#and he was like i do pay from my pocket blah blah blah

[grimandghoulish]

.

[haechoxo]

[6:42 pm]

"who was that guy you were with earlier?"

"can i have a minute to breathe before you start interrogating me? i'm still naked," you sighed, feeling slightly frustrated.

haechan just shrugged, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "just wondering."

"you mean you're just jealous," you playfully teased, a slight smile forming on your lips. although you and haechan were only friends, there was an unspoken connection between you two. one text, and he would show up at your place in no time, but lately, those encounters had become less frequent.

"mark is a friend from college, remember? lee minhyung? you guys were practically roommates for a semester... he recently moved back home and wanted to catch up, that's all," you reassured him, hoping to ease any concerns. he responded with a muttered "okay" before grabbing his clothes. it had become somewhat of a routine, his presence in your home dwindling. he stayed for shorter periods, making you feel somewhat unsettled.

"the guys are planning to have breakfast together this friday. you’ll be there, right?" you asked, trying to break the awkward silence that seemed to taint your recent one-on-one encounters.

"yeah, i think so. renjun will give me an earful if i don't show up for another group outing," haechan replied, chuckling lightly. maybe things weren't changing after all. satisfied with his response, you murmured a quick "good" and left it at that.

"alright, i’ll be heading out now, got shit to do," he added without any endearing nicknames—no "babe," "angel," "baby," or "honey." nothing.

"oh, okay. see you friday then," you said, offering a half-hearted smile, hesitant to lean in for a hug, let alone a kiss. but he didn't seem to share your hesitation. he simply left, hands in his pockets, giving you a solitary nod.

as you fell back onto the bed that suddenly felt much larger than it did just ten minutes ago, letting out a shaky exhale, realizing you had been holding your breath.

what is happening?

next

a/n ; first post… 😟 beginning part of an extremely old wip i wrote instead of paying attention to my lecture during my first semester of college i think,, like late 2022😹 its kind of corny and im annoyed at how short it is,, theres more but i doubt it’ll be finished let alone posted because most of my wips are usually silly little dreams based on songs and i struggle with adding substance to make my work longer blah blah blaaahh theres also lots of changes to be made because this was originally a jeonghan piece!! crazy,, anyways lmk what u think, advice is appreciated! xoxo jelly

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Muggle Activities

masterlist

pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, a snippet of protective/jealous tom

summary: you finally convinced tom to go to a carnival with you

a/n: guyss i have a small something planned when i get just a few more followers and im excited :) also i have no clue what the cost of the wristbands are so i just made up a price.

song: best song ever - one direction

"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Tom aggressively sighs.

"You did it because you love me." You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek.

He lowly grumbles something along the lines of, "Yeah, yeah."

You were wearing a pastel blue, knee length sundress. Along with a matching pastel blue ribbon holding your hair back behind your head.

Tom was dressed in black dress pants and white button up. His put his hands in his pants pockets and you grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the ticket stand.

The elder woman looks at you two, "Hello."

You smile at her and fidget with one of the rings on Tom's finger. "Hi! Um, may we please have two wristbands?"

"Sure, that'll be $65."

You go to take the money from your purse but Tom grabs your wrist and shakes his head. He pulls his wallet out and hands her the money.

Before you came, you and Tom went to change some of your wizard currency into muggle money.

You sigh and look at him, "Why do you never let me pay. I feel bad, you're always spending money on me."

He leans over as the lady moves to grab the wristbands. "Who's to say I don't enjoy spoiling you, darling?"

You blush and mumble, "Well, thank you."

"Alright, here you go, enjoy."

You thank the woman and excitedly move away from the stand to put the bands on. "May I see your wrist, sir?"

"Yes, ma'am."

He holds out his wrist and you put it on, he then does the same for you.

"Alright! Where should we go first?"

Tom looks around and shrugs, "I don't know, you're the one who's familiar with these things."

"Hm, let's start with... Zero Gravity!" You grab his hand and start walking towards the ride.

"Do we have to go on rides?" Tom practically whines. "Why not those things over there?" You look at him and see him watching the carnival games. "Muggles think this stuff is fun?" Tom asks as he looks at the ride that swings back and forth as people scream.

"Yep! Oh and don't worry we'll do the games. After a few rides," you grin. "Come on."

You make it to the line and to your surprise, the line was decently short, so you were able to get onto the ride quickly.

You two stand next to each other and the ride starts a minute later, spinning so fast that you two are pushed back against the padding behind you.

After it stops, you two walk off and stand out of the way. "So! How was your first ride experience?"

"It was... nauseating. I don't know what the point of that was."

"I think it was fun!" You bounce on your feet and look up at his hair which got a bit messed up.

You reach your arms up and comb your fingers through his hair, neatening it.

"If anyone else were to touch my hair, I-"

"You would use an unforgivable curse, blah blah blah."

"You know me too well," he gives you a boyish grin. He puts his arm on your shoulders and turns you. Running his fingers through your hair and tightening your bow.

"Thanks, love," you kiss his hand. "Okay, next let's go on the swings!"

He nods and follows you like a lost puppy, although if anyone were to say that they wouldn't have a tongue to say anything again.

You two show your wristbands and find your seats. The ride begins and the swings start going around as it rises into the air. Tom has to admit it's a good view since it's nighttime and everything is lit up.

It spins for about two more minutes before slowing and going low again. When it's stopped you turn to Tom, "That was great, wasn't it?"

He shrugs as you both unhook the straps, "I don't know if I would use that word, but it wasn't bad." You walk over to him and take his hand in yours, walking through the exit. "Where to now, angel?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "How about that roller coaster?"

He looks at where you're pointing and starts to shake his head immediately. "No. Abso-bloody-lutely not."

"Come on Tom! It's not that bad." You start pulling him and you look back at him, "It's practically the same things as the Gringotts Mine Cart."

"I suppose."

You wait a bit on the line and get put in your own cart. You hold his hand and put your free hand on his bouncing knee. "Don't be nervous, love."

He scoffs, "I'm not nervous."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Mhm."

The ride starts and you go all directions at a great speed. It goes in loops and goes up before it drops.

You look over at Tom and see his eyes closed. You smile and poke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at you when you laugh, "You're so cute."

He doesn't have time to scold you for calling him cute because the cart takes a sharp turn before going back to where you started.

The man running the ride comes and lifts the bars. You two step out and go down the stairs. "That was amazing," you lean against Tom's side.

"Whatever you say, darling."

"Okay, why don't we get some cotton candy and then play a few games. It's already 10:45."

"Okay," he kisses your head. You two walk over and purchase two cotton candy and then walk to one of the games.

"Tom! I need to win a fish! The poor things are probably miserable in those tiny bags."

"Okay only one though because I don't think Hogwarts allows pet fish."

"Bloody hell," Tom says holding two large buckets full of bagged fish.

"I can't leave them to die in there!"

"As much as I love how caring you are, was winning thirty-four fish necessary?"

"Yes, Tom. That lady was nice enough to let me play for almost twenty minutes. Okay! Next game."

You two walk up to the game with darts you throw to pop small balloons on the wall.

You smile at the guy working the game. He seemed about your age. "Hi!"

He looks up from his phone and Tom places the buckets on the ground. "Hey," he says, lips curving into a small smirk.

"Mind if I play once?" You ask, handing him a five dollar bill.

"Not at all," he winks and hands you three darts. You hand two to Tom and keep the last one.

Tom throws his, popping two balloons. You throw the last one and pop a balloon.

"Great aim," the guy says. "Pick whatever."

You glance around, spotting something before turning to Tom. "That looks like Novalie," you beam at him, referring to your owl. Tom looks behind you and sees the guy looking quite low in a place he certainly shouldn't be.

He turns you around and wraps an arm around your shoulder while he glares at the guy, "We'll take the owl," he says coolly.

The guy grabs it and hands it to you with a charming smile. He opens his mouth but Tom cuts him off, starting to walk away. "Let's go, sweetheart."

You glance back at the guy who's watching you two walk away. "Bye, thank you! Oh, the fish!"

"I'll get them, wait here." Tom walks over and picks up the buckets. You see him lean over and mumble something to the guy who looks like he's seen a ghost.

You hit his arm when he gets to you, "What did you say to the poor guy?"

"Nothing," he says.

"Didn't look like nothing to me."

"Nothing that you should hear."

"Tom."

"Don't 'Tom' me. We should get going, don't you want to get the fish a thing to live in?"

"A fish tank?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, luckily I saw a place called 'PetSmart' on our way here. I'm going to buy so many decorations for it."

You two walk to the car and put the fish on the floor in the back. You two sit down and as soon as you put your seatbelt on, Tom's lips are on your.

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and holds you in place.

You put a hand on his arm and the other on his shoulder. He bites your bottom lip and you lightly gasp. He slides his tongue in your mouth and slides his against yours.

You kiss him for another few seconds and then pull back breathing heavy. "Goodness me, Tom."

"I love you, you know that?"

You furrow your eyebrows, "Of course I do. I love you, too."

"You wouldn't leave me, right?"

"Tom," you peck his lips. "Never in eternity would I leave you."

"Okay. Let's go get that fish tank," he puts a hand on your thigh and starts driving.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

the prologue

pairing: leon x reader's mom*

cw: noncon, p in v, leon roofies a woman, degradation, woman pisses herself but not in a sexual context (is v drunk), heavily implied that leon has a history of doing this kind of thing

summary: short lil thing inspired by @thevirgincherry 's fic nymphomania wherein leon (reader's dad) is implied to have met reader's mom when he noncon'd her... basically, this is the story of reader's mom and leon in theory

a/n: ik i don't usually write (or at least don't post) dark content, but i was feeling inspired

wc: 1k

Leon’s 27, going on 28, he’s way too old to keep doing this, and yet, the pill in his pocket is nagging him. He’s trying not to stare at the brunette beauty down at the other edge of the bar. Just one more time, he tells himself. She’ll be the last. He moves past her on the way to the restroom and tries to gauge her reaction when he places his hand on her lower back to squeeze through the crowd. “‘Scuse me, sweetheart,” he says, “just gonna squeeze past ya.”

He swears he can feel her eyes on him when he walks away. He prepares himself in the bathroom mirror. Since he’s a good man, he has to rationalize the crime before he commits it. She’s a prime target. One might even say she’s asking for it by looking away from her drink, leaving it open for anyone to do whatever they please with it. Leon considers himself a bit of a feminist these days, so he wouldn’t say she’s asking for it. She is a little naive, though, and in this world, you can’t let your guard down for a second. Leon’s teaching her a lesson, he’s doing her a good deed by spiking her drink. He’ll be gentler than most rapists would be, he’ll even try to make her cum if he can. He’s a real gentleman. Claire always talks about how “men never pay attention to what women want in the bedroom, and how women never cum, blah blah blah”, so he’s doing his part here. When she gets up to go to the ladies room, she almost falls over, but Leon’s there to catch her.

“Whoa,” he says, stabilizing her, “don’t want you to fall over. It’d be a shame to get a bruise on that pretty face.”

She looks at him like he’s an angel, and on some level he detests her for it, but goddamn she’s making this so much easier.

“You think I’m pretty?” She slurs out, starry-eyed.

“The prettiest,” he says.

“Uh-oh…” she says, and he’s about to ask her what’s wrong, but he follows her gaze and she’s the wet patch from her crotch down her legs.

Dammit. She really is a ditzy girl. PIssed herself with little enough shame that Leon wonders if this is the first time this has happened to her. On the one hand, Leon’s not happy about the damage this will do to the nice leather seats in his car, but on the other hand, it’s extra lube. Sure, piss isn’t ideal, but neither is blood, and he usually walks away from these encounters with a thin layer of that coating his dick. 

“‘S okay, honey,” he says, “let’s get you out of here and get you a change of clothes.”

“Yeah, need new clothes…”

“You do, yeah, so how ‘bout you come with me and I’ll get you cleaned up, how’s that sound?”

“Really?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t wanna leave a sweet thing like you all alone out here. Put your arm around my shoulder and I’ll help you walk to the car.”

Leon had one beer that night, and it was really just to blend in. He can drive. He’s not really into the whole “raping in the alley behind the bar” thing. He prefers something more sophisticated.

He gets her home and she’s more than ready to get undressed in front of him.

