#i think janitor is the perfect job for me i fucking hate being looked at when i'm doing things

[ratspider]

i gotta be honest i am stoked to be a janitor. i see mops and i get excited

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile. AAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'TTTT I'M SMILING SO BIG RN MY CHEEKS HURT WHAT IN THE FUCK THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

[ardathksheyna]

I hate the tech industry

Even though I've been diligently applying for jobs in this shit job market, I've come to the conclusion that I'm completely done with tech.

Why?

Aside from being tired of working for other people, I'm tired of the head-games that employers and other employees like to play on people.

And the head-games since graduating in 2010 and getting into the field have been non-stop. More so than the ones that I had to deal with as a janitor. The biggest difference between janitor and software developer is if I fucked up, I knew when I fucked up. It wasn't subjective, either.

First place out of college. I learned a lot and expanded my knowledge. I learned enough that I was even part of the hiring and onboarding team for new developers. When it came time for advancement, I got told that I'd never be a senior dev because I rarely work more than 42 hours a week (I'm salary lol). That was the start of me beginning to not care about titles. After that, I started looking since it became obvious that I wouldn't advance much there.

Get a new job at the second place out of school. Looks like there's ripe opportunities for advancement. Lol nope, I missed this one little thing that may or may not have been a bug that somehow slipped past QA. Was told by my manager that I'm not senior material. So I have to be perfect to be a senior developer.

Got it.

Third place: I'm not white and male, and I'm just a stand-in.

Fourth place: who the fuck knows because I got laid off within four months of being hired because the CEO was running the place into the ground. Heard from a friend that same CEO stole a bunch of PPP money and then turned around and laid off more people during the pandemic.

And finally, the most recent place: I basically had to be this one specific half-assed dev in order to be a senior dev. Said half-assed dev introduced a zero-day in one of the company's WP plugins because he thought he was being clever by introducing a Laravel-style ORM to WordPress.

Basically, I need a job but I fucking hate the tech industry specifically, and white-collar office environments in general.

I'm neurodivergent. I don't read between the lines well, if at all. I don't take hints. Say what you mean, and actually mean it. Plain-speak works best for me. However, even though I'm ND, my survival instincts are quite honed and if I get the sense someone is trying to fuck with me, it's over. I won't deal with you. You go to the time-out corner and think your sins over.

That being said, I realized something. I'm tired of playing in other people's sandboxes. As a child, I had no problem playing by myself. As an adult, the same rules apply.

I know what I bring to the table, I'm not afraid to eat alone.

[kumzume]

glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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[fruitcoops]

LOOPS RAILING CAP IN THE SHOWER - cause we all know he deserves it after a game

Not exactly after a game, but still some fun and frisky locker room shower times. Coops (and James) credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, being sort-of walked in on (only after everything is said and done), cramping muscles

“Hurry up,” Sirius hissed as he teetered on one foot and accidentally dipped the toe of his sock into the water pooling beneath him.

“I’m trying!” Remus whispered back, still elbows-deep in his duffel bag. His face lit up and he rocked back on his heels with a small container.

“Absolutely not,” Sirius said immediately.

“It’s all I have!”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered, yanking his other sock off and kneeling by his own bag. “There is no universe in which that bullshit is going up my ass.”

“It’s Vaseline, baby, not battery acid.”

Sirius turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “It’s sticky, it’s slimy, and it’s cold as shit. You hate it, too!”

“Fair point.”

With a quiet, triumphant ‘ha!’, Sirius emerged with a small tube of clear aloe gel. “Who’s the Boy Scout now, sweetheart?”

“You’re the Boy Scout,” Remus grumbled, wincing as he stood and his knees crackled. “Alright, scoot, we don’t have a ton of time.”

“Oh, baby, talk dirty to me,” Sirius deadpanned.

Remus made a face to hide his smile. “Shut up, you.”

He peeked around the edge of the shower stall once more before backing up against the wall, then stifled a shout at the cold tile between his shoulder blades. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We do have a perfectly good shower at home.” Despite his words, Sirius could see the gleam of excitement in Remus’ eye as he was beckoned forward. The idea of maybe possibly maybe getting caught was a bit embarrassing if he thought about it too long, but it still sent a thrill through every nerve. That may have just been the feeling of Remus’ warmth on his front mixing with the chill on his back, though.

“Do you—” Sirius cut himself off with one more heated kiss, sliding a hand down Remus’ neck and laughing slightly at the squeak of his wet skin. “I wanna see you. Can you hold me up?”

Remus hummed, then pulled back with a thoughtful look. “Not before stretching. Sorry.”

“Pas de problem, mon coeur.” Sirius uncapped the aloe and handed it to Remus, using the side wall of the stall as a brace to hold himself up. He prayed his own tired muscles would do the job and not send them both tumbling to the floor in a heap of horniness.

“Here, let me…” Remus bit his lower lip and looped an arm under Sirius’ knee, lifting his leg around his waist. “Will that cramp?”

“Nah.”

He looked skeptical, but didn’t protest as he slicked his fingers and ran them down Sirius’ cleft. The water had finally started warming up to a more comfortable temperature; Sirius closed his eyes with a sigh and soaked in the feeling, letting the familiar tingles wash over him while Remus dragged his teeth along the side of his neck and the pad of his first finger slid in.

“You have magic fingers,” he murmured, gasping when cold air hit his pulse point. Whoever created aloe gel, I owe you a fruit basket.

He could feel Remus’ smile as his hitched-up thigh started trembling. “Merci.”

A door slammed down the hall and they both jerked in surprise—the digit rubbing gently around his outer muscle slipped very deep inside on very short notice and Sirius’ yelp was quickly muffled by Remus’ palm. “Fucking Christ,” he wheezed, torn between moaning in contentment and shrieking like a little girl at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry, sorry, it was an accident.” Remus kissed his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“All good.”

“Will this be enough?"

“Considering we have—” Sirius did some awkward gymnastics to spot the wall clock. “—shit, just under an hour until the guys should start showing up, it’ll have to be.”

