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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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Strip Study

Type: Smut

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Notes: Y’all I’m dead my friend made me think of this and honestly it’s a big ass kink. Anyways, Namjoon is such a sweetie I love my bias omg. Hope you guys love Namjoon as much as I do. Also this is terribly written and short as hell but it’s ok I’m just livin kk bye!

Requests are open!

“I just can’t do this! Screw school I’m dropping out!” You say throwing your pencil in your bag and shutting your book.

You’re about to get off the bed and go take a walk when Namjoon tugs you back, “Hey, hey come on! It’s okay, I know the lesson is hard but you got this! Okay?”

You look at him, contemplating ditching studying or hearing your boyfriend out for once. Namjoon looks at your focused face and thinks of a way to make you stay, “Okay. How about for every answer you get right… I’ll take a piece of clothing off. But, every question you get wrong you got to take a piece of clothing off.”

“So strip poker but for studying?” you stop tugging away and look up at him, raising an eyebrow. You look at him biting his lip in anticipation before letting out a sigh, “God, fine! Fine, I’ll do it. But none of that removing one sock bullshit.”

“Well I don’t have any socks on,” he laughs pulling you back in so now you’re sitting on his lap. He brings the notes to his face and looks at you, “no peeking.”

You laugh and turn away from him as he begins, “What is the largest organelle in the cell?”

You stop for a moment tracing your head for the answer, “Hm… Shit… I know this one… Oh! The nucleus!”

He looks up at you and smiles nodding his head, “Yes! Hoodie. Off.”

He winks at you before slowly taking off his hoodie to tease you. He laughs as he throws it over your head, covering your eyes. You take the hoodie off your head to look at the man but then see why he was laughing so hard. There sat Namjoon laughing, his tank top still on, “You tease!”

You hit him with his hoodie which only makes him lie down on the bed. You bite your lip looking the man up and down, “those arms and that neck are sexy though.”

He gives you a wink, flexing his muscle, “All muscle baby.”

You roll your eyes and put on the hoodie, which Namjoon was pleased with, “Next question.”

“Yes Miss,” he says rolling onto his stomach to grab the flash cards, “Alright. What is one difference between a plant cell and an animal cell.”

“Ugh easy! Plant cells have a cell wall,” You say smirking.

“Correct!”

“Now you’re just handing these to me. Now, get that tank off, right now.”

“Anything for you baby,” he takes the tank off smoothly. You hold your lip in between your teeth to stop yourself from making any sound. This game was amusing to you both. You look at his body, he was fit as hell but it was rare for him to ever show it. You couldn’t help but blush at him. God if he only knew that you would rather be doing something so much different than studying.

“Stop staring, you’re making me self conscious,” he says and wraps his arms across his chest in an attempt to cover himself.

You laugh at him, “Shush and hurry up with the next question.”

He nods and goes to grab the cards, you look at his lean figure, loving the sight of Namjoon shirtless with only sweatpants on. He catches you staring at him but only smirks at you, “Is water polar or nonpolar?”

You snap out of the trance, “Shit. I have no clue.”

“Just guess.”

“I don’t know. Nonpolar?”

He looks up at you and loudly makes a buzzer noise.

“Damn it!”

“Take that shirt off babe.”

You look up at him and raise your eyebrow. You almost forgot that you were also a contender in this game, “Well which one your sweatshirt or your shirt?”

“Both.”

“It’s one per question Namjoon.”

“But you didn’t have that on before the game started babe.”

“But-”

“Come on babe…” He makes a pouting face and moves closer to you, tugging at your shirt,

You narrow your eyes at him but can’t stop the smile sneaking onto your face. You blush a bit as you slowly take off your shirt, trying to avoid eye contact with him. You feels his eyes on you as you pull the fabric off of your body, the cold air hitting your bare skin. You throw the clothes at Namjoon’s head and laugh. He hurries to take them off and throw them across the room. He looks at you, now only in a bra and those short shorts you wear around the house.

“Namjoon,” you hum to get his attention off you and back onto the question.

He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. He stops for a moment and throws the flashcards on the ground, “What’s 1 + 1?”

“Namjoon!” You say laughing but then stop when you notice his impatient face.

“Answer the damn question (Y/N).”

“2,” you say moving closer to him, “Pants.”

He hurries to take the sweatpants off but you stop him. You grab the waist band and slowly pull the pants down his legs, throwing them off the side of the bed. You kneel in front of Namjoon. He looks at you, face red and heavy breathing, it takes him only a second to get up and crawl on top of you. He kisses you hard, moving his knee in between your legs and putting one hand on your waist and the other on your ass. You ran one hand through his hair and the other running down his chest. He growls into your mouth when you push your thighs together, grinding into his leg.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he says, moving down your body. He kisses the skin around your bra. The impatient man hurries and unclasps the bra kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. He kneeds your breasts together massaging the tender skin, you can’t help but let out a loud and long moan. He looks up at you and smiles going back to kissing down your breasts and stomach.

“Namjoon. Please,” you let out and he stops the slow kisses and speeds up to the edge of your shorts.

“You know what these shorts do to me. They’re so small, I don’t even think you wear underwear with them. Do you?”

He looks up at you and you shake your head blushing, “(Y/N). Always teasing me, walking around the house with my shirts and your nice ass hanging out.”

You look away from him and he rips the shorts off, throwing them to the side. He hurries to spread your legs, immediately kissing and sucking your clit. You don’t stop yourself from moaning out loud. Namjoon growls as he licks between your folds his tongue moving fast and rough against you. He moves to lick your clit and you jolt your body up moaning out his name. He moves his hand and pushes a finger inside of you, almost setting you over the edge. He moves in and out slowly, a contrast to his rapid tongue movement on your clit. He adds another finger and another until you feel yourself about to climax.

“Namjoon! Oh my god!” You say pulling hard on his hair.

“Cum for me baby,” he says getting even faster. It doesn’t take you another second to let yourself go off of the edge. You move your body up but Namjoon grabs your hips and pushes you down. He licks up the cum as you come down from your high. Your breath is heavy as you look down to Namjoon licking you gently, looking up at you.

You gently move to get up, you and Namjoon are both sat in front of each other heavy breathing and it doesn’t take a moment for Namjoon to kiss you hard and push you back down onto the bed running his hands up and down your sides. You moan into his mouth and he takes it as a sign to start up again. He pulls your legs into him, your bare pussy rubbing on the hard dick that was only separated from your due to the fabric holding it in.

“I’m done with the foreplay. I just wanna feel you in me,” you say, it comes out heavy and rough which makes Namjoon grind into you relentlessly.

You subconsciously pull your head back and moan at the friction and he’s quick to attack the skin of your neck, peppering kisses and sucking until he can’t hold himself back anymore.

“Open your damn legs (y/n),” he commands and you immediately open up for the man.

He pulls his boxers down and grabs your hips making sure he’s close to you. He leans down facing you and kisses up you neck and jaw. He’s gentle but you know how rough he wants to fuck you. How loud he wants you to scream his name. How he wants you to only think of his dick relentlessly railing you. He knows you want the same thing.

He pumps himself slowly wanting you to be ready, you nod to him signalling you’re more than ready. He moves slowly when he enters you, wanting you to feel him stretching your tight pussy out. You moan loud and he keeps going in and out, in and out. He increases his speed making sure to pleasure you anyway he can, kissing you, holding you, playing with your breasts, rubbing your clit, or whispering dirty ideas in your ear.

“I want you to scream so loud that the neighbors know exactly how good you’re taking my dick baby,” he says and gets tougher. He turns you around on all fours and starts up again even more rough, his hands now leaving red marks on your hips as he slams into you hard, “You love when I’m rough with you don’t you?”

You can only nod not being able to speak through your moans. He smiles at this slapping your ass lightly to make you tighten and shake. Your moans were sloppy and so were his thrusts, you both losing yourself to the feeling. “I want you to ride me baby, will you do that for me?”

Namjoon slows down until he’s stopped and waits for your answer and through your breaths you let out an exhausted, “Yes. Please baby.”

He smiles his dimple showing as he holds you up helping your sore figure onto him. You can’t help grinding into him, teasing his cock. He grips your ass when you roll your hips and he tries his best not to cum right there. You grab his hard dick and move it to your pussy. He slides in so well and you have to stop yourself from cumming right there. You move up and down rolling your hips, feeling his hard dick ramming into you. He moans loud, one of the loudest moans you had ever heard him let out and before you know it he’s grabbed your hips and helped you to moving up and down. “You look so fucking good riding me like that.”