“Lemme help you get these off,” he says, stripping her of her pants. He makes sure to cop a feel while he’s at it. She seems a bit confused when he takes her shirt off too, but she seems to find it somewhat amusing. Her laugh annoys him. If her panties weren’t covered in piss, he’d put them in her mouth. He’s a good guy, so he won’t shove them in her mouth tonight. She’s tiny, anyway, so he can hold her hips with one hand and clamp a hand over her mouth at the same time while he fucks her from behind.

He’s too lazy to get undressed so he unbuckles his belt and gets his pants down just enough to get his cock out. She mumbles a bunch of shit he doesn’t care to decipher before he thrusts inside all at once. 

She moans. Leon feels less guilty since she likes it, but it’s also a bit of a turn off. It really defeats the purpose if she’s into it. 

“Fucking slut,” he says, “can’t believe you like this.”

He slaps her hard on the ass and she moans again. It almost makes him laugh. It’s like she’s made for him. He’d be a lot happier if the girl were a virgin, but he doubts she is. Virgins tend to protest a little more. 

“You like me raping you, huh?”

She tries to say something and Leon thinks it sounds like a “yes” which makes his conscience feel better, but a “no” probably would’ve made his dick harder. 

Her moans start to piss him off, so he clamps her mouth shut, and to his surprise, she clenches around him.

He pulls her hair, bringing her head close enough that he can warn her - no it’s more of a threat, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

He thinks about Claire - some parts of her, like her nagging tone, annoy him, but others, like her perky tits, make her likable enough for him to jerk off to her occasionally - the last time he saw Claire, she told him about the whole “orgasm gap” whatever the fuck that means. He pretended to listen to her because her hands move a lot when she talks, and when she’s not wearing a bra - and she wasn’t that day - it makes her tits bounce. Fine, he’ll be the good feminist man she wants him to be and make this girl cum. All he has to do is rub her clit for a good minute while he fucks her. He pulls out in time to cum on her ass. He wipes it off her with a wet paper towel from the kitchen and gets her dressed. Her clothes are dry by now. Perfect. He finds her ID in her wallet and drops her off at the address listed. He helps her in the door once he finds her key, and then he plops her down on the couch. 

He leaves, but not before leaving his business card in her wallet. “Had a great time tonight - Leon” he writes on the back. Just in case she wants to do this again sometime. 

[polyhexian]

eventually au - Stupid idea that takes place somewhere in the finale timeskip:

Hunter and Jasper walking on the path home through the woods from the Bonesborough market with groceries having an utterly stupid argument over something that is easy to get heated about but also pretty inconsequential. I'm gonna say it's a specific fighting technique Hunter likes to use.

Hunter's like "oh my god, Dad, it's for the intimidation factor" and Jasper is like "every time you do that you're leaving yourself open to an attack from the side" and Hunter is like "I keep an eye on it, no one's ever managed it" and Jasper's like "I HAVE" and Hunter's like "you're kind of an insane fighter, Dad, you don't count!" and Jasper is like "you can't just use a stupid move and assume no one will ever take advantage of it" and Hunter is like "it's not stupid, it looks cool!"

And that's when they realize they're surrounded by a group of coven scouts in extremely tattered uniforms. Belos loyalists. Great.

The leader is saying something about vengeance and the will of the titan and blah blah blah but Hunter and Jasper are just exchanging tired, incredulous glances like "are they fucking serious? oh my god they are. ugh."

The ensuing fight is, of course, short, brutal, and absolutely not in the loyalists' favor, but also the entire time Jasper and Hunter are STILL arguing with each other because they were having a VERY SERIOUS CONVERSATION, DAMMIT.

Hunter uses the technique Jasper hates no fewer than 3 times and Jasper is like "WOULD YOU STOP THAT?" as he slams a scout into a tree and Hunter is like "NO ONE'S GETTING THROUGH, I TOLD YOU!" as he swipes another scout's legs from under them and Jasper is like "IT'S NEEDLESSLY FLASHY!" while he buries a scout up to their neck and Hunter stops with his fist balled in the front of a scout's shirt like "I'M SORRY, YOU'RE CALLING ME FLASHY, MR. KNIFE HALO?!?"

Jasper knocks out the second-to-last scout and whirls around like "The knife halo is functional and leaves no openings! You're just being overdramatic!"

"I'm sorry, are you saying you're not overdramatic?!"

"Of course not! I'm just dramatic!"

"Dad, you are more overdramatic than any fighting technique I would ever possibly use."

The scout Hunter is holding up by their collar weakly raises a finger. "For what it's worth, I served under both of you, and I can confirm that the two of you are equally and stupidly overdramatic."

"Ugh, shut up, Janethan," Hunter says, walloping them over the head with Flapjack's staff and letting them fall limply to the ground. He sighs as he surveys the unconscious bodies lying around, and then he pulls out his scroll to make a call. "Hey Steve. I'm in the woods west of Bonesborough and I've got, like, a dozen loyalists for you to arrest--Dad, what are you doing?"

Jasper is rifling through the scouts' pockets. "These assholes trampled our groceries," he says, confiscating wallets and dumping snails into his hand. "It's only fair that they pay for replacements. I'm teleporting back to the market and I will be right back. If any of these jerks wake up in the meantime, don't use that stupid move on them."

"Fine, but I'm not gonna stop using it when it works for me just fine, Dad."

Jasper teleports away with a huff.

(The next time Hunter spars with Willow, he uses that move and her vines swarm him from the side in seconds while she grins smugly. He is going to put salt in his father's eggs.)

JCJRHSBFNFKDIFNF GOD WILLOW AND JASPER TEAMING UP AGAINST HIM IS SOOOOOO FUULNNYYYYYY oh my god what do you do when your dad and your wife are BOTH giving you shit. Then you know they're going to tell Luz and vee and he's going to have SISTERS on his ass TOO. They're going to be posting memes in the group chat about Hunter getting kicked in the ribs trying to be cool on the daily

[foster-the-world]

Why do I get my hopes up

Remember how I thought they found a special ed provider? Well I was wrong. I signed the authorization form but now there is no start date. Lots of emails, phone calls, no response except "I emailed and haven't heard from them."

Now I have to do the due process hearing tomorrow. I'm glad I had the foresight not to cancel. But I would have prepared a great deal more. Dreading every second of it. Taking unpaid leave off work since I haven't earned leave, yet. Which adds insult to injury.

Also, baby boy had a big outburst yesterday. Knocking over chairs, not listening, etc. He's high energy but this is not normal. He's been doing well in school. Had his parent teacher conference last week- nothing like that mentioned at all. All good reports on his benchmarks - letters, etc. Teacher said "she loved him." A week back she told my husband intelligence wise he's "#1 in the class." Probably not appropriate to say but not bad to hear. Last night we made a big deal out of his bad behavior. Not much we can do but talk to him but we talked a lot. Today we got our first call home about the same bad behavior. He was climbing on the book shelf, running out of the class, threw a milk bottle down. He hasn't done this all year. Nothing at all has changed at home. It's daylight savings time but he still got his normal 12 hours of sleep last night. At a loss for what to do. I told the teacher I could come get him but I'm afraid it would make him do it again. He likes school but his preference is always to be with me. She said they didn't want that. Tonight we tried not mentioning the bad behavior at all. We are wondering if making a big deal out of it somehow perversely makes him do it again. Talking about it certainly didn't help. Not saying its a good idea we just don't know what else to do. He was an angel at home and the playground. Sharing his toys, making new friends, etc, etc.

Emailed the school assistant principal, counselor, teacher, etc. Said we would love to work together to come up with a solution. Cc'd the special ed lady who is supposed to find him providers. Explained in the email they haven't found him providers and hoped that she would provide insight. No response so far. Blah.

If he keeps acting like that at school we will have to pull him out. Its a public school so they can't kick him out (or at least not easily) but we aren't going to let him make his teachers/classmates miserable. They deserve a safe, calm classroom. I guess we would try to find a daytime sitter. We have a few options.

Before that we are thinking we will pay the crazy, insane amount of money for a special ed provider out of pocket if the hearing does not go our way tomorrow. Ten hours per week will cost roughly the same as my take home pay as a full-time nurse. We had talked about paying for four hours - which was more manageable in our budget. But with this kind of behavior that won't be enough. In theory, it will only be for three months.

If I had a really stressful job I would be considering giving it up, if this behavior continues. It seems like a full time job trying to get these services and he could stay home with me until we figure it out. Financially, we could afford for me to stay home another yearish based off the money we made selling our home. However, this job will eventually be a really good job as a parent. There will always be time for me to do some family logistic stuff during the day. At some point I can work from home two days a week. Once sick leave/PTO kicks in I'll have a lot. FMLA benefits are generous. I have a union. In the long run I'm sure I could negotiate time off to figure out his needs if it so requires. Its just a shitty time for all of this to be going down because I only started six weeks ago. Not to mention I want to work. I went to nursing school for a reason. So far, I really like the work. I started trying to get him services last May. How in the world does he still only have a half hour out of the 13 hours he is assigned? Its all so depressing.

[boyinafandom]

OOOKKK SO I wrote this originally on ✨wattpad✨ and it got like 2k reads? But I deleted it (because I’m an ungrateful brat that doesn’t deserve love or whatever) but anyway here’s some story notes before we start

(Also my dumb ass accidentally posted this when it was unfinished and then had to delete it and start all over so…😔😔)

•y/n is a 25 y/o MALE because we need more male y/n content

•ej,jeff and Toby have a a brother like relationship, Jeff’s the oldest and ej and Toby are around the same age so you can decide for yourself who YOU think is older MMMKAYYY (i say as I bat my pretty little eyelashes at you)

•TW hint at y/n having a past sh problem

•this story is one of those biker sand pit show thingys (i don’t know what there called) but anyway short summary, ej and Toby work there part time (and so does Kate but that’s a minor thing) they find y/n they tell them to leave, they don’t so they tell y/n to get in the cage and if they don’t cry they can stay, and Toby ruffs em up or whatever blah blah blah *blows raspberry*

•also ej and y/n are lowkey in a relationship/Situationship and he gets mad jealous when Toby so much as talks to you, so be ready shawty 😈

______GAY PEOPLE<3______

A story by Me…LN :3

(THATS NOT THE NAME OF THE STORY I SWEAR😭😭😭)

“You’re not going,Y/N. It’s not safe.”

-Jeff a total of 5 hours ago when him and the pastas that could conceal there identities said they were going to a “cool motor party” or somthin I don’t know I heard party and saw my change to finally get out of the house. So I took it and snuck away when Jeff wasn’t paying attention and now I’m at this big ass party- more like event. Jesus have you seen this place???

I roll my eyes at the thought, and take a look around, the first thing I see is Kate selling drinks,and I knew it was Kate because Of that jacket she always wears, with a motorcycle cycle helmet on, I guess the employees have to wear them? I don't fuckin no, so I walk over to the stand, the top of the gazebo is blue, probably one of those cheap ones from Walmart or some shit, anyway | greet her, she recognizes me and hands me a red solo cup of [insert what you want to drink here lolz] and I wave bye and walk off.

I stop at the gate, the motorists are practicing before the show, so everyone here has a chance to roam and stuff, and y' know, get robbed or something, anyway I'm completely focused on these men, just wandering about,engines blare, sand is getting thrown from the weals.

And then I feel it, hands,No knuckles, rubbing up and down my back, I whip around, about to slap the bee-Jesus (ya like jazz 🐝??) out of the person who had the nerve to touch me…and then I paused.

“Oh…hey Jack.”

He had a helmet on, to hide his..demonic..appearance but I knew it was him, from his gloves, he wore them so no one would see his claws

“Hello love, I thought you weren’t aloud to be out here?”

“Because Jeff told me it was “dangerous”? He literally uses me as a “get out of ass beating free” card every time we’re on a mission together, I don’t value a single thing he says.”

He places his hands on my hips, lightly pulling me in

“Well, it’s good to see you.”

He smiles. God why do I fall for the dorks..?

“It’s good to see you to.”

Then Toby comes up behind him, rolling his deep, dark umber eyes (yes I did google “different types of brown” for this,SHUT-)

“Jesus could you be any more gay???? Like seri-seriously. This is just sad.”

He says with a stutter

“Kind of hard to be a dick when you have a chronic stutter problem gay boy”

(GOD I FUCKINH LOVE COLOR CODING.)

He rolles his eyes, his face mask slipping lightly off his nose,so he moves it back up, then his phone rings,he huffs and pulls it out of his pocket and picks it up.

“WHAT.?”

Me and Jack look at each-other

“Jesus fuck Ben are you serious??? You had one job. One fucking job.”