Remus chewed on the inside of his lip and glanced at the aloe. “I don’t know…”

“Hey.” Sirius cupped his face and kissed him. “This isn’t my first horse show.”

“Rodeo.”

“Same thing.” Remus’ lips twitched upwards and warmth spread all the way down to his toes, not just from the showerhead still spraying them like a firehose. “Besides, God knows you stretched me well enough last night.”

His concern turned to smugness and he crooked his finger slightly. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Bastard.”

The playful insult came out a little breathy as Sirius leaned his head back against the wall, losing himself to Remus’ practiced movements and damp, smooth skin touching him everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. Something blunt and quite a bit slicker nudged his entrance after a moment—after a slow exhale on Remus’ part and a whine from Sirius, he was in to the hilt with all ten fingers gripping Sirius’ hips.

“Oh, fuck.” Sirius was rather winded for reasons he couldn’t spare the braincells to name, and Remus laughed under his breath as he began to move. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh.”

“I can’t.”

“I know you can.”

“I don’t want to,” Sirius corrected, rocking his hips to match Remus’ thrusts. His fingers began to get sore from holding the stall so tight, but heat was building in his gut and he was hard enough to almost hurt in the best way. “God, there.”

“Not god, just me.”

He flicked his arm with a teasing grin. “Smartass. This is exciting.”

“Uh-huh.” Remus caught him by the thigh as his other knee buckled after a particularly nice angle. “Can’t hold you, can’t hold you, baby—”

“Got it,” Sirius managed, propping himself up again. A clunky door echoed in a faraway corridor and he heard Remus’ breath catch. “Keep going.”

“Someone’s gonna hear.”

“So?” He quirked an eyebrow and wrapped his free arm around Remus’ upper chest, drawing him even closer for a kiss that was more tongue than lips. “That’s the whole point, right?”

“The point—” Remus punctuated his words with a harder thrust that left Sirius’ scrabbling for grip on the wet tiles with a shaky sound. “—is that we could get caught. We could get caught, and then everyone would see how whiny, and needy, and lovely you are while you’re begging for me.”

“Oh my god,” Sirius practically whimpered. He swallowed hard and wrapped his leg tighter around Remus’ waist.

The water was starting to lose some of its heat, but he was dizzy with lust, and pure pleasure dripped like wildfire through his veins. “Actually, I think they already know,” Remus murmured into the hollow of his throat, leaving a light bite there. “Our friends don’t need to find us fucking in the showers, do they? They just need to take one look at you and they’ll know that as soon as I get you between the sheets, you’re a wreck.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered shut; he couldn’t seem to close his mouth anymore, nor could he muffle the short, guttural sounds slipping out with every quick movement. His left leg was completely numb; it was a miracle it hadn’t given out yet.

“But no,” Remus continued, hoisting him back up into the proper place with a huff. “No, we just have to be that couple that sneaks into the locker room an hour before call time because we just love to tempt fate.”

“This was—your idea—too,” Sirius panted.

“Yeah, because I can’t keep my hands off you.”

He melted into Remus’ palms as they ran along his ribs and back, then down to his ass to give it a firm squeeze. “Close?” he asked, half-slurred.

“Not as close as you.”

His free leg tried to buckle again as Remus stroked along his shaft, but he forced it to stay steady and settled for gritting his teeth around a loud moan that would surely give them away. Remus smiled and upped the pace, but kept his hips moving at the exact same speed. The contrast made Sirius’ head spin. “Please, please, please, please—”

Teeth sank into the junction of his shoulder and all the air fled his lungs. “What else do you want, baby?”

“I don’t know.” It came out far needier than he intended, but who cared? Stars were already popping at the corners of his vision, and he couldn’t even feel the lukewarm water very much anymore.

“Come.”

“I c—”

“Now.”

Sirius took one shallow breath, two, and then shuddered apart, leaning all his weight into the tiles while Remus pulled out and came on his inner thigh. Through his hazy vision, he saw they still had about forty minutes until any of the others would show up. “Love you. Oh, fuck yeah,” he sighed.

Remus made a questioning noise against his collarbone; Sirius felt his heartbeat pounding under his hand.

“We’ve got time to spare.”

“Thank god,” Remus said with a breathless laugh. “I don’t actually want anyone to catch us.”

“Sounds like a nightmare,” Sirius agreed. “I think I’d rather—”

“Sup, Mad-Eye?”

Both of them froze in place as a cheerful voice rang out down the hallway. Sneakers squeaked on the linoleum floors, drawing closer every second. Sirius had gone ice cold, but he didn’t think it was just the shower’s fault.

“Go, go, go!” Remus hissed, yanking away.

Unfortunately, Sirius’ thigh decided that was the perfect moment to cramp so hard it made his vision go white for a second. As soon as his foot touched the ground, his whole hamstring seized, and he doubled over with a strained “motherfucker!”

“Get up!”

“I can’t!”

James’ footsteps were getting louder. Sirius cursed under his breath and limped after Remus into the shitty little janitor’s closet in the corner, wedging himself next to a mop as he bit down on his knuckles to stifle the pained groans building in his throat. Remus shot him an apologetic look and squeezed his hand in sympathy.

The closet was not meant for much more than a handful of emergency cleaning supplies, let alone two mid-season-muscled hockey players. They were pressed chest-to-chest, holding their breath as doom approached.

Well, not doom. Just utter, world-ending humiliation. Not the kinky kind, either.

James whistled to himself as he neared the locker room—two seconds after Sirius buried his face in the side of Remus’ neck to breathe through the agony in his leg, the door slammed open and his best friend began clattering around.

All of a sudden, the room fell silent. Shit.

“Hello?” James called, sounding much too amused for his own good. “Anyone in here?”

Sirius’ pulse hammered in his ears.

“Huh. Looks like somebody left the shower on,” James said with a dramatic gasp. “And what’s this? Two whole duffel bags?”

Fuck, Remus mouthed as Sirius straightened up with a wince.

James started laughing. Deep, deep in his soul, Sirius knew he had spotted the aloe. The squeaking stopped just outside the closet. “Good morning,” James singsonged, though he didn’t open the door.