You can’t answer but instead grind harder which cause Namjoon to lose his mind. He slams you up and down his dick, hard and fast. You feel yourself about to explode from the ecstasy. Namjoon goes harder than ever now, making sure that you feel every inch of him in you. It takes only a few more hard thrusts before your body jolts hard. You cum loud, screaming, “Fuck yeah Namjoon. Oh my god!”

He moans and lets out a loud growl and he lets himself go, releasing himself in you. You’re both stuck for a moment heavy breathing and dizzy from the experience. You then feel yourself collapse as you fall onto Namjoons chest. He lets out a small grunt at the impact of your body giving out on top of him but laughs. He lets out a hum and hugs you tight kissing your head.

“You did so amazing baby.”

You only make an acknowledgement sound as you feel yourself slowly falling asleep. He laughs and holds you closer to him inhaling the scent of your hair, cherishing this moment.

“I’m gonna fail this class.”

Namjoon lets out a laugh, “not if I fuck the answers into you.”

You both laugh, the feeling of sleep slowly kicking in.

“Goodnight baby,” you say and close your eyes, deactivating for the night.

“Goodnight beautiful.”

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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Namjoon x Reader - Autumn Night

Summary: You attend an event to support Namjoon, who is the keynote speaker for the night. You can’t help but feel insecure about the attention and the advances he is receiving from the girls he lectures. You attempt to leave the event early, but he stops you, intent on reminding you exactly what you mean to him.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Romance, steamy smut

Author: Pilot

Prompt: Hot, passion sex, requested by Moxie.

“He’s hot!”

You look to your left.

“I can’t believe you managed to get into his class!” Another girl adds.

“You know he’d read you poetry after sex. What a man.”

“Shh, I want to hear him speak!” Another girl says, slapping her friend’s arm.

They’re young. Maybe second or third year university students. Your eyes scan around the lecture hall. A majority of attendees were female. You let out a sigh in annoyance. Yes, Namjoon oozed charisma and had a way with his words that could make any woman buckle at the knees, but he was your man.

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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Teasing and Teaching

Type: Smut (duh lol)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Notes: on god ok I made this for my friend I’m sorry for typos I’m sorry it’s shit. I needed to post something and ya know this good so yeah k bye!

Requests are open!!!

You had been toying with him all day. Playing with him, teasing him in public. It was subtle but it did wonders to Yoongi him trying hard to ignore your hand brushing against his crotch, your smirk evident of your mischief. After you moved in front of him, brushing your fingers against him he grabbed you and pulled you back to face him, “wait until I get you home.”

“I can’t wait,” You say mischievously, walking away as Yoongi trails behind you.

Only minutes later Yoongi had grabbed you and began walking to the car as fast as possible. He hurries to open your door and as you’re about to get in he holds your waist keeping you close to him, “you are in so much shit when we get home.”

You laugh, winking at him before jumping into the car. You were looking forward to it. You watch as he basically runs to his side of the car, hopping in and starting the engine ready to race home.

As soon as you park Yoongi looks at you and gives you a seductive smirk before you both get out. Before you can even take another step , Yoongi’s already picked you up, running to the house with you. You laugh at this but you immediately stop once he opens and closes the door.

He lets you down and now has you pushed against the wall, “you’ve been a naughty girl haven’t you (y/n).”

You nod until he stops your head and tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. You gasp at the metal of his rings, cold on your face, “go to the bedroom. When I get there I want you in only your bra and panties, on your knees.”

You nod and he moves his arm letting you leave for the bedroom. You run into the bedroom and immediately take off your clothes hurrying to the bed and kneeling down. It doesn’t take more than 15 seconds for Yoongi to walk into the room, he takes off his belt and unbuttons his jeans on the way to the bed. He takes a seat and grabs your jaw, pulling you up so that you can reach his face. His hand still covered in the rings he had been wearing all day, “You like that? Teasing me like that. Then you better know how to make it up.”

You smile as he gives you a rough, messy kiss. He tugs your lip in between his teeth biting down a little to make you moan. Before you know it he’s let his lips off of you, letting your fingers go, “start sucking baby.”

You nod, pulling down his pants so that you have room to work. You rub the shaft, licking the head teasingly. He lets out a groan, tilting it back, “No. More. Teasing. Baby.”

You nod and begin to suck up and down, your head bobbing faster and longer as you take more in at a time. He groans letting out a “fuck.”

His hands are digging into the bed as he lets out another moan. You hear him growl out your name and you can’t help but to let out a moan. It only makes Yoongi moan louder as the vibrations coming from your mouth had him on edge. He jolts and you know it’s a sign he’s on the edge. He tilts his head back letting out a loud groan and tugging at your hair. He tries to pull you off of him as he cums but you only grab onto his thigh holding yourself down. He can’t stop himself and lets it out into your mouth. You take a moment to swallow his entire load. You hear his heavy breathing as he looks down at you with lust-filled eyes.

You wipe around you mouth, licking up the remainder of what you had left behind. You look up at him and smile. He looks at you in awe before grabbing you and pulling you up, “oh no. You’re not done yet. Especially after doing that.”

He picks you up and throws your onto the bed. He grabs at your panties and takes them off as fast as possible. He growls lowly and kisses down your body. He teases you at first, kissing your stomach and then going down to the inner part of your thigh. “You’ve been so bad,” he looks up at you and his breath teases you, making you wet, “why should I even do this for you?”

You laugh, “because you really want to.”

He pauses for a moment. You think he might stop but then he laughs, “you’re right.”

He growls and licks you, quick and hard. You moan, you know how much Yoongi brags about his tongue and it was all for good reason. Yoongi was the best with his tongue and he wouldn’t let you ever forget it. He was rough and hard, licking your clit roughly making you scream out moans. You can’t help but run your fingers through your hair as he pulls you closer to him. You tug at his hair and he gets even more rough, letting out a growl that vibrates your core. You jolt up into his mouth and he grabs your hips, holding you there. He flicks his tongue up and down and your head goes blank, all you can feel is the pleasure of Yoongi’s tongue, “Yoongi! Shit! I’m gonna cum!”

“Go ahead baby,” he says and you tug on his hair hard signaling that you were close. You let out a moan and tugged his hair and he growls as you ride out your orgasm. He licks up anything cum that comes out until you’re clean. He lets out another growl when he finishes licking and kissing your thighs.

“Shit Yoongi,” you say, your body aching after the pleasure, “You don’t have to be so polite.”

“Oh no,” he says now moving up to be above you, face to face, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He kisses up your neck laying hickies everywhere he can reach. Sucking on the sensitive skin as his moans get louder as he gets closer to your lips. He lets out a growl that sends you on edge, “you know how that makes me feel.”

“Which is why I’m making sure I do it,” he kisses you roughly. You move him up to kiss his neck. Leaving hickies where you can. You pull at his hair and suck on his neck making him moan into your ear. When he feels you’ve finished up he puts his hand down to your pussy rubbing it softly. You moan out a yes as he pulls himself up to enter you.

“Do it Yoongi. Don’t tease me please, I need you,” he smiles and immediately allows himself into you.

You moan as he increases the spread, making his thrusts long and hard. You let out a moan as he keeps going. He kisses you tenderly, wanting to show you just how much he loves you with one kiss. He puts a hand on your neck, his rings cold feeling contrast with the heat resonating from you both.

“Yoongi... Fuck!” You say and he increases his speed his thrusts becoming off beat, “don’t stop!”

He growls into you picking you up a bit so that he can be closer to you. He kisses you hard as he becomes rugged and you feel yourself climax. Only moments later he lets himself go you gripping onto his back as he rides out his high. You’re both left panting. He gets off of on top of you grabbing a towel and coming back to the room. He washes himself off before coming over to you drying you off. You laugh at how sweet the man was now, “so much for teaching you a lesson.”

He pouts and crawls into bed with you, “I just can’t help myself when I’m around you.”

You laugh and he holds you close humming you to sleep.

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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BTS Reactions - Giving them a Hickey

Requests are open, yay!

Type: smut duh

Notes: I’m not good at these so I just made up an imagine with their reaction sorry I suck. I’m really sorry like these suck so bad who am I.

Namjoon:

Namjoon’s surprised when you come from behind him in the studio. You immediately wrap your hands around his body and kiss his neck. He lets out a startled moan that sends shivers down your spine. You smile and begin to suck on the sensitive part of the neck that you remembered from another night. He smiles and tilts his head back a bit to give you more room to work around. He’s not used to being so submissive, but he likes this power change.

