold this knife against my skin."

"You look so fucking hot." He drags the knife down your neck and over your boob. He moves with your motions, pressing it a little harder into your skin.

You let out an excited whimper as you dig your nails into his shoulders, biting your lip as you roll your hips into his, "Jake.." you moan out, "You feel so good." 

He tilts his head back and you act quick, taking the knife from his hand and pressing it against his neck. His eyes widen slightly as his hands move to grip both of  your hips, "Fuck." He swallows, keeping his jaw up, "You're such a demon." 

You giggle slightly, a moan following quick as you sink all the way down, letting his cock rest inside of you, "You're so hot." You lean in, pressing your lips to his as you gently drag the knife down his skin. You replace the blade with your lips, sucks a mark into his skin which earns a low groan from his lips. 

He slides his hands up to the front of your shoulders, pushing you back as he leans forward. He pins your wrist down by your head before he starts thrusting into you, "Fucking shit." 

You arch your back, moaning loudly as your legs tighten over his thighs, "J-Jake." You gasp, "So c-close." 

He slips his hand up, taking the knife back into his possession. He leans down, holding up his weight on his forearm as he drags the knife down the side of your torso, "Cum for me." 

Your breathing shutters as the knife grazes over your skin. Your eyes roll back as you tilt your head back, whining loudly as he kisses down your neck, biting and nipping at your skin. He proceeded to give you a matching hicky, groaning lowly as he feels you tense around him. 

You let out a loud moan, digging your nails into his back as you cum. His thrusts slow down as he guides you through your high and then come to a stop, "Hands and knees baby." 

Jake pulls out, sitting all the way up to watch you lazily roll over. He lays a hand on your hip, biting his lip as his eyes gaze down to your soaked pussy on display, "You're so fucking wet." He brings the knife up, dragging it down over your ass and tapping it gently against your pussy. 

You gasp, trying not to move. Your fingers ball up the comforter underneath you, whimpering as you grow more impatient for him to be inside of you again.

"Please.. you whimper out, "Jake.." your words are breathless and Jake loves it. 

"Please what?" He moves the knife up, dragging it down over your other cheek. 

You sigh, "I need you." 

He rises up to lean down, pressing his lips against your shoulder, "I want to cum in you so bad. Fill you up completely." He groans at his own words, "Fuck, you would look so sexy pregnant." 

Jake has never said anything like that before. You guys were always careful, you didn't think he was thinking about anything like that. 

"W-what?" You ask, making sure you heard him correctly. 

"You heard me." He leans up, dragging the knife down your spine as he moves his hips to rub the tip of his cock against your pussy, "Would you like that?" 

You push your hips back, biting your lip as you try and think, but your mind is so scrambled right now, "I-I-" you gasp as he thrusts into you, knife pressing into your skin, "Yes." 

"Yes what, y/n?" Jake reaches up, gathering your loose hair into his hand, "want me to cum in that pretty pussy of yours?" 

You nod against the hold he has on your hair, letting out a whine when he pulls harder, "Fuck, yes. Yes. Yes!" 

Jake bites his lip harder as he starts thrusting, groaning as he watches you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

He drops the knife, moving his now free hand to grip your ass, "That's it."

He lets go of your hair, moving it back to lay on your hip, fingertips digging hard into your skin, “Fuck, I’m so fucking close baby.”

You moan in response, moving your hips up and down repeatedly until he grabs them, pulling you fully down onto him as he pushes all the way in.

You squeeze his cock, moaning as you feel him coating the inside of your pussy white.

“Fuck.” He sighs, “That was surprisingly fun.”

You laugh as you lay down on his bed, “It was.” You look back at him, watching as he picks the knife up to close it.

“Open it, again.” You bite your lip as you watch him smirk, switching the blade open, “Wanna see me do it again?” He jokes, but you nod, “I could watch you do it all day.”

“Really?” He asks with a laugh, “What’s so hot about it?”

You sit up, “Just you.. and that knife.. it just.. gets me going.” He moves to stand in front of you, resting the blade under your chin, “You know I can’t let Johnnie touch this again, right?”

“I would hope not.” You smile and lick your lips, “That would be kinda weird now that it’s been on .. places.”

Jake laughs and closes the knife, “Yeah, that’s going to the dresser drawer with its new friends.” He walks over, opening the drawer that you store all of your other sex toys in.

You shake your head, “I’m stealing a shirt.”

“Yeah, take whatever you want babe.” Jake smiles at you as he shuts the drawer. As you go through his closet, there’s a knock on the door, “Jake, where’s your knife? I want to practice opening it. I can beat that fucking child lock.”

You and Jake lock eyes and it’s instant laughter.

Johnnie is silent for a few moments, “You didn’t have to laugh at me, holy shit.”

“Sorry Johnnie.. that knife is out of commission.” Jake yells as he tries not to laugh.

“Aw, did you break it? Stupid fuck.” Johnnie yells and Jake sighs, “You’re the stupid fuck, but yeah I guess I broke it.”

Jake looks at you, shaking his head as he smirks.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I know this was long awaited, so I thank you for being patient and for reading. I hope you enjoyed 🖤

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#samandcolby-ownme #trigger warning #knife play #knife warning #Jake Webber #Jake Webber one shot #Jake Webber one shot smut #Jake Webber smut #jake webber x reader #jake webber x reader smut #Jake Webber dirty one shot #Jake Webber smut one shot #dirty Jake Webber one shot #smut Jake Webber #jake webber dirty #smut one shot #dirty one shot #Jake Webber x reader smut one shot #Jake Webber x you #against my skin #one shot original

[erenspussy420]

Twst Guys that will totally let you use them as a 🍆🍆

MDNI +18 ONLY. NSFW

Every character is depicted as 18+

Fem Reader

I do not accept criticism, this is just pure brainrot ok. This list is in no particular order. Edit: Link for part 2 is below

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/erenspussy420/690619745318436864?source=share

1: Ruggie Bucchi:

 HEAR ME OUT OK, like ugh like Ruggie said his home is run by the matriarchy and like male hyenas  are more submissive ok. And listen, Ruggie is more than happy to let you take control. More than damn ready to let you use him like a dildo. You should see him whine with a fucked out expression as you bounce on his dick. His pleas coming out as you use him like your own personal fuck toy. Remember to treat him well after ok! Yeah it’s nice being your dildo, but remember he’s still your boyfriend so after care and some snacks, bring him some donuts ok he deserves it, for him is a must. Other than that ride him as much as you want. Fuck, take him under the tree’s where no one can see you, just not at the gardens ok, Leona doesn’t need to hear you two fuck ok, he needs that job. He’s ready when you need him, kiss him gently, before you unbutton his pants, and taking his dick in your mouth.

2: Deuce Spade:

 PLEASE LISTEN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. Okay gotta calm down, I brain rot for Deuce for obvious reasons. He’s so damn sweet I wanna give him the world. He’s trying his best for you and willing to do anything to make you happy with him. His face absolutely explodes red when you tell him you wanna use him as a dildo, he’s gonna faint ok, you gotta wake him up and make sure he doesn’t faint again at the idea. He’ll totally let you use him, if he’s gonna be honest he has thought about it. So with shaking hands, he tries so hard not to touch you like you told him, the sheets under his hands are getting permanently warped as you play with his dick. You hands rubbing his slit, the other playing with his balls, aw fuck. He’s trying so hard not buck,”P-Prefect-,” “My dildo can’t talk.” Just a warning, Deuce will at some point snap and fuck you into the sheets, but who doesn’t love a self thrusting dildo?

3. Kalim al Asim:

Okay do you even need me to explain this? He’s sunshine, he’s so open with you. Hell he probably suggested it to you even! And honestly you’re down for it. Even asked just to make sure, which Kalim is more than happy to do for you. Poor Jamil he’s probably gonna have to listen to Kalim ask this during a private dinner and he’s dead inside. Kalim has his bed ready for you, he pulled out the even nicer silk bed sheets for you, extra pillows just in case you wanna rest, trays of food and bottles of water, which you tell him you won’t need as he’s gonna make sure you aren’t thirsty 👅. Kalim isn’t a quiet person far from it, oh man the noises he makes as your sucking him dry, pulling your lips off his dick making a lewd pop as your lips let go of his head. “Oh this dildo is so good in my mouth,” licking the head with a teasing grin. He’s whining,”Wait, Prefect!” You pat his thighs reminding him that dildo’s can’t talk, and how you want to make sure you dildo is ready to be in your pussy. That has Kalim trying his best, but Kalim still lets out moans of pleasure as you guide his head in you. Then you grinding on him, “Oh what a good dildo in me” and he’s praising you for being so good to a dildo like him. Kalim is too good for us.

4.Silver. 

I can’t even make words why for him. He totally can for you, I just feel it. He’s a real sweet man, too good for us. He does his best to stay awake for you especially during intimate times. And if he’s going to be honest he has had some...interesting dreams of waking up to you riding him, using him like a dildo with cum dripping down your thighs, and it’s been in his mind so much you even had to snap him out of it. He’s not gonna say it, he doesn’t want to disrespect you, which btw I would let him degrade me, Lilia raised this guy with a gallon of respecting women juice, so you’re gonna have to pull it out of him. And oh it was a very interesting convo between you two, you both decided to try it by having him come to your dorm to sleep instead of Diasomnia, where anyone can walk in. So with his permission, you make Silver’s dream cum true. Silver’s dick in you’re shaking hands as you shimmer off his boxers, he must have been having a nice dream cause his dick is getting hard, the bead of pre-cum is so pretty like a pearl. And so you take your new dildo, stroking it, sucking his head groaning as you feel it pulse in your mouth. You loved playing with it so much, you don’t even notice Silver beginning to wake up, your pussy is wet and aching to have your dildo in you, that you’re already scrambling over him, taking the hard cock into your warm folds and start riding to relieve the ache of want of him in you. Silver’s panting, wide awake, hips snapping up. Yeah, dreams really do come true. 

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twst deuce #deuce spade x reader #deuce x reader #reader insert #twst kalim x reader #twst kalim #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst silver #twst silver x reader #mdni #+18 only #brainrotting

[gabessquishytum]

Our favorite wet cat divorced Dad needs a roommate to keep his house. The person would have to be okay with ravens and art binges and Orpheus's occasional visits.

He interviews a bunch of people, but the only one he can tolerate even a little is Hob Gadling. Hob is a student, but has a part time job that he could work from his room - Dream thinks it's some kind of internet video gig. Well, Dream works out of his studio in the house, so Hob's job should be fine.

Hob has an onlyfans as his side hustle, and he can do it easliy in his new room and his DILF roommate totally gives Hob fodder for his fantasies (and monetized content). And it's easy enough for him to not shoot content for his channel when his roommate's son is visiting.

Shenanigans!!! Roommate Shenanigans!!!! With DILF dad!Dream and totally into it (but a sex worker with feelings and dreams)!Hob.

Anon, this is incredible. Useless dilf Dream. Onlyfans Hob. All of my favourite things!!!

Just imagine when Orpheus comes to visit his dad for the first time after Hob moves in. Hob answers the front door and Orpheus turns bright pink - he knows Hob. Hob is the star of his incognito tab teen fantasies. How can sexy, confident, hot Hob be his lame dad's new roommate?? Wait - are they boyfriends?!

Dream immediately gains a million points in Orpheus's estimation for somehow bagging such a cool hot boyfriend. And Hob is so hospitable to Orpheus! He's the one who makes dinner, talks about music and chill stuff while Dream hovvers awkwardly on the sidelines. By the end of the evening Orpheus is fully convinced, and congratulates his father on picking such a great "roommate" - He says that part in air quotes. Dream is just like "Thank you???" (Confused, but glad his son approves).

Meanwhile Hob is having detailed fantasies about how one day he might actually get to be Dream’s lil domestic house husband. He's so totally whipped for the sad dad, its a bit pathetic. He even starts talking about Dream on stream (Orpheus is forced to unsubscribe at this point. Its just... gross for him now). About how sexy he is, how Hob just wants to bounce on his cock all day and kiss the silver in his hair... of course all his horny (older) viewers love this new content and Hob gains popularity as a "dilf lover".

How does Dream find out about all this? Well, even sad dads have needs. And Dream has sworn off jerking it to the thought of his beautiful, sexy roommate. So he goes to the next best thing: porn. Specifically porn with younger men thirsting over older men. He's... deep in his fantasy, okay?

Guess who pops up at the top of his search list?

Dream watches approximately 30 seconds of the video before pouncing through Hob’s bedroom door and kissing him senseless. He pulls back, mildly embarrassed, only for Hob to growl and climb into his lap to kiss him again. He's finally got Dream; he won't be letting go.

Next time Orpheus comes over, Dream properly introduces Hob as his boyfriend. They're sooooo into each other it's actually embarrassing - Dream won't shut up about how great Hob is doing in his studies, and Hob won't stop looking at him with gooey eyes. It's kinda cute, mostly gross.

And Orpheus will forever have to live... knowing that he's seen his future stepdad very, very naked. Yikes.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[owl127]

So I was at this women’s basketball game—it being March Madness and all—and this player that I find really really cute (she actually kinda looks like Lexa), wasn’t warming up. When the game started she went through the tunnel and back into the locker room which is kinda weird because even if you’re injured normally you still sit on the bench. But at halftime she came out and I noticed she had earplugs in and after a little Google I found out she has a concussion so she was probably in the locker room because it was too loud on the court. The rest of the game I was thinking about how someone could totally write a fanfic where Lexa is on a sports team, gets hurt, is sad she has to sit out, but has a little mid game locker room rendezvous to cheer her up and give her a thrill. Would you please please pleaseee be that someone?

Lexa’s ears itched to remove her headphones, but the shadow of a headache had started behind her eyes, so she let the noise canceling headphones do its magic. She walked behind the starting team and watched with a frown the pile of windbreakers grow at her feet on the bench while she remained covered. She fiddled with the dark red zipper, the squeaking of rubber against shiny vinyl grounding her while the visiting team entered the arena. Lexa looked away, her eyes darting at the faceless crowd of silver and maroon. The muffled noise of the fans, something she looked forward to at each game, mounted on the pain growing between her eyes. The blinking lights of the stadium did not help with the building dizziness, but she forced a smile as she waved back at a bundle of little girls with signs with her name shining in bright silver glitter.

Lexa Woods.

She bit her lips at the thought of disappointing little girls.

On the other side of the court, the away team warmed up. Lexa looked for a familiar blonde braid, but they were in a huddle, and the amount of blonde heads was borderline offensive for basketball.

“Oi!” A ball came in her direction and Lexa held the pass in pure reflex, but that didn’t stop her frowning at Anya. “You look miserable. Smile for the cameras. It’s the fucking final fours, Lex.”

Their team captain’s shouted words were not as encouraging as Anya thought, and Lexa threw the ball back on the court.

“I’ll be out of here in a minute,” Lexa said and pointed to her headphones. “These are not working as expected.”

A rare sight of kindness flashed over Anya’s face, but it was gone just as fast. She sat next to Lexa, her mouth close to Lexa’s covered ears. “We’re here because of you. No one doubts that. We’ll win this so you can crush it at the final.”

Lexa bit her lip. They needed to win, and her concussion needed to be fully recovered for that to happen, and none of that was a guarantee. She nodded, and the movement didn’t help with her growing headache.

“I’m going back in,” she excused herself, standing up. Anya’s face softened, nodding.

“Your head okay?” Anya asked at the same time a wave of nausea hit Lexa.

Lexa moved her palm in a so-so pattern, and before their couch yelled at her, she backtracked her steps into their home locker room. She didn’t look up at the calls for her name while ducking into the tunnel, focused on escaping the noise.

The locker room was messy, with open bags and unfolded clothes littering the floor. The smell of bleach and foot powder was familiar, with a hint of synthetic eucalyptus from the shower row. Lexa finally took off the headphones, her ears popping in relief. Layers of concrete and tile protected her from the loud crowd, and Lexa closed her eyes. 

She could have made history tonight. Instead, because of a single nasty call at her last game, she cannot even watch from the bench.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her lips trembling in frustration. She wanted to punch something.

“I know, right?”

Lexa’s neck turned at the voice, her vision blurring for a second as she focused.

She must be hallucinating, because in front of her was Clarke Griffin, point guard of the Arkadia Comets, and the usual pain in Lexa’s ass whenever they played. But why was she here and not on court? Her brain finally caught up with the full image and she noticed the clutches under Clarke’s arms and how her left foot didn’t touch the floor.

“I watched your last game.” Clarke’s dimples showed at a half smile. “I’m surprised you made it to the game tonight,” Clarke said as she sat heavily next to Lexa with a long sigh and the clacks of her crutches against the wooden bench. Her hands immediately massaged her injured thigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“There are stairs to the visitors’ locker room, and I really needed to pee. Can you believe they built this building for like, healthy people? There are stairs everywhere.” 

“I meant…” Lexa pointed at Clarke’s whole deal, and differently from Lexa, the other player didn’t wear a uniform or a windbreaker, just a hoodie with her university’s colors.

“Pulled muscle. Bad enough to knock me out. I didn’t want the sponsors to see me with the crutches.” Clarke nodded in the direction of the plastic supports. Lexa noticed a bright blue athletic tape poking out from Clarke’s joggers all the way to her lower abs visible under the hoodie. Her cheeks flushed, and when she looked up, Clarke smirked at her.

“How did it happen?” Lexa cleared her throat, ignoring the way blue eyes went up and down her body.

“Not as hilariously as the block that took you down,” Clarke said with a shit-eating grin that Lexa wanted to wipe off.

“That was a fault!”

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.”

That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.”

“Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

And there she was. Griffin always played the mind game to destabilize Lexa. Whispers on the court, faces from the bench; Lexa hated it. She also felt a little joy in it, but ultimately, Clarke Griffin was a distraction.

“I’m sorry you’re missing the game, too,” Lexa said, unsure if her face showed her reaction to Clarke’s comment. By the way Clarke lounged on the bench and shifted closer, Lexa must have blushed.

“It was a good run,” Clarke said.

“You don’t think you can win?” 

Clarke snorted. “Do you?”

“I trust my teammates,” Lexa said and crossed her arms. If Griffin didn’t have any loyalty to her team, that was her problem.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling—” the thin hairs on Lexa’s neck bristled at the pet name — “I love those bitches. But I dragged a bunch of future dentists and teachers to two final fours. You have other girls making draft picks in your team while I average astonishing zero bench points every game.”

“But you’ll be the first draft pick.” The truth rolled out easily on Lexa’s tongue, and she suppressed the bite of jealousy at the thought. 

“And you’ll be second, unless they go insane.”

And here they were, top two draft picks dusting in the locker room while the semi-final roared above them.

Lexa shrugged, running a hand over her loose hair. Her usual braid or ponytail was a no-go with her headache, and her hair kept falling into her eyes. “If I get top four, I’ll be happy.”

“You will.” There was certainty in Clarke’s voice. “We are one of the lucky ones.”

“I know.” There was no hiding the struggle of women’s basketball. Sure, the league had promise and potential, but it was a shadow of the sponsorship and compensation of the men’s league. With limited teams, getting a spot as a professional was already an achievement.

“So, can you help me back to my locker room, princess?” Clarke asked, pointing to her crutches. Heat rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she crossed her arms.

“Why are you always like this?”

Clarke, halfway to standing, sat back down on the bench. “Like what?”

“Why are you so, so…” Lexa searched for a word, but unwelcomed suggestions jumped to the front of her mind like “hot” and “sexy”, and she ended up going with, “infuriating! Why do you flirt with other players only to mess with their game?”

Clarke huffed, an unusual pink dusting her cheeks. “I don’t flirt with other players.”

“You’ve been pretending to flirt with me in every game for a year!” Lexa didn’t know she needed to vent about something tonight, but Clarke gave her the opening she needed.

“Wait, wait,” Clarke said, raising her hands in surrender. “One, I don’t do that to other players. Two, I mostly do it with you because I know it won’t affect your game. I need to have something against your resolve, and flirting with a straight girl is harmless enough. Besides, you’re hot, Lex. Wow, why don’t you react like this on the court?”

Lexa’s cheeks burned, and she rolled her eyes. Once she stepped on the court, nothing else mattered and Lexa would be hyper-focused on the game. But tonight, not being under the spotlight and off her game, Lexa was not immune to Griffin’s tongue. Compliments—Griffin’s compliments! She needed to change this line of thought.

“What on earth have I done for you to think I’m straight?” Maybe that wasn’t the correct shift in the conversation. Clarke lit up like a Christmas tree, her mouth opening for a second, then closing again, settling on a half smile.

“You never reacted to me before.” Clarke’s voice was a full octave lower, and Lexa might be in trouble. Lexa swallowed and fidgeted with her jacket zipper. “And maybe, yeah, I’ve been flirting with you not only because of the games,” Clarke confessed, the heat in her cheeks darkening.

Was Clarke flirting with her again?

“I was kind of hoping you’d be able to play tonight,” Clarke continued, “so I could watch you all night instead.”

Yes, that was flirting, Lexa’s concussed brain detected. She didn’t move as Clarke shuffled closer, their thighs touching.

“I tried to find you early on, but all your teammates were wearing braids,” Lexa said. At 21, Lexa should have a better control of her mouth, but alas, there she was confessing her charms to her rival.