Remus opened his mouth, resigned, but Sirius jabbed him in the chest with his pointer finger and shot him a warning look. They weren’t going to engage in conversation while naked and crammed in a janitor’s closet. Especially not when James Potter was on the other side.

“I think it’s a little early for all this, but I could be wrong.” He could almost see James shrugging through the thick wood. “I suppose you’ve gotta take what free time you have. Cap, your showers are a lot nicer than these, though. At least they stay warm for more than a few minutes.”

Remus thudded his forehead against Sirius’ sternum.

“Alright, alright,” James said after a moment of quiet. “If anyone were to perhaps be hiding after getting off in the shitty team showers at seven in the morning—at least, I hope you got off—they should feel free to come out of the closet in a much more literal sense because I am leaving. And I will be out of the locker room for five minutes. Once again, that is five minutes, and then I will be back in here to get ready for my job like a responsible adult.”

The door opened and closed again with a click. They both waited with bated breath.

“Ugh, fine,” James groaned. The hinges creaked, his footsteps faded, and there was a loud slam as it shut for real.

“I’m going to kill him,” Sirius said as they shuffled out of the closet, knocking over several spray bottles in the process. “Really, I will.”

“I’ll help you bury the body,” Remus said wearily as he tossed the aloe back in his bag with a sigh. “That was horrific. Think we can sneak out and back in without him noticing?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes at the door. “The son of a bitch will be waiting for us. It’s better to just accept our fate and let him have this.”

“We’re putting shaving cream in his gloves after this, right?”

“Actually, I think Vaseline would be better.”

[yellowocaballero]

Percy Jackson meets a Landlord, a Tax Accountant, and a Tree Growing in Brooklyn

“Golduck, use hydro pump!” Percy whispered. He moved Golduck so he hit Batman on the chest, and then hit Batman a few more times for good measure. “Die, landlord!”

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?”

Percy almost fell out of his chair. 

He twisted his torso around, looking behind him with wide eyes. But the only person there was a white girl, no older than him. She was wearing a really severe expression to match her tight little blonde ponytail, and she was carrying a clipboard in both hands. There was a piece of string tacked to the clipboard, with a pen tied around one end. She looked like she asked the school librarian if she could help shelve books. 

Percy decided instantly that she hated him, so he decided to hate her back. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be doing your taxes?” Percy sneered. “Buzz off.”

That made her mad. The girl’s angelic little chubby face twisted in rage, and her grip on the clipboard turned threatening. “I’m accounting the chores! And I could do taxes if I wanted!”

“Yeah?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Name one tax.”

“Sales tax,” the girl said instantly. 

Damn. She got that one.  

Short fic that I am considering extending into a much, much longer fic. Thank you Ami for the translation of the card (I would definitely translate it yourself, it’s important). The entire backstory and premise of the AU isn’t immediately apparent, but if I extend the fic it’ll be more explained (spoiler: Luke Castellan, age 14, said fuck Olympus and moved all of Camp Half-Blood into Brooklyn to live in a child-run utopia). I haven’t reread Percy Jackson since I was 10, I barely remember anything that happens or any of the characters, so don’t expect much - but aren’t the best children’s novels the children’s novels that live in our head, anyway?

Rest under the cut. 

2005

180 Olive Apartments was a dump. Batman said so.

Batman felt very strongly about this, and as a result Percy did too. It was not Percy’s own, private, personal opinion. Batman informed Percy that the apartment complex was shabby, gross, not in Staten island, and smelled weird. Batman made a very convincing argument that they should live in Staten Island instead, which Percy had done his best to relay to Mom. Mom hadn’t been impressed. 

“This is the best place for us, Percy,” Mom had said, with that pinched look on her face. It was the ‘Percy’s Making My Life Really Hard’ face. Percy had been seeing that face a lot lately. “Let’s just try to make this work, please?”

There was no ‘best place’ for them, and Percy and Batman knew that. But that was another thing Mom didn’t want to hear. 

So Percy had suffered in stoic silence as Mom dragged him out of the motel, made him miss the new episode of Pokemon, and forced him to ride the subway forty minutes into smelly Brooklyn so he could sit in this smelly chair outside of some smelly office in a smelly apartment. From inside the office, Percy could hear the faint rise and fall of voices: Mom’s, light and lyrical and very polite to people who were not Percy; and some landlord guy. His voice was really light and high too, but he was probably a real jerk.

Percy was so bored he could die. He sat up on his knees, turning around so he could prop his elbows against the dusty windowsill with grimy frosted glass. He plopped Batman down on the dirty windowsill, smearing his chipped feet through the tracks of dust. Parkour. He unzipped his pocket and grabbed his slightly dusty Golduck rubber toy, putting it in front of Batman. Golduck was from McDonald’s, so it had a bad attitude. 

Percy waggled Batman. You have a bad attitude, Golduck. You can’t live in my house anymore, because you get water all over the tile and you make the wood go bad. 

Golduck jiggled when Percy shook him. It wasn’t Golduck’s fault that the water went everywhere! Water just goes places sometimes. Golduck was a water type, so water followed him around and got into wood and made the wood go bad and made other people mad at him. It’s not Golduck’s fault, so don’t make him move!

I don’t want to hear it, Batman said. I’m going to make you live in a crummy motel and make your Mom go on a lot of boring websites looking for new places to live. The motel’s bananas are going to taste weird. Mom’s going to cry a lot. And it’ll be all your fault because you’re a bad kid. 

“Golduck, use hydro pump!” Percy whispered. He moved Golduck so he hit Batman on the chest, and then hit Batman a few more times for good measure. “Die, landlord!”

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?”

Percy almost fell out of his chair. 

He twisted his torso around, looking behind him with wide eyes. But the only person there was a white girl, no older than him. She was wearing a really severe expression to match her tight little blonde ponytail, and she was carrying a clipboard in both hands. There was a piece of string tacked to the clipboard, with a pen tied around one end. She looked like she asked the school librarian if she could help shelve books. 

Percy decided instantly that she hated him, so he decided to hate her back. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be doing your taxes?” Percy sneered. “Buzz off.”