“So what brings you to my office today?” He says laughing but you only suck and kiss on the neck harder. His laugh stops suddenly, “oh shit.”

“Fuck,” he groans out and you suck harder. He holds onto the arms of his chair, spreading his legs out a bit further, “god I want you right now.”

You suck the sensitive skin until you think you’ve done your job well. He breathes in when the cold air hits the brand new mark.

“How’d you learn how to do that so good?” He turns around grabbing you and pulling you on his lap. He smirks grabbing your ass and kissing you, “Now it’s my turn.”

Yoongi:

You sit in the chair next to Yoongi as he struggles to find the perfect chord to this song. He lets out a frusturated groan slamming some of the keys of the piano. You get up and sit next to him on the bench, putting your hand on his lap. He tries to ignore the intimacy which you frown at. You move your fingers closer to his crotch and he lets out a long breath.

“(Y/N)...” he says in a warning tone.

You smirk and sit on his lap quickly before he can object. You suck and kiss at his skin until you feel him tense up. You suck on the sensitive area and he lets out a loud moan accidentally. He clears his throat and tilts his head for you to keep going. He moves his hands from the bench onto your waist sliding up your shirt. He goes slowly until he reached you bra, when he reaches it you suck harder making him jolt and let out a moan. You let the air hit the new hickey and he groans.

“Shit,” he says looking at your breathlessly, “Damn, look what you do to me.”

He looks down at his crotch and smirks. In only a second he’s picking you up, ready to finish what you’ve started.

Jimin:

Jimin lets out a low hum as you begin to kiss down his neck. He had just got home from practice and he needed you, you were happy to deliver. You let out a hum as you begin sucking and licking at his neck. He holds his breath in, “Right there baby.”

You push close to him, he instinctively grabs your waist and moans out a “yes baby, you’re so good at this.”

You let out another hum to signal that you’re almost done making the hickey. He throws his head back and lets out a growl when you bite and suck one last time. You lick the spot before tilting his head down and kissing his plump lips.

He lets out a hum and smiles, “baby, you do that so well.”

He smirks when you blush at him, “is that blushing.”

You hide your face in his chest, “Jimin...”

“How about I give you something to blush about,” he laughs before picking you up and heading to the bedroom.

Taehyung:

As soon as you closed the door Tae was already hooked onto you. You had both been waiting to leave the damn party as soon as you got there. It didn’t help that Tae and you whispered promises of what you would do when you got home. You smirk at Tae’s eagerness to get into the action.

He places kisses on your mouth and neck whispering, “god you look so sexy in that little, tight outfit. Just for me.”

You take this opportunity and push him back to where he’s on the wall and you’re on him. He gasps when at the fast power change and lets out a low groan as soon as you attack his neck. You suck on the spot your so familiar with, Tae moans and grips your ass when you hit just the right spot. You suck harder letting out a whimper at how wet he had made you, moaning and groaning like that.

“Fuck,” he says and the low sound makes your ears vibrate, “how do you always do this to me.”

Hoseok:

You shut the dance room door, making sure to lock it. Hoseok turns around confused to see you here when he was still practicing, “Baby?”

You don’t take a second to pin him onto the wall, pulling him down so you can get to his sweet spot quick. You kiss his neck and take a practice nip which makes Hobi let out a whimper. You smile and suck harder this time, making him grab onto your waist for support, “Shit, baby keep going.”

You take this sign to suck and lick the spot that you plant your mark on him. He lets out a loud moan that echoes in the practice room, gripping your clothes until there wrinkled.

You moan when he pulls you close, letting you feel his hard crotch which you’re proud of. You stop when the hickey is done and kiss his lips. He puts his lips on yours like it was the last thing that he would ever do.

“Get in the car. Now.”

Jin:

Jin takes off the sweatshirt, trying to relieve some heat. It was a cold day that had turned way too hot for what the both of you were wearing, “god I’m so hot right now.”

“You’re always hot,” you let out a giggle and he winks in your direction. An idea pops into your head, “how about I make you forget about all this heat.”

He looks at you confused but doesn’t have time to ask questions before you lay on top of him. He moves a bit so you have space on the couch but stops abruptly when he feels you lips on his neck. Letting out a whimper he grabs your waist pulling you into an embrace.

“Oh god, (Y/N). Beautiful.”

You keep going, sucking on his neck until he lets out a loud moan that resonates in the empty room. You let out a moan, sending vibrations onto Jin’s body.

“Youre so beautiful,” he says, his breath hitching in his throat when you finish off the hickey. His fingers clench onto the cushion of the couch. You let the air hit the hickey and smile at your creation.

Breathlessly, Jin looks up at you and lets out a laugh, “Beautiful, let’s continue this upstairs.

Jungkook

“Jungkook?” You say, looking up at him from your cuddling position.

He hums a yes and you continue, “I want to try out something.”

He gives you a confused look, letting out an, “okay. Whatever you want gorgeous.”

You laugh and lean up, kissing his lips. He hums and lets one hand grab your waist and the other fall to your ass. You hum before moving down his jawline, peppering kisses the whole way down to his neck. His breath stops in his throat when he feels you kissing and sucking the sensitive skin on his neck.

“Oh, shit. Baby...” he lets the name come out slow, now groping your ass to keep you going.

You move down to the part of skin that connects his neck and collar bone, “Right there!”

He doesn’t hesitate to help you, whispering praises as you work on making the hickey. When you feel that you’re finished you let go gently, Jungkook letting out a happy breath of air, “That. Was. Amazing.”

You laugh and whisper, “I love you.”

“Oh no,” he says moving to where you’re now underneath him, “this isn’t over yet. It’s my turn now.”

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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AMAs with Namjoon

Type: Imagine and Fluff

Notes: Same set up as the Yoongi one just with what Namjoon would do. Super cute just an imagine to suit all your needs. Ya’ll know I love my babe Namjoon so I hope you guys like this one. I’m hoping to get the rest of these done tomorrow even though it’s a school night. I should be doing my essay but, fuck it.

Yoongi - Jimin - Taehyung - Jungkook - Jin - Hoseok

“You ready to go?” You call out from the hotel room. You walk out of the bathroom where the men and women styling Namjoon begin to pack their supplies and move on to the next member.

He turns around looking up to you from his chair.. He smiles at you and looks you up and down, eyeing the tight-fitting outfit. He stands up and hurries to wrap his arms around you, “You look beautiful, babe.”

You stand there kissing in the now empty room. You smile and place your hand on his cheek and put your foreheads together. You laugh, “You ready to lead your group into the AMAs?”

He kisses your forehead, ”Of course, and I’m ready to take this beautiful woman I’m holding with me.”

You laugh and poke his dimple before leaning back in for a kiss. You smile as he picks you up and sits you on the bed with you in his lap. You laugh and push him off sighing, “Namjoon… We have to leave now.”

He lets out a groan before getting back up. You stand up and grab his arm pulling him towards the door. He gives you a bit of a struggle before letting you take him out the hotel room. He turns you around when you shut the door, ”Tonight?”

“Tonight,” you say knowing what was going to go down after the AMAs.

Getting there you were surrounded by security, paparazzi, and fans. You smile when you hear the fans shouting Namjoon’s name, you wanting to shout with them. You were proud of how hard your man had worked. He holds you as you all walk to the red carpet. “You excited?”

He looks at you and smiles and nods. You can tell he is and you smile. You hear the fans calling out to all of them, some even waving to you. You smile at them, how they all were so happy to see the boys.

You smile as you walk with Namjoon’s arms wrapped around you. Before you know it pictures and videos are being taken and interviewers are asking to interview the group. You give Namjoon a knowing look and mouth a good luck before kissing him and following a bodyguard away from the camera and standing near the boys watching the interview. You watch the boys answer the questions the interviewer throws at them and smile thinking of how far they’ve come. You smile when you hear Namjoon speak in English and help the boys with their own.

“So have you guys brought anyone here today?” The interviewer says.

Namjoon turns towards the boys and hurries to translate. You hope that he won’t say anything about you. But of course, Namjoon hurries to answer the question, the usual patient man frantic to show the people who you are. “(Y/N)!”

He ushers you over to the group and you sigh. As soon as you get close enough for him to touch he hurries to kiss your head and wrap you back into his arms. You blush at his gesture.

“Namjoon…” You say sighing as he smiles and proudly takes you to the interviewer.

He speaks to the interviewer saying, “This is the love of my life, (Y/N).”