He looks pissed, he wasn’t usually this easy to aggravate.Maybe his bipolar is acting up?I think he might’ve been out of those meds.

“You.”

Toby points at me.

“What.”

“You’re getting in the cage.”

“No the actual fuck he is not.”

Jack says, I can feel his grip on my waist tightening

“Fuck off Toby.”

“No. There not even supposed to be here. You heard Jeff.”

Jack let’s go of my waist, getting in Toby’s face

“Oh yea? And you’re gonna do what. Make them??”

“No. But how about this? They get in the cage, and if they make it out without pissing there pants they can stay. Ok!?”

Jack turns to look at me

“Sure I guess”

I say with a shrug

_____________________________________-_~____

As I get into the cage I feel Toby eyeing me from afar

“Ok so all you have to do is keep your arms up or close to your body, and if me or Toby hands you anything keep it close to your body ok?”

I nod

“Ok great, the show will start soon, so just be ready.”

Then he walks out of the cage and after a few minutes I hear engines blaring, people cheering, so I throw my arms up and wait, the black tank top I was wearing lightly rising up, and in a moment there was a man in the cage with me,the visor on the helmet lifted so I could tell who it was,it was Jack, I’m surprised he could operate a motorcycle with such lack of vision.

He did rings around the cage, as he went his hands layed on my chest, shoulders, waist and back, he loved to touch me, that was evident, his favorite activity when we were alone together was to trace my scars, getting visibly upset when I told him there was more then the ones on my arms, he hated the idea that I wanted to hurt myself, and that I used to.

After about 5 minutes of spinning he exits the cage, it goes silent for a minute, and it stays silent..and it stays silent.. I want to turn around, to see why it was so silent, and then the noise started back up again, thankfully, and Toby entered the cage.

He however was not as fun to be around as Jack, he was going insanely fast around the cage. Batting at me with his nails, leaving red marks and lashes all over my upper body, one on my face to, this went on for what felt like hours.

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Yet another unsatisfying ending from me :3

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I keep regurgitating my OC in your askbox but you must know that Ansi is a liar, a swindler, and a thief (because it's fun pulling on over on the rich). She is actively swindling all of her coworkers out of their money via phishing emails or just giving a sob story to those who are particularly generous with their funds. (Don't feel bad they're all selfish, entitled, and egotistical. The Alchemax of her world is mostly just rich people who think that they understand science kinda like someone we know irl cougheloncough. They have too much time on their hands and too many friends in power. Ethics laws are pretty much meaningless. They only give her money to make themselves look better. They make a big stink about how they're making a change for their community and blah blah blah. Anyways.) If she doesn't need the cash she'll most likely donate it.

What's really funny is that she attempted to do the same as soon as she arrived at HQ. Much to Miguel's dismay. She got some of the spiders who live in an older dimension. Unfortunately after a while Lyla had to teach them about internet safety.

Ansi ended up scoping the place out to see what she could steal to sell for parts back in her home world since her scams were no longer effective. However she was so mesmerized by all of the tech there that she ended up keeping most of her stolen goods for herself to tinker with. Her and Hobie usually find themselves in the same areas snatching stuff and exchanging potential ideas for what to do with the parts. Disco has caught them a number of times with their pockets stuffed to the brim sounding like they got pockets full of loose change before they just pop back into their respective dimensions.

(Who am I kidding Hobie probably stays and denies everything when asked. Ansi is too tired to lie from lugging her loot around so she just goes straight home.)

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

It would turn into like a whole operation cause game recognize game!!!! Disco would respect Ansi so much cause black spider-women gotta stick together and she lets Ansi get away with anything, sets aside parts for her cause she's like 'hell yeah fuck miguel he doesn't need it'

but with Hobie she's the OPPOSITE.

Ansi's like 'yeah Discos cool with it ur fine' then one day she catches him and he's thinking 'oh it's the groupie girl i wink and im outta here'

until Disco is like

"Is that Hobie Brown??? Is HOBIE BROWN over here STEALING???? That's crazy!"

Because Disco runs game in her own way and up until that very moment she was playing the airhead groupie card

Hobies like "????Surely ur taking the piss"

And she's like "You know what'd be crazy?? Me not having to pay cover at your show this weekend, rightttt? You know what'd be even crazier..me being VIP, rigghhttt?

cause for the first couple weeks of knowing her she let him get away with the wink and flirt thing cause she thought it was funny. but she works in a nightclub back home and she's NOT about to play that

Disco was raised by the Panthers so she knows how to collect and trade information like an informat. So she trades info and other stuff around HQ ALL the time.

She's the plug for anything - if you wanna hack ur watch she dont know how to do it but she knows someone he does, if u need to get into lylas systems for any reason she wont do that but she knows someone who will

but she doesnt accept cash cause she doesn't need it and she doesn't 'get into no mess'

(And this may sound unhinged but this is my favorite one jgkbdknbg)

My main HC is that the first time she does it to get into a show free but the next time she asks for his guitar pick cause she just wants it

she starts wearing it (which Jess HATES) but suddenly she realizes theres a couple girlies on campus telling her they'd do anything for one of Hobie's picks and then suddenly she's asking him for more

She starts giving groupies picks and getting information from every department and then like two weeks later the hobie brown fanclub is just a full on info network

Working with Jess and the club she collects all the underground info and shares the information with Hobie ON THE CONDITION that the club gets free entry into shows and he keeps giving her goddamn guitar picks

He'd try to get around it and be like "Diane, love - you're looking fit today :)) about that meeting with Jess and Miguel you were in-"

and she's just like "uh-huh-

"Where's the pick? And don't say you ain't got it on you, I know you do." Cause one thing about Diane is you ain't playing her. And Hobie goes along with it because 1) Disco is actually really trustworthy, 2) it's damn good info about the society, and 3) he thinks it REALLY funny to see people walking around campus trading and collecting his picks for the sole fact it pisses Miguel off SO MUCH.

Suddenly people are talking in meetings and whispering about guitar picks and trying to get their hands on rare, unique ones cause Hobie etches his logo into every one

and one day Ansi's hanging with Hobie and Disco comes up to him and is like 'Pick, please'. And Ansi watches as he hands it over and she's like "?????? What's happening here"

I have to PHYSICALLY STOP MYSELF HERE I CAN GO ON AND ON IM SORRY THIS IS SOOOOO LONG BUT PLEASE!!! I love this please send more!! I love hearing about Ansi and Hobie and causing havok and an underground rebellion in the Society!!! And sorry I got so carried away I just love this idea, you can send any you have, I'm down! They would all get along so well lol

[lakesbian]

“And she arrives,” Tattletale crowed, “Pay up.” Regent’s scowl deepened for a second, and he fished in his pocket for a wad of bills, which he forked over to Tattletale. “You bet on whether I would show up?” I ventured. “We bet on whether you would come in costume,” Tattletale told me.  Then, more to Regent than to me, she said, “and I won.” “Again,” Regent muttered.

THE BOY. it is literally so Nothing that he just has a bunch of wads of cash in his pocket all of the undersiders do because that's how being teenage villains work but also i love that he's just carrying around his little richboy wads of cash. for his dumb ass bets with tattletale. boy why. are you stupid. how is this an "again" scenario. how is this at least the second time this has happened. i'm vibrating right now in real life. i like how thus far most of what we know about alec is just "brian says he's last and least" and "he has lost at least two ridiculously stupid bets to lisa." they Are friends but it is distinctly his job in the friend group to be the little background dumbass they make fun of.

also i like that his default expression here is Scowling. i do think jean-paul was nigh catatonically depressed around the time he left and had actually improved around the point where lisa first meets him in her interlude flashback and . i jusy got a toe cramp from sitting on my own foot too hard. Alec's Fault. he knows that im talking about him. anyway the First thing lisa clocks about him when she first meets him is "ohh. hes chronically depressed and repressed." and the first thing he says to her is incredibly sarcastic and detached. i think he's doing better now than he was then, he's had some time to decompress a bit and actually start getting along with the other undersiders, having roommates was 100% great for him. my point being i don't think he's as depressed now as he used to be--he jokes around, he laughs at shit, he has fun--but i do think he's still very prone to episodes of Blah where he'll still drag his ass somewhere and be perfectly capable of still acting normal but is so internally just. Blank. that his default expression is a scowl. and he's not doing terrible because "blank" is far better than where he used to be, but it's also why when he's not being directly interacted with he has a tendency to just sink into the background and stare off into space looking bored or annoyed. the undersiders are his coworker/roommate buddies not Proper Close Friends and this is why meeting aisha later will do things to his brain. OKAY. moving on. For Now.

[eternalsunrise]

….at first fight.

wolverine (logan howlett) x f!reader

wc: 1.6k

summary! (request here!!) you (an ex widow turned merc) are on a mission for a client. the x-men send wolverine to intervene. the fight goes in a direction neither of you expected.

tags! tons of flirting, sexual tension, violence

notes! this was so fun, reader is so cunty but that’s logan’s type (looks at wade)

it’s never just in and out. almost every client you’ve had since leaving the red room has made the same empty promise, “it’ll be easy. just in and out.” a few of your more eccentric clientele simple that down to “it’ll be easy peasy, trust me.” and guess what? they’re all full of shit. body guards, hidden cameras, lasers, quicksand; the list goes on for miles. after all, if it was truly just in and out they wouldn’t need you.

so maybe it was your own fault. maybe you jinxed yourself, because you really did think you got lucky this time. but c’mon, you should’ve known better.

“you’ve got to be joking.”

you recognized him immediately. from the top of his feline like quips of hair, to the bottom of his boots. but the biggest calling card is the x branded in the center of an all black suit that you assumed was leather. if someone walked in, they would assume you both came together.

“the x-men sent their guard dog? no offense but aren’t petty heists a little below your pay grade?”

you slide the vials that you were sent in here for into one of the pockets on your belt. you knew there was bound to be a scuffle, and the last thing you wanted was to walk out of here with damaged goods.

logan tilts his head at you, eyeing you up and down just as you had done to him a few seconds ago. he thinks about mentioning how funny it is that you think he gets paid. but he doesn’t really want to make the time for small talk. instead he takes only three of his long strides before he’s directly in front of you, staring down at you.

“listen. i really don’t wanna hurt you. and i’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding, blah fucking blah. but can you just hand that over so i can get outta here?” gruff voice rumbling out of his chest.

you can’t help but scoff at his condescending tone. you’re used to it sure, as a woman in the mercenary industry, you get talked down to constantly. it’s a good thing you pride yourself on proving people wrong. plus you weren’t about to let a guy with a dorky x-men belt buckle shit talk you.

you clench a gloved fist, a right hook taking him by surprise. his entire form stumbles a bit, it’s obvious his guard was down. you see your opening, bracing your hands on the counter space behind you. you bring both of your legs up, putting all of your weight behind a kick to his torso.

all logan can do is crash to the ground, stunned as he tried to process what the fuck that was.

you saunter over and press your boot into his crotch, staring down at him with an “are you sure you wanna do this?” look on your face.

unfortunately it’s his job to do this, and for a lack of better judgement, logan thinks he wants to do this with you. bad. he brings a hand to his jaw, cringing as it popped back into place with a loud click.

“who–who the fuck sent you?” it’s a question that came from confusion, but there’s also a brewing curiosity now. he finds himself craving to know who this woman was standing over him.

a laugh that’s dripped in sarcasm tumbles from your lips, “oh i’m sorry honey, don’t you know a true lady doesn’t kiss and tell?”

you press your heel in a little more, for your own enjoyment as a groan emits from the wolverine. then you spin around, deciding it was time for you to go. you charge extra for after parties, and you already have what you came for.

“well this play date has been fun, but i need to get going now. give the professor my love, i’m sure that’s how you found me.”

you’re walking away, but a dark part of you wants him to follow. life gets a little boring, and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good challenge. as if on cue, two strong arms come underneath your shoulders. forcing your arms back in a way that makes you hiss, but you smile nonetheless. now we’re talking.

“who do you work for then?” lips against your ear, deep voice causing a shiver that starts in your head and trails down your spine. you try to ignore it, instead laughing at his ridiculous question. “whoever wants to pay my rent.” your answer is honest, you didn’t even know the names of your clientele most of the time.

you ram the back of your head into his, causing his hold on you to unravel.

you turn to face the wolverine, watching as his trademark metal claws finally make an appearance. now it’s a party!