That made her mad. The girl’s angelic little chubby face twisted in rage, and her grip on the clipboard turned threatening. “I’m accounting the chores! And I could do taxes if I wanted!”

“Yeah?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Name one tax.”

“Sales tax,” the girl said instantly. 

Damn. She got that one. Percy just rolled his eyes instead, sitting back down on his seat and stuffing his toys in his cargo pocket. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, even if he knew that he wasn’t too old to play with Batman and Golduck. What did tax accountants know, anyway. 

The girl sniffed, and made a show of inspecting the grimy windowsill and carefully making a note on her clipboard. Her pen had a pom-pom at the end. Percy bet she made hearts over the top of her ‘i’s. 

“Nick’s been slacking,” the girl muttered threateningly. “I’m surrounded by incompetents.”

“Why is it Nick’s job to clean the leasing office?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Don’t you have a janitor for that?” Was Nick the janitor? If this pinched-face little girl was harassing cleaning staff then Percy was going to file a complaint.

But the girl just looked surprised, as if the idea of having a janitor was foreign and strange. “No janitor would even make it through the doors.” But then her eyes narrowed, as if a thought just occurred to her. “Wait. How did you…”

However Percy did what, he would never know. The door to the leasing office cracked open, and Percy scrambled off his seat in excitement. The girl stood stiffly at attention, clipboard on her hip, as Mom stepped out of the office. She looked very tired, but weirdly relieved.

There was a man right behind her, just as white and blonde as the girl. Percy wasn’t surprised: he could pick out a real ‘daughter-of-the-manager’ type right away. The man didn’t look like every other landlord Percy had ever seen - no moustache, for one - and he didn’t look old enough for the part anyway. He wasn’t old, but he definitely wasn’t an elementary schooler. He had a broad, honest face, but he was too muscular and strong looking and landlordey to be trustworthy. 

 Percy decided the weird landlord, with a mop of yellow hair like golden thread and a scary eyebrow with one long scar cutting straight through, was twenty five years old. Clearly the result of nepotism in the landlord industry.

Mom smiled when she saw Percy, who quickly pasted on his most innocent expression. Her eyes caught on the girl, who was glaring daggers at him. The landlord’s eyes caught on Percy’s own wrinkled nose. “Percy, good! Are you making friends?”

It was not an innocent question. It was a ‘please don’t ruin this for me too, Percy’ question. It was a ‘I’m very tired and I need you not to make things hard’ question. Percy was well acquainted with them. But maybe the girl was too, because when the landlord looked at the girl she also abruptly quailed. “I hope you’re being a good host, Annabeth.”

The unfortunately named Annabeth and Percy glanced at each other in silent and instant understanding. 

“Yeah, Annabeth’s really fun!” Percy said instantly. He was not going to ruin this for Mom again. Or, at least, he would try to hold off ruining it for her as long as possible. Even if this stupid apartment wasn’t in Staten island. “She was telling me about -”

“Taxes!” Annabeth said smoothly, a much better liar than Percy. “And Percy was telling me about Batman.”

They both looked very cute and very low matinence on command, the perfect picture of children who did not make their moms live in motels. 

Percy was rewarded when Mom smiled in relief. She put a hand on Percy’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I’m so glad. Percy, this is Mr. Castellan. Why don’t you say hi?”

“Hi Mr. Castellan,” Percy said obediently. “My name’s Percy Jackson, I’m in third grade.”

The landlord smiled at him with closed and tight lips, but it was Annabeth who spoke in interest. “Percy like Percival, King Arthur’s knight who searched for the Holy Grail?”

Uh, whatever? “Percy like the Greek hero Perseus,” Percy said shortly. “But I’m not Greek. My Grandma was from Guadalajara.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. She glanced at the landlord, whose expression was impossible to read. “Are you sure?”

“I know where my own grandmother is from!”

“She didn’t say that you didn’t, sweetie,” Mom said, and Percy guiltily shut up. “Percy, why don’t you and Mr. Castellan talk in his office for a little while? I have to fill out some paperwork, and I think you two have a lot to talk about.”

Percy looked up at her with wide eyes. Mom never left him alone with strangers. And paperwork already? “Are we moving in today?”

“You two talk for a bit,” Mom said firmly. “I’ll be right back.”

When Percy was pushed into Mr. Castellan’s office it felt more like he was a Roman Christian being tossed into the lion’s den in punishment for heresy. And when Mom settled him into an uncomfortable and weird-smelling chair in front of the teetering desk and kissed him on the temple before leaving the office, he abruptly felt like he had jumped into Grandma’s book of Bible Stories. 

Mr. Landlord’s office was as dirty and run-down as the rest of the complex. The big box AC rattled with clinks and whirrs as it shuddered against the sticky summer heat, and the landlord’s desk was covered in thick stacks of paper and chewed-up pencils. When he sat back down behind the stained wood, the chair seemed just a little too big for him. He sunk strangely in it, the vinyl flaking off and floating into the ground. There were a lot of crayon drawings taped to the wall, and there was a light dusting of crumpled post-it notes on the ground. 

Mr. Landlord tried to smile at Percy. Tried being the operative word: when he smiled it was too thin and without teeth, more pained than reassuring. It didn’t reach his watery blue eyes. 

Percy hunched on the rickety chair. This guy set off every alarm bell he had, which was plenty. And no, it wasn’t just because he was a guy, Ms. Brown. For added security and self defense, Percy casually slid a capped ballpoint pen on the old desk in front of him into his sleeve. Batman was always prepared, and Percy was too. He can hack up any creepy guy and protect Mom any day of the week. 

The landlord smiled wider, even worse. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Luke Castellan, and I’m the supervisor here. Running into Annabeth first thing’s pretty bad luck, huh?” At Percy’s unimpressed eyebrow, he quickly added, “Annabeth keeps the whole place running, really. She’s...pretty convinced that this complex rests on her eight year old back, so she’s a little stressed out all the time. If she gets frustrated at you, don’t take it personally, okay?”

So she does help shelve books. Percy was a keen judge of character. “Why does she do it? You can’t make her be the superintendent. That’s child labor.”