You smile and greet the interviewer. Namjoon goes on with the interview but now keeps you by his side making sure to not let you go. You laugh as he keeps his hands tightly on you waist as the interviewer wraps up with a finishing question and good luck. He kisses your cheek as he takes you towards the building where the awards were taking place. “Oh god,” you say blushing at the incident.

“God you are so beautiful,” he says into your ear from behind you, “I mean you were just standing there. Yet you still looked so damn beautiful!”

You smile and blush, he kisses your neck letting out a laugh. You walk into the building and he makes sure to get you to your seat. You smile when he sits close to you and rubs your leg.

You and Namjoon are having fun dancing and talking about the performances of the new stars you were hearing. He makes you laugh when he lip syncs to the songs you both know and acting like he’s serenading you. You were happy to spend time with the boys and get to be here with your man. You were mostly excited for everyone’s reactions to their performance. You met stars for the first time and had conversations with some very happy fans.

Namjoon turns to you and rubs your thigh to get your attention. You look at him confused at his nervousness, “It’s time to go.”

“Good luck, you’ll be amazing. Now go show them who Kim Namjoon is,” you smile and give him a long kiss. He smiles and runs backstage.

You sit nervous waiting for the host to announce when the boys were coming out. It feels like only a short time when the host appears and announces BTS will be out shortly. You hear the fans cheering and you can’t help but let out a scream as well. It takes only a few minutes before the Chainsmokers come out and you know what’s about to happen. You sit on the edge of your seat as they talk about the group and you hear the fans screaming as they say, “Please welcome, BTS!”

You don’t take another second before jumping up and cheering as loud as possible. You watch as the boys perform, catching Namjoon’s eye multiple times. Every time he looks toward you he smirks and you cheer louder. The camera men take a shot of you cheering and singing along to the song as you mouth an ‘I love you’ to Namjoon. He smiles and gives his all to his lines and dance moves. Everytime you hear him you scream louder, yelling his name. Before you know it, it feels as though the performance ended too quickly. You turn around to see the people standing and cheering for BTS. You watch the boys as they humbly thank the audience and Namjoon mouths an I love you to you. You smile up to him and shed a tear when you look around and see the people cheering them on. You know, they made it.

It only takes a few minutes for them to come back to their seats where people who see them cheer them on and congratulate them. You smile, standing up you jump into Namjoon’s arms letting out a squeal. He looks at you and teases, “Are you proud of me?”

You laugh, “Of course.”

“Then let’s go.”

“What about the after party?”

“You’re the after party,” he says and you laugh at his eagerness. It was going to be a fun night.

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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AMAs with Yoongi

Type: Imagine/Fluff

Note: This is just like some cute fluffs of what would happen if you were Yoongi’s plus one to the awards. Ya’ll I was crying so hard when I saw them performing. Take this shitty written crap.

Dedicated to @bangtanamontana she’s the one who gave me this idea, also she’s an amazing writer? She’s amazing and way more talented than me so like all her stuff.

AMAs with: Namjoon - Jimin - Taehyung - Jungkook - Jin - Hoseok

“You ready to go?” You call out from the hotel room. You walk out of the bathroom where the men and women styling Yoongi begin to pack their supplies and move on to the next member.

He turns around looking up to you from his chair.. He smiles at you and looks you up and down, eyeing the tight-fitting outfit. He stands up and now you’re both closer in height. He comes close and wraps his arms around you. He lets out a hum before leaning in for a kiss.

You stand there kissing in the now empty room. You smile and place your hand on his cheek and put your foreheads together. You laugh, “Are you nervous?”

He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, “Never.”

You laugh and play with his tie before leaning back in for a kiss. You smile as he picks you up and sits on the bed with you in his lap. You laugh and push him off sighing, “Yoongi... We have to leave now.”

He sighs before letting you go. You stand up and grab his arm pulling him towards the door. He gives you a bit of a struggle before letting you take him out the hotel room. You turn to him and look at his dress shirt before going and grabbing his jacket. He gives you a questioning look as you help put it on and play with the cloth before sighing, “Cute.”

Getting there you were surrounded by security, paparazzi, and fans. You smile when you hear the fans shouting Yoongi’s name, you wanting to shout with them. You were proud of how hard your man had worked. He holds your hand as you all walk to the red carpet. “You excited?”

You smile as you walk with Yoongi holding hands. Before you know it pictures and videos are being taken and interviewers are asking to interview the group. You give Namjoon a knowing look before kissing Yoongi and following a bodyguard away from the camera and standing near the boys watching the interview. You watch the boys answer the questions the interviewer throws at them and smile thinking of how far they’ve come.

“So have you guys brought anyone here today?” The interviewer says.

Yoongi turns to you and smiles making you look away. You hope that he won’t bring you near the camera. Of course, Yoongi comes close to you and the camera moves to Yoongi coming towards you. You look away from Yoongi and the camera and he wraps his arms around you. “(Y/N)...” he says holding you and pulling you towards the group.

“Yoongi...” You say sighing as he smiles and proudly takes you to the interviewer.

He speaks in the best English that he can saying, “This is the love of my life, (Y/N).”

You smile and greet the interviewer. Yoongi goes on with showing you off to the camera like your the best thing that had happened. You laugh as he keeps his hands tightly on you waist and puts his head on your shoulder as the interviewer wraps up with a finishing question and good luck. He kisses your cheek as he takes you towards the building where the awards were taking place. “Oh god,” you say blushing at the incident.

“You looked so adorable. I have to show you off.”

You sat next to Yoongi during the awards dancing and talking about the performances of the new stars you were hearing. You were happy to spend time with the boys and get to be here with your man. You were mostly excited for everyone’s reactions to their performance. You met stars for the first time and had conversations with fans.

Yoongi turns to you and rubs your thigh to get your attention. You look at him confused at his nervous, “It’s time to go.”

“Good luck, you’ll be amazing. Now go show them who Min Yoongi is,” you smile and give him a long kiss. He smiles and runs backstage.

You don’t take another second before jumping up and cheering as loud as possible. You watch as the boys perform, catching Yoongi’s eye multiple times. Every time he looks toward you he smirks and you cheer louder. The camera men take a shot of you cheering and singing along to the song as you mouth an��‘I love you’ to Yoongi. He smiles and gives his all to his lines. Before you know it, it feels as though the performance ended too quickly. You turn around to see the people standing and cheering for BTS. You watch the boys as they humbly thank the audience and Yoongi sends a wink your way. You tear up when you look around and see the people cheering them on. You know, they made it.

It only takes a few minutes for them to come back to their seats where people who see them cheer them on and congratulate them. You simply clap and give Yoongi a kiss. He looks at you and teases, “Are you proud of me?”

You smirk, “Of course. I’ll be sure to congratulate you when we get back.”

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 6 years

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Asshole

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing (what’d you expect) and alcohol

Note: Ok, this is a shitty fluff to get me back into writing. Ya’ll I’m free!

The fan blows cold air on your bare leg. The constant breeze is enough to annoy you awake. You pat the spot next to you to only be met with a cold empty space that smelled faintly like his cologne. Asshole, you think to yourself as you jolt your body upright so that way you’re now sitting in your empty bedroom. You sigh before rubbing your eyes, grabbing the pain relievers, and putting on some clothes.

You walk out the bedroom hoping for the probability of him maybe being there, sitting and drinking some coffee on your couch, but you’re met with only your clothes on the floor from last night. Asshole, you say to yourself again.

Last night, you think to yourself. God, what really happened?

You trudge out of the large college and back to your apartment. Your stressed eyes adjusting to the bright contrast of the day from the dark building you had last spent a couple hours in. You sigh as you go over the lecture in your head making sure you understood what the hell was going on. You walk in silence seeing other students coming back and forth from and to the university just as you are.

You glance and give the students you know a nod as you enter the apartment building now flooded with in debt students. You look at some of the kids who’s faces are worn rugged from the stress while others from the hangovers they were trying to sleep off. You walk to your single bedroom apartment, unlocking the door.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Someone says running up towards you. You take your time in turning towards them with a worn smile.

“What’s up?” you say leaning on the frame of your ajar door.

“Some of us are going to the bar down the street, Lucky’s? You’re invited to come hang with us if you want. We’ll probably be there until it closes.”

You nod your head, “Yeah, I’ll swing by if I’m up for it.”

“Awesome,” the friendly girl walks away and down the hall leaving you alone. You sigh and enter the apartment, home sweet home.