“what do the x-men want with this shit anyway?” you ask, pulling two knives from your belt, flipping them around in your hands. okay maybe you just wanted to show off a little.

the two of you start clashing blades, and logan is starting to get a little frustrated. partly at how calm you were as you held you own, and also at how for some reason, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“it’s not what we want, it’s who we don’t want to have it. you’re a damn good example—FUCK.” he lost track of your movements, and now there’s two knives deep in both sides of his waist. who the fuck were you?

your hands are resting on the handles still, and he uses his momentum to push the both of you into a nearby wall, pressing your back against it. his metal claws digging into the wall on either side of your head and caging you in.

this was a new closeness you haven’t experienced fighting before. hell, you usually don’t let fights last this long.

“oh don’t be so mean, you don’t even know my name.” you say, laying your voice on sweet and thick. his body is a solid wall that takes up the whole room, you have to crane your neck upwards to get any space, and it puts you even closer.

logan pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, staring down at you. this close he can count every mark and detail on your face. watch your chest go up and down due to your heavy breathing. this was trouble.

“what makes you think i give a shit, huh kid?” his words spit like venom, and you eat them up. you twist the knives in your hands, the sound of flesh and bone reverberating from his body. he groans, a deep sound that rattles his throat. you’re ashamed at what it does to you. but you crave the feeling all the same.

you bring your head off of the wall, your noses are basically touching now. chests together, hearts pounding against one another. it’s all intoxicating.

“i think you got a little crush on me, wolverine.” your voice is cocky and steady. and if he sees through the front you’re putting on he doesn’t show it.

logan gulps, his throat feels dry. his adam’s apple bobs up and down, and you lick your lips at the sight. he yanks one hand out of the wall and retracts his claws. you gasp in surprise when his rough hand drags over your waist, finding home on your hip.

“what makes ya think that?” trouble. trouble. trouble.

your lips are almost brushing against one another, his facial hair tickling your cheeks. “well. i foolishly tried to kill you…” you grip the handles and yank the knives out of his sides, red pooling onto the porcelain floor. the sensation causes him to lose his breath for a second. so much for not being messy. “and you haven’t even tried to draw blood.”

logan chuckles as if he’s been caught, and he yanks his other hand out of the wall, sheathing his claws. his lips brush against yours again momentarily, and you think you’ll finally get some relief from the suffocating tension. but then he moves his head to whisper into your ear, “i don’t have to play dirty to get what i want, sweetheart.” his voice drops another octave, if that was even possible.

suddenly his body pulls away from yours entirely, and the bubble around the two of you is popped. you look at him confused, your lips involuntarily forming a pout. he holds his hand in front of your face, smirking as your eyes finally spot the reason for his new found smugness. there, barely visible due to the size of his hand, was the fucking vial.

easy fucking peasy my ass.

you gasp as if you’ve been betrayed, because truly you have. he shows you a smile then, all teeth and you want to knock them all loose and take him home after. he’s so infuriating. you check the time on your watch, sighing as you realize you have no more playtime. you’re supposed to meet your client in 10 minutes.

“well, this has been fun.” you sigh and pat logan’s shoulder, and you swear you see a glint of what looks like disappointment flicker through his dark eyes. you turn around and walk away, lifting your hands up to fix your hair in the process.

logan wants to follow you, but he resists. instead he clears his throat and asks what he’s wanted to know all night, “aren’t you gonna tell me your name?” he calls after you, unsure of what the fuck just happened, and why he didn’t want it to end.

you smile to yourself, turning around momentarily to throw your reply back at him, “maybe i’ll tell you the next time i see you, logan.” you send a wink his way, and leave him standing there stunned.

you walk out of the building with dollar signs in your eyes, practically skipping your way to the meetup.

although you liked playing ring-a-round the rosie with logan, you’d never risk a job over it. you unzip your jacket, pulling a small vial from the inner pocket. after all, you only needed one.

you call this one a draw. you’re looking forward to a rematch.

[leticiahewett]

Returning of my sons property

I remember having very limited sleep the night Isiah’s tragedy happened. I cried myself to sleep and few hours later I was awake..

waking up that day sucked, everything that happened wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. I woke up missing Isiah and feeling like I’m missing something..

my phone rings it’s more condolences from family and friends..

I walk out to the lounge room and lay by the window just looking out it, hoping to see isiah walk in the yard and the house and say something he’d normally say.. I remember I bought him a personalised shirt so I grab it from the washing pile and just cuddle with it.. I even start to carry it in my oodie pocket..

its now 9am and people are starting to show up to pay respects.. I’m also receiving msgs from family saying the news crews are messaging them for information so I tell my family not to give any stories to them. We want time to process the situation and grieve without being bombarded by news crews..

some family are turning up with soups and casseroles.. which is really helpful cos the last thing on my mind is food and eating but atleast all visitors have the option for something to warm their bellies..

one of the phone calls I receive that morning was from a local number I answer cos it could be important I answer and it’s the florist asking if I’ll be home at blah blah time cos they have a delivery for me.. the arrangement gets delivered and it’s from my work mates..

it’s 3pm.. 2 officers from the major crash section have come to my house for a statement from me and to return my sons property.. the officers hand me my sons phone, AirPods (which was in ears at the time of his departure), his wallet and his lighter.. I didn’t keep his AirPods because that didn’t feel right to keep something that has bodily fluids on it..

major crash had came from doing their investigations at the site.. so they figure that Isiah was walking home and was struck by a vehicle and the vehicle kept driving..

Major crash tell me it was a boosted 4wd or a truck that hit isiah.. I ask how my son looks considering the circumstances.. “he looks healthy apart from a mark on his forehead, gravel rash by his nose and an L shaped mark on his hind leg.”

I have to open Isiah’s phone because the police need to take photos of his last contacts to people to show a timeframe of his death..

I get a thought of hacking his Facebook just to mess with people’s heads but discovered Isiah’s Facebook account had become memorialised.. not sure how it was done because he had phone with him and it was flat when the police handed it to me so i had to charge it..

major crash get a phone call that a truck had come through town that was in town last night so one of the officers leave to go check the truck to ensure it wasn’t involved in Isiah’s death..

the police officer returns back to my house unfortunately that truck wasn’t the truck involved in the accident..

the police ask if I’d considered what I’m going to do about Isiah’s final arrangements.. my reply is “I don’t want to bury him to be worm food, I don’t want to cremate him cos that doesn’t feel right, would it be possible to put him in a mulcher and spread him in my yard” the police were shocked by what I’d said and to be honest I use humour to hide my feelings especially when I’m feeling uncomfortable..

[wildcatofgreen]

- Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.

Interview the Muse

- Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.

"please let me make this clear that i do not like you. i hate you, even. go fuck yourself."

She stands from her desk, wandering groggily over to her closet. Opens the door, reaches into her snack stash--actually, she'll need some of these for later. Stones know she's not leaving anytime soon, she'll need something to stay satiated. Pocket some snacks, go get her diaries.

blah blah blah she destroys the locks and opens the boxes grabs the avalice what the fuck ever.

With the Avalice diary in hand, she wanders back over to her desk, sits down, and opens it to the last entry.

"dear diary, "sup. i dont think im gonna write in ya much anymore. "i dont think i need you much, either? everything is pretty much perfect right now, besides the training "SO MUCH TRAINING. you dont even know looool. "i got lilac. i got sonar. i got trainin, i got my besties and i got like, everything a wildcat could ask for right now. "im content! really, i am! i dont have to worry about anything anymore, besides keeping up with people. "and for the coolest wildcat around? HA, that's eaaaasy. "though, i guess if there's OOOONE thing i wish i had "it'd probably be a consistent cash flow. stealin's awesome but it dont pay the bills, if you know what i mean "that battlesphere stuff is SUPER DUPER COOL but iiiii dont know if i could ever be a battlesphere champ "i mean, im a super sick world savior, so that's gotta count for SOMETHING. "but CAPTAIN KALAW??? HE'S SO AWESOME I TELL SONY ABOUT HIM EVERYTIME THE BATTLESPHERE SHOWS UP!!!! "shame what happened to the jade fury though. he aint deserve that. not at all. "but jobs, yeah. i could probably do more stuff with my mechanics? "but when would i ever have the TIME? ive had MORE time thanks to the dumb gemerald not working anymore, but stones ever since i figured out the jump/bike disc stuff i cant fuckin' think of other cool stuff i could do. "and i cant fix other people's bikes. lol, here comes the local thief to fix stuff. nah that bitch gonna STEAL IT "lilac says we should only steal when we HAVE to. but how else are we gonna get cash? running around picking up chump change isnt gonna make us live. we gotta STEAL. i swipe some dude's wallet everytime i leave the palace. it gets funny replacing wallets with different IDs in them. "idk what i wanna do with myself. who is this CAROL TEA, lolll "but seriously, im happy. but im also stuck. where's the room to grow. i aint got no potential. it kinda sucks "but i can deal with it. and the first step into this room to grow is to get rid of this stupid diary!!!! "ill miss you, diary bro, but i wont wait up either. lol. "see ya! "- carol"

. . .

"no comment."

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Why Didn't I Ask Her Before?

Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2 / Spin Off

Red Hood!Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, violence, fluff

WC: 3,800

Synopsis:

Five years after your boyfriend's death, you may finally find some closure.

The cold wind licked your skin as you stare blankly down at the tombstone. The name engraved in the stone is barely seen from the nightlight shadows and from the years of rain.

You bring your hands out of your jacket and fiddle with the silver band on your finger.

You still hold a promise to your fallen love, even five years later.

You’re used to the sorry glances and sorrowed gazes, but you didn’t feel sorry. You felt the never-ending love from Jason, even if he was 6 feet under.

You still hold those deep feelings for him, he really was the one. No one could replace him.

You sigh and take a deep breath of the wintery air, as you let out a breath, the white cloud fizzled out.

Ding

You pull out your phone to see a text. You open your phone and see it was from Dick. You click his icon and call him as you walk away from Jason.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask as you step back onto the gravel road from the damp grass.

“You forgot didn’t you?” Dick asked in a slightly teasing tone.

“Uh, no! Of course not!,” You laugh nervously, “I would never forget!” You ramble as you jog to your car and get your keys out of your coat pocket.

“Yeah, that’s why you are,” he paused to check his watch, “15 minutes late, going on 16.” He laughed.

“Hey, I’ve been stressed with school.” You say as you back your car out of the lot and onto the road.

“Yeah, Ms. Y/N, the famous lawyer.” Dick said longingly, “Ya’ know you’ll get a lot of business in Gotham.”

Dick was right, you would get a lot of business in Gotham, but that’s not the reason why you are deciding to become a lawyer.

Like Jason, you were fed up with the endless cycle of crime and were needing a solution. You remember the countless times Jason would call you in fury as another criminal got off the hook because of a crooked jury, judge, or lawyer.

Countless times Jason would be in a fury over the criminals as they walked scot-free just because they had the money and resources to evade the justice system, just for them to hurt more people. Just for Robin and Batman to swoop in and stop them, and just for them to come back a month later, as the victims’ list grew longer and longer.

That’s why you are becoming a lawyer, you are wanting to set the story straight and get back the justice system in this city, even if it took years, you were determined.

Another trait Jason loved about you.

“Yeah, I hope they can help pay my student debt.” You say truthfully as you stop at a red light, Dick laughed. “Bruce is happy to-”

“-Pay, I know. But, I don’t want my education from another’s person’s back. I want it-”

“-To be your own, blah blah blah.” Dick finished, you roll your eyes.

Dick and you became very close after Jason died.

When Jason was alive, Dick would sometimes tag along to some of your dates, but be in the back not bothering the two of you.

Jason wasn’t sold on the idea of his brother being there, but as soon as Dick got to your destination, he would be off doing his own thing, completely forgetting about you two.

One time, he left you and Jason stranded for an hour because he left without you.

After Jason died, Dick was there to help bring back the good memories and help ease the pain. Dick became your replacement, Jason.

Meaning, you and Barbera were down in the Bat Cave and helping stream intel to Batman and Nightwing.

It proved more helpful than hurtful to your studies. Had a question? Bruce or Alfred usually knew the answers.

It also meant that you knew everything going on in Gotham, except one. Red Hood, after a week of hearing about him, everyone suddenly shut you out.

The last thing you knew was that the Red Hood was ambushed by the Fearsome Hand of Four who were hired by Black Mask.

After that, you were out. Not a word from anyone about him.

But, you trusted them. You didn’t press the matter. They wouldn’t lie to you. . . right?

“I’m almost there.” You say into the phone as you turn down a road to see a silhouette standing on the sidewalk.