Luke Castellan stared at Percy unblinkingly. He blinked about as often as a snake, but five times as quickly: as if he didn’t want to let you out of his sight for even a second. Finally, he said, “I’m fifteen.”

Percy gave Mr. Luke the stink-eye, clearly communicating that he did not trust even fifteen year olds (who were high schoolers, and even less trustworthy than adult-adults) as far as he could throw them. Especially fifteen year olds like Luke: who were too tall, with too-mature eyes and a particularly unhappy expression. Percy communicated perfectly that there was nothing trustworthy about this family of juvenile landlords, but he was just too polite to say so. 

But that just made Mr. Luke sigh, as if he was tired instead of angry. “Annabeth’s my...ward, I guess. I just look after her. But she doesn’t like being looked after, so she makes up for it by looking after everyone else. I’m not saying I do a good job.”

He’s a landlord and he has a ward? Percy finally perked up. “So you’re like Batman?”

Mr. Luke stared at him unblinkingly, before finally saying, “Yes, except Batman doesn’t have superpowers.”

Percy had the sense he was being made fun of. “You don’t have super powers,” he accused, crossing his arms. “Nobody has super powers.”

Mr. Luke smiled, wan and weak. “Not even you, Percy?”

Percy froze. 

Five seconds too late, Percy made himself laugh stupidly. People were quick to believe that Percy was stupid, and sometimes Percy helped them think that. It got him out of trouble sometimes - not always, but enough that it was useful. “If I had superpowers, I’d run super fast everywhere just like the Flash!”

But Mr. Luke just hummed, and flipped through some of the papers in a folder in front of him. Percy abruptly began sweating. Mom had given him those papers. They were records. This was like every time a principal had drawn up ‘proof’ against him in a court of law. “Your mom said that you both had to move out of your Queens apartment because it flooded.”

“I didn’t unscrew the taps,” Percy said reflexively. “They just came loose! I didn’t even touch them! I didn’t touch the boiler either!”

“The boiler?” Mr. Luke flipped back a few pages. “Oh, right. Your school.”

Percy slouched in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, stewing. He always sounded guiltiest when he denied it. He should go back to playing dumb. Pretend that he had no idea what water was. He had gotten away with it when he was six during that one birthday party at the aquarium, but something about being a third grader meant that people expected that you have basic observational skills. 

It was stupid. There was no way to win. If he said that he didn’t do it then he sounded guilty. If he tried to point out how it was impossible for him to break the boiler and destroy the gym or whatever, using facts and logic and a rhetorical argument like the Youtube videos taught him, then they just told him he was making excuses. Sometimes Percy had the impression that everybody just wanted him to supervillain cackle like the Joker and brag about how terrible he was. Maybe he’d give that a shot once he entered middle school. It seemed like an evil teenage thing to do. 

Percy Jackson was a liar, a thief, a cheat, a menace, and a bad kid. There was nothing more to be: not for someone like Percy. 

But Mr. Luke didn’t threaten him, or give him ‘one last chance’ or anything. He just leaned forward, hands folded on the desk. His thumb was worrying at a small starburst scar on his hand, betraying a strange nervousness. 

“Percy, can I talk to you man-to-man?”

Percy, who did not like men, squinted at Mr. Luke suspiciously. “Why.”

“Because this isn’t a topic for a kid. It’s a topic that...kills children, and turns them into little adults. I wish I didn’t have to broach it with you. But I think that you haven’t been a kid for a long time, Percy, and I don’t want to insult you by pretending otherwise.” Mr. Luke frowned, and Percy found himself involuntarily straightening. What was he talking about? “You were right. There was no way for you to have flooded your apartment, much less twice. There was no way for you to ruin your gym, or damage that aquarium. Much less...everything else in your file. No kid is that much of a miniature hurricane when he isn’t even trying. It sucks. It’s not your fault. And now your Mom’s credit score is so bad that she can’t afford another apartment. If it wasn’t for the fact that she saw our really generous listing in the paper, she would have had to move you two away from her home.”

She was thinking of moving them both to New Jersey. Percy’s lips tightened, and he knew that Mr. Luke saw it. 

“This is an apartment building that provides shelter to a lot of special cases, just like you. It’s...full of kids who break things when they don’t mean to. Kids with a parent couldn’t handle them, or who couldn’t protect them. We have a lot of ways to keep families like yours safe, and to give you a home.”

Percy stared at Mr. Luke. He seemed deadly serious, as serious as anybody had ever been to Percy, despite the crazy stuff he was saying. Safe? Safe from what?

Safe from those weird, giant dogs that chased Percy and tore off half his jeans? Safe from that old lady in the deli with the slobbering bag and beady eyes? Safe from broken water pipes, from ruined floors and busted walls, from Percy himself? 

Finally, all Percy could think to ask was, “How do you know that I’m a special case?”

“Because not just anyone could see that listing,” Mr. Luke said. “And - uh, no offense - but you are one of the most obviously inhuman children I’ve met in my life.”

Percy’s jaw dropped in complete, unadulterated rage, and without even stopping to think through his actions he withdrew the ballpoint pen from his pocket. He uncapped it, fully intending on doing something dramatically yet harmlessly violent with it, but he didn’t get the chance. 

The ballpoint pen turned into a gleaming bronze and silver sword. Percy screamed. Percy fell out of his chair. Percy did not get the opportunity to look cool and dangerous at all.

****

And now Percy had Greek god stuff to worry about!

Didn’t Percy have enough problems? He couldn’t stay in a school, they couldn’t keep an apartment, their new landlord didn’t blink enough, and now he was the kid of a Greek god? Apparently he had been spending his entire life running from monsters and he just hadn’t noticed? That explained the stupid scary dog!

Percy knew much more about Greek gods than the average kid, since Mom was a huge fan. Yeah, Mom! Apparently you were a big fan! Jesus, Mom!

What’s this dumb stuff about Poseidon! That had freaked out Mr. Luke, and made him ask a lot of questions like ‘are you sure’ and ‘there’s a lot of minor gods who like to pass themself off as someone more impressive to mortals’. Then Annabeth, who had been listening at the door like a sneak and who ran in all heroically when he almost accidentally stabbed Mr. Luke, freaked out and called his mom a liar. His mom!