“They wanted to show me support.” Clarke’s voice was close, and closer still as she said, “So you were looking for me?” But the expected grin or tease was not behind her words. Lexa gathered the rest of her courage and chanced a glance at the fellow point guard, finding nothing but… admiration?

Kiss her, Lexa’s obviously concussed brain offered, and Lexa’s heart race in adrenaline as she ignored the thought.

“You’re the best player,” Lexa reasoned, swallowing as Clarke invaded her personal space. “Of course I look for you on the court.”

“Well,” Clarke said, and her hand, a tad larger than Lexa’s, reached for Lexa’s own. “I look for you outside of the court, too. I watched the video on your channel about your work against bullying in your town’s high school. That was inspiring.”

Lexa’s heart swelled with something akin to fondness, but she blamed that on the concussion. “Thank you.” Lexa whispered, the moment asking for softness.

“You, Lexa Woods”—Clarke’s large hand closed around Lexa’s, warm and steady—“You are inspiring.”

It wasn’t every day that the league MVP said she was inspiring.

Kiss, kiss, her brain supplied.

Lexa didn’t have to wait for her body to listen to her brain. Clarke was MVP for many reasons, and not hesitating was one of them.

The kiss was soft and warm, and Clarke’s hand tugged lightly at Lexa’s neck. For the first time that day, Lexa breathed easily. It lasted a moment, as Clarke showed to be dexterous with her tongue, and then Lexa was breathless.

“My team will be here at half-time,” Lexa whispered when Clarke finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to kiss me again?”

Lexa wished she could say no to that smile, but she was learning that denying that smile was harder than to block Clarke’s 3 pointers.

“It means we can’t do it here,” Lexa said.

“I’m staying in town for an orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning. You could always stop by my hotel later tonight.” Clarke reached for her clutches and stood. 

“My team will want me around after the game.”

Clarke smiled, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather be in a noisy bar with your team celebrating, or watching the British Bake Off with me while making out on a king bed?”

Lexa’s cheeks warmed. “The British Bake Off?”

Clarke made her way out of the locker room, slow and steady. “We can watch it on mute, which helps with your headache, and watching it always makes me… hungry.” Clarke delivered the last word over her shoulders, licking her lips for extra dramatic effect. Lexa felt her face heating as Clarke limped out of the room.

Hours later, Lexa’s team had gained their place at the final. Her headache was under control, and her utmost satisfaction had nothing to do with the chocolate cake they ordered from the 24h hotel service.

#a couple weeks late but here it is #loved this prompt #drabble #drabbles #the 100 #clexa #lexa the 100 #clarke the 100 #why not make out with chocolate cake watching the british bake off? #sounds reasonable #clarke is a cocky little shit because why not

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt 14.

Pt.1 pt.13 Ao3

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Jason had alot on his mind.

For starters, apparently his boyfriend had a kid, which, great! She seemed awesome and that was totally okay. But then there were the concerning things he had overheard from the phone call. Like the bit about cloning, which would make Dani- well at least it was somewhat better than the alternative. Suffice to say, he and Danny had alot to talk about later.

All this had led to the very strong urge to find this 'Vlad' character and shoot him where it hurt. (Well it would probably hurt no matter where he shot him but the point still stands.)

Luckily, Jason didn't have to spend long trying to hide this fury before getting an alert from Oracle about some super-powered lunatic tearing up the upper east side. Now that usually wouldn't be his problem, but beating up bad guys is, shockingly, a really good stress relief, so he took the out.

Hopefully Danny didn't take him leaving so suddenly the wrong way.

Unfortunately, Jason didn't really have the mental bandwidth to actually think all these thoughts while also getting shot at by a green floating maniac.

"Oracle, please tell me you have something on this guy, I'm almost out of tricks," he yelled, not waiting to watch the round he unloaded sail right through the guy, before diving behind a half melted car.

"Tt, you may be out of tricks, Todd, but I am not," Robin called as he vaulted over Hood's makeshift shelter. Giving him a satisfying view when seconds later he sailed back overhead and crashed into a storefront, as a chorus of, "Names, Robin," crackled over the intercomm.

"Lucky shot," he grumbled, stumbling over to Jason who had to stifle a laugh at how the kid's face was scrunched up in annoyance. "Not a word. Oracle?"

"Sorry boys, nothing yet. I'll keep trying but all I'm hitting are dead ends."

Robin scrunched up his nose and sighed in annoyance, "So what's the plan then?" He asked.

Hood was about to snap back that 'how should he know' when someone else spoke.

"The plan is: you focus on getting civilians out of the way while we take out big, mean, and corrosive over there." Okay, Red Hood would never admit that he jumped, but to be fair, Robin did too. The voice had come from directly over his shoulder and no one should be able to sneak up on two trained vigilantes that easily. Especially not Damian.

They turned in unison to find two floating teenagers, no more than 17 and 13 each, with floating white hair, and green, green eyes. They were nearly identical, all the way down to the black and silver jumpsuits emblazoned with a flaming D insignia, or were they p's? It was hard to tell.

They were clearly heros of a sort, but Jason didn't recognize them so they were either really small time and in Gotham for a visit, or they chose the wrong city to jumpstart their heroing careers.

"Why are you dressed like a traffic light?" The younger one asked, blowing and popping a blindingly pink bubble as she floated closer to Robin, "I thought the bats were supposed to be discreet."

"That's none of your business," demon Brat growled, "Touch me and you're dead." The girl's hand paused, halfway outstretched toward Robin's cape. She didn't back off, though, until he pulled a birdarang.

"Woah there," she said, holding up her hands and floating backwards as if to calm him, "You're a little late on the dead part, but let's go easy on the knives, eh?"

The guy, now standing next to Hood as he watched the scene play out, snickered.

Robin scowled, "Who are you?"

The guy beamed and raised his hand like he was waiting to be called on in class. "Ooh! I know this one! Uh, hi, my name's Phantom," he gestured grandly to himself and, grinning, took a small bow, and that's Stray," he continued, "We are ghosts, like you, but we're here to help with that." He finished off the whole thing by pointing at the guy stomping around the streets and shooting acid.

The little one- Stray- nodded and popped another bubble. "Yeah, basically, our job is to beat up the ghosts who escape the zone and cause mayhem. We're just cool like that. But don't worry, y'all aren't causing to many issues so you're good."

"We are alot more expirienced than you though, so you guys should just stick to evacuation while we take care of the combat part," Phantom added as he flipped a -was that a soup thermos?- in the air.

Somehow Robin's frown managed to get deeper.

"We do not need you're assistance with combat," he scoffed, "and I find it unbelievable that you two have more experience than I do."

Stray's eyebrows shot up. " Oh okay, sorry didn't relise you were good on your own. I guess that's probably why you just flew through a window and can't seem to land a single hit," she sassed back, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Tt, a slight miscalculation. Besides, I have no doubt I could take you in a fight easily, much less the flying green bozo over there."

"Oh yeah?" She replied, her nose twitching slightly, "You wanna go traffic light?"

"Bring it," he growled, dropping into a fighting stance.

Then they were at each other's necks. Damian was tackled off his feet almost immediately, making it less of a standard fight and more of a knock-down, drag-out brawl, and Phantom was just watching. No, not even just watching, he was cheering them on, meanwhile Jason was still trying to wrap his head around what they had said.

"Wait, waitwaitwait. Rewind," he said, causing the ghost to turn toward him distractedly without pulling his eyes from the wrestling demons. "What do you mean 'ghosts like you'? Were not ghosts" At least as far as Hood knew he wasn't a ghost. Zombie plausibly, but he had gotten better, so not a ghost. No walking through walls and spraying people with goo, and he definitely didn't float and/or glow like these people.

Phantom snorted and turned toward him fully with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't mean like ghost, ghost," he snorted, "at least not what most people think of ghosts. But you've both clearly died before, and you have cores, however small, so- ghost," he explained, trailing off with awkward jazz hands.

what?

"What?"

Phantom looked like he was about to respond, but was cut off when a large glob of plasma careened into their makeshift shelter and melted the remains into the ground.

The demons, now rolling on the ground, froze, and Phantom let out a low whistle.

"Right, forgot about that. Stray, come on." The girl popped up from the ground, sporting several new bruises and a manic grin.

"Time to kick butt now, Dad?" Hood's brain froze. 'dad?' Phantom just let out a drawn out sigh as he mussed up her hair in a way that seemed oddly familiar.

"Oh so no I'm 'dad'," he grumbled before turning back to Hood. "You're good on the plan, yeah? Cool, see you in two shakes of a ghosts tail." He punned, then they were off, shouting insults and throwing punches that actually managed to hit.

Hood took a few seconds to process what the fresh hell just happened as Robin stood up and spat some blood from his mouth. He was also sporting fresh bruises, aswell as a small cut on his forehead. Impressive.

"Tt, they are adequate," he muttered, turning on his heel and heading for the nearest building where civilians were still trapped.

Hood sent a quick message to Oracle and B that they had help and to focus on civilians, before following as the fight raged on overhead.

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"So is it just me or does Red Hood seem kinda familiar?" Dani asked, ducking an ecto blast and moving in to land a solid hit.

Danny raised an eyebrow and shot a widely at their opponent. "What do you mean?" He asked in response, frowning as the shot missed.

"I don't know, I think it's his core? I feel like I've met him before, but I'm pretty sure I would know if I had."

"Huh, strange. Hey Acid Breath! When was the last time you took a shower? You're stinking up the whole street." The Ghost roared in response as they showered the area in corrosive ectoplasm. "Damn, sorry, didn't mean to strike a nerve. How'd you get here anyway?"

"AAACCCEEE!!" now what could that possibly mean?

"Sorry I don't know anyone called 'Ace'," Danny called, stopping long enough to keep their attention off Dani as she went in for another attack. "You wouldn't mind introducing us, would you?"

"RAWR!!!" Okay, that was a no then. Finally, Dani struck, landing a solid hit to their back before getting smacked to the pavement twenty feet below.

Danny yelped, fumbling with the thermos on his belt before promptly souping the poor sap and flying down to his clone.

"You good kid?" He asked, wincing as Danny scowled up at him and spat out her wad of gum.

"Just peachy," she replied with a sarcastic smile as she took his offered hand. "I thought you promised me a fight."

Danny squinted at her and looked around at the carnage and smoking crater they were currently standing in.

"Was that not? A fight?"

The kid snorted and rolled her eyes, "I meant like a fun one, like with Ember or Skulker. This guy was no fun, no finesse. The closest thing I got to a fight was that brawl with the traffic light."

Danny sighed and ran a hand down his face, "Sorry? We'll see if Robin's still up to fight, either that or we can spar later?"

"Hmph, fine. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're old and you're bones are creaky."

Danny gasped, old? Him? "Oh you're going to so pay for that comment kid."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eybrow.

"Yeah," Danny grinned back, with equal levels of Fenton sass.

Their standoff lasted about twenty seconds before Dani's gaze focused on something behind her original.

"What's with the guy in the leather furry suit? He's staring at us."

Ancients, could he not do one thing in this city without attracting this guys attention? Apparently not. Batman stared at Phantom and Phantom stared back. Danny groaned.

Unfortunately, with the fighting now finished and most if not all civilians safely removed from the street still dripping with ectoplasmic acid, Danny probably should, *shiver,* talk with the local heros, including the Bat himself. There was no way Danny would be able to walk out of this without setting up several more flags for the furry brigade to hunt down.

But as much as he dreaded it, for some reason Danny obeyed when Bats stared him down from a nearby roof, his eyes communicating a clear talk now or I will make your life hell, though he would probably do that anyway.

"Ugh, here comes the hard part," Danny mumbled as he motioned for Dani to follow him up to the roof. "Batman," he greeted with a curt nod when they landed. At least they were on equal ground now and it didn't feel like he was being looked down upon.

Dani landed behind him, just as Robin, Red Hood, and Red Robin materialized next to Batman.

"Hey, Traffic Light!" Dani beamed, pulling an arm across her chest to stretch her shoulder, "You wanna go again? That fight wasn't too enriching."

Robin scowled at her and shared a look with his- father? Partner? Boss?- whatever their relationship was, Batman had a hard set to his jaw, but Robin looked, not exactly pleading, but more that he wouldn't back down. Somehow Batman lost the stare off.

"Very well, your form could use improvement and I am an excellent teacher," he said, taking a few steps away from the group. In no time at all they were fighting again like they hadn't even stopped.

Robin tried calling out the flaws and tactics in the fight, but was quickly, fully, engrossed on not losing his ground or footing as Dani attacked with more brute, unrelenting, strength than with tact.

Batman stared very dissaprovingly, seemingly ignoring Danny. Danny cleared his throat in an attempt to, Ancients forbid, draw the Batman's attention back to him.

"Don't worry, Stray won't hurt him, at least not more than some bruises or maybe a small sprain if he's not careful." Shit, maybe he shouldn't have said that. The stare Batman gave him chilled Danny to the bones.

"Sorry," Danny muttered, with a sheepish grin he held out his hand, "I'm Phantom by the way, I don't think we've met."

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There was something about Phantom that felt vaguely familiar, Hood just couldn't quite put his finger on it. Aside from the fact that he could've sworn he'd seen this guy before, the ghost felt familiar. The vibes that seemed to exude from the glowing teens somehow felt cozy, in a way.

It was so weird. There was no way to explain it. It felt like- finding someone who was just like you, someone who shared your interests and tastes. It felt like community, like people you can rely on and a place to come home to.

The feeling was so sudden and out of place it made him want to punch something. But like in a positive way. Like when he used to wrestle with Dick or B, way back when. Something in Jason's chest seemed to sing, or more like contentedly rumble. It was something he was used to feeling around-

Hood watched as Phantom ducked his head with a nervous smile, his outstretched hand wandering back to rub at the back of his neck as he avoided Batman's glare.

"Not much for social niceties then, eh?" He asked, shooting honest to god finger guns at The Batman, personification or 'revenge and 'the night'. B's mouth drew into a tight line as he studied the ghost.

"Uhm, sorry for like, invading your territory and stuff, I'll try not to let it happen again," Phantom said, attempting to bring his eyes to meet B's gaze.

"Hn," B grunted, "Gotham is no safe place for meta's, besides, we've got the heroing thing taken care of. We don't need help."

Finally Phantom managed to lock eyes with the bat, he looked taken aback.

"Yeah, sorry. No. You kinda did need help with this one, thank you." Phantom's confidence grew as he proceeded to explain just exactly why he and Stray were needed there. Citing the Bats' underpreparedness, as well as a bunch of ghost politics stuff that was hard to follow.

Batman listened raptly.

And yeah, no. Jason had to be entirely wrong. This couldn't be him, sure the face shapes were nearly identical, and the same freckles, and actually if it weren't for the color change and differences in age they could be the same person. But they couldn't be.

Sure Jason's boyfriend could be a bit... odd, and boisterous sometimes. But he really couldn't imagine him being able to scold motherfucking Batman with that much confidence.

But still it nagged at his brain. It really was a long, long shot, that was really, very, highly, unlikely. And Jason really, probably shouldn't have said anything, but he did.

"Danny?" Phantom faltered and the way he froze at the name was almost confirmation enough. His green eyes flicked around the rooftop, then fixed on Red Hood. For a moment his mouth pulled to a slight frown and his brows furrowed, even the noise of the kids' fighting ceased as Stray- come to think of it, that was probably Dani- stared dumbfounded, with a hint of surprise. The two 'ghosts' shared a look then melted into.... laughter?

One double take later and sure enough they were laughing. It was actually kind of unsettling, all echoey and reverberating as if they found the statement absolutely hilarious. If he didn't know better, Hood would've thought they had gotten Joker gassed or something, but he did, and suddenly felt very awkward at even entertaining the notion.

Batman grumbled.

So yeah, whatever, he gad been wrong. He shouldn't have said anything. But did they really have to keep laughing like that?

Phantom was doubled over and clutching his stomach, while Stray went intangible and rolled out from under Robin, who'd had her pinned, giggling uncontrollably.

Eventually, Phantom managed to straighten out and wipe a tear from his eye.

"Who's Danny?" He asked with a few residual giggles tainting his voice. "I don't know a Danny," it was said with such ease, but something felt forced, and his eyes kept flickering around.

"Pft, yeah," Stray snorted, floating a bit to lean her elbow against her partner's shoulder, "His name's Bill actually. Y'know, like inviso-Bill?"

Phantom sobered up completely and fixed her with a glare as the kid devolved into another laughing fit.

"Its not," he said seriously, "I've been going by Phantom for thousands of years, that one nickname is not going to stick." Yeah, if there was any doubt left that he'd been wrong, allegedly existing for thousands of years probably blew that theory out of the water.

"You wish," Stray forced out between giggles, causing Phantom to sigh.

"Anyway," he emphasized, clapping his hands together as he forced a smile, "Ghost problem solved, so we should probably get going then. Right, Stray?"

"Sure thing, Bill," She snickered, but followed as he slowly drifted away form the rooftop, "cya around traffic light!"

Phantom rolled his eyes once more before they both shot off. In seconds they were gone.

B turned toward Hood, mouth already open to ask a question, but he was already gone too. He'd done his part and he could debrief later. For now he had a boyfriend and his kid to get back to.

Fifteen minutes later, Jason was back outside Danny's door with a whole new set of emotions swirling about in his head. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Danny turned form their game to look at him with his ice blue eyes, and smiled. He patted the spot on the bed next to him as Dani threw a card down with a small shout. She followed Danny's gaze and twisted to look back at Jason, blowing a strand of black hair out of her face and grinning.

"Ay, welcome back! Glad to see I'm not a deal-breaker!" Jason chuckled and took the seat, cuddling up into Danny's side. What gad he even been thinking. There was still alot of concerning things to talk about, but being a ghost/superhero was something he could cross off the list.

-even if their similarities still nagged at his brain

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Woop, finally did it! And with Jason's suspicions successfully waylaid, we're going to take a (planned) break, while I get swamped down with all my other projects + school.

Hope you liked.

#dpxdc damian wayne #dpxdc #dpxdc red hood #dpxdc danny phantom #dpxdc batman #dpxdc dani phantom #dead in main ship #when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #long post #fic

[devastator1775]

How to deal with your teenage daughter while also dealing with a virus

“Are you sure I don’t need to come over and take of you?”  N – or rather: N in the little box in the corner of Uzi’s vision – asked.

Uzi rolled her eyes – the little video call box rolled around as well -, quickly followed by a coughing fit. She couldn’t help but to feel endeared by her husband’s concerned look.

“I’ll be fine, N.” She assured, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s just – “

She started coughing again. She grabbed the bottle of vitamin coolant off the table and quickly took a large swig. She slammed the bottle down, wiping her mouth. “It’s nothing.”

“You caught a virus, Uzi.” N emphasized. “Just let me tell the guys there’s an emergency at home and-“

“N, you’re a leading figure in the Copper-9’s Planetary Security Force. You can’t just leave. Besides, it’s only for a few more hours ‘for your shift ends.” Uzi reminded him. She resisted the urge to giggle when she saw his sad expression. “I’m feeling fine, you big goof. I’ll be bright as snow in a couple of days, you’ll see.”

N stared her down, his expression frowned, but after a few moments he let out a relented sigh. “Okay, I’ll yield, but if you start to feel worse-“

“I’ll call, I promise.” Uzi giggled. “Now get back to work, honey.”

N smiled. “Okay. See you tonight.”

“Can’t wait.” Uzi replied, smiling brightly as she waited until N would end the video call. The moment the little box vanished from the corner of her vison, she let out a long groan and let herself fall backwards on the couch. Her processor felt like it was gonna pop out of her visor, the way it was aching. She didn’t like to lie to N, but he already could be such a worrywart on normal days – even if it was something she loved about him, the silly man. It was true she was gonna be fine in a couple of days, but she was far from feeling anything close to fine right now.

Honestly, she felt like crap.

It was a new type of virus that had been popping up with mostly the newer generations of Worker Drone frameworks. It wasn’t anything dangerous – in fact, it was pretty much harmless – but it would wreak havoc on a drone’s primary systems, like heating regulations, coolant regulators, fluctuating energy surges and involuntary steam discharge in the nasal sensors.

Basically, it was the Drone’s version of what humans would call ‘having a severe cold’. A patch was being developed to help combat this, but the effectiveness wasn’t anywhere near being perfect. It had 50-50 percent chance of catching on, and even then there was only a 30 percent change of successful deletion of the virus.

And it seemed that Uzi had all the bad luck with the patch she was given.

She groaned again, reaching behind her head to fluff up the pillow. The sound of the door opening and slamming shut caught her attention, followed by a grumbling female voice.

“-stupid homework, stupid TJ that won’t stop flirting with me, stupid-“

“Nix?!” Uzi called out. “Something wrong?”

“Mom?” the voice answered in surprise. A young female worker Drone peeked her head into the living room. Uzi and N’s 16-year old daughter: Nicole “Nix” Doorman. Her straight silver hair with streaks of dyed fuchsia reached to her shoulders and seemed to dance with every movement she made. She wore her favourite jacket – which coincidentally and “totally not by choice, dad” looked like a shorter version of her father’s trademark fur collar coat. She wore Uzi’s old necklace around her neck. Her warm amber eyes looked surprised at her mother, which quickly turned to concern when she noticed the state Uzi was in.