“I see you~,” Dick said into the phone as the silhouette waved, you flicker your high beams.

“Okay, bye.” You say into the phone and hang up.

You pull by the officer and roll down your window. “Hey, stranger,” Dick said as he leaned on your window.

“Hey,” you said with a smile.

To get extra credit for class, you offered to help the police station, meaning that you helped Dick around the office or in the field.

“You ready?” He asked as he looked behind him.

“Yeah, well, I mean, I’m not really doing anything.” You state as you look up the officer.

“You get to take pictures of this wonderful face,” Dick said as he put his hands on his cheeks and winked.

“Ugh, if that’s what you have to tell yourself.” You said with a smirk, which made him gasp.

Dick has invited you to an arrest, it was him, you, and another officer who was a rookie.

You were tagging along so you could see all parts of the justice system. You were going to take pictures then write a one-pager about the crime and how it ended.

You roll up your window and turn off the car while you grab your camera.

You ready yourself and step out onto the pavement and lock the doors behind you. You stand by Dick as you get your camera ready and look up at the sign of the bar.

Its pink and green neon lights make your eyes water.

“Man, it’s freezing out here,” The rookie said as he walked up to you and Dick. He was rubbing his hands over his arms and his face was all red from the cold.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick said with a smile.

The rookie couldn’t be older than twenty and was straight out of the academy. He was eager to learn everything there was and followed Dick everywhere.

“So, you’re the one who’s gonna take our pictures?” He asked respectfully.

“Yeah, it’s for school,” you say as you look up at him.

“Oh, that’s cool.” He said in awe.

“Yeah,” you draw out, focused on your camera, “Okay, let’s get going.”

===

Shots ring out as you cower behind a table.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You were supposed to arrest the guy, get pictures, and leave.

But, as soon as you got inside, everything fell apart.

It was an ambush, there were over 10 guys inside waiting, not wanting to go down.

You press harder onto the blooded wound on the rookie who lay unconscious, Dick was fighting the gang, but he was getting outnumbered. And, he can’t be Nightwing, not when he is Officer Grayson.

“Come on!” You shout to the fallen rookie. You wanted him to wake up and help Dick, but deep down, you know that you were done.

Suddenly a window burst in, and glass shards flew through the air.

You shield yourself and the rookie.

You look up expecting to see Bruce, but it wasn’t him.

There stood in his infamous glory was Red Hood.

He was breathing hard as he grabbed his guns and held them up.

“Need some help?” He asked in a cocky tone, Dick cursed.

The whites of his eyes gaze over the room, they stop on Dick for a moment as he struggles against a bad guy, then continue down to you.

His body language changes, it becomes rigid as if he were made out of stone.

Then, a goon runs up to him and he kicks the guy in the stomach as starts to shoot.

Dick jumps back as he takes out a guy.

The Hood’s bullets stop and he begins to fight mercilessly.

You can’t hear him speaking over the yells of the other men. Then you notice as the Hood goes deeper into the room, it creates an opening to the door.

You grip the rookie and take the chance. You begin to pull him towards the door, he was heavy, but the amount of adrenaline through your body propels you enough to pull him through the door.

Once the frigid air of the outside hits your skin, reality sets in.

The panic and anxiety set in as you collapse as soon as the rookie and you were a few paces from the building.

You start to shake with shock. It was too much.

You weren’t prepared to see all of that blood and gore. You were used to pulling up intel and telling Dick and Bruce where to go and how to fight.

This was all too much.

“Hey!” A masked guy yells from the door to the bar.

He runs up and grabs you. As he pulls you up, you plant your foot and roundhouse kick him while hitting the gun out of his hand. You take advantage of his vulnerable state and grip his arm and throw him over you. Once he hits the ground, he’s out.

You breathe hard as you see the guy passed out on the pavement, then you hear the door open behind you.

You spin around expecting a fight, but you pause.

The Red Hood stood silently as he watched you. He let go of the door and it shut with a tap.

His eyes didn’t leave yours, both of you watching for the other to move.

“Thanks.” You say as you slowly ease up, but not fully relaxing. You didn’t know that much about the Red Hood, but you knew his work.

He stays silent as he looks around, seeming like he was looking for someone.

Then, like flicking a switch, he walks over to you in steady steps.

“Woah, what are you doing!” You say as he’s edging closer, “Hey!” You shout as he puts his arm around your waist then you hear his grapple gun go off.

You scream as the ground leaves your heels and the wind whistles in your ears. You put your arms around his large frame as best you could.

Your muscle memory from when Jason used to swing you two around as Robin set in immediately.

Then, your stomach sinks as you begin to fly down, you tighten your hold as you press your face into his shoulder, he chuckles.

You swing up again, then, you feel him tighten his grip on your waist, the faint muscle memory you had, made you prepare to hit a rooftop, and you were right.

Your feet hit the cement edge of a building and you pull away quickly.

“Who do you think you are!” You shout at him as you back away.

To say you were scared was an understatement. An unknown vigilante/ anti-vigilante just grabbed you and swung you to-

You stop as you look around.

It was Jason’s favorite spot.

It was the building of Jason’s favorite gargoyle, it sat and looked over the bustling city below. The wind howled past you as it caught your hair and coat.

The Red Hood watched as you recognized this place, memories of when you used to be there were toying with his mind.

His body worked on its own as he grabbed you, he was so afraid that one of those gang members were going to hurt you. His first instinct was to get you out of there, especially when he saw others starting to flock down the street.

“Sorry about that, I was. . . worried they would hurt you.” The Red Hood spoke to you honestly.

You cross your arms, “I can protect myself.”

The Hood smiled under his hood, oh how he missed your temper.

“Okay, Hoodie, I don’t know where you came from, but how about boundaries, like don’t just grab people, even if you are doing it for safety. Consent first.” You say as you point at him, your eyes narrowing.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he walked towards you slowly.

He walked towards you in a trance. Your body was captivating, your eyes, gleaming in the darkness, your voice, a siren to him.

“Yeah, you better be,” you said as you stood your ground and looked up to him.

He was in your personal space, but something about him kept you from stepping back.

“What do you want?” you ask as you reach up to bring a piece of hair behind your ear, but then the Hood’s heart lept.

He caught your wrist as you jolted.

His grip was gentle, so much as if the wind blew harder, your wrist would fall out of his hand.

He cradles your wrist as he brought your left hand to his eye level. His eyes in disbelief at the silver band around your ring finger.

“You-you have a ring?” He asked in surprise. The pride of this ring on your finger was overwhelming.

“Yes,” you begin as you pull your hand to your chest, the Hood didn’t hold a fight, “I was asked five years ago,” you say softly.

“Five years ago huh?” He asked, feigning ignorance.

You saw right through this, “yeah, um, do you know me?”

He hesitated, “Yes.”

Your eyes widen, “How?”

“School.”

“What do you mean?” You ask not believing him.

His jaw tightened.

This was a mistake.

What was he thinking? Bringing you here, the place where you both said the first “I love you’s”. He was torturing himself.

“Hey-just-” he groaned as tried to speak, the let out a dry laugh, “do you know how much restraint I have right now, and you,” he sighed as he closed his eyes tight, “are not making it any easier princess.”

The air is caught in your lungs as you gasp.

You haven’t heard that nickname in years.

There was only one person alive who said that nickname like that, with that accent. Even through the voice modulator, you knew who it was.

“Jay?” You ask, your voice wavered as it cracked. You clasped your hands tighter to your chest as you shook.

The Hood stood still as he let out a breath.

He slowly brought his hands up to his helmet and it fizzled as it unlocked.

He paused watching you, then pulled the helmet over his face and let it fall to the ground with a crack.

Tears blurry your vision as you look up at Jason, your Jason.

He was older. His hair was a darker black with a white streak in the front and his features were more defined. There was a scar over his cheek, and his blue eyes held a heavier burden.

Before he even had a chance to speak, you threw your arms around him and he held you close.

You both slowly sink to the floor as you both hold each other tighter. You were both shaking from crying and from joy.

Jason kisses your hair as you hold him tighter.

“Shush, it’s okay,” he says as his voice cracks, he runs his fingers through your hair, knowing it would calm you down.

You lean back to look up at him as he brings his leather gloves to your face and caresses your cheek. His eyes were in a frenzy as he looked at you, soaking in every aspect of your face. He’s missed your features and the comfort that came with them.

He gently wipes away the tears and replaces them with his kisses. He kisses your cheeks softly as he trails them to your lips.

You lean forward as the kiss is tender, it mixing with both your tears.

You missed him so much, so much.

He gently holds your face in his hands as he tilts forward and kisses you deeper. He was finally allowing himself to accept that this was real, you were real. This wasn’t a dream, it was real.

You both lean back and hug one another.

You could smell his cologne as you put your chin on his shoulder, it was the same as before. You smile and relax fully into him.

“Jay, I missed you so much.” You whisper as you close your eyes, enjoying the moment. Engraving everything into your mind.

He let out a chuckle, “I missed you more.”

“No, I missed you more,” you say with a smile and kiss his cheek.

He takes your open state and leans forward and captures your lips with his, this time the kiss was mixed with more passion.

You allow him full access as he gladly accepts. His grip digs into your sides, making sure that you couldn’t escape.

Your fingers weave into his hair and tug him closer. He then pulls you flush against him, he wanted to feel every part of you.

You lean back breathless, “fine,” you peck his lips as he whines for another kiss, “it’s a tie.”

He hums as he brings your left hand in his. You move around in his lap as you lean onto his chest and watch him play with your ring.

A smile was permanently written on his lips.

He brought your fingers up and kissed them, “I can’t believe this is real.”

You look at him curiously, “Why is that?”

He smiles softly, “Because I can’t believe someone like you, would love someone like me.”

“Jay, I don’t like it when you say things like that. You are my everything, and nothing will change that, I love you.” You say as put your right hand on his cheek. He nestles into your hand.

He welcomes your warmth as he’s been craving it for years.

“I love you too.” He says and breathes in your scent. You smile as you feel his warmth and listen to his heartbeat as silence follows, but it was comfortable. Both of you enjoying the presence of the other.

“Jay, why didn’t you tell me?” You ask as you look up at him.

The sounds of the busy street intensified below as he tensed.

“I just-Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He took a deep breath, “when I came back, I wasn’t in the best state of mind, and I didn’t want you to see me like that. I didn’t want to see you like that either. I was scared of hurting you, of going crazy and hurting you.” Jason said as he tightened his hold on you. Memories of the last five years were flashing in his eyes.

“I understand, but why,” you struggle for words, “-why didn’t you come back to me when you were ready? Like now? You seem well enough now.” You say as pain grips your heart. You were hurt and feeling betrayed.

“Because I am honestly still not ready,” Jason said as his grip loosened as his head hung limp.

“What do you mean?” You were uneasy as you spoke. A small voice inside of your head telling you to not press the matter and just enjoy being with Jason, but another part of you needed to know what he was thinking.

“I’m broken Y/N, and I’m still not...ready,” Jason said as he closed his eyes tight, he clenched his teeth.

Your stomach drops.

You knew it.

“Ready for what?” Your voice quivered, a lie you told yourself. You knew what he wasn’t ready for.

He looked at you, tears brimming his eyes.

Jason was always strong, always ready to bring on the world, but behind closed doors, he was still that kid from crime alley. Still fighting the unjust world and losing.

As he grew up, you started to notice that he didn’t just try to fight the world, but himself, and this battle in his eyes, was suffocating.

Tears fell down your cheeks. Your heart and lungs were being strangled as you watched Jason like this, so helpless and so lost.

It made you feel sick that you were the reason why he was going through this emotional turmoil.

“I’m so sorry.” He said as he hugged you, trying to hold onto the one thing the world was kind enough to give him. The one thing that kept him living and going on every day.

You were the one person who never gave up on him and you were always the only person who understood him. You would never know what that meant to Jason.

“No, don’t be, I’m sorry too.” You say as you look down at your ring. A bitter taste in your mouth.

Jason then followed your gaze, fear overtook him.

“NO! Please no!” Jason said as he watched you take off the ring. The silver seeming to burn you.

Tears were now streaming down his handsome face. No pain he ever endured felt worse than now. Nothing could compare to this. Nothing could ever come close to this.

“Please, princess, don’t please!” Jason was pleading with you as you soundlessly gave him the ring. You then pull away from him.

No fight was given.

“Jason, this ring was from a boy, a boy who was ready and not broken, but the man that I see now is not even close to that.” You say as try and hold back your cries.