Then Percy tried to stab her with his new sword. Mom made Percy apologize for trying to stab Annabeth. Mr. Luke made Annabeth apologize for insulting Percy’s mother. Percy was beginning to worry that he and Annabeth may be mortal enemies. 

Mr. Luke had tried explaining a bunch of stuff about monsters and ‘the Sight’ and why Percy’s life was terrible to him, but Percy already knew his life was terrible and he wasn’t interested. Percy ended up furiously swinging his new sword at a tree outside as Mom signed a bunch of forms and talked with Mr. Luke some more, but she hustled him home pretty quickly afterwards. 

Percy didn’t give the sword back. Mr. Luke, wisely, did not ask for it back.

Mom kept on making a face on the subway back to the motel like she had been waiting her entire life for Percy to ask all of these questions, and she was preparing herself for it. She kept on glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, watching Percy kick his feet against the hard plastic seat. It was obvious. But Percy didn’t have anything to say to her. They spent the rest of the day in silence, just focusing on packing up and getting everything ready to move. Jacksons were practical, Mom said. 

Jacksons were practical. Percy was practical, too. It was only in the deep pits of night, as Percy lay in bed holding up his sword and watching it reflect the soft lamplight above the creaky wooden table where Mom was doing work, that he asked. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

The sword was really cool. It was pure bronze, with the middle gleaming pure silver. There was some Greek writing inscribed down the center that Percy had no idea how to read, although he had spent an hour scouring the internet looking for a translation. The handle was tough white cord, stiff and starchy but fraying a little at the edges. 

Mr. Luke said it was named something, but Percy forgot what it was. He had been a bit busy almost impaling the guy. 

Mom’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Her back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see her face, but her spine was stiff and rigid. 

Finally, after a long silence, she said, “I didn’t want you to think that there was anything different about you.”

“So what?” Percy asked, his eyes pricking rebelliously. Stupid water. “You let me think that I was a bad person who ruined your life?”

“Percy, no!” Mom turned around, expression crumpled. The dim light showed the heavy bags under Mom’s eyes in sharp relief. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby. None of this is your fault, you understand? That’s what this business with your father means: that none of it was your fault. That’s all it means.”

If that was true, Percy thought, then why couldn’t she have told him before?

But Percy was afraid that if he said that, then he would start crying, and Percy was way too old to cry. Only weak little babies cried. 

“I’m sorry my dad’s a loser who ruined your life, Mom,” Percy said.

“Percy…”

But Percy refused to answer her, putting his sword down next to him and pretending to go to sleep. He kept it next to him in bed all night, gripping its hilt tight, and the firm and cool pressure of the steel in his hand soothed him when the thought of a father didn’t. 

***

They moved in the next day.

The next day! Percy was livid. He barely had any time to pack up his toys into his backpack, and Mom didn’t even have time to help him back up his blue Spider-man suitcase. He had to do it all by himself, and then Mom came in and told him he was folding everything up wrong and that he had to redo it. If she had so many problems with it, she should have helped him and gave him more than one day to move out of their dumb motel! 

When people moved on TV there were always moving vans and buff dudes in baseball caps. But Percy was much better at moving then any of those idiots: all it took was a suitcase (of clothes and toiletries and stuff) and a backpack (of toys and school supplies and stuff). 

Percy’s backpack had the Power Rangers on it, in glossy plastic. Its contents were always the same, through every move: Batman, Golduck, Bulbasaur, Blue Eyes White Dragon, Raphael, a stegosaurus with a missing tail named Hedward, and a little book full of pictures of him and his mom and some cards and stuff. There was a picture of him and Grandma in the apartment in Staten Island that he lived in until he was six, and a 5th birthday card she had given him six months before she died. Written inside, in her looping and faded script, was a sentence Percy had read over and over and over again. ‘Tu angel de la guarda trabaja horas extra por tí. Así que acuérdate de decirle gracias ¿Sí, mi niño?'’

Percy was inclined to agree with her. God should pay his guardian angel overtime. That, or pay one to go to Olympus and collect child support.

The image was funny to Percy - the idea of his angel with her wings and halos showing up at Poseidon’s door and tapping her watch as she held out her hat. It was so funny, it was the first thing he told Mr. Luke when they met him at the gates to the apartment complex. Mom was huffing behind him with her two suitcases, while Percy was busy juggling his own backpack, suitcase, and sword. 

Mr. Luke looked alarmed to see the both of them, although Mom had called ahead and arranged to meet him here. Worse, Annabeth was next to him, still holding a clipboard. She didn’t look alarmed, just mad. 

“Did you bring Riptide onto public transportation?” Annabeth squawked. “You have no sense of discretion!”

Was Riptide the name of the sword? Whatever. Percy would have named it Hurricane. “I know words you don’t know too, you don’t have to brag,” Percy said flatly. 

“Yeah, the gods are filthy little child support evaders,” Mr. Luke said easily, instantly endearing himself to Percy. Mom rolled her eyes as she put her suitcases down, but she was clearly fighting a smile. “Don’t worry, I dragged them to court. Sued them for all they’re worth.”

“How on earth did you do that?” Mom asked, interested. 

“Trickery and rhetoric,” Annabeth said proudly.

“Swords,” Mr. Luke said. 

“What did you squeeze them for?” Percy asked, excited. 

Mr. Luke winked. And he still didn’t ask for his sword back. Maybe he wasn’t all bad. 

The apartment complex itself wasn’t nearly as big as a lot of Brooklyn complexes, looking more like the little apartment complexes in Queens that Percy was used to. It was three separate three-story buildings arranged in a square, with one side holding the small leasing office and a parking lot. It was open-air, with the apartment doors opening directly outside. There was a really big courtyard in the center, and despite himself Percy got a little excited.

It was awesome. There was a huge, sprawling tree right in the center of the courtyard. It was gigantic, bigger than any tree Percy had ever seen in his life. It seemed like it didn’t even belong in New York, like it was a transplant from the California Redwoods or Canada or something. Its leaves were waving in a nonexistent breeze, and something about it just seemed so magical and otherworldly to Percy. 