“Mom, what are you doing here? You look sick. Are you sick?” She let out a frightened gasp. “Am I gonna be sick? You’re not gonna die, right? Where’s dad? Is he coming home soon? Can you help me with my homework later?”

“Nix, calm down.” Uzi couldn’t but laugh at her daughter’s antics. “Gosh, I swear, you inherited too much of your father’s code. The two of you are so much alike sometimes.”

“Should I take that as a compliment or do I need to go ‘angsty teen mode’?” Nix asked, but the glint her visor betrayed her amusement.

“Take it as a compliment, I don’t have the energy to deal with moody teenagers anymore for today.” Uzi joked.

“So, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just caught that new kiddie virus at work.” Uzi replied. “Got a bit to careless around the sick kids at the clinic and, well, you see what happened.” She rolled her eyes at her daughter’s concerned look. “You’re showing your fathers code again, sweetie. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

“You sure?” Nix asked, wringing her hands together. “I mean, you look like crap, mom.”

“Thank you for your brutal honesty and yes, I’m sure.” Uzi smiled reassuringly at her daughter. “My anti-virus software is a bit outdated, so it’s taking a bit more effort for to fight it.”

Nix took a step forward, but stopped herself. “Uh, it’s not contagious, right?”

“No, you’ll be safe, Nix.” Uzi reassured with a warm smile. “The clinic has given me their latest version of the med-patch, so at least we won’t- OOF.”

Nix had thrown herself into her mother’s arms, giving her a tight hug. Uzi smiled softly, caressing the young drone’s hair with one arm, while returning the hug with the other. “So, how was school?” Uzi asked. “Was it as bad as your grumbling made it seem?”

Nix let out a frustrated groan – Uzi immediately felt like she was looking at her younger self – slouching backwards on the couch. “Just the usual. Class felt like going on, like,  forever; some classmates find it so funny when I’m eager to answer the teacher’s questions; and oh yeah, I called the teach ‘Auntie Liz’ again.”

“Well, she is your aunt, Nix.” Uzi shrugged. “Honorary or not. I’m sure Lizzy found it quite endearing.  And what was I heard you say about TJ?”

“Like I said: ‘the usual’.”

Thad Junior, better known as TJ, was a young drone who went to the same school as Nix and had recently developed a bit of a unreciprocated crush on her. He was quite adamant to show her his affect, despite being a few years younger than Nix. It was actually somewhat cute. Uzi chuckled, which even intensified when her daughter shot her a look of betrayal. “Sorry, dear. Is that boy still so hung up on you?”

“Yeah, and no matter what I say, it won’t go through that thick cap of his that I am out of his age range.”

“You want me to talk to his father for you?”

Nix bounced her feet up and down, almost like she was considering the option. She let out a sigh. “Nah, it’s fine.” She answered. “TJ is annoying, but he’s a good kid. But he needs to realize that I don’t even…”

Uzi noticed how her daughter’s voice trailed off and the way she was kneading her jacket. “Nix?”

Nix sighed, giving her mom an exhausted look. “Being a teenager who’s still figuring herself out stuff is hard…”

Uzi smiled warmly at Nix, gently placing her hand on her daughter’s cheek. “Believe me, it is hard.” She pulled Nix against her, her core purring as the latter snuggled up against her mother. “But you got a good head on your shoulders and loving parents to help you whenever you need or want it. You’ll figure things out, Sparkplug.”

She gave her daughter a final squeeze and proceeded to shoo her off the couch, covering her mouth as she felt another series of cough bubble up. “Now, I need to rest and I believe I’ve heard you grumble something about homework as well?”

Nix’s shoulders dropped. “Yes, mom…”

“But before you do that, could you be a dear and heat me up some vegetable oil soup?” Uzi asked as she laid herself down on the couch.

“Sure thing, mom!” Nix answered enthusiastically with a salute – a near spitting image of N, Uzi noticed. She spun around and made her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, and could you add a shot of gasoline?” Uzi asked, grinning. “Don’t tell your dad, you know he doesn’t like it when I drink …without him.”

“’kay!”

“It’s un-“

“Under the cabinet with the family pictures, behind the box with Grandpa Khan’s lucky wrench, I know!” Nix froze, like someone who knew she had said a bit too much. “Oh ..cr-“

Uzi slowly sat up, her gaze slowly turning towards her daughter. “Nix, how do you know where your dad and I keep our liquor?”

Nix slowly turned around, a sheepish grin on her face and digital beads of sweat running down her visor. “Uh…”

“Answer your mother, Nicole V Doorman.” Uzi commander sternly, but calmly.

“I …know …because ….I …tried some?”

“You what?!”

Nix squeaked. “Before you get mad, we only tried a shot of the bottle of Lighter Fluid Cider, and –“

“Who’s we?”

“Eep…me and Avery…”

“Avery too? Nix …” Uzi facepalmed, feeling a headache coming on. “When did this happen?”

“Okay, okay, it was a couple of weeks ago, when Aunties V and Liz were looking after me while you and dad were on your date but it was actually Avery who found it – I told them she shouldn’t be snooping around, but you know them - and they asked their mums if they could try it, and Auntie V said ‘sure, you’re old enough but only a little bit’, so actually you should be mad a her, and- and -and …

Uzi held up a hand, shutting Nix up. “Me and V are gonna have a serious conversation about this…” She took a deep breath. “Have you since then drunk it again?”

“No, I didn’t really like it.”

“And nothing of the harder stuff?”

“No, honestly!”

“Have you considered it?”

“…uh, once or twice?” Nix answered truthfully. “BUT I DIDN’T-“

“I believe you, I believe you.” Uzi quickly said. She crossed her arms, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.

“Am I in trouble?” Nix asked nervously. “Please, don’t tell dad…he’s gonna give me those sad eyes he does whenever he’s disappointed in something.”

“Oh, believe me, your dad is gonna hear about this.” Uzi assured. She couldn’t help but smirk when she saw her daughter stammering and trying to come up with a reason why he shouldn’t know. She sighed. “However …considering V and Lizzy said you could and were when it happened, and it was something light as that ….I’m just glad you didn’t go for the hard stuff.”

“Avery tried, but Auntie V caught her before she could take a sip.” She chuckled nervously. “She’s normally so …mellow. I didn’t know she could get angry like that….”

“Oh, she can….” Uzi gave her daughter a stern look. “Listen, you’re 16 years old, and I’m not gonna pretend I never did anything stupid at your age.”

“Yeah, I heard the story of how you and dad met, mom.”

“Really not the time for sass, missy.”

“Yes, mom. Sorry, mom.”

Uzi couldn’t help but grin. “What I’m saying is ….if you feel like trying something stupid …I rather you’d do it at home, where me and your father can keep an eye on things, than out there, okay?”

Nix smiled. “Okay, mom.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Attagirl.”

“Does that mean I could try some magnets?”

“Don’t push your luck, Nix.”

“Kidding, kidding.” Nix let out a sigh of relief, presenting her mother a wide smile. “How about making you that soup, eh? I mean, if you still want it….”

“That’d be great, Nix.” Uzi replied with a soft smile, which quickly turned to a stern expression. “And then: homework.”

“Yes, mom!” Nix disappeared into the kitchen, humming a cheerful song. That was another thing that showed she was truly N’s daughter as well: her ability to just …deal with certain situations quickly. A whole lot better adjusted than Uzi was at that age.

Uzi sighed and while Nix was busy in the kitchen, she opened up her internal texting app and started sending messages to N.

U: [N, you’ll need to come up with a few extra chores for Nix this weekend.]

N’s reply almost came immediately.

N: [Oh no, what did she do? Not the trash compactor again?]

U: [No, not that. I’ll tell you later, but I dealt with it for now. We’re gonna need to have a talk with V and Lizzy, though.]

N: [Oh, boy…]

U: [As for Nix, I already put the fear of robo-God in her, so try to go easy on her.]

N: [Uh-huh, of course you did. (sarcastic)]

Uzi giggled silently.

N: [Okay, see later. Give Nix my love, will you?]

U: [I will. Say ‘hi’ to Dad for me.]

N: [‘kay. Bye! ;-)]

U: [Dork]

N: [Short]

Hubby has left the chat.

Uzi bursted out in giggles, making a curious Nix pop her head out the kitchen. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, just your dad.” Uzi replied, a sly grin forming on her face. “He sends you his love and says that you’re are in heap of trouble, young lady.”

By the smirk that was forming on Nix’s face, Uzi could tell she wasn’t buying it. She let out an exaggerated wail, falling on her knees and threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, why, cruel Robo-Jesus, have I both been blessed and cursed with attentive parents who want nothing but the best for me?”

“And the award for best performance goes to-“

The two ladies started laughing. Nix scrambled up, dusting off her legs. “Anyway, the soup is heating up on the stove and I’m gonna get started on my homework. It’s about “The rise and fall of JCJsenson” and its connection with Copper-9’s independence.”

“Oh, you better get started, then.” She shooed her away with a smile. “Go on, off with you.”

“Going!” Nix spun around and walked in the direction of her room. “Just yell if you need something!”

Uzi smiled warmly as she watched her daughter disappear from sight. She had no doubt that Nix would be better than herself and N combined. With a heavy sigh, she laid back down again, her head still aching.

She hated being sick. That virus could bite her.

#murder drones #fanfiction #biscuitbites #uzi doorman #serial designation n #murder drones N #n x uzi

[huverican]

Hypothetically saying, if your life was flashing before your eyes because you are about to die. What memories of you and Stephen would replay in your head?

(Ⅰ) The first time you met.

You finished washing the rest of your dishes and tore off a piece of paper towel to dry off your hands. You hummed your favorite song, swaying to the melody as you walked towards your bedroom.

Just as you were about to open your door, you heard some sort of crackling noise. The kind a fire makes when its fed wood, or when a sparkler stick is lit. Confused by the weird sound, you turned around. Nothing appeared to be out of place.

Okay, maybe you were just hearing things.

You turn around once again and open your door fully this time. You walk into your room and pause, when you hear another noise.

Crack

"Alright, who's there?" You whip your head around and walk out of your room defensively.

You start checking behind corners, not afraid of whatever could be there. You were a superhero after all, you could put up a fight.

Then you heard it again.

You whip your head around and follow the noise to your living room. You stand in front of the rug on your floor, confused where it could possibly be coming from. It felt like you were right in front of it, but all you could hear was the noise coming from your rug.

You walk closer, considering lifting up the rug. Maybe it was something burning under it? As you kneel down, an orange spark shoots onto your chest. Expecting a sting, you fall onto your ass and try to wipe off any sort of hot remains. But nothing was there, and you realized it didn't burn whatsoever.

What the fuck?

All of the sudden, a burst of orange and yellow sparks are swirling in the air in front of you. You gasp and jump to your feet, stepping backwards and preparing yourself for a fight.

You stand there for a couple more seconds until the sparks spread out and widen into an oval. Then, sparks start to dissipate in the center and reveal a man dressed in robes... a very handsome one at that.

Wearing a red cape and blue garments, the man stepped out of the portal in front of you. You took another step back and analyzed who you assumed, you'd be fighting any second. Because- who the hell bursts into your house like this normally?

Though, you 'analyzing your opponent' turned into more of you checking him out. To be fair, how could you not?

The man was tall with a slim figure that definitely had muscles under those robes. He stood with straight, good posture, which just made him look taller than he already was. He had blue eyes that really popped out from his face, which had generously, sharp cheekbones. His hair was a dark brown, black-like color, and it had streaks of grey on the sides. His facial hair was clean and you could tell just from one look he kept up on personal hygiene.

All in all, this man looked very attractive. You know, like one of those older, 'silver-wolf' type men you see only in movies.

You could tell he was staring you down as well. If it weren't for not knowing if he was a threat, you would totally try and talk to him.

"(Y/n) (L/n), I'm Dr. Stephen Strange, you need to come with me."

You pushed your eyebrows together at his extremely, straightforward request and scoffed.

"Why would I go with a stranger whom I've never met, might I add, one that came through a portal in my house, and knows my name?" He raised his eyebrow and tilted his head a bit.

"Good point." He stepped aside to reveal Bruce Banner. You gasped slightly and relaxed a bit. It's been a solid amount of time since you'd last seen him, he went off on his own after the battle with Ultron. So of all places, why was Bruce with this guy?

You took a step closer and realized he looked like a mess. He looked traumatized, and it hurt you to see your friend like this.

You reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. To see if he would stop being so tense, but it didn't work.

"Bruce? What are you-"

"Thanos is coming, (Y/n). We need everyone we can get." You looked at him with nothing but confusion. Who the hell is Thanos?

"Um, okay. But you're going to have to fill me in." You said and you took your hand away from his shoulder.

"I-I will, just come with us." He turned around and put a foot through the portal, Stephen right behind him. Bruce stepped all the way through, waiting on the other side for you. Just as Stephen was about to head into the portal, he looked back at you.

"Are you coming?" He looked at you, a little puzzled. Why weren't you moving?

"Through uh- through that thing?" You pointed at the portal and Stephen looked at the portal, then you again.

"Um, yeah. Is it your first time going through one? It doesn't feel as weird as it looks."

Is it my first time? Um, yes? Where else would I be doing this? You thought to yourself. But then again, you were a superhero, anything could happen.

"Yeah uh, it is."

"Okay then, take my hand. I'll pull you through." Stephen reached his hand out and you squinted at him a little, contemplating whether to take his hand or not. You weren't scared, no, just cautious. You couldn't help but feel weird about doing this, let alone listen to someone you just met. What if something crazy is going on and Bruce isn't actually Bruce and it's a trick or-

"(Y/n) come on it's okay!" Bruce yelled, waving to you from the other side and snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked at Stephen's hand, then back up at him again and put your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and pulled you towards him a little fast, making trip. Fortunately, you landed into his chest, your hands resting on his shoulders.

Your face heated up a little and you could tell it was turning red. How could it not though? He was a mighty-fine looking guy.

"I swear if this is some sort of-" You tried to protest out of embarrassment, but he cut you off right away.

"Gosh you Avengers sure are grumpy. Lighten up, Sweetheart nothing is going to happen." He chuckled and pulled you both through the portal.

(Ⅱ) Your First Kiss.

"I wanna love you..." You sang the music to yourself, finishing up the mascara you had just applied. You were getting ready for a date. With who you may ask? The one and only, Doctor Stephen Strange, a sorcerer who had been known for helping save the world. So, how the hell were you scoring a date with a man like him?

Well, after you two had met. You and he (with the rest of the Avengers) were immediately fighting Thanos and his army. You two stuck around one another during most of the fighting, turning into friends on the battlefield. That was, until both of you had been 'blipped' for five years, returning back once again, on the battlefield.

When everything was finally over. You felt broken and lonely. Your closest friend, Natasha, was gone. Your brother, Tony, was gone. Everyone else that was held dear and close to you, was either gone, or depressed. Worst of all, the Avengers were lost, confused, and searching for a new way to start. The pillar that held up humanity’s hope and protection was broken. And when that many people look up to one group, it starts to take a toll on everyone in it.

Though everything was extremely painful, you and Stephen started to connect more. You and he became better friends and eventually, you two started to try going on a few dates. Stephen made you really happy, even when you were sad his presence helped. You enjoyed texting him, calling him, and seeing him. It was like he was apart of your daily routine now. When you wake up, you text Stephen. When you do something fun, you tell Stephen. Who asks how your day was? Stephen. It was like muscle memory to think about him every day. Your life was finally going upwards after everything.

Your first two dates with Stephen were better than any you've ever been on. Your first date, he took you out to dinner at a fancy steak restaurant. Then, the second one you had more fun, literally. You two went to an arcade and won as many jackpots as you could. Sounds silly when you think about it, two adults (superheroes at that) playing at an arcade like you were ten. But, it was worth every second and you had a good time. Something that had been hard for you after defeating Thanos.

"..and treat you right.." You continued to sing the song as you put on some jewelry. Stephen should be here any second, your date was at 6 o'clock. Since he used...portals, you knew he'd be right on time and it was already five fifty five. You took up the last five minutes checking yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked good. If you were going to be walking around with the Stephen Strange, then you should look good, right?

You heard the familiar noise the portals would create and poked your head outside your bathroom door. Stephen stood in the hallway with a bouquet of red roses, grinning like a child. So classic, yet so thoughtful.

"Wow. 6:01. You're late! Was it traffic or something?" You teased and he rolled his eyes, walking up to you and handing you the bouquet.

"Well if that’s the case, this is my sorry gift for being a minute late." He laughed and handed you the flowers. You closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh scent .

"These smell amazing, thank you. I'll need to grab a vase for these before we leave." You smiled and then realized the quiet music in the background. You turned around and picked up your phone, stopping the music and putting your phone in your purse.

"Hmmm, was that Bob Marley in the background?"He questioned as you both walked towards your kitchen.

"Mmmmmaybe." He chuckled at your response. You opened a cupboard under your sink, taking out a spare vase. As you started to fill it up with water from sink, Stephen came up behind you. He rested his arms on either side of you, leaning his hands on the sink.

"You look beautiful, Darling." He whispered, and just something so subtle as that made you feel weak in your knees. You could feel his breath against the back of your neck and you bit your lip a little. You turned around and faced Stephen, setting the vase on the counter. Looking up at him and leaning yourself against the sink, you leaned in closer to his face.

"Oh I do now?" At this point you two were almost touching noses. It was taking all of your self-control to not kiss him, and it was taking all of his to do the same. You were eye candy to him, and the look on his face was telling you clearly. The way he eyed you bit your lip. You looked so seductive to him, best part was you weren't even trying.

"More than you realize." He chuckled a bit, trying to brush off how flustered he was over you. Seriously, this guy the Sorcerer Supreme, a protector of the world, and he never stumbled. But this? Gosh he was falling for you quicker than he’d imagined.

You smirked and looked at his lips, he was biting his too. Little did you know, he was slowly losing the self restraint to not kiss your right there. The tension between you two made him want to just smash his lips into yours, but he kept still, too scared to make a move if you weren’t comfortable. If he messed up he could lose you, and he never wanted that to happen in the slightest.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft ones. Stephen’s eyes widened as he pushed against your lips and leaned his body into yours, gently pressing you even more against the sink. His lips tasted sweet, and you assumed it was from honey-tea he’d drunken earlier, which you didn't really mind. You expected it from an avid tea drinker. Besides, you were more focused on how it felt to finally put your lips on his.

He moved his hands onto your waist, hesitating a bit incase you didn't want them resting there. When you didn't move out of discomfort, he gently squeezed your waist. He was careful with his hand placement, reminding himself that he didn't know how what you were okay with. This certain way he touched you, with extra care and thought, made you feel warm inside. Literally, overheated by the fact a man such as him existed, a man that had made you so comfortable so quickly. You were never one to let your guard down, and you still kept a small barrier up. But Stephen had truly gotten you open up to him and it was unfamiliar to you. This feeling inside you hasn't been something you've felt in a long time..

..was it love? Have you really been falling in love?

You're an adult, you've had passed relationships, but this felt.. different. Yeah, yeah, every girl says that with the new man, but really though. This wasn't the same and you couldn't compare it to anything you've felt before. This felt secure, like you were on the right path.

You pulled away and broke the kiss, resting your hands on his chest.

"That- That was great. Wow." He lifted his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the side of your face.

"Yeah, that was perfect." You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes for a moment. You were nothing but satisfied and comfortable in his care, you couldn't ask for more.

You opened your eyes again and playfully grinned.

"Wanna do it again?"

Hi all:) This was a very very veryyyy old draft, so I apologize if it was a little bad haha! But, I’m back. I might write more, I might not. But I have a few drafts I thought I would share because they never got to be posted and they had work put into them. :)

Have a good day:)

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[gemini-sensei]

Hawk x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Hawk has a boypussy ○ Fem!Reader

Thank you to the anon who brought this idea to my inbox. Tagging @miguelnationion bc they asked so nicely and without further ado:

In his alpha male phase, he would not want anyone to know about his boypussy, so he'd pack his underwear with a stuffed sock. That would go on for so long, even when he gets a gf. He'd put off having sex with her because of it, just eating her out and fingering her every time they get intimate. She'd think that's all he's comfortable with and let him go at his own pace.

One time she sat on his lap and he was in heaven, but his stuffing shifted and she thought it was his dick and that he was a little excited. She was grinding on him and he was moaning, only because he was horny and his clit was swollen with need. The friction he was getting was not enough and he was whining so much.

He finally sits her down and tells her the truth, not that he'd ever lied to her. He just let her believe he had a dick. There were few people that actually knew about his pussy - Miguel, Demetri, his senseis (this is because of locker room dilemmas) - so he was actually really nervous to tell a girl, especially his gf, that he in fact did not have a dick.

The relief he felt when she said "cool" is unmatched. He was still a little self conscious about it, though, and had to ask her if she really meant that. "You're really okay with it?"

She had to reassure him that it was totally fine. She's not picky about anatomy (idk why that just came to mind but yeah same).

Reassuring kisses followed, but they didn't jump straight into sex after that. She wanted to give him time to get comfortable with her knowing. They cuddled and kissed after that.

Virgin boypussy!Hawk. Of course he's played with himself and gotten off before, but he's never played with toys and has never gotten eaten out before. When his gf decides she wants to taste him and he agrees, he's so fucking loud. She goes down on him and eats him out like he's her last fucking meal. He just looks down and sees his sexy, plump goddess with half her face buried in his cunt and it sends him over the edge so fast.