Jason held your ring in both his hands, not looking at you.

“Jay,” you put your hands on his shoulders and crouch down, he still was only looking at your ring, “that’s why I’m giving back the ring. I don’t want you to try and build yourself up to that image, I want you to come back to me when you are you, not some copy of a young boy. I want you, Jason, not the past.”

You bite your lip to try to stop you from crying, you try and hold in the storm of emotions.

Jason didn’t move as you stood up.

He didn’t speak as you said goodbye.

He didn’t speak as he hears you walk away.

He didn’t speak as he heard you close the door to the staircase behind you.

He didn’t move as the bitter cold winds blew past him, erasing any trace of you.

He cried and pressed the ring to his chest and fell to the floor. Desperate to hold every happy memory, but finding it hard as the pain of now, overwhelms him.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Spin Off

He whispers as he succumbs, “why didn’t I ask her before?”

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TAG LIST: @j-ma26-rb

[minshookie]

All Play, No Work.

Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader

Genre | yandere,angst

Summary | “your secret relationship with Yoongi is all smooth sailing,until Mrs Kim gets in the way.”

!warnings! | mature language, workplace bullying, gossip, and infidelity. Also some pretty steamy scenes, for readers 18+.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 2k.

A/N | “I’m so happy you enjoyed “meetings at midnight.” I never really expected over 100 notes that’s crazy! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one but I hope you don’t mind & enjoy it as well. I’ll probably be making a part 2, please take any mistakes as love ❤️”

The disturbing rattle of the air conditioner served as white noise while you toyed with the drooping noodles swimming in the savory sauce placed before you. A few of your coworkers droned on about their plans, their kids and undeserving husbands leaving you alone in the corner of the depressing break room to think about what to expect when getting back to your cubicle. Which was a little less depressing than the powder white painted room you resided in now.

“Y/L/N, Min is asking for you.” The conversations stopped and all three of us looked up into the door frame. Jimin,Yoongi's assistant stood with his hands buried in his stiffly pressed pants pockets. “I-I’m on lunch.” You slowly went back to your lukewarm meal, taking a few noodles into your mouth. Chewing, You waited for the heavy pitter patter of his polished leather loafers to exit, but You never get what you wish for.

“Y/N, please don’t make me have to run back up there just to run back down here and tell you the same thing….c’mon.” He came closing your tupperware, sighing as you pushed it into your lunch bag, embarrassment growing on your features as he stood over you. The stare of nosey coworkers followed as you stepped out of the bland break room. The clacking of Jimin’s shoes found your nerves rather quickly, closely he walked behind you like a school principal making sure you went where instructed.

Taking you past your cubicle to leave your lunch you could almost taste the jealousy being thrown at you like missiles. Disapproving and confused whispers and glares followed you out the area. Reaching the stairs, out of sight of your colleagues you out ran Jimin, the looks, noises and scoffs getting the best of you. You practically threw yourself through yoongi's door, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hey! hey! Bunny, got here quickly didn’t you?” He walked over locking his loyal assistant out. Falling back on the couch struggling for your breath, closing your eyes, you heard him walk around you. “I told you I’d see you after work, we’d have all night together.” Sighing, he pulls you up by your arms. With a grunt he sat down and replaced your head on his lap. “I know what you said, but did you really think I was going to wait...why should i?” Opening your eyes you met his soft gaze. “Tell me you love me.” He whispers, almost ashamed in himself. Needy, needy,needy,always needy. “This can’t be why you called me in.”

“Why should I?” You laughed, obviously he didn’t share your sense of humor as he tugged harshly on a strand of your hair. “Well if I didn’t love you I’d quit Yoongi.” Rolling over you cuddled into his soft tummy inhaling his masculin scent, this here under him locked in his dim office was your safe place. “No you wouldn’t, I pay you too much.” He murmured petting your back with his large hands. “As if!” You giggled into his tummy, pulling back to look up at your lover. His signature smile displayed on his features, moving his hands from your back he places his limber fingers at the back of your knee. Locking eyes he slid skillfully under your skirt to massage your ass over your panties. “Who were you hiding from today hm?” Groaning you rolled your eyes, you hate how he knows you so well.

“Kim?” “Mrs Kim is the least of my worries now.” You grimaced playing with his buttons. “Mm good, can't be the new girl, maybe her boyfriend?” Your eyes shot open, “boyfriend?! Who?” He planted this topic in the conversation, knowing your interest in the drama of your workplace. “Yeah, she’s running around with the coffee boy.” Laughing, he cut himself off “Jungkook.” He laughed almost uncontrollably. “That’s so cute since when?!” He hums calming down, “uh since about last month, I’ve been watching them get all close and flirty jeon puts extra cream in her coffee, she blushes blah blah. And you know Jimin is the nosiest person in the population of this place.”

You chuckled Nodding in agreeance “learned that way before you did, he was my cubicle neighbor before he was your assistant.” Sitting up you go to his drink cart to grab a bottle of water. “Yeah they’re cute as long as they stay on task, Answer the question though, who’s bothering my baby hm? I hate seeing you that way.” He comes from behind gliding his hands around your front pulling you into his embrace “you have a whole cafeteria in the next wing, I made sure they served your favorite today, and yet you chose the shitty break closet.” His rambling turns into background noise as you look through the one way window. Watching as your coworkers attended their duties, Jungkook balanced coffees in his arms with skill the new girl watched in admiration...I wonder what he’s actually here for.

Yoongi’s breath fans your neck causing you to shiver against him. “I’m sorry what’d you say?” “You’re ok.” He turns you around swiftly kissing you passionately against the glass obviously you’ve missed something. Though unseen the act feels extremely dirty. Dropping your water you cling to his shoulders, legs around his Slender waist. “You're not paying me to make out with you I hope.” He pecks your nose, gnawing his bottom lip. “Huh looks like I am.” “Ah, as tempting as that sounds Yoongs-” “don’t ever call me that.” He nips at your neck in retaliation. “I have a stack of papers on my desk that Mr Jimin has been beating me over the head about.” Groaning he loosens his grip around you. Letting you gather yourself before going to his door.

“I’ll see you tonight yeah?” Pouting,he came kissing your lips once more. “I’ll be waiting.” He opened the door and watched you strut down the stairs.

Getting back to your respectful area, you notice something was off...where’d your lunch go? You could’ve sworn you threw it on your desk. Pulling out the rolling chair to take a seat, “I’ll find it later.” You whispered to yourself,taking a seat, directly in the cold remains of your lunch. “What the fuck!” A wave of laughter was given with your ill response. Noodles dangled from your backside as you turned to look at the mess on your office chair.

“Okay! What are we a bunch of middle school virgins?” Jimin shouted, his face turning a dark shade of peach. “I’m sorry y/n.” Rolling your eyes you tried to keep back tears of utter embarrassment turning away from you colleagues. “Uhm...it’s pretty bad, do you have anything to change into?” He takes off his styled coat and hands it to you. You can’t process over the harsh giggles and whispers, “yeah like I have a closet in my car, Jimin I don’t have shit to put on!” You hiss making him pull an offended expression.

“I could give you something.” Your head snapped in the direction of the quiet new girl in the far corner. “I have a few dresses in car I-I I’m in the process of…” she scans the room unsure of her words “moving.” You offer a smile to cover how distraught you are, unable to respond correctly. “Thank you luci, we appreciate it.” Nodding she smiles softly grabbing her bag going to retrieve the clothes. “Go to the restroom, please.”

Tying the coat around your waist you rushed with your head down to the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself roughly. Taking off the grey coat Turing to examine your soup covered ass. You brushed the cold noodles letting them splat onto the tiled floor. Pulling coat off the conjoined sinks you found the spacious stall at the end of the row, stripping off your soiled skirt. Nothing better to do, but to sit on the cold stool and wait.

The creaking door of the bathroom cut your silent thoughts short, isn’t Luci a quick one? You chuckled to yourself getting up, about to tell her of your whereabouts…“maybe if the bitch didn’t have her head so far up Min’s ass she woulda saw it coming.” The unknown voice stopped you in your tracks. Her friend snickers. “Shh she could be in here.” “As if I give a fuck, she needs to know!” Peeking through the side of the stall you could see them in the mirror touching up their makeup. “Min’s probably got his head up hers too!” The quieter of the two spoke up.

“Ha that would explain my recent hours, I heard they fuck in the office, I wonder if the sluts any good.” She cleaned the edges of her lipstick, “I’ve fucked him, I know he’s good, really into all the rough shit, he’s crazy.” She tossed her makeup into her bag fixing her hair, “why’d you guys stop?” You felt your chest ache, yoongi never told you about him and Mrs Kim, what kind of fucked story is this? “Little miss pasta booty got the job, and Joon finally proposed...guess he didn’t want me any-” “y/n are you in here?!” Luci’s softened voice searched for you.

“I’m in here.” Responding slightly above a whisper, the soft steps of her pumps were trampled by the clicking steps of the two mud slingers who quickly bursted from the restroom. “I didn’t know what you would like, I have this blue one, it’s a cute summer dress.” She hung it on the door of the stall for me to see. “Or this white one, it’s a bit tighter but I think it’ll look great on you.” Randomly choosing you stripped of your top pulling the dress over yourself. “Thanks Luci, I owe you one.” Collecting your clothes and Jimin’s coat, you left the stall. “No no, I’m sorry Kim did that to you...I should’ve stopped her.” She coyly hangs her head, “not your fault...thanks Luci.” She smiles politely, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

Eunji That jealous bitch, yoongi has much explaining to do. You smooth out your dress bracing yourself for the environment behind the door. only to be pushed back. A deep blush pink shade covering his face, yoongi brings you back in, “you can’t be in here, this is the ladies.” He scans your body before looking at the dirty laundry in your arms. “This is my building. I can be anywhere in any room I want.” Scoffing you attempt to leave, grabbing your forearm he pulls you back. “What’s going on with you I’m here to check and see if you’re alright and here you are acting like an ass y/n” his face held a concerned stare.

“Yoongi the last thing we should be doing is huddling in the bathroom, we’ve drawn enough attention to ‘us’ already.” Unable to look him in the eyes you examine his posture, he propped your chin on his pointer finger bringing your face up. “And since when did you care?” “Ever since your ex painted my ass with my lunch.” He giggled darkly, “what?” Again you attempted escape, only to be overpowered and lifted with ease. “Okay sit the fuck down.” Placing you down in the sink like a child he took your skirt looking at the back. “And this just had to be the one I bought?.” He shook his head like a disappointed father. “What are you acting so mad towards me for, who’s supposedly my ex huh?” He took the skirt under the faucet scrubbing it harshly together with soap.

Why can’t he ever just leave you alone, drawing attention to your relationship was the last thing you needed today. It’s not like nobody knew, it was hard not to. But you hated the unwanted attention the favoritism brought you. “Who lied to you?” “You did.” He stopped the water, “y/n now you know I’d never.” He folded the cleaned wet skirt along with your shirt. “Yoongi, I heard Kim Eunji talking about it. She told her little follower about it while I hid in the stall.” You answered blandly, ready to be freed from the bathroom. His face shifted shades, “what? I’ve never fucked that bitch, all she does is lie and get into shit she has no concern for.” He gripped the sink roughly.

Like a switch, when the right buttons were pushed Yoongi’s temper was quick to strike….though never thrown at you. It can have harsh outcomes and you've seen it first hand. “She runs her mouth about you too much, I’ll have to help her out.” Aggressively released the marble counter, “Yoongi w-what, calm down.” He walked to the door, unsure of what to do. Naive of his wrath you followed behind. “She wants to get fucked? I’ll give her something that’ll fuck her up, something that’ll make her piss off for good this time.”

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[capt-spooki3]

Hey hi hello, how are you doing, i miss you and am .5 seconds away from spamming all your work with likes and reblogs 💕☺️

So I've been thinking (uh oh).... Being close with Tommy and tubbo and telling them ur terrified to meet techno cause mans is so scary to you, and they tell him you're scared cause they're little shits. A d cut to like a few days later where you have to talk to him for smthn and he's making fun of youand teasing you relentlessly cause he knows you were visibly nervous to meet him, but he's being really nice besides the teasing. Thoughts? Interpretations?

You don't even have to respond, just know that I love you and your stuff and hope you have the best day because you deserve nothing less◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

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am i positive if you're asking me for a fic? No, not entirely.