But that was only half of the awesome things. The other awesome thing was that there were kids everywhere.

The tree provided shade to a couple scattered gangs of kids, sitting around and laughing. There was a rusty set of monkey bars, which some kids were playing on, and there was a big dirt rectangle where other kids were hitting each other on the head with wooden plastic swords. There were groups of girls eating lunch, and a gang of boys playing soccer in the corner that made Percy immediately want to jump in and play too. Percy dominated at soccer. 

“The East and South buildings are where we all live,” Annabeth informed Mom. “The West building is where the training rooms and storage rooms and administrative rooms - that’s my office - and everything is. It also has guest units for the local spirits that like to visit. We just had ten Bacchae stay for a week. They were backpacking to Woodstock. We have very good inter-community relationships here.”

“That’s amazing,” Mom said faintly. Mr. Luke was smiling faintly, eyes fixed on the big tree. Percy found himself staring at Mr. Luke, watching with interest the soft but firm pride in his eyes. “Luke said that this property’s safe from…” 

She glanced at Percy quickly, cutting herself off. But Annabeth just huffed. 

“I almost got eaten by monsters twenty times when I was seven,” Annabeth informed Mom imperiously. “We’re not babies. Connor Stoll says if you’re old enough to get eaten by monsters then you’re old enough to know that they exist.”

Percy decided immediately that he liked Connor Stoll, and maybe even Annabeth too. 

“The tree protects us,” Luke said. “Wherever the tree is, we’re safe. Not even the gods date step foot beyond the leasing office here.”

“Because of the tree?” Mom asked. 

Luke smiled - sharp, piercing, and strange. “Sure, let’s say that.”

But Mom just frowned. She looked over the courtyard of kids - some of whom were already starting to whisper and stare. Annabeth waved at a gaggle of identically blonde children, and for the first time Percy wondered who she was the daughter of. Probably the bossiest god. Maybe Athena. Or, like, Hephaestus. Definitely Hephaestus. 

“You said that there’s nobody over eighteen here,” Mom said to Luke. “Luke, there’s a six year old on those monkey bars.”

“If you’re under thirteen, you live with someone over thirteen,” Luke said to her. Annabeth was still frowning in disapproval at Percy’s sword. He stuck his tongue out at her. “Two people to a unit, we try to pair the oldest with the youngest. Lucy lives with Henrique, he’s seventeen. It’s the best we can do.”

“Surely there has to be someone…?”

“Adults have never helped us. They never will.” Luke looked away sharply. “We’ve been in Brooklyn a year. You’re the first adult who’s made her way here. Most other parents with a kid as powerful as Percy would have -”

He cut himself off sharply, glancing at Percy, and Percy scowled up at him. He thought that Luke was being honest. Maybe he was just another old guy afraid to say what everybody else knew. 

“I’ll help Ms. Jackson settle in,” Annabeth said suddenly. She held out her hands to Percy, who reflexively hugged his luggage to his chest. “You guys are in unit 5. It’s on the bottom floor. If you flood it, then we can fix it okay. Give me your luggage, I’ll put it in your unit.”

Percy stared at her, overwhelmed with that simple signal of care. No threats about if he flooded it, no warnings or sickly sweet faux-concern. Just understanding, and acceptance. 

He silently gave her his bags. 

She seemed surprised when she felt how light they were. Percy shrugged awkwardly at her face, crossing his arms tightly around her chest. “Don’t touch my stuff, okay?”

“Sure,” Annabeth said, before pausing a beat. “We have a TV in our place. #1. Do you want to come over tonight and watch Winx Club?”

“Yeah,” Percy said, overwhelmed. “Sure.”

Mr. Luke put a hand on Percy’s back as Annabeth guided Mom to a corner unit. Percy couldn’t help but notice that the door to the unit was already propped open. Wait - there were people going in and out!

There was a tall, buff teenager, carrying two chairs underneath each arm. There was another group of three teenage girls, carrying a table between them. Two other younger kids were carrying boxes and laughing. They were bringing everything into the unit, and other younger kids were running in and out with cleaning supplies. 

From a distance, Percy saw Mom stop in her tracks. Annabeth tugged at her shirt and got her to bend down, whispering something in her ear. A boy with sandy brown hair ran up, taking Mom’s suitcases from her and bringing them into the unit. 

“Your Mom mentioned that you were missing some furniture,” Mr. Luke said. “The Hermes and Aphrodite kids all pitched in to get your home looking like a home. I hope you’ll like it.”

Percy clutched his sword to his chest, speechless. 

Mr. Luke smiled down at him, that same wan and weak smile, and put a hand on his back. He gently pushed Percy forward, towards the tree. “Come with me for a minute?”

They silently approached the sprawling, ancient tree. As they came closer, Percy could see that its bark was gnarled and knotted, with perfect handholds for climbing and perfect boughs for resting in the summer sun. He could already see a few kids resting in high boughs, taking a nap in the humid and sticky sun. 

“Percy, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” Mr. Luke’s voice was quiet, like he was in church. He looked up at the tree, peering far into the leaves as if he was trying to find something hidden within them. “This is Thalia. Thalia, this is Percy. He’s the newest member of the family. He’s also your cousin.”

Cousin? Percy looked up at Mr. Luke, eyes wide. “I’m related to a tree?”

Tilted up at the tree, Percy couldn’t see Mr. Luke’s expression. Maybe that was on purpose. “Thalia’s a kid, just like us. Daughter of Zeus. I used to think that she was the closest thing to an adult I knew, but...I’m as old as she is, now. I guess one day soon I’ll be older than she ever got to be.” 

Oh. The tree was, like, from the ashes of some dead girl. Awkward. Percy stared at the thick and arching roots of the tree, feeling weird.

“Thalia, please protect Percy. I can already tell that he’s going to grow up to be very strong and brave. Please help us make sure that Percy never has to be strong. That he’s never brave. I can already tell he’s going to need a lot of your help.” He looked down at Percy for the first time, and for the first time Percy could see just a little warmth in those icy blue eyes. “You’re going to have to work overtime for him. So make sure to say thank you, Percy. Okay?”