Movie nights where she slips her hands into his pants and teases him. Whispering stuff like "just watch the movie, babe" and "don't be too loud. This is my favorite part." He wants to tease her in return but ends up resting his back against her and his head on her pillowy chest. He uses her tits to muffle himself and ends up biting her.

He was actually scared to even buy himself a toy, so that's why he's never experienced using one before. His gf actually helps him and lets him act like it's only for her if they have to face an employee. This leads to so much mutual masturbation and he definitely gets off faster when she's watching him hold a vibe against his clit.

His gf bought a strap just so she can pop his cherry. He swore left and right about it at first, but then she pulled him onto her lap and he humped her strap until he was dizzy and drooling all over himself. He eventually accepted her offer after warming up to the fake cock.

When she actually did it, though, he was a whining mess. Not only was he taking his first dick, but he had a gorgeous goddess on top of him giving it to him. Held her waist the whole time and sucked on her tits. He left so many hickeys on her.

Definitely gets a clit piercing. It's nothing too special, just a silver rod with two balls on the ends, but it's badass to him and that's all that he cares about. However, if his gf loves it, then ofc that boosts his ego so much more. And yes, he will wear whatever jewelry she buys for him just so she can suck on it later.

He's a squirter, no doubt about it. He makes the biggest messes and his gf gets to lap it up. He used to turn so red and be embarrassed about it, but he's not so shy about it anymore. He loves when he squirts because his gf loves it so much. He whines so loud when he squirts.

While he's come to accept his boypussy, he loves using a strap on his gf. However, despite this option, he won't use it unless they both want it. Otherwise, he's rubbing their pussies together so rough, it must be the end of the world.

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[moral-terpitude]

Fourth Time’s the Charm - Pt. 3

You never thought 10 years ago you’d end up married with four children. It honestly wasn’t the way you were thinking at the time with a sister to care for and a business to run, but the way the universe works almost always seemed to surprise you, so it was fitting when a husband practically fell into your lap.

You were content running the bookstore on your old family farm in Bedworth, just outside of Coventry, that your father had left you in charge of as he opened another and lived above it closer to London. An old train depot abandoned and purchased by your family. Surrounded by books you found yourself at home and content. The air always smelled clean and the sky was always blue, and you could hide between the rows of books and no one would see you.

That was until your husband came along and completely disrupted your life. In the best ways possible no doubt, but you felt completely blindsided the first time you encountered him.

The phone rang, a rare occcourence. Rare enough that you sometimes wondered why you even had a phone. You were located far enough down the country road that you and your sister knew that if someone was coming there, it was for a reason. She sold wonderful baked goods, and you were in charge of the books, literally, since you were better with numbers, and it was a delightful combination.

When the phone rang you answered it hesitantly, a breeze blowing warm air around outside, “Astley Books and Baked Goods, how can I help you?”

There was a pause on the line before he spoke, and they were words you didn’t realize would change the course of your life when you heard them, “I’ve been looking for a few books and I was hoping you may have them.”

His voice was low and rough, and had a smoothness, a bravado, to it that about knocked you off your feet, and that was without even seeing him. Now knowing him, you could picture the way he had sat, alone in his office, slid down in the chair as he spoke.

“Well, if you’d like to read me the list, I can take note to check what I have and give you a call back.”

“Very well.” He rattled off the list to you, and as you transcribed it to paper, you found yourself missing a letter here or there as wanted to rather just sit and listen to him talk.

“Sir, are you trying to start a small library over night?” You laughed as the list took up almost two sheets of your ledger.

You could hear him chuckle, pen scratching against paper and the noise and chaos of people entered the background as a door opened and shut, “If I am, are you offering to catalogue it and organize it for me?”

Your heart stuck in your throat and with a hard swallow you cleared it. “Well, sir, I’m a bookseller, not a librarian, and that would depend on how many books I can find here. What’s the name for the order?”

“Thomas Shelby.”

“Okay Mr. Shelby, I’ll see what I have and give you a call back.”

“Thank you.”

Before the call ended he asked for your name, and you gave it. The way he spoke it, saying he looked forward to hearing from you, made your stomach flip.

On the return call you let him know you had all but four of the books he was looking for and he had asked if he could pick them up that evening.

“I won’t be able to be there until half-seven.” You heard silence in the background now, as a lighter clicked near the phone receiver, a breath and exhale as the smoke passed through his lips.

“I can stay open until half-seven, Mr. Shelby. It’s no trouble.”

At half seven on the nose, a silver Bentley pulled down your long drive as the dog barked and ran beside the car. You had just finished putting the last few books in apple crates and totaling up his bill. Your sister, 4 years your junior, had brought out sandwiches for supper and helped you check and make sure everything was there.

“Why have you a book-maker here this late?” She whispered as you popped out and waved him to the partly cracked door, not yet taking full sight of him.

“What do you mean?”

“That’s Tommy Shelby, he’s the Devil of Small Heath, a gangster.” You looked to her to continue before he entered the door and heard you talking about him, “He owns the race tracks, they say he fixes the races himself. He owns the export company, someone told me he’s bootlegging liquor in the car parts he ships to America. And he just bought a house.” She polished off the last of the tea and another sandiwch as she leaned against the wooden counter.

“You need to stop going to town and finding out all the gossip. You’re as bad as mother was.”

You snuck a glance at him as he took the final drag from a cigarette and extinguished it with his brand new boot in the drive. Buddy trotted over to him and he patted the dogs head, giving him a good scratch behind the ears, before opening the cracked door.

He wore a dark grey three piece suit and a gold pocket watch. His blue eyes met yours and they were clear enough for you to see your future with him in them.

“Hello, Mr. Shelby,” you spoke as your sister retreated to the house with the tray and a small tutting for you from the way you said his name. Your heart pounded in your chest as the door closed behind her leaving the two of you alone.

“Please, call me Tommy.” He gave you a smile. His dark hair and high cheekbones were a wonderful combination. You felt underdressed in comparison to him, a simple blouse and skirt with dirty scuffed boots from tending to the chickens every morning.

You gave a nod before patting the top most of the 5 crates that contained the small fortune of books, “I can help you take them to your car if you’d like,”

He eyed you, brow raised and one hand in his pocket before he spoke, “I’d only allow you to help if I can take you out for a drink afterwards, eh?” The words hit you as if you’d stepped in front of a train. “I’ve made you put all this together, surely I owe you more than a cheque and a thank you.”

You swallowed hard, ignoring your sisters thinly veiled warning from moments ago, as you grabbed the top crate of the pile, “I think I’d allow that then, Tommy.”

His name felt foreign yet familiar on your tongue and he grabbed two of the crates as you held the door for him to pass by you. He smelled of tobacco, whiskey, and aftershave, and as you watched him walk before you, thinking of how close he had been passing by you, you desperately wanted to kiss his soft looking pink lips.

Once the last crate was loaded, he wrote you a check that covered the volume of books you usually sold in a month, and you turned off the small lantern on the counter that separated the two of you. A strand of hair fell in your face and he returned it to its home behind your ear as you fell flush from his touch. Even with the light out there was enough daylight for him to see the change in your complexion.

“If we’re to go for a drink, you’ll have to excuse me while I change my clothes.”

He gave a slow shake of his head, “You don’t have to change,” it was a whisper as he looked at you from the small stack of books behind the counter he had been reading titles of. New ones you had just gotten in.

“Well it wouldn’t be fair to you to go out with a woman that’s underdressed in comparison, Mr. Shelby.”

He watched you as you handed the stack to him, “You’re welcome to look. I’ll return shortly.”

As the door slipped closed behind you, you took off across the yard to the house on foot like a child chasing after a kickball to keep it from going in the river.

“Is everything alright?” Ivy called as you rounded the corner and started up the stairs, hoping she wouldn’t come after you. She did.

“Yes, why?” Your heart hammered in your chest as you thought of his fingers gently brushing you skin as he put the lock of hair back behind your ear.

“Tommy Shelby’s car is still in the drive and you’re headed to your room.” She had a hand on her hip as you looked at her from three stairs up.

“To change.”

“What for?”

“He’s taking me out for a drink.”

Her eyes grew wide as her hand flew to cover her now open mouth. A breeze blew the window curtains about.

“You cannot be serious! And you’ll go with him. You’ll go on a date with him?”

“It’s not a date.”

“Wear the navy dress. It complements your eyes the best.”

The both of you chatted in the car about business and family the whole way to town, and you felt at ease. Conversation was easy for you, especially with him.

Neither of you wore any ring, and the women in the bar eyed you with suspicion as you talked with your heads closely together at a small table, each over a whiskey while he smoked a cigarette.

“Your sister, comes in me brother’s pub. I’m sure she’s warned you all about me.” He stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, his words catching you off guard as he made the conversation take a rapid turn.

“I know only the words that she’s said to me today. If they were bad enough I never would have gotten in your car with you. You sound like a businessman who has had his stories whispered through a thousand lips, and I should believe the way the story has been changed with each person?” You shook your head, taking another sip of your drink.

He sighed, “Do you want the truth?”

“If this is to happen again? Yes.”

He stared into the glass before speaking, “I’ve killed men.”

He had mentioned he’d been to war. Everyone killed in the war. He could almost see you having the thought.

“I’ve killed men since the war.” He whispered.

“Have you killed women?”

He shook his head.

“‘Whereof what’s past is prologue; what to come, in yours and my discharge.’” His lips allowed a small smile, he had asked for other Shakespeare, but The Tempest hadn’t been one of them, “Mr. Shelby, I haven’t much a worry then if you’ve never killed a woman.”

An eyebrow quirked at your response, as he picked the same piece of literature for his answer to you, “‘This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine.’”

You felt your tongue get tingly as he brushed his fingers along your cheek. Your heart leapt in your chest. His fingers grazed your jaw as if he were to pull you in and kiss you, but that small touch gave you so much more. You wanted him to grope your breasts and spread your legs. A shuddering sigh escaped your lips as he took your glass and retrieved you both another drink, a brazen reminder you were in public, despite the amount of sound that had raised in volume around you the small gesture of his touch had almost made you forget.

By the time he took you home, it was dark, with only a few glittering stars in the sky. The fingers of each of your closest hands had played a game over the half hour ride on the empty spot of the seat of finding each other in the dark and lingering there, not held but gently touching.

When he pulled in the end of the drive a single light wasn’t on in the house.

“Stop the car,” you whispered, unsure of where your boldness came from. However he obliged your request, blue eyes finding you in the dark as the engine went silent, waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed, a beat, waiting for the nervousness to descend back into your stomach before you spoke, “I’ve been thinking this whole way if I should ask you to kiss me before we part.”

You could see him smile, looking away from you and to the darkened house before finding your eyes again, his fingers once again finding your face, however this time it felt more urgent. More needy.

“And if your father should come out here and find me kissing his daughter at almost midnight?” His fingers moved to the back of your neck, rubbing in circles, and the movement told you that he didn’t much care what your father though.

“My father doesn’t live here, Tommy. Just my sister and I, and it looks as if she’s in bed.”

As his lips met yours your hands found that his skin was as soft as it looked. Your thumbs traced the dip in the hollow of his face, below his high cheek bones.

You’d ended up in his lap, between him and the steering wheel before you broke apart. You caught your breath as your heart hammered in your chest, and with him resting there you were sure he could hear it. He was soft and rough all at once. Loving and needy.

“Can I see you again?” He sounded shy as he asked the words, his hands resting on your waist as your fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt before answering.

“Yes.”

Over those next few weeks, he found an excuse to call you for some book almost daily. Every few days the call would lead to him asking if he could take you for dinner or a drink, to which you agreed.

The nights you didn’t go for dinner or a drink, he would stop on his way home, those nights usually after dark, and you would sneak out to the barn and relight the oil lanterns. He would park the car at the end of the drive so your sister never saw the headlights, and walk the whole drive to meet you there.

One of those nights he sat on his jacket on the cobblestone floor against your legs as you each read through a book. The back of his neck had found your kneecap to be particularly comfortable, but after awhile his fingers found their way working up you calf and you realized you weren’t reading anymore.

“When will we stop sneaking around your sister?”

You hadn’t realized that was what had been happening, but it indeed was what you were doing.

“Come have dinner with us, tomorrow. She’s heading out of town tomorrow night and taking the car, but then, if you’d like, you could stay.”

To your surprise they were rather conversational, Ivy prodding him with questions while you finished dinner. You pretended you didn’t overhear some of their conversation.

“So does my sister think I don’t know that you park at the end of the drive and meet her in the barn the nights you don’t go out?”

You heard him choke on the water, as you stayed at the stove and continued stirring, cursing yourself for ever letting them in there alone.

“I think that’s exactly what she believes, yes.”

“Do you love her, Tommy?”

He paused. Her question hung in the air and you now knew what path her questioning was headed down. He lowered his voice, probably sure you had been listening regardless, before continuing.

“Not quite fair for me to let you in on me secret before I have a chance to tell her meself, is it Ivy?”

You heard her snort as a smile crept across your face and he rose from the table and made his way to stand beside you.

“Do you need help with anything?”

His hand smoothed the sweater at the small of your back, bunched up from moving and caught on your skirt.

“No,” you ruffled his hair and pecked his lips quickly, allowing yourself to appear oblivious to their conversation, “almost finished.”

It was late when she left and you realized in the last how many years it was a rare occasion for you to have the house to yourself. It was the first time in months of his presence that you came up speechless. You understood what you wanted to do to fill the silence, but without being overly forward you weren’t sure how to get there.

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[magicshopaholic]

Never Have I

Summary: During a break in Seoul, Jimin runs into Sooah - and she’s not alone. Meanwhile, Hoseok sees a different side of Chaeyoung’s life.

Pairing: Jimin x OC, Hoseok x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Exes; humour, banter, flirting, bickering, angst

Word count: 11.3 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, a lot of alcohol, peer pressure, shady characters

A/N: It’s happening! Jimin is back to dealing (or profusely not dealing) with his baggage when it comes to his ex, and Hoseok is back to being a pain in the ass for his best friend’s little sister - just a day in the life 🖤 Takes place a couple of months after A Phone Call and about six months after Movie Night.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids

Listen to: “anna (go to him)” by the beatles

jimin masterlist | hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

Sooah checks her phone as she steps out of the building, squinting slightly at the sunlight. The battery is depleting fast; she hopes it’ll last until she gets home. She considers plugging it into her scooter, when she remembers. Whipping around to run back into the building, she halts in her tracks when she spots her target jogging out of the building in Sooah’s direction.  

“Hey!” The younger girl - for she has to be younger; no one her age still has bag tags with fur on them - waves and stops in front of her, panting slightly. “Sooah, right? You forgot this.” In her hand is Sooah’s power bank, slightly frayed on the edges but still sturdy and reliable, her name written in the corner in silver ink.

“Right, thanks.” Glad she doesn’t have to go all the way back inside, Sooah tucks her yoga mat under her arm and smiles. “Your phone good and charged?”

“Yes, thank God. You’re a lifesaver,” adds the other girl, rolling her eyes dramatically. “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on the class at all if my phone had died.”

“You concentrated alright, from what I could see,” remarks Sooah. “That was a hell of a backbend.”

Her smile brightens and she looks almost shy, as though she isn’t used to getting compliments. “Thanks.” She tilts her head up towards the sun, her long hair shining in the brightness. “Any plans for the weekend?”

Don’t start. “I did have plans but then my boyfriend got called into work which is where he’s going to be all weekend.” She shakes her head, trying not to sound too disgruntled. “Unless something goes really right and he gets a couple hours off tonight, I’m probably going to sit around with no one but myself for company the entire time.”

The girl winces, and Sooah gets the impression that she truly understands. “Well, I mean, if you’re not doing anything…” she begins, shrugging, “my roommate and I are having a party tonight. If you want to come?”

Sooah squints and frowns, somewhat amused that this girl doesn’t seem to realise she’s invited a total stranger to a party at her house. She asks the first question that pops into her mind. “You, uh… where do you live?” 

“Hongdae,” she supplies. “There’s going to be drinks and music and dancing… I mean, only if that’s, like, your thing,” she clarifies suddenly. “Totally cool if it isn’t.”

“No, it’s… it’s definitely my thing,” murmurs Sooah honestly, realising she’s actually considering it. “I - will your roommate be okay with you inviting someone she doesn’t know? Or he?”

“Oh, no, Sungmi is cool. We both have free reign to invite whomever we like.” She leans in a bit then, lowering her voice. “To be honest, I won’t know a lot of people there,” she confesses, looking a bit sheepish. “So I just thought a familiar face would be nice. But, no pressure. Obviously.”

“Of course.” Sooah nods. “I’ll let you know if I can.”

“Sure.” She smiles again. “I’ll give you my number; you can text me in case you decide to come.”

“Cool.” Sooah dictates her number as the girl saves it. A moment later, she hears a ping from her own phone. “Got it.” As the girl waves and starts to leave, Sooah suddenly remembers. “Hey, uh… what’s your name, by the way?”

She looks confused for a second before her eyes go wide. “Oh, God, I’m such a ditz. I’m Chaeyoung,” she says, skipping back over and sticking out her hand for Sooah to shake. “Hope to see you tonight, unnie.”

—

The sun is just setting beyond the horizon when Jimin exits the elevator of the Big Hit building into the basement, with a spirited young idol who’s apparently just made his debut.

“... saw you in Wembley, too,” he gushes, in step with Jimin. His youthful face is full of energy and wonder, and his smile is the exact kind that Big Hit looks for to plaster on billboards everywhere. “My group was in the audience - we couldn’t believe it. The stage was just on fire.”

Jimin grins, a mixture of gratitude and pride. Next to him, Hoseok cracks a bashful smile. “Oh, come on. We all saw your debut. You guys are fantastic - you’ll be at Wembley in no time.”

The younger idol - Alex (“half British, half Korean”) - almost chokes. Even taller than both of them, certainly Namjoon’s height, he looks almost deferential. “We’re just learning from you, hyung,” he says humbly. “Even the hours in the studio are crazy - but it’s worth it.”

“Make good use of the free time you have then.” In a sweet yet clear way that they must now part, Hoseok pats him on the back and waves. “Have a good evening, Alex.” He and Jimin walk towards their car as Alex goes in the other direction, his shoulders clearly reflecting the tiredness Jimin remembers from his own debut days.

“Shit, I feel for them,” he muses, watching him until he disappears behind a pillar before turning to Hoseok. “Remember when Jungkook tried to sneak us that half bucket of fried chicken and got caught?”

“And put the blame on Taehyung?” Hoseok chuckles at the memory while Jimin laughs. “Man, we really had to beat some sense into that kid.”

“Still a work in progress,” remarks Jimin as he climbs into the shotgun seat of the car. While Hoseok adjusts the rearview mirror and straps himself in, Jimin checks his hair and smirks at his reflection. “The blond really suits me, doesn’t it?” 

“I can’t believe we have to go to this,” grumbles Hoseok, sighing and reversing out of the parking spot. “Such a bad idea.”

Jimin deflates, realising that this tirade of it’s such a bad idea that had been a constant during their recording session just now, was only going to continue throughout this car ride. “Hyung, I’ll say it again. We don’t have to go.”

“Yes, we do,” mutters Hoseok, driving out of the private exit at the back of the building. “Chaeyoung invited me - because I invited her to my house. If I snub her invitation, she’ll probably go running to her brother or something.”

Jimin squints skeptically. “Really? She’ll go running to her brother if you don’t attend a house party thrown by her roommate?”

“You don’t know her like I do, Jimin.”

He rolls his eyes at Hoseok’s serious tone, unable to understand what it is about that girl Chaeyoung that riles him up. “Fine. Can we listen to music?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Jimin connects his phone to the stereo and puts it on shuffle, easily bopping to the music while Hoseok drives with a scowl on his face. Finally, he speaks again. “Hyung? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

For a moment, Jimin thinks he isn’t going to answer, but then Hoseok sighs. “Nothing.” His fingers tighten on the steering wheel. “I just don’t know how to be around her. She’s different and grown up and… we were never really friends.” He shrugs uneasily. “It’s just weird.”

Jimin nods, not quite understanding the extremity of his friend’s reaction. Still, he tries to be supportive. “Well,” he begins, shifting lower in his seat, “speaking as a person who just met her, she’s pretty nice. Fun. You’ve met her a couple times, too, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, at that shoot for Vogue - but she was only filling in for someone,” says Hoseok. “We didn’t really get an opportunity to say anything to each other except a hi.”

“It’s a good start.”

Hoseok cracks a smile. “Thanks for coming with me, though. I know I probably hijacked your Saturday night.”

“Nah, not really. I didn’t have plans.”

“And now your plans involve hanging with Chaeyoung all night.”

“I don’t mind. She’s cute.” When Jimin gets no response, he looks up and does a double take when he sees Hoseok staring at him. “What?”

“She’s cute?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Come on, hyung, don’t be weird about this,” he says dismissively. “She is cute. Jungkook thinks so, too,” he adds casually.

“Do I need to put a leash on you two or something?”

He snickers. “Kinky. Do you think Chaeyoung would -”

“I will drive us into a tree,” warns Hoseok, “and I won’t regret it.”