Am i going to write you one anyway because you're so sweet? Yes absolutely and now presenting:

My Unexpected Tutor

Platonic college au!Technoblade and Y/n

(plus besties with the rest of the sbi ofc 😌)

(Hope this is okay, i just took my own interpretation of it and changed it just a little👌)

Warnings: cursing, teasing, nervousness(idk)

3.3k works

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With the final bell ringing and college classes ending for the day, you snatched up your bag and book you’ve read off and on that week before heading over to the courtyard that was near the on-campus dorms. Stopping by a vending machine first to grab a drink then seating yourself on a bench and getting comfortable while you wait for your company to arrive.

“Yeah! And that’s- HA! That’s when Wilbur just… oh!-” The nearing sound of Tommy’s voice cut off along with the softer laughing from Tubbo. You were very obviously engrossed in your book, but now you just feigned reading as you listen closely to the sound of slow footsteps nearing behind your bench. The two of them were horrible about being sneaky since you could easily hear hushed laughs as they desperately tried keeping each other quiet.

Right as you heard them stop moving, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself before turning around suddenly and lunging at them over the back of the bench with a half effort grab at Tommy’s extended hand, and yelling. Tommy screamed back, stumbling back a  few paces and Tubbo just stumbled before backing up to the bench and busted out laughing.

“Ey what the hell!” He scoffed despite not being able to hold back his growing smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’ll remember that bitch, I’m gonna get you back.” he walked over to you and sat on the other side of the bench, giving you a hard glare when you laughed a little bit though it was mostly from Tubbo’s hysterical laughter. He took a deep breath and calmed himself so he could jump over the back of the bench and sit between you and Tommy.

The two boys were your underclassmen, being freshmen while you were a sophomore. The three of you met in your coding class. You were there mostly to get your English degree and major in said area, but you figured while you had the opportunity you would take classes on things you didn’t know much about. There, you met Wilbur, a senior and Tommy’s oldest brother, and he helped you quite a bit with understanding bits of coding that were a bit too confusing for you at first and were quickly becoming friends with him. That was until Tommy entered the picture. First, you just saw him as Wilbur’s chaotic younger brother who just happened to be in the coding class as well but after some insisting that you get to know him from Wilbur, you hung out one weekend in the library. One weekend turned to two then almost every weekend once he introduced you to Tubbo as well and you all had become a true trio.

You got to know Tommy’s family pretty well. His single father, Phil, who was just like a second parent to you now, and Wilbur who acted just like the older brother you never had. You knew them well despite having known them all for less than a year. The only hang-up is when it came to Tommy’s other brother. You knew he had an actual name, but only knew him by his nickname since that’s what everyone referred to him by. That would be Technoblade. The two of you had a couple of literature classes together and the fact that he was only one grade above you, you’d figure that you could befriend him with ease. Now, it’s not like he was big and scary, he was more tall and lanky but he was smart and he had some vibe around him that just petrified you. You couldn’t ever build up the courage to be around him which made it quite an issue since you were best friends with his brother, though this wasn’t an issue you had ever brought up to any of them.

“So how did classes go for you guys today?” You asked as you pulled one of your legs up onto the bench and closed your book which you held close to your chest.

“Fucking shitty! I got a fuck ton of extra work, like I know it’s college and the weekend but let me live.”

“We got one essay to write, it’s two pages long.” Tubbo reiterated with a smile while Tommy grumbled and leaned his head back so he was looking up at the sky. “What about you Y/n?”

“It wasn’t bad, I don’t have any extra work other than a bit of coding to do. Oh speaking of, Tommy?” You reached your foot over and kicked his leg to get his attention, only continuing when he was looking at you. “Is Will gonna be free at all? ‘Cause I need some help with this stuff.”

Tommy perked up a bit, sitting up to get his phone out. “Oh you're right, I actually need help with it too.” He mumbled while texting and staring at the screen as he waited for a reply. “Uhh okay so he says… I’m visiting some friends so I won’t have time… blah blah uh but ask Techno, I heard he’s pretty good at coding. Nice! That’s perfect, you can just come over to my house and-”

“Ah, you know what- I actually think I’m okay.” You quickly interrupted him, pulling your laptop out of your bag to aimlessly scroll through the assignment you were given. “It can’t even be that hard I’m sure… I can figure it out.” You said with as much confidence as you could muster despite knowing full well you’ll be completely lost as soon as you try to start on the work.

“Come on, we both know that’s a lie, you're so shit at this stuff.” He said light-heartedly and watched you ‘work’. “Seriously, just come over. I’m sure Techno is good at this stuff, if anything we can pay him to do the work.”

“It’s fine- really. I think I’ll just wait for Monday, I can ask Wilbur for help then.” You closed your laptop, keeping your gaze on it for a moment before looking over at Tubbo and Tommy who were giving you both a puzzled look. “What?”

“You don’t…” Tubbo started to speak but Tommy pushed him back with an arm on the chest so he could lean over to look at you closer.

“You don’t have a crush on Techno, do you?” He said and squinted at them as if disgusted by the thought.

“What!? No!” You sat up taller and looked at him, baffled that he resorted to that.

“Well, then what the hell is the problem! Just come over and he can teach us!” 

“I just… he’s kinda…” You grew flustered and found a loss for good words as you realized you were going to admit this. “He’s scary.”

Tommy busted out laughing and wheezed hard, doubling over as he coughed and laughed some more, stumbling over words as he tried to talk but was laughing too hard. Even tubbo who was trying to hold back, joined Tommy which only made them bounce off each other in their hysterics.

“Wha- I’m serious! Do you two not think he’s intimidating!?” You looked at both of them desperately as you could feel the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

“He’s literally-” Tubbo’s laughter interrupted him. “He’s a nerd! How the hell is he scary?” He settled down a bit and nudged Tommy to get him to calm down too, luckily he got his fit of laughter out.

“Oh my god, no I’ve got to go home now.” He grabbed his backpack that had been discarded behind the bench and looked at you once more before laughing more. “Scared of Techno- oh my god. That's good, that’s a good one. Bye bitches!” He saluted both of you before running off.

“Tommy I swear to god if you tell anyone I will deck your shit!!” You stood up, holding your laptop in hand, to yell at him but just stood there defeated once he turned a corner around a building. Tubbo got up beside you, laughing as he put his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I wish I could give him the benefit of the doubt… but he’s gonna tell Techno. And Wilbur. And Phil for sure.” 

“Yeah... I’m sure he will. I’m going to my dorm, I’ve got to call my mom.”

“Aww-” You put your hand over his mouth, but took it away as soon as he shut up so he wouldn’t lick your palm.

“Shut- I don’t wanna hear shit from you too. Anyway, get home soon and don’t get kidnapped.” You turned away to put your laptop and book into your backpack and zipped it up before pulling it over one shoulder. You looked back at Tubbo and put your fist up to him.

“I’ll kick them in the balls, don’t worry.” He laughed a little and bumped his fist to yours and walked backward a few paces, waving at you. “Tell your mom I said hi!”

You waved back at him and stood to wait and watch him walk off along the stone path until he was fully out of sight to make your way to your dorm, which was right in the courtyard area.

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Monday came around and with the school day partially over, you made your way to your coding class. You of course didn't end up doing the assigned homework even though you gave it a good try and just decided to rely on Wilbur's help.

You walked into class and took in a deep breath, it was always cool and smelt of coffee since the teacher brewed a cup before your class every day. Making your way over to your usual computer you looked over to see Tommy sitting in your spot beside Wilbur and chatting to him. You guessed he heard you coming or saw Wilbur look your way because he looked back and grinned wide which never meant good.

"Ey look at who it is! Wonderful seeing you again, how was your weekend?"

"Fine." You said, looking down at him and kicking his foot. "I don't like how you're acting, what the hell did you do?"

He just feigned innocence and looked offended that you could assume such a thing. "Me? Me!?" He leaned forward, hand gracefully on his chest. "I cannot believe you right now, I'm hurt Y/n! Truly hurt."

You scoffed with an eye roll and sat on the other side of Wilbur since the seat was free. As soon as you set your bag down and went to turn toward the two, Wilbur was already facing you and leaning on the desk area for the keyboard in a way that looked like he needed to say something in secret.

"You good?"

He just waved you down and you leaned forward to listen. "You're not… actually afraid of Technoblade are you?"

"Tommy you little shit!" You jumped up, nearly hitting Wilbur but he moved back in time. Tommy laughed and fled to the other side of the room where he normally sat so you just grumbled and took your seat.

"Well?"

"Is no one else? He's intimidating, I feel like he'd call me out on all my insecurities if I inconvenienced him. And THEN he would hold me at knifepoint till I left him alone."

Wilbur snorted and hung his head as he softly laughed, you reached over and hit his arm before leaning closer to whisper. “I’m serious Wilbur! He scares me!”

He looked back up at you with the most amused look. “Come on, you can’t be friends with this family without knowing techno. Honestly. Talk to him today. You two have the same literature class at the end of the day right?” He asked as he sat up and leaned back into his chair to turn his computer on and log into the coding website.

“I mean yeah but- what does that have to do with anything.” You asked, but Wilbur didn’t reply as he just stared at his screen so you leaned forward to get into his peripheral vision. “Will, what does that have to do with anything? I’m not talking to him, I hope you know that.”

-

You were wrong. Nearing the end of your literature class, you sat there listening to the teacher while completely lost on the assignment. Usually, it wouldn’t be too much of an issue because you would just give it the best attempt you could and see where you messed up at the end to better understand the work. It wasn’t the best tactic but you liked it better than having to ask for help. But now, this was a big and grade-determining assignment, not one you could afford to flunk.

The class was given five minutes to start on or look over the work at the end of the class. You leaned back in your chair, staring at your paper at a loss, and listened to the sound of people moving around the class near you. You didn’t try to look up since you assumed it was friends going to sit together and gossip. That was until you noticed someone took the seat beside you and shuffled a bit closer. Pulling the paper away from your face to look, you froze instantly upon locking eyes with Technoblade who was smiling lightly. You had never seen him this close, the most notable thing was his dyed light pink hair that had grown out brown roots and you could even see in his smile how his top and bottom canine teeth were a bit longer than normal and looked like he had small fangs and tusks.

He pushed his glasses up before crossing his arms and leaning forward on his desk. “Hey so I know you’re terrified of me, but it looks like you’re having a bit of an issue.” You opened your mouth to speak but were just met with a loss for words and just averted your eyes, continually glancing back at him for a moment as you were unsure what to do. He snorted lightly, bringing his hand up to stifle his laugh, and cleared his throat. “Yeah sorry for bein’ so big and scary but I can help ya. Come one, show me what you are confused with Y/n.”

“You- you know my name?” You looked right at him finally to which he raised an eyebrow at you quizzically.

“Well yeah. Did you really expect me not to? You’re besties with both of my brothers and my dad loves having you over. I was just waiting for you to say hi to me.” He leaned back, fidgeting with a ring with his hands. “Didn’t think you’d actually be scared of me, thank Tommy for snitching. He talked about it all weekend.”

You groaned, leaning forward to run your hands over your face and sigh, swearing that you’d smack him once school was out.

“Oh shi-” You looked at Techno and he was checking the time on his phone. “Hey, class is about to end. You’re not gonna be busy are you?”

“Uh… not, no I’m not.”

“Great.” He got up, moving the desk back to its original place and trotting over to grab his bag, and looking back to you. “Get your stuff and meet me at the south entrance, we can work on it back at my house.” And without giving you a chance to try to object, he called to the teacher saying that he was going to leave a minute early to get his stuff together since he rented a locker a bit away from the classroom and the teacher waved him off.

Reluctantly, you went back to your dorm which was close to where you had class. You dropped off unneeded books and grabbed a granola bar from a box you kept in your room then headed toward the entrance Techno told you to meet him at. And of course, walking up the sidewalk to the doors you saw him there sitting on a bench with his bag beside him. He saw you and jumped up, waving you over to him as he started walking immediately. While you were still behind him, you sent a picture to Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur of him walking in front of you and adding the caption ‘i did it :P’. 

The two of you chatted while you walked through the neighborhood and despite light teasing on how scary he was, he was easy to talk to and you had a lot in common with him. It was a shame you hadn’t taken the initiative to talk to him before. In no time, you were walking through the door after him into the familiar home where Phil greeted you with a surprised but happy look and offered snacks which Techno graciously took before heading to his room.

To your surprise, Technoblade is the best tutor you have ever had. He is attentive and incredibly patient when trying to figure out where you are having struggles and he’s smart. Like he knows every single bit of what is supposed to be brand new information from the class. Not even two hours into him helping you, you understood the assignment completely and you both spent the next three hours sitting on his bed and working together. You joked with him and he held the same energy while keeping the focus on working and even swapped laptops with him to check it over for each other.