For the next few hours you pig out on leftovers, snacks, and anything that you can really get your hands on. It was a Friday and you were happy with staying home alone after a tiresome week. After binging on tv shows and sitting in the empty apartment, you realized how boring it was. You sigh before remembering the offer you had gotten some hours ago. After a momentary thought of should I or should I not you concluded it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You threw on a tight fitting tee and a pair of jeans before grabbing your things and making the trip to the bar.

It only took a couple minutes to get there and by the time you already entered in you realized this wasn’t just a small friend group. People you knew and didn’t know were all around the bar and it was obvious someone was paying to keep the bar going later than usual. You gave a smile to the bartender before sitting down and asking for just a simple water. You weren’t ready to get buzzed just yet.

You took in the place, mostly students were all talking and laughing with each other. You observed the people around you until your eyes hovered near someone who’s eyes had already made their way to you. You look at the man sitting close by you and smile when he turns his gaze away slightly away before moving his eyes back to you.

You remembered the man as Namjoon, he was in your minor class and usually sat in the seat in front of you by his friends. You both had talked to each other on occasions, both wanting to know more about each other but keeping to yourselves most of the time. You smile at him before taking your drink to go talk to him. As soon as you approach him he turns himself to greet you.

“Is this seat taken?” You say and laugh at your corny joke.

He smirks at you before saying, “Not at all.”

That’s how it started, and before you knew it you and Namjoon were talking and laughing about anything that came to mind. It turns out Namjoon was dragged here by one of his friends who’s trying to score with the girl who had invited you in the first place. You talked about school, hobbies, and personal lives. You realized how interested you had become in this man.

He was a gentleman and he was humble about it. You noticed it as you both had talked. He took everything you said to heart and knew exactly what to say back. After having a few drinks the conversations were more flirtatious and giggly. You would put your hand on his thigh when he made a joke and he brushed his fingers against yours whenever he had the chance.

The flirting went on until you realized the time. It was 2:00 am and common sense told you that you should probably be heading home. You sigh before telling Namjoon you have to leave. He let’s out a cute whine and you laugh before trying to stand up. Emphasis on the word trying. You had been a little dizzy, not realizing how your drinking might effect your vision. Namjoon puts his hand on your waist and asks to take you home which you don’t object to.

Once you get back to your apartment Namjoon helps you get up the steps and you open the door of your apartment. You look up at Namjoon who’s cheeks are tinted red and you’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol or how close you both were to each other. He smiles and goes to say goodbye to you but you grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. He immediately put his hands on your waist and helps you push open the apartment door.

Oh, you say to yourself, so I guess that’s how it ended up.

You pick up the dropped clothes and put them in the laundry basket and decide to clean up the knocked down objects that led to your bedroom. You’re reminded of the conversations you and Namjoon had about him being clumsy. You let out a laugh but then you heart aches a bit wishing he would’ve stayed in the morning. Asshole, you say again to yourself before sighing and laying on the bed.

You hear the doorknob jiggle like someone is trying to get into your apartment. You perk up and hope it’s a neighbor with the wrong apartment. You hear someone muffling incoherent words as they try and jiggle the doorknob again. You walk by the door and grab the bat you keep in case of emergencies before opening the door slowly.

You’re met with the sight of the one and only, Namjoon. He’s wearing the same clothes he had on last night but had come back with coffee and breakfast.

You stand in the door surprised to see him and he looks up at you with innocent eyes, “I went to that place. The one you told me about last night? Thought you’d like some breakfast.”

You shut your ajar mouth and looked up at the tall man. You didn’t know how someone could look so good in wrinkled clothes and holding breakfast. You smile and unblock the entrance so he can walk in.

He walks to the table and puts the food down before saying, “I’m sorry it took me so long, I was hoping to get back before you woke up and surprise you. But I guess things didn’t play out that way.”

As soon as he finishes his sentence you already perk up to kiss the tall man. He puts his hands on your waist this time it feeling more familiar and deepens the kiss. He laughs midkiss making you giggle. He picks you up so you’re straddling his hips and leans you against the wall. He peppers kisses on your neck and face making you smile and laugh.

“Damn, already missing me this much?” He says his dimple deepening.

You kiss his lips gently and look him in the eyes before smiling and teasing, “Asshole.”

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A Death in the Family - Part 3

Pairing: Jason x Reader

Type: Story

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, and Death

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

(If you couldn’t tell. It’s gonna be sad.)

You and Jason had been reunited for a year now. It took a while to really forgive the boy for leaving you alone like that, but he made sure you forgot about the past events. Everyday you were at Wayne Manor or he was in your apartment. It was like no time had past, yet something was different. Something in both of you had changed, feelings had changed.

Every time Jason came close to you, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach. Glances towards each other were a second longer than needed. It was like something new came out of something old.

A year had gone by and you had met most of Jason’s family. First you became close with Alfred. You weren’t used to having help and unlike Jason, you were always finding ways to help clean up so Alfred didn’t have to. You grew on him and he began to think of you as a daughter.

You and Bruce hadn’t talked too much until months after you and Jason reconnected. He found you and Jason practicing fighting and talking about what you had known. The man didn’t seem worried of you exposing the truth. You had both gotten along well and he even began teaching you some fighting moves for if you were ever in any trouble.

Then after you thought you had met all of his family, Dick Grayson had strolled in. You met him when he barged into Jason’s room where you and the boy were having a movie night. “Jason!” He paused to look at you, “So, you got a girlfriend while I was gone?”

“Dick, no. This is (Y/N).”

“Ohhh,” he smirked and went to shake your hand, “Well from the way Jason talks about you, I assumed you were his girlfriend.”

The boy hit the man and pushed him out of his room. You and Dick ended up becoming good friends. He felt like an older brother to you. He would come around the manor every once in a while, to what you suspected was, to fill Bruce in on what he’d seen while patrolling.

Then you met Barbara, she became like a sister to you. It was nice to have someone who was a like an older sister to you. You soon felt like Jason’s family was a little of yours as well. You and Jason had grown closer. He’d come to you about things that had angered him. About how he felt that the criminals of Gotham didn’t deserve to be handled gently. You knew how he felt. How much you hated what the criminals of Gotham had done to both you and Jason’s families. You didn’t judge him. You were there for him and he was there for you. It felt good to have a friend back.

After a year Jason had been going from mission to mission. He wasn’t the same kid from the streets that he used to be. He was more than that. He fought for something big, bigger than Gotham. He fought for justice, he fought for the people that couldn’t fight. You smiled at the fact that he was free from just being another street kid from the city. He was something more than that.

Then it hit. Everything you wish would never happen, happened. Jason had went on a mission with Bruce to find the Joker and send him back to the asylum. Jason told you it would only be a short trip. That he would be back when the weekend had ended. It’d been a week since you last heard from him.

You had enough and left to Wayne Manor. You needed answers as to why Jason had disappeared. You typed in the gate code and knocked at the door waiting. You had hoped that it was a false alarm. Hoped that Jason had gotten hurt and just needed some time to heal.

Alfred opened the door for you and ushered you inside. “Alfred. Please, tell me the truth. Where is Jason?”

He pauses for a moment and you wait for him to answer your dire question. “We’re not sure (Y/N)”

Your breath catches in your mouth and you shake your head at the man, “No.”

“Miss I’m sorry,” Alfred pauses for a moment, “We have searched everywhere for Jason. We’ve assumed that the Joker has caught hold of him.”

You shake your head holding back the tears and run to the Manor’s giant living room, “Bruce! Bruce I know you can hear me! I need to talk to you!”

You wait a moment and hear a loud sound of something moving. You turn to see a wall that revealed a passageway. Bruce, you thought, he must want you to come down.

You run through the passageway and are met with a gigantic cave. You stop and look around in awe. Jason had accidentally mentioned something about this place, he called it the batcave. You had never thought it would be just near by. There’s computers, monitors, weapons, tech, and so many more things that you hadn’t seen. You look around to find Bruce somewhere in the cave. You see him sitting in front of computer monitors and he turns around when he hears your footsteps.

There’s a pause before you speak, “Where is he Bruce?”

“I,” he pauses and for the first time you see him worried, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You feel angry, Jason was missing and you had no idea where he went. “What do you mean that you don’t know where your own son is? God are you kidding me? What happened to Jason, Bruce. What aren’t you telling me?!”

“He’s gone (Y/N)!” Bruce yells. You had never heard him yell like that before.

You shake your head and he continues, “We went to get the Joker. It was a set up. Jason wandered off and was caught by the Joker. He took him (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

“No,” you say quietly, “no he can’t be gone! He promised. He promised he wouldn’t leave me again! You have to find him. He must have given you some kind of message telling you where he is.”