“No, you won’t,” he retorts, unimpressed. “This is Suga hyung’s car. And I was going to say: do you think Chaeyoung would mind that you brought me along?” Jimin clicks his tongue. “You’re being really high-strung about this. Do you have a crush on her or something?”

“Ugh. Let me know if you see a tree, yeah?” When all Jimin does is hum in response, Hoseok sighs. “I don’t think she’ll mind. She said herself that she won’t know a lot of people there, so she’ll probably be glad to see a familiar face.”

“You’ll be one of those familiar faces, too,” points out Jimin. “That’s probably why she invited you.”

“I guess.” Hoseok is quiet for a minute. “I know she’s not going to complain to her brother. It’s just easier to think that because I don’t know what she’ll do otherwise.”

“Here’s an idea: get to know her.”

Hoseok makes a choking sound. “Let’s not get carried away here. We’re not friends.”

Jimin is about to point out that they can be, but for some reason he feels as though the suggestion would be lost on his friend. He therefore leaves Hoseok to his pensive thoughts and stretches in his seat, feeling like he’d rather enjoy this impromptu weekend plan than sit around and decipher his friend’s many sounds and sighs every time Chaeyoung is brought up. In fact, if he’s learnt anything since he was a wee rookie, like that Alex they just met, it’s that free time cannot be treated callously.

With that thought, they reach Chaeyoung’s apartment twenty minutes later. The sun has now fully set and the buzz of a Saturday night is all around Hongdae. Hoseok parks a couple of buildings away and both of them keep their heads low as they pass the crowd, smoothly making it unseen.

“Jesus,” breathes Hoseok, when they step into the building. His tone betrays nothing except that of something unexpected, and Jimin can’t help but agree. Chaeyoung’s apartment is meant to be on the second floor, but it’s no matter since the entire building seems to be in party mode. It looks like how college dorms are portrayed in movies, with young adults bustling around in various styles of clothing, a thin haze of smoke permeating every corner, and thumping music that seems to be playing through the walls.

“Are you sure she lives here?” Jimin asks as they gingerly step in. He dodges a couple sharing a cigarette and grinding to the music at the same time. “Maybe you should call her.”

“No, this is it,” replies Hoseok grimly, snaking his way around a bunch of guys chugging huge mugs of beer. “Come on, I can’t wait to see how this generation parties.”

As it turns out, the aforementioned generation parties alright. The door to Chaeyoung’s apartment, while open, is still on a floor that’s less crowded. There isn’t as much smoke and most of the partying seems to be happening indoors. 

Hoseok and Jimin pause at the door, peering in hesitantly. Jimin, at least, recognises no one - although he sees a couple of people do a double take at the sight of him. He smiles back charmingly while next to him, Hoseok gets on the tips of his toes, as though hoping to spot Chaeyoung in the middle of the party.

“Let’s just go inside,” suggests Jimin, and pulls Hoseok with him by the arm. The apartment is small but lively, seemingly held together at the seams, but has the unmistakable air of cool. Jimin can tell, especially when they walk further into the apartment and he catches a glimpse of someone familiar.

“What the -” 

But she’s disappeared. Jimin frowns, knowing it’s too much of a coincidence for Sooah to be at this party, this awfully random party, but also knowing that he’d recognise her face anywhere. “Hey, hyung, did you just see -”

“Chae!” Hoseok’s voice is filled with a mixture of exasperation and relief, and Jimin turns to see Chaeyoung making her way through the crowd towards them, a glass of dark liquid in her hand.

“Hey, you came!” She sounds bright and cheerful, not to mention rather relieved as well. “And you brought Jimin! Hey,” she adds with a light laugh, reaching up to give him a one-armed hug. Jimin raises his eyebrows at Hoseok’s stony face over her shoulder and stifles a laugh.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he says cheerfully, straightening his jacket and running a hand through his hair, trying not to make it too obvious that he’s still searching for the face he knows he saw. He forces himself to look at Chaeyoung. “Nice party.”

“My roommate’s party,” she corrects, shrugging and looking around. “I unfortunately don’t have friends cool enough to smoke out of rolled up bills and still be doing body shots in this day and age.” She chuckles, but doesn’t sound judgmental. “It’s fun, though. You look great,” she adds, fingering the lapel of his jacket.

“Hey, thanks. You, too.”

“Thanks,” she replies sheepishly, sounding slightly self-conscious. “You look good, too, oppa,” she says after a moment, turning to Hoseok.

Hoseok, who’d been watching this exchange with no signs of amusement, takes a moment to realise he’s being spoken to. “Oh, uh - thank you. So do you,” he says a moment later, glancing and immediately averting his eyes from her bare legs under the short skirt she’s wearing.

Chaeyoung seems satisfied with this level of small talk. “You guys should meet Sungmi - she should be here somewhere…” She trails off, peering at the crowd.

“And Sungmi is… your senior?”

“Yeah, from college. Her boyfriend is here, too,” she adds, turning back around and taking a sip of her drink. “He’s pretty cool. Kind of quiet. But his tattoos are rad.”

Hoseok raises his eyebrows while Jimin makes a noise of appreciation, still subtly searching the crowd for her. “What, uh, what kind of tattoos?” asks the former.

“Nothing much. A tattoo sleeve on his arm, a bunch of stuff on his back,” she supplies, her head bopping subtly to the music. “The usual. His cousin’s are even cooler.”

“His -”

“Yeah, they hang out here a lot. Oh, there he is!” She points to the far end of the living room where a guy in his late twenties emerges out of a hallway, a tall girl swaying to the music beside him. His hair is a frozen blue, and Chaeyoung seems to have missed his most important tattoo - the one on his face. “That’s Ice, and Sungmi with him.”

Even Jimin lets out a low whistle, glancing over at Hoseok who looks scandalised. Neither of them bother to ask if his name really is Ice.

“How, uh -” Hoseok swallows. “And, uh, where - where did she meet this gentleman?”

“A concert.”

“Yeah? What was he doing at the concert?”

Chaeyoung gives him a look. “I don’t know. What do you do at a concert?”

Jimin snickers while Hoseok narrows his eyes. “I perform. What does Ice do?”

“Oh. Duh.” She lets out a light laugh. “He was just in the crowd. She met him while he was filming the mosh pit.”

Hoseok chokes just as the most familiar face comes back into view for Jimin - and this time, she spots him, too. “Of course,” he whispers, his heart already racing as her eyes light up with recognition.

Next to him, his friend seems to spot her, too. “Hey, is that Sooah?”

Chaeyoung frowns in surprise and turns around as Sooah makes her way over to them. In a shimmery top and black jeans, she looks, once again, like she just heard about this party and turned up to it, dressed to perfection for the occasion. 

“Guys, hi!” She sounds more relieved than any of them at the sight of familiar people and immediately reaches up to give Jimin a hug before moving to Hoseok. “I had no idea you’d be here,” she adds, sounding slightly breathless and turning to Chaeyoung.

“Yeah, same here -” Jimin starts to say, but Chaeyoung beats him to it.

“Wait,” she says, pointing to Sooah and Jimin, “how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, we’re -” She catches Jimin’s eye and gives him a small smile. “We’re old friends.” She looks at Hoseok. “How do you guys know each other?”

“Same,” replies Hoseok, gesturing to Chaeyoung. “We’re old… neighbours.”

Chaeyoung wrinkles her nose. “Smooth.”

Hoseok makes a face while Jimin swallows, feeling the familiar rush of excitement and anticipation at seeing his ex-girlfriend. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says.

“I didn’t either,” she agrees, taking a sip of her drink - a whiskey, from the looks of it - and nodding. “It was shaping up to be a pretty shit weekend in all, but then someone -” She throws a friendly arm around Chaeyoung’s shoulders and squeezes it “- invited a practical stranger to a party at her house.”

Chaeyoung chuckles, a faint blush spreading to her cheeks. “You’re not a stranger. Today was our fifth class together,” she points out. “But I’m glad you know these guys,” she adds, pointing at Jimin and Hoseok. “I was feeling a bit guilty, thinking you’d only have me and your boyfriend for company.”

Jimin’s mind does a double take but he can’t immediately pinpoint why. When he notices Sooah’s gaze flicker to him, he remembers.

I was a bit nervous to tell you that I’m seeing someone, if I’m being honest.

He’d balked at the word “seeing” but thankfully, Chaeyoung’s remark answers a question he didn’t think he’d be able to bring himself to ask - at least, not without letting Sooah think he really cared.

“You guys should meet him, too,” she says lightly after a moment. “He’s really great.”

“Of course,” he says, glad to hear his voice sounds normal, for if he really thinks about it, he doesn’t mind. 

As he thinks about it, he scans the crowd, automatically wondering which one of the guys in this room could be Sooah’s new boyfriend. There’s the one in the middle of a circle by the sofas with a charming smile and a girl on either side of him; if this were high school, this guy would be Jimin’s first guess. But if she doesn’t know anyone at this party then neither does her boyfriend, so Jimin moves on.

There’s another guy by the dining table where all the drinks are, wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket - in the summer: also potentially Sooah’s type. Then there’s one by the balcony, not really standing outside but not standing inside either, smoking a cigarette while he stands alone. Not quite Sooah’s type of boyfriend, but definitely Sooah’s type of distraction.

Jimin’s brought out of his surveillance when Hoseok nudges him. “I’m going to get a drink,” he says, somewhat pointedly. “You want one, too?”

“Um…” He meets Sooah’s gaze, who gives him an innocent smile. Fighting one of his own, he shakes his head. “You go ahead. I’ll, uh… I’ll think about what I want.”

“Okay.” Hoseok shrugs and turns to Chaeyoung, his tone shifting. “Alright, what have you kids got to drink here?”

She clicks her tongue as they walk away. “Sungmi is, like, two years younger than you, oppa…”

Jimin watches them, fully aware of Sooah taking a couple forward until she’s right next to him. He catches a faint whiff of her perfume, something like roses and sugar.

“You look great,” she says, giving his frame a quick once-over.

He tries, for a moment, to think of something witty to say but gives up. “Thanks. You, too. But you know that,” he adds.

“I hoped.” She nudges his shoulder softly. “I’m really glad to see you.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Sooah holds his gaze for a second before her shoulders fall slightly. “Come on, Chim. This isn’t going to be awkward, is it?”

Jimin flushes, suddenly feeling rather juvenile. “Of course not. It’s really good to see you, too, Sooah,” he says after a moment, realising he means it.

“Great.” Sooah nods in what he imagines is sympathy. “I would… really like for you to meet him.” There’s no need to specify who “him” is referring to. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Of course. Sooah, come on, I know we were… fooling around,” he says, and they share a sheepish smile, “but we haven’t dated in years.”

“Five years, to be exact,” she remembers softly.

He swallows. “Yeah. We’ve both dated since then. It’s not a big deal,” he adds, not fully sure if he even believes it himself.

Sooah watches him for a moment before nodding. “That’s true. I guess we’ve just never been friends while dating someone else. This would be the first time.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

She laughs and squeezes his shoulder. “I have faith in you, Chim.”

“And I have faith in you. Which is why I hope that I didn’t get replaced by a guy wearing metallic buckles in his jacket.”

She immediately turns in the direction he’s gesturing in, before snorting. “God, no. It would be so difficult to take off,” she adds cheekily.

“That’s what I thought.” He taps his temple dramatically. “The guy with the red hair, though -” He points at the makeshift bar, “he just drank the foam out of the mug while he poured his beer.” He lets out a low whistle. “Come on, that’s got to be impressive.”

“Everything a girl looks for in a guy,” she agrees dryly. “Any other guesses?”

Jimin grins, for this exercise feels like a crash course in Sooah’s romantic past - the one list Sooah has admitted in the past that was topped by him. 

“Oh, I don’t know. How about that one over there? We all know how much you love facial piercings.”

“A real winner.”

“And he’s got one of those cool wrap-around earphones. Sooah, you may just have hit a jackpot with -” He breaks off when he sees Sooah’s gaze shift to something behind him.

“All worthy guesses, Chim,” she begins, clearly trying to suppress a smile, “but it’s time you met the real one.” She pats his shoulder and grins. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Jimin takes a second to process this abrupt change in topic but turns to watch her wade through the crowd, only to reach -

“Fuck.”

The word falls out of his mouth before he can help it, and he hasn’t a clue what it means. All he knows is that when he sees Sooah reach up to hug debut rookie half-British-half-Korean Alex, he almost wonders for a moment if coincidences really do occur in the universe or if the universe just enjoys fucking with him.

As Sooah brings Alex over, Jimin is suddenly conscious of his hands. They hang by his side uselessly before he quickly stuffs them into the pockets of his jacket, just as Alex catches sight of him.

“Jimin sunbaenim!” Alex exclaims, loud enough that a couple of people even turn to look. “Sorry,” he mutters sheepishly. “I didn’t know you were going to be here, too! Sooah, do - do you know him?”

Sooah doesn’t speak for a moment. She looks up at him and nods before, with what looks like an enormous effort, she turns to Jimin. “Yeah, we know each other from school,” she says to Alex, while her gaze bores into Jimin’s, as though daring him to say something.

Jimin, for all his self-control, gives her a wide smile. “It’s true,” he agrees. “Sooah was the most popular girl in our class.”

“Really?” Alex grins down at her and they seem to share a momentary private joke. “Somehow, I can believe that.”

“And Jimin was the best dancer in our class,” she adds, nudging his arm. “And the best at math.”

“I can believe that, too. The dance part, not the math,” corrects Alex immediately. “I mean - I’m sure you were good at math, too, hyung.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence before Jimin chuckles. “It’s okay. You didn’t tell me this was your night off.”

“Big Hit must have gotten more lenient over time,” offers Sooah, giving him a knowing look.

Alex doesn’t catch on. “We’ve been rehearsing for three days straight so they gave us tonight to go home. But I haven’t seen Sooah in a while, so…” He shrugs and puts an arm around her shoulder. Jimin is surprised to see the smile that involuntarily appears on her face, when Alex continues. “You would know what that’s like, though, hyung.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment. “It’s the price of debuting,” he says finally, slowly looking over at Sooah, whose smile fades slightly. 

“Seems like it’s worth it.” Before Jimin can process why this response stings something ancient in his heart, she turns to Alex. “Let’s get you a drink?”

“Oh…” He winces apologetically. “Sorry, noona, I can’t drink tonight. We have that shoot tomorrow…”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.” She bites her lip before linking her arm with his. “Alright. Why don’t you come with me while I get a drink? You should say hi to Chaeyoung, too.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you around, sunbaenim,” he says to Jimin, eyes shining, before he and Sooah leave for the drinks’ table.

Years and years ago, when Jimin had first accompanied Sooah to one of their high school parties, he had wondered for the umpteenth time whether they even made sense together. When they were alone, they did. They laughed, bickered, kissed in empty classrooms and texted all night underneath the covers. Beautiful, popular Kim Sooah was goofy and silly and funny and adorable, and Jimin felt like he’d won the lottery at sixteen.

But out in public, Kim Sooah was Kim Sooah, and Jimin was the boyfriend that everyone subconsciously frowned at momentarily before smiling and introducing themselves. Sooah hadn’t left his side, though, not even when her friends had called her over, not when the drinking games had commenced. She’d given him his first drink - a vodka - a little hesitantly.

“This doesn’t make me a bad influence, does it?” 

She’d bit her lip, red and plump, as she tugged her tube top up her chest. Jimin, who’d been fairly curious about alcohol anyway, had only one answer in mind.

“Of course not,” he’d said, smiling and taking the glass. “I need to fit in with your friends eventually, don’t I?”

“Don’t worry about them,” she’d said dismissively. “It doesn’t matter what they think. You don’t have to drink that if you don’t want, Jimin.”

He appreciated it, but Jimin knew he had a rare opportunity. Boys like him didn’t attract the attention of girls like Kim Sooah; if he had any hope of sustaining this, he needed to prove he could fit in with the cool kids.

Across the room, Sooah mixes herself a gin cocktail, hands moving with ease. Next to her, Alex reads the label of a soju bottle before muttering something to her that makes her laugh and nod. 

“Wow, you’re Jimin, right? From BTS?”

Startled, Jimin turns to see a girl about his height, her face flushed as she takes in his appearance. 

“Um -” He clears his throat. “That’s right.”

“Wow, I can’t believe it,” she breathes. Behind her, a couple of more people spot him, their eyes going wide. “Can I take a selfie with you?”

“Uh, sure.” Before he knows it, she’s leaned over to him and raised her phone, clicking a series of pictures in succession in which she’s pouting and he’s just about registering what’s happening.

“Thank you,” she gushes, reaching over and giving him a half-hug that he returns hesitantly. “Find me later,” she says in a low voice before stepping away. “If you’re still here.”

It takes Jimin a moment to gather his bearings, even as a lightness spreads through his insides. Suddenly confident, he struts over to where Sooah is standing next to the mantle, this time by herself. 

“So,” he begins, leaning against the wall next to her as she scrolls through her phone, drink in her other hand. “Where’s my biggest fan?”

Sooah doesn’t even look up. “Probably in a dark room somewhere, stalking your flight schedule?”

“Not him,” says Jimin, unfazed. “My other biggest fan.” He leans closer to her, his bangs brushing hers. “Noona.”

“Don’t start, Jimin.”

He laughs. “What? I thought you hated being called noona.”

“I don’t hate it.”

“Really? You threw a piece of chalk at Taehyung’s head when he called you that once.”

“That’s because he was fucking with me,” she clarifies, finally looking up at him and holding up a finger. “Secondly, it’s a little hard to get annoyed by it as you get older. There’s too many people calling you that all of a sudden.”

“Including your boyfriend. Where is he, by the way?” Jimin asks, scanning the crowd briefly.

“He ran into someone he knew.” Sooah turns to face him, leaning sideways against the wall. “Jimin.”

“Sooah.” He grins down at her, his gaze involuntarily flickering to her red lips. “Did he mention that I ran into him at Big Hit?”

“No. Was he supposed to?”

“Fans do that sometimes. How have we never been introduced before? I mean, we seem to have a lot in common.”

Sooah scoffs. “This might surprise you, but you are not first in line of the people I want to introduce my boyfriend to. But wait a second,” she adds, straightening up slightly, “weren’t you dating a girl, too? When do I get to meet her?” She looks around, as though hoping to spot her. “You didn’t bring her?”

Jimin frowns and it takes him a second to place the name. Ahnjong. The name, still one of the sweetest he’s ever heard, swims through his mind, as does the disastrous ending to their date two months ago.

“Yeah, that…” He rubs the back of his neck. “We, uh… we decided to see other people.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Not like, say, your boyfriend.”

“Jimin,” she repeats.

“Sooah.”

She sighs. “God, you’re cocky.”

Jimin chuckles as she rolls her eyes. “Hey, I love my fans, alright? They are what keep me going, Sooah. You should be more respectful of that.”

“Shut up.”

“What? You used to be one of them,” he reminds her.

“Yeah, and now I’m dating one of them.” She holds his gaze. “He’s my boyfriend, Jimin.”

“He’s a rookie.”

Sooah raises an eyebrow. “And?”

Whatever Jimin had been about to say goes straight out the window in an instant. “And…” He pauses, desperate suddenly to change tacks “… where does he find the time to date?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Where did you find the time to date?”

“I didn’t,” he points out forcefully. “That was the problem, apparently.”

“That was not the -“ Sooah breaks off abruptly, exhaling. “No. No,” she mutters, shaking her head before looking up at Jimin. “You really want to do this now?”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” he shoots back, even as his heart races. All it takes is a momentary lapse of emotion for them to fall back into the darkest pits of their history, and Jimin isn’t sure she wants that. Not with her new boyfriend in the vicinity.

Sooah sighs and looks away uncomfortably. “Look, aside from the girl that I met at yoga class today for the first time, I don’t know a single person here. Except for you.” She tilts her head and frowns slightly. “Can we please not do this now?”

A vision of teenage Kim Sooah, soft cheeks and sparkling eyes, whining cutely at him for the first time clouds Jimin’s mind. Even sweaty after volleyball practice with her hair unbrushed and tumbling down her shoulders, she was irresistible.

“You know Hoseok hyung,” he points out after a moment, mimicking her position.

She shakes her head. “Doesn’t count. He’s busy. In fact,” she continues, just as Jimin opens his mouth “word on the street is, he’s been prowling around the apartment and was last seen in the kitchen, taking pictures.”

He frowns. “What? Like, selfies?”

“No, pictures of the kitchen.” Sooah drops her hands from her hips to her sides. “I mean, I’m sorry to tell you this, Jimin, but your friend might be a crazy person.”

None of this makes a jot of sense to Jimin. He stares at her before clearing his throat. “Okay, we’ll - we’ll circle back to that,” he says quickly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So… what? We’re going to play drinking games until your boyfriend joins us?”

“Yes,” she answers, looking relieved. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.” 

“Fine. Twenty questions.” He smirks.

Sooah rolls her eyes. “Oh, God. Okay, twenty questions. But I’m warning you, you may not actually want the answers to some of your questions.” Her gaze darts to something over his shoulder and Jimin turns to see Alex wave back as he talks to a girl. “Do you mind if he joins us?”

Do I ever. “Hey,” he says, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I am all for hanging out with -“

“Do not say my biggest fans.”

Jimin scoffs. “I was going to say… I’m all for hanging out with my ex-girlfriend’s… new boyfriend.”