You broke your gaze from the endless lines of text on your laptop screen to look at the window and seeing the orange sky around trees and over top of houses that indicated the setting sun. “Oh my gosh!” You scrambled off the bed, carefully stuffing papers back into your bag. “I didn’t even realize what time it was- Technoblade thank you a million for helping me. I appreciate it so much, but I need to get back to my dorm! I promised my roommate I’d help her cook dinner tonight.” You grabbed your laptop off of the bed and put it into your bag, closing it all up quickly.

Slinging it over your shoulder and adjusting it, you turned to make your way out of the room but you were stopped by a tug and looked back to see Techno holding onto your bag and looking displeased. “Not yet.”

“Wha- I need to go though-”

“It’s a tradition in this house to hug anyone before they leave, you should know that from my dad.” He let go and opened his arms up to you.

You turned to him and tilted your head a little. “You’re joking…”

He just smiled smugly and waited. You glanced at the doorway but gave in and closed the bit of distance, hugging him to which he returned snugly and spoke softly to you. “You’re a good person. I’m glad to have gotten to know you and I hope you’ll come back. I promise I’m not all that bad.” With that, he slowly let go and patted your arm before gently shoving you toward the doorway and plopping down on his bed. “Have a good night!”

“Uh.. yeah, you too!” You said back, still surprised by the exchange. His words swam through your mind as you went to leave the house, hugging Phil on your way out and wishing him a good night as well. Finally checking your phone on the walk home, you found a supportive and proud text from Wilbur, a dirty joke from Tommy, and something in between from Tubbo.

You laughed to yourself, amused by the differences in the messages. It was times like these that you most found appreciation for the three. Mentally you had to correct yourself though. The whole family was good. This you can say for sure now.

[blue-writes-things]

“Mudblood”

Sirius Black x Reader | Fluff / Angst

“For once you didn’t want to set the place on fire, you wanted to set yourself on fire”

| Masterlists | Words: 2225 Warnings: Shitty parents, Walburga and Orion’s A+ parenting, swearing, feminine pronouns   A/N: I still don’t know what pov this is, and also world ‘law’ inconsistencies. Edited Blue Moon Archives

Feedback is always appreciated! - Blue

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You’re standing in a crowd of people talking shit about each other or blood purity, blah, blah, blah. Although you’d rather be listening to the other people at this ‘Pureblood only’ party that your mother dragged you to, then listen to her talk at you, ripping at everything about you because the ribbon you tied around the waist of your dress was red and gold.

You wanted to have something with you that didn’t make you want to set everything on fire, or maybe you could borrow some of those fireworks James and Remus made, or - you got snapped out of your thoughts of ‘justified arson’ by someone yelling “Sirius Orion Black!”

Oh shit- that was one of the biggest reasons you hated going to these things since Sirius had ‘family’ in this little clique, he was dragged to them. You always made a big effort to not let anyone at Hogwarts know you were related to these monsters.

Everyone but a few Slytherins knew you as a muggleborn, Including your friends, you knew you should tell them the truth, but something always stopped you.

So you spent these parties hiding from Sirius, seeing him in a room meant you went to another, or even just went to the bathroom for the whole event so there was no way he would see you. You wanted to tell him, so these things wouldn’t be as bad, so you’d have someone to talk to, but you thought that if he, or any of your friends found out, you’d be dropped as their friend and that was the worst thing that could happen to you.

As Sirius and his mother walked into the room, you went to the other room, but unlucky, Sirius saw the little bit of red in the sea of green, going after you, knowing that no one who went to these things would ever wear red. But he missed you by a second. A seconded that, to you, saved your friendship. You and Sirius ended up playing a game of hide and seek for the rest of the night before you finally got to leave.

The next morning when you walked into the common room to see James, Remus and Lily sitting on the floor watching Sirius pace in front of the fireplace talking faster than a snitch flies.

“Who broke Sirius?” you raise your eyebrows sitting next to Remus on the floor.

“He had to go to one of those pureblood parties and a girl was there” he sighs, you stiffen, knowing it was you

“It’s not about her being a girl! It was that she had a red ribbon!” he yelled, before dramatically falling to lay on the floor.

“What’s it matter that she was wearing a red ribbon?” Lily asked leaning on James, making him turn as red as the couch “No don’t make him talk again!” Remus half laughs, but was also being a bit serious (no pun intended)

“Because! If you were listening, no one at these parties wears red, it’s like poison to them, meaning this girl must have known that and chose to wear it, meaning she doesn’t think like them!”

“Sounds like your jumping to conclusions Pads,” James says, still red “No! Cause she also was basically running from me all night

“She sounds smart” You smirk “Either way, why does it matter?” “It means that there’s someone there who is also a Gryffindor, you guys wouldn’t understand…” He trails off, you wanted so badly to hug him and say, I know exactly what you’re saying

“Guys, I’m hungry, can we go to breakfast now?” Remus whines standing up, we all nod and agree getting up

“Last person there has to do Sirius’s homework!” you half yell making everyone run out of the room down to the great hall, once everyone gets there, Lily ends up coming last, meaning James will end up doing Sirius’s homework.

“How do you always get here first?” Remus says panting (pun 100% intended)

“Cause I remember all the shortcuts here” he grins

“I think that’s cheating and Sirius is disqualified meaning he has to do his own homework, all in favour?” Lily glaring but smiling at Sirius as everyone, but him raises their hand “You’re all sore losers!” everyone laughed sitting down and starting to eat.

About halfway through breakfast a bunch of owls come in, dropping everyone letters. You don’t pay too much attention to it, you rarely get letters, and when you do, it’s just your parents shouting insults at you. So when a letter drops in front of you it made you flinch. Noting it’s in a green envelope you shove it in your pocket. Sirius frowns but doesn’t say anything.

The group go about the day, having classes, watching James try to flirt with Lily, Sirius trying to flirt with you, the norm.

But after charms with Slytherin, you and the boys had planned a prank for Lucius Malfoy, he was bullying a first-year Hufflepuff, no one messes with Hufflepuffs and gets away with it.

Right as it was about to go into action, he got out of the way of the red dye about to fall on his plantation blonde hair. The group all groan, seeing Severus smirk as he leaves the classroom, you guess he told Malfoy about it but the looks of things.

“Watch it ‘mudblood’.” he smirks, putting ‘mudblood’ in quotations, he was one of the people who knew about you not being muggleborn, he said he wouldn’t tell anyone, but now he uses it as blackmail on you.

“Don’t call her that!” Sirius yells, going to pull out his wand, to hex him into next year.

“Y/N, I suggest you control your friend there, he does anything to me, I’ll tell your little group about your dearest mother and father. To be honest, I’m surprised you’ve kept your mouth shut about it for so long” he chuckles as he turns to leave, Sirius fuming about to go after him again

“Sirius. Just, leave it” you mumble

“Why! He can’t say that to you!”

“Cause we’d get detention and I have a…thing…I need to go to this weekend, and if I miss it, I’ll get bea- in big trouble….I’m going to the library I have homework to do, I’ll see you guys later” you rush off

“She’s not going to the library” Remus utters, both James and Sirius look at him funny “You can’t get to library from that way”

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Sirius says going off after you

“Wanna go get lunch Moony?” James says after Sirius runs off

“Sounds good”

***

You reach the black lake, taking out the letter your parents sent you this morning, ripping it open and reading it. It was the normal ‘disgrace, worthless, traitor’ it hurts more than you expected, plus a reminder at the bottom that you’re going to another gathering this weekend.

You drop the letter next to you, hugging your knees to your chest, tears start falling. You sat like that for almost an hour before someone sat next to you

“Been lookin’ for you everywhere love” you look up and It’s Sirius “What’s wrong?”

He frowns looking down seeing the letter, and a green envelope, just like the ones his family sends him, he goes to grab it, but you snatch it away before he can

“What’s the letter say? It’s clearly upset you” he shuffles closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Not thinking clearly, you say the first excuse that comes to your mind

“Mum just told me that, my aunt died,” you say not looking at him

“Y//n, I know that’s not true”

“What do you mean it’s not true! I just read the bloody letter”

“Cause this is the fourth letter in a row telling you that an aunt has died, you’re not very good at lying”

“You’d be surprised” you mumble so Sirius doesn’t hear you

“Come on, you can tell me anything, you can tell me the truth”

“You don’t want to know the truth, Sirius!” You snap at him running up to the castle.

You spent the rest of the week avoiding your friends, well Sirius, but he’s always with them, so it meant avoiding them too.

It was Saturday night, and you were at the pureblood party, and completely miserable. You go over and stand next to your father

“Couldn’t help but bring that ‘Gryffindor’ pride with you?” your father says looking down at you. You’ve never felt so small “Take that stupid thing off”  

“S-sorry father” you look down you taking off the red ribbon

“Disgrace” he mutters walking away

Not wanting to look as alone as you felt, you go outside though some fancy glass doors, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, for once you didn’t want to set the place on fire, you wanted to set yourself on fire, you felt cold, but not from the weather, from spending a week away from your friends, and re-reading all the letters your ‘family’ sent to you.

You didn’t notice, but Sirius had just walked in. He’s looking around for the red ribbon, hoping that ‘whoever’ she is, was here tonight, he sees the ribbon by the doors, smirking “fuckin’ finally” he thinks, once he’s outside he sees that it’s you.

“Y-Y/n?”

Your eyes go wide ‘well tonight can’t get worse’ you think, turning to him but not daring to look in his eyes

“How’d you get here? What are you doing here?”

“Same as you” You show Sirius the ‘invite’ to the party

“I-I don’t understand, you’re not muggleborn you’re pureblood? Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns

“I didn’t want you to think of me as one of them” You look inside, you can practically hear them saying mudblood

You could see cogs turning his brain though his eyes as he was piecing it all together “All the letters were from them?”

You nod, pulling out a bunch of paper from your bag “Only letters I ever get” you choke handing them to Sirius He looks through them, anger boiling inside him

“They say I’m a traitor, pathetic, disappointment, disgrace, worthless, unloved, unneeded…I guess I am really” Sirius pulls you into a hug.

“You’re nothing like them, and you’re none of those things, I’m so glad I met you, I don’t know where I’d be without you… actually I do, I’d be in there bored outta my mind,” You hold him tighter burying your head in his neck

You hear Sirius’s mother calling him from inside, you pull away smirking at him, and spark in your eye, as if you weren’t about to burst out crying.

Sirius looks at you confused but smiling “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours”

“Well since we’re stuck here for a bit, why don’t we have some fun” you grin tying ribbon back around your waist

“I like the sound of that”

You grab Sirius’s hand and pull in inside to where a song is playing and people are dancing respectfully in pairs.

“Hey, Pads? May I have this dance?”

“Hey, isn’t that my line?”

You roll your eyes as you both go to where the dancing is. Sirius holds you by your waist pulling you close

You raise your eyebrow and Sirius winks at you “Do you know what personal space is?” smirking you wrap your arms around his neck, only making you both closer “Doesn’t seem like you mind” his voice drops an octave

“Who would mind being this close to Sirius Orion Black” Sirius looks down at your lips.

“The way my name sounds coming off your lips is making me want to kiss you,” he says sensually, smirking and pulling you closer (if that’s even possible) you bite your lip, flicking your eyes from his lips

“Sirius.Orion.Black”

He crashes his lips to yours, sending sparks through each other, it felt like it was always meant to be, but ruining the moment both your mothers are pulling you apart, saying things like blood traitors, despicable, etc, making you both laugh

“See you at school!” Sirius calls as his mother drags him out

“If we make it back!”

You both laugh, your mothers going off.

~ A few months later ~

You were taking a walk around the grounds finding Sirius sitting by the black lake holding a letter “Parents?” you say sitting by him, wrapping him in a hug as he nods

“Th-they disowned me…It’s like I don’t give a fuck, I hate them…but it still hurts”

You laugh a bit “You’re kidding right?” “Hm?” he tilts his head to the side as you pull a letter from your robes

“Got it yesterday” you hand letter to him He lets out a laugh “They disowned you too?!” “They couldn’t wait one day? So we can get disowned together?” you both laugh

“I love you, Sirius Orion”

“Now that sounds so much better coming from your lips” he has his cheeky grin on his face “Does it make you want to kiss me?” you smirk “It makes me want to kiss you forever” as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.