“(Y/N). I promise. I will find him.” Bruce got up and put his hand on your shoulder. You look up at the man and just stare. You nodded and began your trip home, now it was a waiting game for you.

Three months went by without hearing anything from Jason. You had been training yourself for the day that the Joker would reveal himself. Bruce had told you time and time again that he wouldn’t let you come with him but it didn’t stop you. You would do anything to make sure that Jason was safe.

Then it happened. The scum sent a video of Jason to Bruce. You sat behind the man and watched the psycho on the screen getting close to Jason. He began to pick up a crowbar and turn to Jason, the boy flinched when at the man. He slammed the crowbar down and you turned away before it hit Jason. You heard yourself gasp and held yourself as you tried to block out the sound of Jason’s cries. He was in pain and there was nothing you could do to help. You hear the sick man laugh and slowly say, “This is what happens when you drag your friends into this little game of ours.”

The video ends and you turn around to look at Bruce. You both share a stunned expression. Bruce begins, “I’ll track the video. It’s time we end this.”

It only takes a moment for a ping to appear at a warehouse location. It was so easy, this entire time he was just there in a warehouse. Bruce gets up ready to leave and you stand in front of him, “I’m going with you.”

“No,” He says and walks past you.

“Jason is my friend. I’m not gonna just sit here and wait for him to get back, no more. I’m helping you finish this!”

“Jason wouldn’t want you in any danger. You are not going (Y/N). The Joker is dangerous. I can’t let him get to you two.”

You stand there with your head hanging. You really could do nothing at this moment. You felt helpless and broken. Bruce turns to look at you. He sees your face, how much you wanted to help. He softens a bit, “Stay here. Help Alfred track Jason.”

You look up at him and nod, “Take him home Bruce.”

He nods and starts up the jet. The wind of the jet blows your hair out of your face. You feel a moment of calmness wash over you. You needed Jason back here, you didn’t know how you could go on without him. You turn to the computers where Alfred had taken his seat. It was time to get him back.

It had been an hour and Bruce had landed near the warehouse location. He was almost there. You and Alfred watched as Bruce rode up the mountain to get to the warehouse. He sped faster and faster. The dots on the screen in front of you became closer and closer. You were on the edge of your seat just waiting for him to get there. You whispered to yourself, “come on Bruce.”

Your foot tapped more violently as the dots were so close that they were almost touching. When you were sure that Bruce has reached the boy wonder, the system shut off. You gasped and looked to Alfred. He was already on it and trying to regain a connection. He was so close, what had happened.

“Alfred,” you look to the older man as he typed away on the computer, “Alfred does this mean-”

“It means now it’s a waiting game,” He sits back and you both stare at the screen, lost in thought.

You felt frozen, was this really it?

It had been another hour but it felt like a year. It was agonizing. By this point you were wandering around the cave trying to regain some sanity that the waiting had taken away from you. Your hands shook and it was as if your body knew something was wrong but your mind closed it out.

The hatch opened. You and Alfred both jolted up and looked as the jet blasted into the cave. Your breath quickened when the jet turned off. It was silence. You ran to the jet and Bruce jumped out. He walked to the back of the jet. Jason, was the first thought that crossed your mind.

The back hatch opened and you froze. It was quiet as you anxiously hoped that the boy you loved would pop out of the seat and come to you. You wish that would have happened. But that was not what fate had given you. Bruce picked up the boy who’s closed were ripped and bloody. He lied in the man’s arms limply. Dead.

You made a scream and fell to you knees. You cried hard, screaming as tears rolled down your face. You had never felt such bad pain like this before. Bruce walked slowly to you and you cried harder as the boy’s lifeless body was laid in front of you. There was dried blood on his face and his hair was matted. You knew how badly he had suffered, how much pain he was in for months.

You touched his face hoping that he would wake up, that he would hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. That wasn’t how it went. You sat there and cried over him for an hour. Alfred and Bruce both stood mourning the lost boy. You began to feel dizzy, tired, angry and so many more emotions that you couldn’t think of. You took one last look at the boy and wiped your tears.

You leaned down to where your face was closer to his. “I’m sorry Jaybird,” you whispered to him, “I wish I got the chance to tell you how much I love you.”

You kissed the top of his head gently. You knew it was time to go. You had so many emotions inside of you and you were enraged. You stood up and began to grab your things.

“You can stay here tonight (Y/N),” Bruce said to you. It was the first time you really heard him speak in such a soft tone.

You ignored the offer and began to leave. Bruce went to touch your shoulder but you immediately pushed his hand off of you and looked into his eyes, “This is all your fault. Jason is dead because you didn’t do your job! You’re supposed to protect Gotham and yet the biggest threat to Gotham was out there for months torturing the boy that I loved! This is all your fault that he’s laying there, dead.”

“(Y/N).”

You walked away with a final few words, “I couldn’t save him. But I will avenge him.”

Oof! Ya’ll it’s getting crazy. I was so sad making this like I never really thought of how sad it was when Jason died until I started writing this. Like he was dead and never coming back that’s hard for me to think about. Anyways the next chapter is probably gonna be pretty long and be the end of this story. This is my first time doing a story like this and I just wanted to thank you all for being so damn supportive of me honestly it makes me so happy to see you all like this story so far. Alright I’m gonna go, see you next time!

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Teenagers - Part 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Type: Story (2/4)

Warnings: PG-13 (Language and Sexual Assault)

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

(Yes, I do know that this isn’t Jason as a teen please don’t punch me ya’ll)

You woke up to the sound of banging on your door. You gasped, sitting up and looking around your small apartment. The banging stopped for a moment before you heard whispering. You laid back down thinking to yourself, they must’ve got the wrong apartment. Then, the knocking came back as soon as it left, two knocks a pause and three more knocks. You shot up and put on a shirt and shorts before opening the door to reveal the two kids outside.

The kids ran past you and you shut the door, “Get in your hiding spots!”

The pair split up, the little girl running into your room and the little boy running into the bathroom closet. You cleaned up around the apartment, you looked to the kids hiding places to make sure they were covered before sitting on your bed and turning on your tv.

Only a few seconds later you hear banging on your door. You pause for a moment before getting up. The banging was harder, “Coming!”

You took your time getting to the door. As soon as you moved the door knob the door pushed open. Three cops pushed into your house pushing you aside. You sigh and shut the door, “Aren’t you supposed to have a permit before barging into someone’s apartment?”

“Shut up,” one officer says while moving some things around your house.

“You seen two kids come into this building,” another officer says

“I’ve been asleep until now.”

“Is there a chance the kids are here?”

You tilt your head, “And why would you assume that?”

The officer steps near you, “Because it seems like all the little rats in this neighborhood run into your building when they get into some trouble.”

“Hm,” you say acting stumped, “That’s pretty weird. I’ll have to talk to them about that the next time I see them.”

The two other officers look around your apartment behind chairs, under tables, and in rooms. One officer walks into your bathroom and looks around the tiny space, shit. The officer looks at you and you both make eye contact, he smirks before pulling open the bathroom closet door, shit shit shit. He looks into the closet but to both your surprise, there’s no sign of the little boy that you left in there.

You look at the officer who you talked to before, “Hey. you should maybe tell your buddy over there that it’s kinda weird to look through someone’s closet.”

The officer look at the other before sighing, “Get out of there Bill.”

All three of the officers look at each other, “I don’t see anything here except a trashy apartment.”

“Ouch,” you say faking hurt.

The officers look at each other and begin to leave your apartment. You watch them slowly walking out hoping to bust you for something. You wait as the last officer shuts the door to relax. You listen to their footsteps outside of your door and can hear their footsteps fading away after a few seconds. You let out a sigh of relief before stomping twice as an all clear sign. The two kids both come out for the same hiding place and you sigh again.

“What did you two think you were doing! You could’ve gotten caught.”

The two looked at each other and the boy spoke up, “Jamie was scared, I had to help her calm down.”

You look at the two and sigh, “I don’t want to know what you two did. Don’t do it again, okay? I don’t keep letting the same kids come back.”

The kids both nod and you usher them out through the fire escape. You watched as the two began their trip back to wherever they came from. You let out a little laugh before going back to your normal routine. You took a quick shower and made a bowl of cereal. You sat on your sofa/bed and ate looking at the tv. The news was once again talking about the billionaire who had supported the city. They talked about the unveiling of Gotham’s new library which Bruce Wayne had once again paid for.

“And here he is, Bruce Wayne and his son, Jason,” you looked at the screen to see the boy you once knew standing next to the billionaire. The memory of him coming back.