Sooah gives him a look before chuckling. “You are so transparent, Chim.”

Jimin laughs. “What? You can invite him if you want.”

“Nobody should play drinking games with you,” she states, poking him in the chest. “Not without supervision.”

He nudges her shoulder playfully with his. “You’re supervising me, aren’t you?”

“And we both know I’m a really good influence.” She taps his shoulder and grabs his arm, steering him to the drinks table. “Go on, choose your poison. Oh, wait, I know your poison,” she chuckles, grabbing the vodka and cranberry juice.

Jimin snickers as she makes him his drink, taking sips of her own from next to her. When she hands him the pink cocktail, smelling like just the right combination of sweetness and youth, he suddenly feels as though the entire night was leading to this: a wild Saturday night with Kim Sooah.

“Cheers.” She clinks his glass with his and watches as he takes the first sip, grinning when he dramatically smacks his lips.

“You can become a great bartender,” he tells her genuinely, his face already feeling warm from the vodka. “If this entire event planning thing doesn’t work.”

“It’s worked out well so far,” she says serenely. “I get to meet a lot of pretty cool people that way.”

Jimin bites his lip, remembering the last time he’d attended an event she was working at. He wonders if she’s truly being so bold as to bring that up, when he remembers that a work event is also where she’d met Alex. His drink seems less pink all of a sudden.

Sooah doesn’t seem to notice. “Okay, I’m going to go rescue Alex now,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

“For twenty questions?”

“Or something.” She rolls her eyes but smiles, already taking a step in Alex’s direction. “Don’t make me regret this, Chim.”

Jimin simply raises his glass in response as he watches her go. Across the room, Alex doesn’t seem at all like he needs rescuing; his smile is the smile, the media smile that’s drilled into every trainee as he nods at the girls speaking to him. 

It’s not quite Sooah’s move, he reflects. Jealousy had never been part of the many issues they had dealt with, which made sense given that there had never been another person that had entered their relationship. Just the two of them had been enough for it to implode each time. 

As she reaches Alex and joins the conversation with ease, however, it occurs to Jimin that his data points are limited to their relationship only - and just because she wasn’t jealous with him, doesn’t mean she doesn’t get jealous at all. 

The realisation confuses him to no end, as does the annoyance that comes with it. He gives her a proper once-over; she’s as gorgeous and sexy as ever, still somehow the life of the party despite not knowing anyone, but the attraction ends there. There’s too much baggage that prevents him from going further and the fact that one of them is in a relationship can finally signal the end of their ambiguous connection.

Sooah leans into Alex’s side then and he puts his arm around her shoulder. Jimin rolls his eyes, deciding he can’t watch this anymore; just because they’ve moved on doesn’t mean he needs a front row seat for their honeymoon period. He turns around and heads into the kitchen, only to be met by Hoseok with his phone pointed at nothing in particular.

“Uh, hyung?” Jimin steps in gingerly. “What are you -”

“Look at this,” interrupts Hoseok, not taking his eyes off the screen until he clicks a picture. He points to something in one of the lower cabinets and Jimin peers over his shoulder to check it out. “Look at how close the gas line is to that plug point.”

“The -”

“What if it sparks?” Hoseok shakes his head, eyes wide and manic. “The entire apartment could catch fire!”

“That’s a bit unlikely,” points out Jimin hesitantly. “And… why are you taking a picture of it?”

“I’m sending it to her brother,” he mutters, going back to examining the offending gas line. “God, this is so typical of Chaeyoung. So irresponsible.”

“So your solution is to tattle on her?”

“Well, she’s not going to listen to me.” Hoseok scoffs, turning and pointing to one of the upper cabinets. “Look here. Do you see that?” he asks, tapping a splintered piece of wood jutting out at his eye level. “I almost knocked my head on it.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Well… she’s about six inches shorter than you so it’s probably not as much a problem for her?”

“Irrelevant,” he dismisses immediately. “Anyone could get hurt. Look, I don’t like having to take such drastic measures, alright?” he continues. “But believe me, she is going to resist every single suggestion that either of us -“

At that moment, a shorter figure comes barrelling into the kitchen, leaving a faint flowery scent in her wake.

“Oh, God, it’s true,” she exclaims with dread. Reaching forward and snatching Hoseok’s camera, she gasps as she sees the picture on it. “Jesus Christ, oppa, why do you have to be such a freak?”

“I’m the freak? Look at your gas line!” 

“There is nothing wrong with -”

“Chae - do you have any idea how dangerous it is to have it so exposed that it’s -”

“It doesn’t even matter! It’s not my apartment,” she reminds him, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. “It’s Sungmi’s, and I can’t go around changing things without discussing them with her.”

Hoseok glares at her before exhaling through his nose, apparently trying to calm himself. “What about this?” he demands, pointing at the broken cabinet.

Chaeyoung raises her eyebrows “What about it?”

“Do you need her permission to get things fixed, too?”

“Um, kind of, yeah,” she answers, looking a bit incredulous now. “I can’t afford to get things fixed by myself in any case. And besides,” she continues, reaching up and tapping the piece of wood, “neither Sungmi or I can even reach this.”

“I’m sure Chan will be more than happy to help you out.”

Even Jimin, who hasn’t known Chaeyoung very long at all, knows from the way her eyes widen that this was the wrong thing to say.

“Oh, of course you think Chan needs to come to my rescue!” She scoffs and places her drink on the counter with a loud thud. “You really don’t think I can make it a second without my perfect brother, do you?”

“That’s not what I meant! I just - okay, I’ll pay for it,” he backtracks hastily. “I don’t mind, really, just as long as you -”

“Seriously? I don’t even know when I’ll be able to pay you back.”

“You don’t have to -”

But Chaeyoung cuts him off. “And you’re overreacting, oppa,” she informs him, folding her arms across her chest. “The only person who can even reach this is Ice, and he’s never brought it up in all the -”

“Ice? How often is he over here?” He whips around to look at Jimin, as though expecting him to have the answer. Before Jimin can stutter out a response, however, someone else joins them in the kitchen.

“Hey,” a voice drawls, sounding like it’s coming from miles away. Everyone turns to see the aforementioned Ice, blue-grey hair, facial tattoo and crooked smile on full display. In one hand is a glass of whiskey and in the other, a joint between his fingers. “Thought I heard someone say my name.”

“Oh… hey, Ice,” says Chaeyoung, taking a step back.

“Hey, hey,” he replies, swaggering into the kitchen with that distinct aura of speaking from far away. “Everyone having fun?” he asks, reaching down to hug Chaeyoung without warning, who simply pats his shoulder as he steps away. 

Ice doesn’t seem to realise, drifting sideways to hug Jimin next. “It’s a party, yo,” he informs them, raising his joint. “Come on in, man,” he says to Hoseok, apparently waiting for a hug. When he doesn’t move, Jimin suppresses a snort, immediately burying his face into his glass. 

Ice frowns, looking mildly confused. “No?” He places a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder. “I like this one,” he says to no one in particular.

Hoseok, clearly speechless, simply stares at Ice’s hand before looking back at him, and then at Chaeyoung as if to say Really?

Even Chaeyoung shrugs, looking somewhat embarrassed until a few more people enter the kitchen and Ice is successfully distracted. 

Jimin, who had been greatly enjoying the episode between Hoseok and this girl from his past who irritated the life out of him, takes this opportunity to intervene.

“Alright, who needs another drink?” he asks in a low voice so only the two of them can hear.

Chaeyoung turns to him as though just realising he’s there. “Jimin,” she states, “will you please tell Hoseok that he’s being insane?”

“Oh, grow up, will you?” Hoseok snaps back.

“You grow up -“

“Okayyy, tensions are high,” interrupts Jimin soothingly, “because everybody’s too sober.” He turns Chaeyoung around by the shoulders and steers her out of the kitchen. Hoseok follows without a word, rolling his eyes.

They reach the drinks table again where Sooah seems to have successfully rescued her boyfriend. 

“Sooah!” Jimin points at Chaeyoung and Hoseok frantically. “We have a sobriety emergency for you.”

“On it,” she replies, without missing a beat. “Cosmo for you and… Hoseok? For you?”

“I’m driving,” he answers sullenly.

“We’ll get Suga hyung to pick us up,” interjects Jimin hastily. “He’ll have tequila,” he tells Sooah.

“Perfect.” She bustles around the tables, gathering her paraphernalia and mixing a row of drinks with precision. Jimin watches with admiration, amusement and a bit of nostalgia while stealing glances at Hoseok and Chaeyoung beside him, both of whom glare in opposite directions.

“Alright, drink up, everyone.” Sooah passes a drink each to Hoseok and Chaeyoung, followed by one for Jimin. “You need to freshen yours up, too,” she adds with a smirk.

He holds up his half-finished drink. “But I’m not -” He breaks off when Sooah clinks her own half-empty glass with his. “Right.”

“Bottoms up, Chim.”

Both of them guzzle down their drinks in one go before emerging, warm and flushed. Jimin’s face feels like it’s on fire and his throat burns. But when he spots Sooah shaking out her hair and reaching enthusiastically for her fresh drink, he rallies.

“Cheers, guys,” he says, turning so that Hoseok and Chaeyoung can clink their glasses, too, when he notices something amiss. “Alex,” he adds, raising his eyebrows. “No drink for you?”

Alex, standing a step behind Sooah and smiling as he watched them drink, looks surprised to be spoken to. “Oh, I - I have rehearsal tomorrow.”

“And?”

“And… well, I don’t – I don’t want to be hungover during it.” He chuckles sheepishly. “Yeonjun hyung will kill me.”

“One drink won’t get you hungover,” says Jimin dismissively, reaching for a can of beer on the table and tossing it to him, which he catches at the last moment. 

“You don’t have to drink that, Alex.” Sooah cuts in. “Jimin.”

“What?” Jimin half-chuckles, but there’s suddenly far less humour in it. “He can’t be the only one not drinking. They’re called drinking games for a reason.”

“I don’t mind,” says Alex quickly. “It’s just one drink, noona. And… beer doesn’t have sugar,” he adds a bit uncertainly, glancing at the label.

“Exactly. And he’ll work off the carbs at practice tomorrow, anyway.” Jimin grins. “Been there, done that.”

Sooah fixes him with a steely look that he returns innocently, taking a sip of his vodka drink. Behind her, Alex’s face seems to crease at the mention of carbs. 

“Just one,” he mutters to himself, before holding it a few inches away and cracking it open. A bit of foam overflows and drips on the floor, but he takes a big gulp anyway. “Good beer,” he says after a moment.

“We also have breezers -” Chaeyoung starts to say but Hoseok catches her eye and shakes his head an infinitesimal amount, causing her to fall silent.

“Alright, now that everyone has their drinks,” continues Jimin, deliberately not looking at Sooah, “we can begin. Twenty questions, you said?”

“You said. And drinking games are perfectly possible without alcohol,” adds Sooah, apparently not about to let this go. “Remember your first drinking game?”

Jimin’s smile fades a bit as flashes surface from the recesses of his memory: a crowded house, a glass of Coke - and laughter from his classmates. Sooah hadn’t rushed to his defense this quickly then. 

“Yeah, I remember,” he replies after a moment. “Just making sure Alex doesn’t make the same mistake.”

“That’s not your call, though. He can decide what he wants to do.”

“Wow, did you hear that, oppa?” Chaeyoung pipes up. “Sound familiar?”

Hoseok scoffs. “Seriously? How is what I said similar to this?”

“It’s the way you said it, like you think I can’t do a single thing right.”

“That sounds familiar,” mutters Jimin into his drink, just loud enough for Sooah to hear.

“Oh, God, Jimin,” she snaps, rolling her eyes. “Now you’re just reaching. You can drink if you want, but you don’t get to tell others how to -”

“It’s a party! Let loose here because you can’t anywhere else - remember when you told me that?”

“I remember that that was in the context of you worrying about your math homework at a party, Jimin.” 

Jimin gasps, his cheeks growing hot. “Never have I ever worried about my math -”

“Oh, are we playing Never Have I Ever?” A voice interrupts them, sounding incongruously excited. Everyone turns to see Sungmi and her boyfriend Ice in tow, holding a drink and a joint respectively. When no one responds, she frowns. “No? Damn, this party must be going worse than I thought.”

“We can play Never Have I Ever,” offers Chaeyoung, turning to the others. “I’ll go first. Never have I ever… poked my nose in someone else’s business,” she finishes, looking straight at Hoseok.

He gives her an unimpressed look and takes an exaggerated sip of his drink, wincing slightly. Meanwhile, everyone else in the circle takes a sip as well, some sheepish, some shameless and, in Jimin’s case, with a bit of guilt. 

“Your turn, Jimin,” says Chaeyoung, sounding satisfied.

“Okay, um…” Jimin wracks his brain, the alcohol suddenly making his mind swim. “Never have I ever dated a carbon copy of my ex.”

He watches as all the expression leaves Sooah’s face, but he turns away, looking questioningly at everyone in the circle. Hoseok wrinkles his nose while Chaeyoung snorts and shakes her head. Sungmi tilts her head thoughtfully and takes a sip, however. Across the makeshift circle, Sooah deliberately places her glass on the table while, to Jimin’s surprise, Alex takes a small sip of his beer.

“Alright, your turn, hyung,” says Jimin after a moment.

Hoseok’s eyes widen as he scrambles for a question. “Um, never have I ever… been to a party where I don’t know a single person apart from the host?”

Every single person in the circle takes a drink, including Ice, who takes a sip of his girlfriend’s. 

“That was a good one,” remarks Sungmi, smiling with humour. “Okay, I’m next - and we’re going to make this exciting now,” she adds, rubbing her hands dramatically. “Okay, never have I ever… had a sex dream about someone in this room.”

A sort of silence seems to spread through the circle. Swallowing, Jimin takes a hesitant sip of his drink, glancing as quickly as he can at Sooah. She takes a sip, too, her eyes on the contents of her glass the entire time. Apart from them, Alex takes a sheepish sip, and Sungmi and Ice both take turns as well. Jimin feels something move next to his elbow but ignores it, eager to move the game along.

“Babe, that was an easy one,” drawls Ice, winking at the circle. “We’re all people, we all love, we all dream,” he rambles, taking another long puff of his joint. “I’ve had dreams, too, you know? I’ve had dreams about my lovely lady here -” He pulls Sungmi to his side by the waist and kisses her neck “- I’ve had dreams about my tattoo artist, I’ve have had dreams of Sungmi and my tattoo artist, Sungmi and her roommate -”

“Wait, what did you say?” Hoseok begins sharply, but Chaeyoung immediately interrupts him.

“Okay, no, the game, the game! Uh, Ice - it’s your turn, I think,” she adds hastily, stepping closer to Jimin. But Ice waves a hand good-naturedly.

“Nah, I’m good, sweetheart. I live here, in the mind and the -”

“Okay, moving on,” interrupts Sungmi, and Jimin guesses her boyfriend has finally made her uncomfortable as well. “It’s, uh - your turn,” she says, pointing at Alex. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, I’m -”

“This is Alex,” says Jimin brightly. “He’s Sooah’s boyfriend.” Sungmi’s blank expression tells Jimin a moment later that she obviously has no idea who Sooah is either, but she shrugs eventually.

“You go, Alex.”

“Um -” With his wide eyes, full and parted lips, and his hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, he looks like every label’s dream idol. Jimin taps his foot impatiently, an act that doesn’t go unnoticed by a few others.

“Okay, uh, never have I -”

“Make it a good one, Alex,” warns Sungmi.

“Ah, I’m sure he will, unnie,” snickers Chaeyoung, raising her glass encouragingly. “Come on, Alex, the pressure is on!”

“- ever - okay -”

“They’re just kidding, babe,” murmurs Sooah with a smile, squeezing his arm.

“Only a bit,” adds Jimin, winking and ignoring her frown.

“- lost my virginity to someone in this room!”

Everyone processes this before a few chuckles break out. “Alright, that was a good one,” allows Sungmi. “Not one I can drink to, unfortunately.”

“Yeah, we may have gone into historic territory here,” agrees Chaeyoung, “but you just made the game a lot more interesting. Cheers.”

No one seems to notice Jimin and Sooah lock gazes for a moment before quietly sipping their drinks. Memories that Jimin had always treasured threaten to resurface, but there is nothing he wants to be reminded of less at the moment. 

“Your turn, Sooah.” Alex nudges her gently. 

“Right.” She clears her throat and stares at the floor. “Never have I ever lied to someone while breaking up with them.”

Jimin scoffs audibly but it fortunately gets drowned in a sea of agreement, with almost everyone taking a sip of their drink. He doesn’t, however, shaking his head slightly at Sooah. A part of him is unsurprised; this had to happen eventually. There was seldom a time when he and Sooah got together and didn’t begin descending into their history - and it was never pretty.

“My turn, then,” chimes Chaeyoung. Her drink is almost over now and she stumbles slightly next to him. “Um… never have I ever been cheated on.”

Sungmi rolls her eyes and drinks, as does Hoseok. Across from the circle, Sooah lifts her drink to her mouth and pauses for a moment before drinking. Her eyes flicker to Jimin before looking away.

His heart thuds in his chest. Nothing would ever be good enough for Kim Sooah. Not two years of a relationship, not how much they meant to each other - none of it. All that would ever matter to her would be how they broke up - even if part of it wasn’t true.

“Jimin?”

He comes out of it, chewing the inside of his lip. “Never have I ever…” His eyes dart up to Alex, who seems to be realising that something is awry. “... dated another idol’s ex-girlfriend.”

No one drinks, predictably. Jimin ignores the “huh?”s and the joking groans, his gaze solely on Alex who, frowning at Jimin, slowly takes a sip of his drink. Next to him, Sooah closes her eyes. 

Jimin waits to feel victorious, for it’s clear that Alex now knows about his and Sooah’s shared history. But a deep-seated bitterness creeps through instead. New boyfriend in, old boyfriend out.

“Okay… who’s next?”

“Oh, that’s me, I think,” says Hoseok distractedly, reaching out to steady Chaeyoung. “Um - I don’t know. Can I pass?”

“I’ll take your turn.” Sooah’s voice rings out, calm and sharp. She looks at Jimin through steely, heavy-lidded eyes; standing next to a tall and handsome boyfriend, Jimin can almost imagine this is high school once again - but in a parallel universe where she would ever look at him with anything but affection.

“Never have I ever caused a friend’s break-up.”

There are scoffs from around the circle, with Sungmi and Ice both taking a sip each. From next to him, Chaeyoung takes a sheepish sip as well, while Jimin glares at Sooah. The cranberry and vodka drink suddenly looks vile in his glass and he feels like he could throw up.

“Think I need some air,” he mutters, turning around and leaving the circle amidst the mild chatter. He places the glass on some surface on the way as he nudges his way through the crowd of drunken young adults. He just about exits the apartment when he realises he has no plan whatsoever of where to go, but he knows he can’t go back. So he carries on, reaching the end of the hallway where the warm summer breeze of the night gives him some respite from the haze of smoke at the party.

He hears footsteps behind him then, right on cue.

“Storming out, Jimin?” The footsteps stop abruptly. “Really?”

He doesn’t even turn around. “Don’t start, Sooah.”

“Jesus Christ. You have to grow out of this.”

“Grow out of this?” Jimin finally whips around, momentarily surprised to see her standing so close to him. Goosebumps have erupted on her bare shoulders but she doesn’t seem to have noticed.

“Yeah. It’s been long enough.” Sooah gives him a distinctly unimpressed look, as though this fight isn’t worth her time.

“You know what? Why don’t you just go back to your boyfriend?” Jimin says scathingly.

“I will, just as soon you stop - okay, no, you are not walking away from me right now.”

Jimin rounds on her the moment he hears footsteps behind him again. “You completely attacked me in there!” he blurts out accusingly.

“Because you attacked Alex!” Sooah sighs in frustration. “He’s my boyfriend, Jimin. You can’t go there - you know that.”

“You’ve known Alex for three months. And you’ve known me for six years, Sooah,” he reminds her, knowing deep down that it hardly matters. But the words spill out like they’ve been pressing up against his vocal chords, desperate to get out since the evening began.

She’s quiet for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, well.” She gives him a look that’s part firm and part sympathetic. “Unfortunately, current boyfriend trumps ex-boyfriend. I’m sorry, that’s just the way it is.”

Jimin scoffs, ignoring his stomach sinking. “What happened to old friends?” 

“You are an old friend, but you’re also my ex. And boyfriend trumps -”

“Yeah, I got it,” he interrupts her, rolling his eyes. “I thought it was all in good fun,” he says after a moment, looking away from her. 

Even without looking, he can hear the skepticism in her voice. “Really?”

“Yes. I - I may have gone a bit overboard in the end,” he admits, swallowing as he remembers Alex’s confused face, the realisation dawning on him. “I just… didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” Definitely not with someone.

“Jimin, it’s been five years,” she reminds him in a low voice. “We’ve both dated other people since then; it can’t be a surprise that -”

“I don’t care that you’re dating him,” he interrupts her again, realising as he says it that it’s true. He doesn’t care, not really. Not like that, anyway. “You and I dated in high school. I never expected us to end up married or anything. Okay? We’ve all moved on.”

Sooah doesn’t say anything, just continues looking at him, a small frown on her face. She’s confused.