It’d been nearly three years since you had seen Jason. During the first year you had felt abandoned, left alone. You had spent so much time alone and trying to find your best friend. It was like Jason had disappeared, his father had been in jail and his mother had died before he was taken so it felt like you were the only one who cared to look for him. You wondered where the Batman would’ve taken the boy.

It only took some months before you found Jason. Jason was now said to be the second adopted son of the billionaire Bruce Wayne. When you heard the news you were happy for him, he had a new life now. But soon after feelings of anger and resentment came to you. Jason had left you alone. Still, you wondered how he was doing, what he looked like, if he still remembered you. Did he even care to remember you?

After another year you had so many problems that you couldn’t find the time to think of him. You became hard, crime was all around you and who you were raised by. Marco had took you in and tried to show you the way to run a group. You still refused crime, holding onto the little streak of hope that you may get out of this life. You worked odd jobs and searched to find a steady income. You knew how to handle people, how to manipulate, sometimes you had to to get by.

The third year after Jason he felt like a happy memory from an old life. You became a bit closer with Marco’s gang. They took you in as their own and you seemed to have a place there. You worked two jobs and found yourself a cheap apartment. You began running small errands for the gang. You began to not mind the crime, but the hope of one day getting out of town was still deep in your mind. You wondered how Jason was doing, yet something in you thought he probably had never wondered how you were.

The sound of a loud car horn brought you out of your thoughts. You got up and turned off the tv. You grabbed your purse and ran off to work.

“I’m going home Deb,” you yell back before opening the door of the restaurant.

“Night!” the woman had said as you walked out and down the street.

You had stayed working later than usual which meant you had to walk home alone after dark. Anyone who had a brain knew that walking alone in Gotham at night was a bad idea if you didn’t have a weapon or bad intentions. You picked up your pace hoping that you could get home fast today.

You were nearly halfway home when you heard footsteps from close behind. Shit, you thought to yourself. You knew that you were in trouble. You picked up your pace and as you thought, so did the man behind you. You were defenseless and still had a few more blocks to get home.

You suddenly tried to break out into a run but the man grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby alley. You let out a scream and began kicking and screaming to get away from the man. The man covered your mouth and you bit his hand. He let out a grunt before hitting you and throwing you against the brick wall. He put his hand back over your mouth to muffle your screams. You kicked him but he refused to let you go. You kicked the man again and he fell back a bit.

“Help!” You scream and try to move away from the man.

The man grabs you again and pulls you back. You keep trying to fight back but he’s bigger than you. He overpowers you and moves you back. You knew how this goes, you’ve seen enough sick people doing sick things to know how this would end for you. You prayed that you would be let go of. You closed your eyes and some tears began to fall out.

There’s a sudden jolt when the man is ripped off of you. You slide down to the ground and cover your face. You hear what sounds like someone punching the man. You look up for a moment. There’s fast movements as you look up to see the vigilante in front of you kicking the man down.

The man grunts at every kick he receives and you hear the boy murmur, “Don’t. Touch. Her.”

You try to get up but fall back down to the ground. You groan as your muscles ache from the encounter. The vigilante looks over at you and stops his wrath on the man. He takes a moment to tie the man up before walking slowly over to you.

You shift back as he comes closer to you and he kneels down, “It’s okay (Y/N). Let’s get you home.”

He picks you up and helps you begin walking home. When you get on your feet it’s hard to even try and move them. He sweeps up your legs and carries you home. You’re stunned, your mind couldn’t comprehend what had happened in only a few minutes.

The man carries you into your apartment building, you made a note to yourself to remember that you had never told him where you lived. Your suspicions of who the man could be began rushing to your head. How did he know who you were? You thought he must have seen your I.D. Still you wondered why you felt as if you knew the masked man. You knew him by his alias, Robin. He was the sidekick to the infamous Batman. Still, his voice reminded you of someone you know.

He opens your apartment door and you make another note to remember to lock your door before you leave. He takes a moment to look around before putting you down on the bed/couch. The man looks over your body to find any wounds and checks to see if you have a concussion. You feel yourself get more and more drowsy after only a few minutes.

“It’s ok to feel tired. Your body was under a lot of stress. It happens after something like this occurs,” The man says and you nod lying your head down.

He stands up, “Well it looks like you only have a bruise on your wrist. Physically you should be fine. Mentally are you ok?”

You nod, “I feel fine. A bit stunned, but fine. Who are you?”

“Robin,” the man says and you see the hint of a smile on his face.

You hum, “Thank you.”

He nods at you, “Just doing my job. Sleep good (Y/N).”

He walks out of your apartment making sure to lock the door and disappears into the night.

The next day you tell Deb about your encounter last night. She listens worried for you, she asks if you’re alright and you reply with a yes. “But for some reason, it felt like I knew Robin.”

“Hm,” she says, “Maybe you do. You got any cute guys you go to school with who might be part time vigilantes?”

You laugh and shake your head, “Not that I’m aware of.”

You both laugh and you think about the idea.

A plate crashes on the ground as you come to a realization. He knew your name, he knew where you lived, and he was right there when you were almost attacked. Either that was the best luck that someone could have of that he for sure knew who you were. You assumed it was the later.

You weren’t dumb. You knew that something was up. You didn’t know many people your age, you didn’t get along with them. Gang members don’t double as vigilantes at night. So who could it be? Saying it out loud you thought it was an odd conclusion but it made sense in your head. Jason Todd.

It made so much sense. Your theory was that Batman found Jason and took him in and trained him to become Robin. This would explain why Bruce Wayne adopted Jason. Bruce is Batman.

“I have to leave early today Deb. Is that okay?”

“After what you went through yesterday go ahead honey.”

You nodded to her. Now you began your walk all the way to Wayne Manor.

You gulped when you looked up at the towering building in front of you. You stood in front of the gate that you had sneaked your way near to be able to talk to Jason. You hadn’t seen him in years and the thought that maybe the masked man wasn’t him would make him think you were insane. Maybe he didn’t even remember you but you had to give it a try. You had so much anger from all the questions you wanted answered and it was time to get your answers.

You pressed the button to tell someone that you were at the gate. You waited a moment when you heard an older man’s voice come through the speaker. “Hello Miss. How may I help you.”

It was odd, you realized you had never been called miss before, then again you’ve never been anywhere other than rough neighborhoods. You regained your thoughts and spoke, “Hi. I’m (Y/N), I’m here to see Jason?”

Your sentence came out more like a question, “Please hold dear.”

You stood looking around the outside of the gate waiting for the man to come back. You could not believe what you’re doing. What if you had the wrong mansion? What if Jason didn’t even know you existed?

“Please come in, Miss.”

You nod and the gates begin to open. You take a deep breath. You got this, you think to yourself, you’re just visiting a friend. You begin the walk up to your friend’s house.

Once you get up the stairs you ring the doorbell. You hear the loud ringing from outside. You look down at you feet for a moment and look back up when you hear a bell resonating through the house. The door opens and you hold your breath. You look at the boy in front of you, your mouth opening a bit.

“Jason,” you say and smile.

“(Y/N),” he moves out of the doorway and towards you. He hugs you tight, making you gasp for a moment.

“Oh,” you laugh at him, “Relax, it’s just me.”

He only holds you tighter. He was taller than before, taller than you now. His hair had grown out and he had a more muscular build. He didn’t look just like the young boy you remembered, something about him was different. You hear footsteps coming from the home and look up. Bruce Wayne. You’d never seen the man in person before. He wasn’t as scary as you were expecting, though your theory reminded you that he could be more dangerous than he seemed. You tap on Jason to let you go and he complies but keeps his hands on your arms, “It’s really you!”

You nod and look over at the man, Jason turns to see what you are looking at. He let’s go of your arms and lets out a laugh, “Sorry, Dad this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Bruce. My dad.”

You look at the cheerful boy and then at the man near him. You can’t help but smile, your anger subsiding. You stick your hand out, “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

The man nods, “You too. Jason has told me a lot about you.”

You let out a laugh, “Wish I could say the same back.”

Jason look at you with a look of concern. “Well. I’ll leave you two kids alone.”

“Nice meeting you,” You say as the man leaves the room.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you. You turn to Jason and he looks at you. When he’s sees the look on your face his smile fades a bit, “So. What brings you here?”

“I,” you say, you begin to wonder why you were here, “I had questions.”

“What questions?”