Jimin can relate. It’s immeasurably frustrating not being able to put his finger on the problem. “It’s just weird… seeing it up close,” he finishes lamely, knowing it’s the best he can come up with right now.

“Even now?”

“Yeah. I mean, the last time I saw it up close was…” He shrugs. “... when we were sixteen. With Daehyun.”

Sooah’s eyes widen right on cue. “Oh, God,” she exclaims, taking a deep breath.

“Come on, you know that -”

“If you bring up Daehyun one more time -” 

She’s interrupted by the door to the apartment thudding open. A couple of people spill out, loud and drunk. Sooah turns back to him.

“Alright. I’m done.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. Because I can’t have this conversation one more time, Jimin.” She shakes her head. “I’m going back inside.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Jimin watches her walk back inside, steps quick and steady, despite how much she’s drunk all night. Just as she enters, two people pass her by. Jimin realises with a start that it’s Hoseok and Chaeyoung.

“- only came here to criticise me!” Chaeyoung’s voice is loud and shrill compared to Sooah’s low one. 

“If you think this is criticising, then you’re missing the point,” says Hoseok loftily, rolling his eyes. “I just don’t want you to kill yourself, okay? Sorry for being the only adult around here,” he mutters, striding down the hallway towards Jimin.

“Oh, please,” she snaps, scoffing. “You’re just programmed to find something wrong with everything I do.”

“And you’re just programmed to be a brat!”

“Great! Now you sound like my dad. Why don’t you call him and have drinks over it?”

“Seriously? I’m looking out for you because you’re my best friend’s sister,” he points out, turning around to face her. “I didn’t have to spend my Saturday night with Fire and Ice, you know?”

“Oh, because she has red hair? Clever.” Chaeyoung crosses her arms across her chest. “And you know what? Your best friend,” she continues, “doesn’t give a shit, alright? He knows I’m not twelve anymore. If he doesn’t care, why do you?”

“I - I don’t!” Hoseok sputters, going red in the face. “You know what? Fine. Hang out with that Ice and his group of Neanderthals - I don’t even care.”

“Great,” she says sarcastically. “Now you sound like the Hoseok I grew up with!” With one last glare, she turns around and stalks back into the house exactly the way Sooah had a few minutes ago.

Hoseok stands motionless for a moment before turning to face Jimin, eyes wide. “What the hell just happened?”

Jimin shakes his head, lost for words. “I have no fucking idea,” he mutters. “Do you want to call Suga hyung or should I?”

—

The doorbell rings and startles Namjoon, who spills a couple of drops of milk on his t-shirt.

“Damn it,” he mutters, dropping his spoon back into the bowl of cereal and holding the t-shirt away from his chest. “Can you get that?” he asks Jungkook, who’s sitting across from him at the breakfast table.

Jungkook nods and heads towards the door as Namjoon disappears into his room, opening it to see someone he hasn’t in a while.

“Sooah?” He chuckles in mild disbelief. “Um - hey, noona. Didn’t expect to see you… here.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says lightly, biting her lip. “Is Jimin here?”

Jungkook’s pause before he nods tells her that he knows something happened last night. “Come on in. He was pretty drunk last night so he went straight to bed,” he adds, shutting the door behind her and beckoning her inside. “I’ll just get him.”

Sooah nods as he shuffles inside, hearing a door open and him softly calling Jimin hyung. “He’ll be right out,” he says generously, coming back out from the hallway and going back to the kitchen table. A minute later, Jimin emerges from the same direction, his hair messy and eyes still a little droopy. He doesn’t look wholly surprised to see her.

“Morning,” she says after a moment. “How’d you sleep?”

“Crap.” He gives her a quick once-over. “Are you hungover?”

“Not in the least. You?”

He shakes his head, frowning a little at the movement. “Nope. Not at all.”

“Right.” Sooah falls silent, glancing surreptitiously at Jungkook as he scarfs down his breakfast. Jimin copies her, and they stare at him until he looks up from his phone.

“What?” he asks through a mouthful of cornflakes.

“Hey, Jungkook,” she begins. “Um, do you mind if…” She trails off, biting her lip when Jungkook simply frowns.

“Leave us alone for a minute?” Jimin prompts, and Jungkook immediately nods.

“Oh. Yeah, okay. Right.” He climbs off the chair, gathering his bowl, a plate of toast and a bowl of ready-to-eat kimchi, with his phone piled on top of the bread. “I’ll just… finish inside,” he mumbles, balancing everything and precariously walking inside.

Jimin turns back to face her again. “So… what’s up?” He frowns as she throws something to him, catching it easily. “Hangover pills?” he reads off the label. “I told you, I’m not hungover.”

Sooah shrugs. “Just keep it. For some other time.”

“Okay,” he says, slipping it into the pocket of his track pants. “Thanks. Was that it?”

Without his hair styled and his expensive clothes, he looks… young. His cherubic face, even with a straight expression and tired eyes, stirs an old, innocent adoration in her.

“I wanted to talk about last night,” she says. “Sober.”

Jimin shakes his head. “We don’t have to. I was - I was a bit of a dick, I know.”

“Yeah… but so was I.” Sooah’s eyes flicker to the floor. “I got defensive when you were picking on Alex and… I may have said some stuff I didn’t mean to.”

He nods slowly. “Guess I didn’t know what it’s like on the other side,” he says, cracking a half-smile. “I’m sorry if I… did I get you in trouble? When he found out that we used to…” He gestures between the two of them.

“No, you didn’t. He was a little surprised, yeah, but… kind of impressed?” She shrugs. “He really looks up to you.”

“That’s nice of him, I guess. He seems like a good kid.”

She chuckles. “He’s not that much younger.”

“No?”

When he doesn’t say anything further, Sooah sighs. “Jimin… I didn’t mean to say all that stuff last night.”

“No, you were right. Current boyfriend trumps ex-boyfriend,” he repeats, swallowing. “You weren’t the only one thinking it.”

“No, Jimin, that’s not true. Okay, fine, it’s true if I have to choose between them,” she amends, rolling her eyes. “In that case, I’m forced to choose my boyfriend over my ex.”

“Yeah. Right.”

“So don’t make me choose.” Just as she’d expected, Jimin’s shoulders relax, as though he hadn’t considered this. “Jimin, you are my ex but you don’t have to be just that for the rest of our lives. Come on, we’ve been broken up for longer than we were together - isn’t it time we actually became friends?”

“Friends?” He says it like it’s a foreign word. “I - Sooah, I get what you’re going for, I really do, but…” He takes a deep breath, like he’s bracing himself to say something. “I don’t know how we’ll do as friends, honestly.”

“Why? I can be a good friend,” she says, a little defensively. “I had a pretty good circle of friends, you know?”

Jimin chuckles. “No offense, but that is not a group I want to join. Come on, you’re talking about your high school friends, right? Sooah, they were awful,” he confesses, shaking his head. “Those girls didn’t have a shred of loyalty - they’d sell their mothers for gossip. And those guys you hung out with?” He exhales in disgust. “They weren’t friends. They were complete jerks and they just wanted to get with whichever girl would give in first.”

There’s a moment while Sooah processes this. “Right,” she says. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says immediately, the regret audible.

“I know you didn’t,” she assures him. “I know, Jimin, because you’re a good guy. You were the best person I knew,” she admits, hoping he believes her. “That’s why I fell for you, and not any of those other jerks.”

Jimin says nothing, his eyes falling to the floor. 

“You still are one of the best people I know,” she adds after a moment. “And I don’t want you to just disappear from my life because I’m dating someone. I’d rather have you as my friend than this - this guy from my past I hook up with a couple times a year.”

When Jimin still doesn’t respond, she sighs.

“Fine. Whatever. I’m still your friend.” Sooah stares at him, hoping for something, anything. “Bye, then.”

“You really think it’ll work?”

“Yeah, I do. We get along pretty well, in case you haven’t noticed. We can try at least,” she adds when he continues looking doubtful.

“You’re sure you won’t fall in love with me?” he asks seriously.

Sooah stares before snorting. “Jesus, Chim,” she says admonishingly as he bursts into giggles, “don’t say whatever pops into your head.”

“Sorry, I forgot you’re dating another idol now. Probably not a big deal for you,” he allows.

“It wasn’t a big deal when I was dating the first idol either.”

“Not even with his abs?”

“I preferred his calculus notes over his abs.”

Jimin makes a face. “Some friend.”

Sooah smiles back. There’s still something resembling hesitance in his expression, but she hopes it’s temporary. It’s unchartered territory for both of them, but a necessary change. She suspects it was what scared Jimin last night in the first place.

“I should go,” she says after a moment. “I just came to…”

“Ask for my forgiveness?”

She rolls her eyes. “Sure.”

Jimin grins, and she breathes a silent sigh of relief. He walks her to the door and for the first time in a long time, Sooah looks forward to their common future.

“By the way,” he asks, just as she’s stepping out, “you - you don’t actually think that I cheated on you. Right? When we broke up?” he clarifies.

Sooah frowns. “Um… no. Why - oh, the game? Last night?”

Jimin nods, his lips pursed. “You drank.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She shakes her head and pats his arm comfortingly. “That wasn’t about you. Like you said,” she adds with a half-chuckle, “most of them were jerks.”

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[that-one-anxious-mango]

how did Austin react to when the reader called him daddy for the first time??

Um..Daddy?..

Summary: Austin officially becomes daddy after a interesting encounter.

Contents: Lots of swearing. Daddy Kink ✨Comforting of Reader. SoftDom! Austin Sleepy Magnus. Mentions of Alcohol. Light Smut. Overall cuteness. Minors DNI

AN: Hey everyone 👋🏾 Arie here with another #mangoasks prompt. Hope everyone likes it and I did it justice. First time writing something smutty on here so be nice and let me know how I did! Happy Reading!

Much love! *hugs*

Arie 💚

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Pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Austin parked his Audi A5 Sportblack to reach over into the passenger seat to grab his phone that laid next to a full bouquet of chrysanthemums.

Aussie Poo :) : i'm outside sweetheart.

Best Girl 💖: Okay. Just come up babe. Still getting ready.

Aussie Poo :) :  okay.

Grabbing the flowers and getting out he ventured into the five story building going up to the second floor knocking on door 202.

Almost instantly hearing the small barks and scratching of little paws he could also hear a loud " Coming !" Sound off before the door popped open revealing a rather chipper you.

Damn. He thought. Every time he’d see you it was like you found a way to look finer than the last time he’d seen you.

When Austin had saw the way the light washed jeans you wore sat right on your nicely shaped ass and your pushed up cleavage peeking through the rose pink v-neck sweater you had on.

He unfortunately felt the need to adjust himself become prominent.

" Hi baby." You greeted wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down into what you intended to be a innocent kiss. Austin cupped your waist.

As soon as your lips fixed themselves to his you melted into his touch, going to squeal in his mouth a little when he decided to deepen the embrace by letting his tongue slide into your mouth smoothly.  He pulled back a second  " Hey, Sugar Mama. " He rasped continuing to his sweet assault on your now semi swollen lips.

Feeling yourself starting to get a little too hot, you moved away breathing faster than normal, " Looks like someone kind of missed me, huh."  You teased going back to your bedroom to finish up what needed to be done.

" You have no idea. Austin called after you shutting the door behind him and scooping up a excited Magnus whom gave puppy kisses, rounding the corner to have a seat on the couch plopping him down in his lap.

" So how was the table read earlier, babe? " You loudly asked staring down at the two pairs of earrings in your hand trying to decide. Pearls or Silver hoops.

" Uh, it was okay. Baz is excited to get out there and start filming. Talking about all the different things like set designs and a couple of scenes he wants to specifically go over with Tom and I." He replied rubbing the content hound's head repeatedly who soundly laid. His eyes were scanning the room just casually looking around, and they hadn't meant to see what they saw.

But they did.

Next to the couch on the end table sat your wide open computer displaying what looked to be your open tumblr account on a post that read:

I can't wait to have a soft domdaddy to love and fuck my brains out!

And under it was a crimson heart indicating that you'd liked the post.

To say he was still a little shocked would be accurate but not totally surprised after a encounter the two of you had, had a few weeks back.

You’d gone out with some of your friends to celebrate a job promotion one of them had gotten. And in a rare rum filled moment had resulted in you getting a little more tipsy than you intended. Prompting a interesting response to a text from Austin.

Aussie Poo :) : i know you’re out having a good time baby. but don’t forget to text me when you all get back to Lana’s place safe.

Aussie Poo:) : need to know that your okay. call me if you need me babe.

Best Girl 💖: THANK YOU! I WILL LOVE YOU DADDY.

When he’d seen it, he’d been little stunned in truth. But instead of freaking out he laughed to himself and looked across the bed to a curled up Magnus whom he was pet sitting, “ What am I gonna do with your Mama, Magnus? Huh? “ 

After he’d seen you the next day at brunch in all your hungover glory, he hinted at the message to you but never brought it up directly when he’d noticed your apprehension to it. 

Had you seen what your very inebriated self had said. Hell Yeah!

Were you about to address like a grown instead ignoring it and hoping it went away. Fuck NO!

You had walked on eggshells the entire meal hoping that he wouldn’t be like the last ex and bring it up to minorly degrade you for your not-so vanilla thoughts about sex.

Now the two of you in the span of your seventh month relationship had made out thousands of times, dry humped to the point of near chaffing, and as of recent you had let Austin have the precious honor of beautifully deflowering your last innocent petal.

Still every encounter you'd had since then had been pretty vanilla though.

It was true to say that he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the idea, years ago when he and Vanessa were together they had toyed with the idea of a Dom/Sub dynamic. Ultimately when it came down to it, Vanessa wanted to opt to keep their relationship plainly vanilla.

But he'd be lying if he said that during the experimentation that he didn't like it....because he did.....quite a bit.

He also knew that you read fanfiction a little and had seem some of your steamy novels you owned when skimming through your book shelf.

Still you'd never directly or soberly brought it up!

So right now even the slightest idea that you may have been considering taking on this kind of  commitment into your guy's relationship, not only intrigued his curiosity but it also made his dick jump.

While he sat there toying with the newfound idea he'd entirely forgotten where he was, which meant that he'd accidentally been ignoring you.

Hence when you all of a sudden appeared infront of him, he was taken aback blinking hard for a few seconds trying to refocus his whole attention to you, " I'm sorry, mama. What'd you say? I accidentally zoned out for a minute."

Giving his a odd look you said, " Originally I asked what time did the movie start. Then I didn't hear you say anything back so I came out to see if you're okay?" You expressed moving one of your goddess braids away from your face so you could analyze his expression better.

Internally he laughed smiling at your concern, " Yeah, honey. I'm fine. Just thinking is all. Don't you go worrying that pretty little head either." He affirmed knowing how sometimes could unintentionally work yourself about things.

" You sure? " You questioned moving to now standing in-between his legs rubbing alone hand up his chest.

" Absolutely." He said shooting you a smile, " Now go on and go finish up. So we won't be late." He released you gently nudging you forward.

Nodding you walked away hearing him call after you, " And make sure you grab a nice size jacket, honey. Can't have my baby getting sick."

You playfully rolled your eyes giggling at your always overprotective man, " Okay dad! " You loudly goofed back.

Hearing you Austin quietly chuckled at the all too ironic comment.

He took it as a sign.

I guess now or never! He thought before responding, " Did you mean to say okay daddy, baby?"

When the words reached your ears your heart had dropped to the soles of your shoes.

What the fuck?!

Panic had begun to sink in.

The message the other night!

Shit! I thought he forgot!

What did he know?!

And then in your distraught haze..it hit you!

You didn't close your computer!

Your tumblr open!

FUCK!

And in that moment instead of responding you just in a split decision decided not to respond, instead just choosing to continue your accessory assessments.  

Ignore and pretend.

Which in the end you should have known was a mistake, " Baby..." Austin's voice bounced off the walls.

He sat waiting for you to respond playing with his fingers. Magnus had now abandoned him for his bed on the other side of the room.

Had he scared you off?

Cause that certainly wasn't at all the intention.

When he didn't hear anything back after a while, he decided to go see for himself getting up from his seat.

Your heart thumped the closer you heard his footsteps getting. Bracing yourself for what you knew was probably going to happen next.

The beginning would be the " this isn't gonna work out.", Or the " this is too weird." And hopefully not the age old, " it's not you, it's me."

Because who wanted to hear that.

Pricks of wetness started gathering at your waterline and your palms felt hot.

Once finally he reached your bedroom, he saw you standing there at your vanity aimlessly playing around with little knick knacks.

Obviously trying to calm yourself, you could hear him softly closing the door behind him.

Slowly walking over, he stood behind you lightly slipping his arm past you to gently take the little lip balm out of your hand you'd been fiddling with replacing it with his own, interlocking your fingers together. He used his other hand to slowly lift up your head so you were forced to face the reflections of you two.

Resting his head down on your shoulder he pressed your backside against him even more firmly making your body's natural reaction to relax into his touch set in.

Feeling more mild you figured that you'd might as well start before he could get a chance to say anything, just rip off the band-aid and do you both a favor. " So I take it you seen? " You managed out still avoiding his gaze in the mirror.

" Yeah..I did." He confirmed and that's when the waterworks started.

" Hey..hey...hey." He cooed, " None of that. I hope I'm not seeing any tears of shame in those pretty eyes, baby. Because there ain't nothing shameful about his. You hear me? You don't ever need to hide your curiosities from me."

You paused a minute.

" So you don't think it's weird...or gross..or anything." You sniffled staring straight in his eyes.

" No baby I don't....If anything I-I think it would kind of suit us..."

The stare you were giving each other felt even more intense, like you were pouring yourselves into each other without stopping at the ' fill here line'.  

" Especially if this is something you wanna seriously explore....I'm more than willing." He confused rubbing your stomach soothingly.

" Really." You quipped, " You mean it..."

Part of you couldn't...no rather, wanted to refuse what you were hearing could be true.

You felt him tense behind you, " Now baby I told you before, I won't lie to you. Ever no matter what. So that shouldn't be a question." He reminded you of the promise he'd made.

" Yes really, baby. I mean from what bit of knowledge I have, a Dom, as they call it is suppose to be all about leading and protecting their Sub. And be able to supply endless love and stability. Caring for them not only physically, but more importantly mentally." He explained.

" And baby that's everything I wanna be for you outside the bedroom, let alone in it."

Your cheeks flushed hard and your heart was starting to get that gooey feeling in it that you'd come to love.

" But the real question is..." He started moving his head so his mouth was teasingly hovering over your clavicle moving a few of your braids out the way, Are you ready to willing submit yourself to me?"

" Ready to trust me enough to let me lead and guide you, baby."

" To let me protect and care for you. Fulfil your needs and desires but still keep you humble and discipline. And to make love and fuck your brains out when called for." He jested making you giggle at his comment.

" Are you really ready for me to be your daddy, baby?" He finished pinning light pecks on you.

You were stunned at this declaration, it felt so sweetly intense and you could only just stare deeply in your heavy trance giving a mindless nod.

Only a second later you could feel his hand slide slowly down your back until it reached your ass giving it a particularly tight squeeze causing you to intake a breath to suppress a whine.

" I don't think that's a proper answer, baby." Austin's breath fleeted across the back of your neck from how close he was. " Try it, again."

You now felt like you had the biggest lump of coal in your throat, and a ever bigger heartbeat in your pussy.

" Yes, Daddy. I-I am." You shakily corrected yourself, not knowing how much more restraint you could muster before you tried to turn around straight up jump his bones.

The grip he had on you now was even firmer and it felt so good...too good. The hand that was on your ass previously, had now snacked it's way to lightly grip at your neck. Just pressing down hard enough to leave you feebly breathless. Pulling you back to leave no room between the swelling erection he had and your tender ass. You really were suppressing yourself now and the slight burning moans that wanted to escape your throat.

Thinking that he wouldn't take note, even though he of course had, Austin spoke, " Baby you remember the safe word that you used a couple weeks ago."

" Yes, Daddy. I do." You replied almost too eagerly remembering how not to long ago he had taken you so well on his kitchen floor that in the middle of the escapade a safe word had to be made.

Fun times.

At this point you'd say anything to sedate the yearning feeling that your body had taken on.

" Repeat it for me, now?"

" Peach."

He groaned in approval, " Good girl" He praised unexpectedly dampening the small puddle that was beginning to form in your panties.

" Going forward at any point of what we're about to do, you start to feel uncomfortable you better not hesitate to use your words, understand."

" Yes, Daddy."

" That's my best girl. Now, raise your arms up for me, honey." He commanded helping you to remove your sweater. Moving his hands to run his fingertips to your front bra clasp unhooking it, letting the yellow and pink garment fall.

Next he moved to rid you of your jeans and matching underwear to leave you bare as the day you were born.

From behind you could hear the familiar rustling of Austin's pants and boxers being discarded along with his shirt. So the only thing you felt was the cool sensations of his rings against your skin. He purposely pushed forward pressing himself against you, and you couldn't help the almost now near painful drumming from your pussy reach a new high.

" Place your hands on the top of the table and lean forward, sweetheart." His voice practically oozed sex.

Obliging quickly feeling one of his hands come upon the small of your back gently guiding you to his desired arch. Until he kept going opting to run a shallow touch all the way down your embarrassingly dripping slit.

Dropping your head a bit in anticipation, you yelped once you felt his slightly calloused hand go straight to sting your ass. Allowing a thumb to move over the newly tingling skin.

" Eyes forward on Daddy, babygirl. Keep your head up or I'll keep it up for you. " He growled.

  " Okay." You breathed wanting to test the new-found waters a little bit.

Just how far could you push him?

And just like you thought another blow even rougher than the last was administered, but this time you didn't quell the whimper that left you.

" You must want to not be able to sit down for the next couple of days, huh honey. Cause you're being real hard headed. And you know they say a hard head makes a soft ass." He rasped.

“ Yes,Daddy. I’m sorry.” You whispered audible enough for him to hear.

Damn you sounded pathetic! But who cared!

   You bit your lip hiding a moan. Impatiently sticking your ass out more trying to silently tell of your need.

He instead continued his torture, " tsk tsk, Somebody needs to have some patience." Causing a improper whine to leave you. And at that sound him nor his dick could take it anymore.

Once you felt him finally start to ease into you, you wanted to let go right then ( especially hearing the sounds he made), but you instead tried focusing on trying to control your non-existent breathing while he pushed in further until you could feel him at your brim welcoming the achingly delicious stretch you were finding yourself becoming completely addicted to.

After a few seconds of stillness you broke, “ Daddy…please move.” You asked in want.

Chuckling he pulled all the way back out making you whine in protest, “ You sure you want me to move, honey?”

Huffing you knew the game he was playing but you were borderline desperate at this point, Yes daddy. I want you pound into me so good.” You moaned

Then he whispered, " So, you want Daddy to break you in and ruin you, is that it? So no else can have you. Make sure I fuck you so good that your pussy becomes molded to just my dick forever.” He questioned squeezing your throat tighter. Now you felt light headed like a good case of head rush.

" Yes..Daddy Please ruin me. Ruin this pussy please!!. Your pussy! “ You shamelessly empathized whimpering.

“ You sure baby girl, that you want it cause it doesn’t sound like it to me.” He furthered rubbing the tip of himself along your unsettling swollen clit.

“ Fuck.” You breathed out, “ Fuck Daddy please put it in so I can cum all over your fat fucking dick please.” You begged purposefully looking over shoulder at him casting a feening expression.

“ Well since you said please.” He grumbled.

Groaning he started to slowly stroked into you going all the way in and bringing himself all the way out to the very tip of himself before slamming back in causing unworldly moans to spring out and accompany the groans and filthy things he whispered in your ear before softly biting it in a attempt to get you both were you needed to go.

And from there ruin you he did in the best possible way, with aftercare that was to die for!

#austin butler x black! reader #austin butler #daysofourlove #mangoasks #themangowrites #dayofourloves #austin butler x black reader

[babygirl-snugglefucks]

Shit. You’re sitting at the bar, exactly where you said you would be, wearing the blue floral top that would help him identify you. The first rum & Coke that you ordered to keep yourself busy while you waited for him has now been joined by several others; you, however, are still alone. You check your messages, again.

“David: “omw “

But that was at 9:37, over an hour ago. Your follow-up texts have gone unanswered, your calls go straight to voicemail. “Shit,” you say again. This attracts the attention of the man sitting a few stools down from you. He slides his drink in your direction, almost spilling it, as he stumbles closer to you. He’s a not unattractive person, middle aged, no wedding ring. You’re about to consider talking to him when the smell - whiskey and stale cigarette smoke and the foulest B.O. that you’ve ever smelled - stop the words dead in your throat, and you visibly recoil. No wonder he’s sitting alone.

As you turn to leave, someone grabs your arm “Katie! Oh my god! I was just thinking about you!” It’s a girl about your own age, in jeans and a hoodie from the local college. Green eyes framed by long brown hair look into yours with concern. Before you can tell her that you’re not Katie, she starts guiding you away from the bar. “I’ve seen that guy before, and he’s a total fucking creeper. It’s a good thing his stank acts like an early warning system. And you look like a girl who’s been stood up.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Dammit, I was looking forward to this. He was hot, and I was hoping to get laid.”

“Girl, I hear ya! Hey, can I give you a ride? My car’s right outside.” It’s a short walk home for you, but you weren’t planning on going home alone. And she seems friendly enough. “Sure,” you say, and follow her into the parking lot. You get into her little silver Hyundai and she pulls a box of Tic-Tacs from the console. “Breath mint?” she offers, “y’know, just in case we get pulled over, haha!” She pours 3 or 4 of the little pills into your palm, then appears to pop a few into her own mouth. The mint tastes a little strange, but it’s probably not meant to mix with rum and Coke.

She pulls into the street and asks, “so, where am I taking ya? I'm Steph, by the way.” You tell her your address, but she doesn’t seem to listen. “Got it,” she says, without changing direction. “Hey, I got one little stop to make before I drop you home, okay?” ‘Can’t you drop me off first,’ is what you want to say. “Okay,” is what comes out of your mouth, with too much effort. All those rum and Cokes seem to be ganging up on you now. “Thanks… I’m really… drunk.” “Don’t worry, babe! I’m taking care of you.”

You wake up slightly when you feel the car stop. The door is opened, and a large masculine figure helps you stand up. Then he easily picks up your slight frame, and carries you towards a small house. It’s not yours. You want to protest- you’re not supposed to be here! But your voice and limbs are not cooperating. You are carried through the door, then dumped on the dirty living room carpet. You register the smells first - weed and alcohol, the stale grease of empty pizza boxes and chicken buckets. Then you realize you’re not alone. You notice five or six guys standing around you before your vision goes completely blue- someone is pulling your top over your head; another pair of hands grabs your bra and yanks the clasp apart. You struggle, but your jeans are easily slid down your legs, dragging your cotton panties with them. The pink scrap of cloth is shoved into your mouth, and you realize with shame and excitement that your pussy is soaked. You can taste your arousal in the cotton.

Your vision is still obscured by your shirt, so you have no idea what the first man to take you looks like. Powerful hands are holding your legs apart, and you feel pressure at the entrance to your vagina. A grunt, and he forces himself into you. Your scream at the sudden pain is muffled by the panties in your mouth. The invading cock withdraws, then slams back into you. Again. Again. He finally grunts and floods you with his hot seed, then pulls out, and exclaims, “You got us a virgin! Great work, Stephy!”

A belt buckle jangles, and another cock is working its way inside you. This one feels even bigger than the first. You shake your head, and the shirt covering your face slips to the side. A colossal chest of chocolate brown skin fills your vision. You look down and you realize that even though his cock is filling you entirely, he still has another 2 or 3 inches to give you. A sudden jet of warm goo landing on your face and in your eye alerts you to a third man standing above you. As you turn your head to the side to let the cum drip out of it, you see Steph leaning against the wall, one hand clutching a wad of cash, the other one busily working inside the open crotch of her jeans. The massive cock spasms inside you, and fills you again with sperm. You pass out.

Daylight filters in through your bedroom windows, waking you. The throbbing pain of the hangover, and the pain in your vagina and asshole - they took that, too! - let you know that last night wasn’t just a dream. Ignoring the traces of blood and cum and your own juices staining the sheets, you reach for the glass of water on your bedside table. Instead, you pick up your phone. There are three crisp $100 bills folded neatly under it, and a new message from David:

“Thanks for a great time last night! Let’s do it again soon. ❤️ Steph”

<3

#dadsecrets #ask #story #thanks

[theowritesstuff]

Okay!! I lied!! An idea just popped in!!

The trio of reader, Steve and Eddie renting werewolf and vampire movies and reader teasingly asking them if the movies are accurate! Then Eddie and Steve teasing reader if the humans in movies are accurate

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Send me Werewolf!Steve and Vampire!Eddie thoughts!

Thank you dragon anon, I’m writing some MAJOR angst in HOH at the moment, so I appreciate this fluffy idea. Also if you don’t have any other thoughts, that’s totally okay, I’m sure my brain will stir up some more later

For this one you could be dating either, both, or neither, your choice. Also all three of you live together, for my convenience ✌️

It was Eddie’s idea to rent the original Wolfman and Dracula movies from Family Video. Steve really didn’t want to because he didn’t want to be embarrassed by what Hollywood thought he was like, but Eddie insisted that it would be fun to take them home and watch them with you.

Eddie decided he would go first just so Steve would see that there was nothing to worry about. Boy oh boy, was he wrong. You sat on the couch in between Steve and Eddie, watching the movie depict a very dramatic story of a vampire.

Eddie spent almost the entirety of the movie complaining about it. He scoffed when you asked him if he could mind control people like Dracula could.

“If I could, don’t you think we’d be doing things a little differently around here? Listening to my music in the car, eating food I like?”

You laugh as Eddie sinks further into the couch and crosses his arms.

Once Dracula is finished Eddie practically rips the vhs out of the player.

“Alright, wolfy time.” He says, pushing The Wolfman into the player.

You pester Steve with questions you already know the answer to as well.

“Does silver hurt you?”

Steve responds by reaching around you and pulling Eddie’s rings off his fingers. He holds them up and nothing happens.

“Okay, if I kill you, do I become a werewolf?”

Steve scoffs. “No, if I scratch you while I’m a wolf, then you become a werewolf.”

“Well what about the humans in the movies?” Eddie turns to you. “Are you afraid of us like they are?” He flashes his fangs at you.

You shake your head. “No, because I know you wouldn’t hurt me. And if you did kill me, I’m not very confident you’d get away with it. What with hiding the body and all.”

#werewolf steve harrington #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #dragon anon

[pluckyredhead]

I can't speak for anyone else, but one of the reasons I'm reluctant to start Kyle's stuff is because of how badly it fucked over Hal - I'm not even a Hal fan, but a Wiki thumbnail of Emerald Twilight reads like Cassandra Cain's assassination under Beechen.

This is actually really funny to me, because the first Green Lantern comics I ever read were the 1990 series, since I'd heard about Kyle and wanted to read his comics - but what I didn't realize was that the first 50 issues of that series are Hal, leading into Emerald Twilight, and Kyle (who first appears in #48) takes over from there.

And oh man, did those comics make me hate Hal. He is domineering, entitled, and cruel. He combines being a huge asshole with being so completely convinced he knows what's best for everyone around him that by the time he decides to remake the world in his own image, I was like "Yeah, this tracks."

Now, having gone back and read every Green Lantern comic since 1960 in order, I know that this didn't start with the 1990 series, and it certainly didn't start with Kyle. Hal telling Guy's fiancee that he's dead and then almost immediately asking her out? Pre-Kyle. Hal dating a 13-year-old and then being incredibly cruel to her? Pre-Kyle. Hal mooching off of John indefinitely, and then when John tells him to get a job, robbing a diamond mine in apartheid-era South Africa and letting John take the fall for it? Pre-Kyle. Hal dismissing every woman he's ever dated as "crazy"? Pre-Kyle.

In other words, Hal is really only this shining golden hero in the Silver Age proper. From the start of Green Lantern/Green Arrow in 1970, you have about 20 years of a really fascinating narrative of a man who was once totally confident in who he was and how the world works, and what happens when it all crumbles away beneath him - when his girl doesn't need him to rescue her, when his sidekick doesn't want to be treated like a supporting character anymore, when his country and his politics aren't what he thought they were, when his faith in the Guardians is eroded more and more with every revelation. And then, of course, Hal's world crumbling becomes literal with the destruction of Coast City. It all dovetails really interestingly with the shifts in American pop culture away from 1950s homogeneity and towards diversity and inclusivity - culminating of course in the debut of Kyle, poster child for a new kind of sensitive, urbane masculinity that was popular in the 90s.

(I can't remember where right now, but I'm almost positive there's a comic somewhere where Barry says that Ollie ruined Hal because he made him question everything. But idk, maybe when you're part of the most dominant demographic in society and also a fucking cop, you should occasionally question things, Barrence?)

Anyway, this is all a really long-winded way of saying that when you read the previous few decades of Hal comics, Emerald Twilight feels pretty inevitable. This man was going to break, and it was going to be ugly. The dominant narrative that you'll find on wikis and in fandom and in the comics itself was that Hal's fall from grace was sudden and out of nowhere (which it has to be depicted as in modern comics thanks to the Parallax-is-a-giant-space-bug retcon), but it really, really wasn't.

And it's actually Kyle who starts the process of redeeming Hal. Kyle has sympathy for Hal during Emerald Twilight itself. Kyle is basically the only person who sees not just the destruction that Hal is causing, but the pain he's in. Baby boy is Team Hal almost from the beginning, and Hal responds by...well, okay, by trying to kill him, but like five minutes after that he's fully in "I've only had Kyle for a day and a half, but if anything ever happened to him, I would kill everyone in this universe and then myself" mode. Hal stans in the 90s HATED Kyle, but actual Hal Jordan loves Kyle very very much and it is completely mutual.

Also then DC fell all over themselves giving Hal three redemption arcs in a row (Final Night, Day of Judgment, and GL: Birthright). Four if you count the Spectre series.

So yeah, basically, please don't avoid Kyle because you think he does Hal dirty! Hal did himself dirty, and he did it for decades. It's only his, like, three deaths and four resurrections that pull him out of the tailspin he was in long before Emerald Twilight. (And then he immediately goes into like eight other tailspins, because the man is a mess. But he is much more fun after he comes back to life than he was for a long time before he died.)

Also, Hal would want you to read Kyle's comics. Kyle's his favorite.

#green lantern #hal jordan #kyle rayner

[bangtansmauyeondan]

MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 21 - Sneaky Yoongi (Text Between Photos)

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

SERIES TAGLIST: @jayhope88 @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @jjwamaisvu @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy

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“Untle Yoonie!” Jihyo’s high-pitched squeal turned heads at POP Café when she ran up to Yoongi with arms wildly flailing, prompting her uncle to pick her up with a grunt, as he walked further into the cafe, to Nara’s table.

“Aigoo, you’re getting heavier everytime I see you, huh…” He remarked as he pressed his lips on the little girl’s chubby cheek, which made her giggle in delight. “Look who’s with me…” Yoongi turned his body to your direction so Jihyo would be facing you. You gave the little girl a little wave and she shyly snuggled her face on the crook of Yoongi’s neck before she timidly waved back at you.

“Aren’t you a cutie?” You reached out to the little girl to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“What took you so long, guys?” Nara scooted over to make room for you to sit beside her, while Yoongi sat across from you, with Jihyo on his lap.

“Yoongi wanted to change before we head out…”

“Why? Are you two headed somewhere else?” Nara eyed you both suspiciously.

“I was wearing a white shirt earlier and I got kimchi all over it,” Yoongi raised his arm to his nose and gave it a sniff. “Actually, I think I still smell like kimchi.” He then turned to Jihyo, “Does Uncle Yoongi smell funny, Jihyo?”

“No…” The little girl answered in a heartbeat and leaned her head onto Yoongi’s chest, which made the latter chuckle– bread cheeks puffing up and eyes forming into crescents as he looked down lovingly at his niece.

Seeing Yoongi like this with his niece is totally new to you. You’ve only seen him working; and until a few weeks ago, you haven’t really paid attention to him or let alone talked to him. It’s amazing how quickly things turned 180 degrees between you and Yoongi. Would you consider yourselves friends now? Is that a stretch? How about neighbors / coworkers? He has also gotten totally relaxed and comfortable with you now that he’s been throwing jokes here and there, and there were also a bunch of times when he tried to make you feel flustered. Even in the past few hours that you’ve been hanging out with him, you could tell that his walls were totally down. Your thoughts were interrupted when Hobi approached your table with his signature wide grin.

“What can I get you, guys? The last time you were here, you left everything untouched. I sensed trouble in paradise…” Hobi winked at you, his face contorting animatedly.

“Ohh…” Nara raised her eyebrows at you, “So you two were here?”

“I– We–” you started off but Yoongi was quick to jump in to save you.

“Yeah, she bit my head off because she found out I moved in next door, and I didn’t tell her about it,” Yoongi then turned to Hobi, “But we’re okay now. I don’t make noise and I supply her with food all the time, so the monster inside her has been tamed,” he nodded convincingly at Hobi. Monster? You!? You wanted to protest but Yoongi kept on talking. “We just had a super warm and filling late lunch, so perhaps you could give us a tall glass of something nice, sweet and refreshing?”

Hobi turned up his nose and squinted his eyes at Yoongi, “Aigoo, you haven’t changed. You fuck up and you make it up with food.”

“Hey!” Nara widened her eyes at Hobi and side-eyed Jihyo on Yoongi’s lap. “Language!”

“Oh sorry, sorry!” Hobi bowed at Nara. “Okay, Yn, I’m getting you a nice virgin mojito, because I know you love something fresh and minty,” Hobi said sweetly, flashing his heart-shaped smile that makes his eyes disappear at you. “... and Min Yoongi is getting some iced burdock tea,” he followed up sternly, before turning on his feet to leave.

“Yah!” Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears.

“You two seem close…” You started.

“Hoseok and I go way back.”

“Yeah…” Nara continued. “They met at music camp, spewing out bars. They used to rap like their lives depended on it.”

“No way!” You were in genuine shock. “You know you have to show me what you got, right?”

Yoongi looked up at the ceiling, eyes roaming around, pretending not to hear what you said.

“Maybe soon, he will!” Nara quipped. “Did you ask Yn already? Does she know?” Nara suddenly asked. Yoongi shook his head and pressed his lips into a thin line. “Why not?”

“Ask me what?”

“Why haven’t you asked, Yoongi? Are you guys swamped? Can you even make it?” Nara continued badgering her brother-in-law.

“What is it about?” You asked the air around you, since both Yoongi and Nara were completely ignoring you.

“No, she’s free. We’re both free.” Yoongi answered nonchalantly.

“Uhh… hello? I’m right here?” You waved your arms about in front of them which made Jihyo giggle. You scrunch your nose up to the toddler affectionately. “At least you notice me, baby…”

“So…” Nara turned to face you. “My brother-in-law hasn’t told you about my mother-in-law’s surprise birthday party?”

“No…” You started mentally going through your cake orders for the week, in case you need to give them an answer for the celebration right at the moment. “When is it? How many people will be there? I need to know, to decide on the number of cake tiers and cake sheets.”

“Oh no, no… you’re not making my mom’s cake.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“Oh..” you bit your lip, trying to gauge if you should be insulted or not.

“Wait, no… That came out wrong,” Yoongi backtracked, and from your peripheral view, you saw Nara facepalming beside you. “I’m inviting you as a guest.”

“Ohhh…” You nodded.

“So what Yoongi means is that he wants you to be at our mother’s surprise birthday party at her beach house in Gangwon, and we would stay there for the weekend.”

“For the weekend? I would love to, I really appreciate the invitation, guys. I have to check–”

“You’re free that weekend, I checked your work calendar, remember?” Yoongi flashed his gummy grin. “Also, I think it would be the perfect time for you to unwind because you have a lot of cake orders this week.”

“Ah…” You couldn’t help but laugh at Yoongi’s sly and sneaky nature. “So that’s why you were checking my calendar the other day…”

“Is that a yes?” Yoongi asked as one of the servers approached to put down your drinks on the table. Absentmindedly, he picked up the glass straw and wiped it off with the disposable table napkin, before sticking it in your mojito glass and handing it over to you, before he tended to his own drinks. “Please?”

“Yeah… I mean, your mother is lovely. I’ve met her once before and I’d be honored to be part of that surprise party.”

“YAY!” Nara squealed before pulling up her phone. “I’m texting Jin.” Yoongi was grateful that his sister-in-law’s reaction took your attention away from him because he felt like his chest was about to explode. He didn’t know how to tell you, afraid of being rejected. He had a hunch that Nara brought it up on purpose because she knew him well, and she was ready to stretch out a helping hand. “Okay, my worldwide handsome husband is very happy that you said yes. He said he and Taehyung would meet up with their friends tonight and that he’ll let him know he’d have to fly solo at work next weekend.”

“Aww, thanks. But tell him he doesn’t have to. I’ll tell Tae myself,” you smiled.

“Yeah, but you know that won’t stop my brother from telling him anyway, right?”

“Touche…” you shot him with a finger gun and a wink.

Jihyo, who had been quiet the whole time, busy with her little paper dolls and sipping on her Jolly Pong smoothie, piped up, “Mommy, I’m sweepy…”

“Oh! There goes the sugar crash!” Nara laughed out loud before picking up her daughter from the chair and cradling her in her arms. “I texted Mr. Hwang already, and he should be outside in a few minutes. We’re gonna get going, you two have fun and enjoy your drinks, okay?” Nara smiled sweetly at you and Yoongi.

“Bye, Untle Yoonie. Bye, Auntie Yn.” Jihyo waved weakly fighting off sleep.

Both you and Yoongi followed Nara and Jihyo with your gaze as they stepped out of the cafe, their ever loyal family driver, Mr. Hwang meeting her and Jihyo and opening the car door for them.

“So…” You caught Yoongi’s attention.

“So?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Let’s get going…” You stood up and slung your purse’s strap over your shoulder and across your body. “I haven’t taken your photo yet,” you placed your finger on the side of your head as if in deep thought while walking towards the exit, “I’m also thinking of changing your name on my contact list from Chef Min to… I don’t know… Sneaky Yoongi?”

“Yah… Don’t– first of all, why do you have me saved as Chef Min? That’s so formal.” Yoongi started laughing, shoulders shaking, as he followed you outside. “Don’t save me as Sneaky Yoongi!”

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