You look up at him, “Why. Why did you never call me? Why did you never come back? Why you left me alone? Why you never came back? Why you wouldn’t talk to me? Why you acted like I was gone! God I have so many questions and all I want is to know why you left me all by myself?”

You sit down on the chair near you. Jason sits next to you, trying to hold onto your arm, you move it away. He sighs, “(Y/N) I never meant to hurt you. I- I- I want to tell you so much, but it’d be hard for you to understand.”

“I’m not some idiot Jason! I know it was you last night!”

He does quiet for a moment, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. I knew it was you last night. Your voice. You knew my name, where I lived, that my door is never locked. Jason I know you’re Robin. You know I’m not some kind of dumbass.”

He just looks at you in disbelief. You turn to look at him and he just looks at you. It takes a moment but a smile comes across his face. He laughs and you look at him confused. He hugs you, laying his head on you, “I’m an idiot (Y/N). Damn I’m an idiot.”

You take a moment and ruffle his hair, “You really are.”

“Three years (Y/N). Three years! God I’m an idiot!” He says and lays his body on the couch and head on your lap.

“You are. Why would you just leave me like that?” You say feeling more of past emotions coming back.

“I thought I was keeping you safe. If people knew you and I were hanging out people might hurt you. Use you against me. I didn’t want you to get hurt (Y/N). I was the only thing hurting you I guess.”

You hit his head lightly. You sigh and he looks up at you.

“Promise me,” you say looking into his eyes, “Promise me you won’t leave me like that.”

“I promise. I’ll never leave you again.”

This was long wow. I hope you guys liked it, I know it was kinda a shitty chapter. This is the calm before the storm mwahahaha. I have fall break so I’m uploading the second one either today or tomorrow. I’m ready ya’ll I hope you are too.

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Childhood - Part 1

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Type: Story (¼)

Warnings: PG-13 (language and talk of crime)

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

From as long as you can remember, Jason and you have been a team. Inseparable since you were young. It was hard for you to remember a specific time where he wasn’t there. Good people were always hard to find in a city filled with crime, especially at crime alley. When it came to where you both lived, both of you were picked the short straw. Neither of you had wanted to live in crime alley, what kid would. As kids, you were both used by your own parents for whatever suited them. From stealing to hiding drugs, you both endured your parent’s problems.

That brings us to today. A matter of events that brought you two to run for your lives.”Hey! Stop you little shits!“

“Jason hurry!” You say running ahead of him and jumping through the ajar window. You begin to lift the window up for Jason to crawl through.

He lifts one foot through but before putting the other foot in, he’s grabbed by the officer, "Got you you little asshole!‘

You pull on his arm trying to make the officer let go of him. The officer hangs onto the boy with a death grip but you wrap your entire body around the boy to keep him from moving. The man begins to try and push you off the boy. He moves his hand close to your face and you bite him, hard.

The officer lets out a scream as you spit out some skin that you had bitten off. You pull Jason and he slides through the window. The window slams shut and you can hear the muffled screams of the officer. Jason lands on top of you and you let out a wheeze.

“Jason get off me!” You say pushing him off. You get up and grab his hand running through the building. You hear the cops outside coming down the street,"Hurry Jason! We’re almost there!”

"Right behind you!” He pants out.

The sirens get louder as you near your location. “Open up!” You scream hoping that someone inside would hear you.

You run faster and up to the door banging on it as hard as you can. Come on open up, you thought to yourself. Less than a second later Jason is by your side yelling to let you both in. Suddenly the door opens and you both push your ways in the building.

You collapse onto the ground for a moment, out of breath from the experience. You knew what happened to the kids on crime alley when they were caught, they were beaten and thrown in jail. Some never coming back out. You didn’t want that to be you or Jason.

Someone grabs you by your shoulders and sits you up,”The hell you doing here kid?”

You can’t find the right words. It turns out you didn’t have to when you hear a loud banging coming from the door. “Open up! GCPD!”

“Shit,“ you say and get back up, “they found us”

"You two get downstairs, tell Marco I sent you.”

You grab Jason and pull him towards the basement. You run down the stairs skipping steps to get there faster.“Marco!”

You reach the end of the stairs and turn to see the gang leader who’s had a hand in raising you. The men turn around to meet the two of you before Marco says, ”(Y/N), Jason!“

The man comes up to both of you and ruffles your hair, “What brings my two favorite kids here today?”

“Cops,” you say catching your breath,“upstairs.”

Marco looks at you and then looks up the steps,"Well, then let’s go handle it.”

Marco and the rest of his gang walk up the stairs leaving you and Jason alone. You let out a sigh of relief and take a seat putting your head in your hands,”Why’d you bring us here?”

You turn your head to the unsatisfied boy. You sigh,”You expect us to run home?“

“I didn’t expect you to run to a gang.”

“Jason, you really think our parents would help us out of this situation? They wouldn’t even realize we were home! What else was I supposed to do. Let the cops take you?”

Jason pauses and takes a seat next to you,“Jason, we have no one else to go to. You know Marco would help us out, he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to either of us.“

“He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his successor.”

You pause for a moment, “Jason! We both agreed we weren’t doing this crime thing. We just got to get enough money until we get out of here. K?”

Jason sighs, "You’re right.”

You pause and then chuckle, ”I’m sorry what’d you say? Can you say it a little louder?“

He pushes you and laughs. You rest your back on the couch. Push him back lightly and he winces. You turn to him and grab his arm, moving his sleeve up. You see a bruise starting to form on his arm. The outline of the hand still present, “Jason.”

“Yeah?“

“Let’s never do this again.”

He looks down at you and nods. You lay on his shoulder,“One day you’re gonna get out of here. I know it.”

You begin to fall asleep and Jason laughs. You let sleep take over you and the boy looks down at you in admiration.

After that night both you and Jason were on a clean streak. No more crime from either of you. You both started out confident in yourselves but then after a while it became harder to go on. No crime meant no money. You were both too young to get jobs and so you were left with a few scraps each. By the end of the month it was a miracle you both survived.

“Jason what are we gonna do?“ You say one morning.

He pauses for a moment, “I have no idea. Just, just trust me okay? I got this.”

You nod and Jason leaves you in your complex. You sigh and lay down in your bed before drifting back into a deep sleep.

It had been five hours since you had last saw Jason. No one saw where he went or what had happened to him. You ran through blocks looking for him. You called out his name hundreds of times but received no answer, “Jason!“

You yell for the boy as you wander down crime alley. Your hope to find him was diminishing. You let out tears as you walked down the street. He was no where to be seen, who knows what happened to him. You thought maybe it was the cops but you didn’t hear or see any of them around all day. You then thought he went stealing again, what if the victim got to him.

You turn the corner of crime alley and pause for a moment. You see none other than Jason knelt down next to a giant car. The car was big, classy, and expensive. You look to see Jason in the process of taking off the tires. I knew how much those tires would sell for just by looking at them. You look over to what Jason was looking at. You stand there shocked, Batman. Shit. You knew Jason was in big trouble now.

You looked at Jason and he noticed you behind the tall brooding man. You thought to yourself, what are you going to do now.

Before you could think your body was already moving as you jumped in front of Jason pushing the man back. He didn’t move an inch. You didn’t let this shake you. Instead you screamed, "Back off bat freak!”

You don’t know where that terrible insult came from but it was the only thing you can think of. The man says nothing. He picks you up and pushes you to the side of the boy. “You steal from people you have to pay the price.”

You try to move towards Jason as the man grabs his arm, “Please! STOP!”

You move more to get closer to Jason, kicking the man in the shin, “HE WAS STEALING FOR ME! He’s just a kid he doesn’t know what he’s doing! He’s a good kid, he’s smart and he wants to get out of this place! Please! Don’t take him to jail, he doesn’t belong with those people! Please!”

Tears stream down your face as the vigilante moves a bit backwards. You jump onto Jason and son into his chest, “Please, let him go!”

The man looks down at you and you look up at him with a beggar’s eyes. You feel as though something inside of him softens.

“I won’t take him to jail. But he will have to come with me.”

You look at Jason and he nods at the man. Brave. No fear on his face.

You look up to the vigilante, “Promise you won’t hurt him.”

He looks down to you, “Promise.”

You let him go towards Jason. You grab Jason’s hand and he gives you a reassuring glance.

“I’ll come back for you.“

A/N Oh shit y'all I posted bahahaha! IM BACK!! This is part 1 of a four part series. It’s gonna be good (hopefully) Sorry if theres any grammatical errors, I don’t have a lot of time to proof read sadly! I hope you guys like what I post. I’m always open for requests! Thank you for sticking around! Bye!

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