“Thank you, Thalia,” Percy said obediently. He bowed awkwardly, uncertain what to do. The sword scraped awkwardly against his thigh. “Thanks for letting me into your home.”

“Welcome home, Percy,” Mr. Luke said, and for the first time Percy almost believed it. 

[angellesword]

PERSONA | KNJ

Kim Namjoon was a smart guy, genius even. But why couldn’t he figure you out?

Alternatively:

"Persona, who the hell am I?”

word count: 2.4k (one -shot) PART OF INTRO SERIES

pairing: professor!namjoon x student!reader

genre & content warnings: kissing, dry humping, smut (not explicit)

The club wasn’t the best place to hang out and Kim Namjoon knew it.

 It wasn’t like he was an introvert. He was actually the life of the party when he was still an undergrad student. College parties were usually held in his frat house.

Namjoon used to be a fun guy, always high and never dry.

 People liked him because of his personality. Everyone envied him for being a thot while still having the highest gpa in class; however, all of this changed when he decided to work at the university right after graduation.

 The thot guy with deep dimples was now known as the annoying and boring professor with deep dimples.

 This was why he knew it was a bad idea to go to a club. He wasn’t welcomed here anymore. Professors like him should be inside the office to work. He couldn’t afford to be seen by his students like this—by ‘this’ he meant that he couldn’t be seen when a girl was straddling his lap, kissing him fervently.

 He couldn’t help it though. You were so hot. Your soft lips felt good on the base of his neck. Your ass—God. He couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling of his big hands gripping your bottom.

 This was wrong in so many levels. You were sucking bruises all over his neck. He could only hope that he still had clean turtle necks or scarf to cover them. Namjoon knew it was inappropriate to show up in his class tomorrow while he was covered with hickeys.

 It was the first day of classes tomorrow. The beginning of new semester. He wanted to paint a new image in school.

 He wanted to appear like a cool professor. He no longer wanted to be called annoying and boring. He wanted his students to see him as a person who didn’t just care about getting As.

 Biology was already a difficult subject for many. College students didn’t need an ass of a professor.

 But change was never easy.

 Namjoon was fifteen minutes late on his first day of class. He could feel the judgmental stares and smirks of his students.

 He was so embarrassed. Namjoon hated people who were always late. He was strict when it came to attendance. There was no grace period. If you were late, even if it was only a few minutes, you would still be marked as absent.

 “Uhm.” Namjoon cleared his throat. He was standing proud and tall. The stern look was back. He wouldn’t let anyone intimidate him.

 “I’m Kim Namjoon, your professor for this—” He abruptly stopped introducing himself when he saw you.

 Namjoon blinked.

 He only drank two shots of tequila last night so he was sure that the girl he fucked in the nasty bathroom of the club was none other than you.

 How could he forget?

 It happened not more than a day ago. He was silently waiting for his drink when you came to him. You were so bold and so sexy when you introduced yourself; the dress you were wearing hugged your body perfectly. Your makeup was also on point—it was so different from the girl he was seeing now.

 You were seated on chair at the back. The empty spots on your either side were empty. It felt like no one wanted to sit beside you, which of course, he did not understand.

 You looked like a sin last night. Right now, however, you looked as though you were a saint. Bare face. Innocent eyes and comfortable clothes.

 You were wearing a knitted sweater and denim jeans. The look on your face made Namjoon felt like you didn’t remember him.

 God. He could only hope that you did not remember him. The thought of you telling everyone about what happened last night actually sent shiver down his spine.

  Just...what the hell would people think of him? He fucked one of his students, for God’s sake!

 Namjoon felt so stupid. Out of all the clubs he could visit, why did he choose the one near campus?

 He must be out of his mind.

  Should he talk to you? Should he force—beg you to keep your mouth shut and forget about what happened? It was a onetime thing, anyway. He didn’t even catch your name.

 He was horny and so were you. You were actually the one who came to him.

 Did you know?

 Did you know that he was going to be your professor this semester? Did you know him? Have you heard about what people thought of him? Were you like them? Did you think he was boring and annoying too?

 “Professor Kim?” One of his students called his attention, pulling him from his train of ugly thoughts.

 “Right.” Namjoon cleared his throat again. He glanced at you once more before proceeding with his introduction.

 Namjoon was the kind of professor who didn’t want to waste time. He consumed the whole three hours of today’s meeting even though it was just the first day of class.

 There was even a pop up quiz so that he could test the knowledge of his students with regard to the subject he was teaching.

 “Park Jimin,” Namjoon called. He was ruthless. He was loudly calling the names of every student so that the whole class could hear their scores in the quiz.

 “Fifteen!” Jimin smirked. The boy was proud since he had a perfect score.

 Namjoon continued the roll call. His breathing hitched when he heard your voice as soon as he called your name.

 “Four,” your voice was soft.

 Namjoon blinked.

 Four? Did you just say four?

 “I’m sorry?” Namjoon narrowed his eyes at you, making you blush.

 “Four.” You repeated, this time your voice was loud and clear.

 Some of the students tried not to laugh. You had the lowest mark. They thought you were stupid. How could you come to Kim Namjoon’s class unprepared?

 Namjoon was also the type of professor who would call the students who had low grades to recite every meeting. He thought that this would force the students to study. 

 “Kim Taehyung?”

The students were surprised when Namjoon simply brushed it off. Normally, he would ask the students to stand and explain why their score was low.

 What changed now? Why did he let you off the hook?

 “Nine.” Taehyung announced his score and the rest was history.

 Everyone rushed out of the door the moment Namjoon announced that class was dismissed. You were the only one taking your sweet time fixing your stuff. It was as if you had no energy at all.

 Namjoon’s heart was beating erratically as he looked at you. He was contemplating whether he should talk to you or just let things be, but before he knew it, he just found himself walking towards your direction.

 The two of you were the only ones in the classroom.

 Namjoon was facing your back so he gently tapped your shoulder, startling you.

 “Sorry,” your professor blushed. He looked like a big baby. Kim Namjoon was tall, the lab coat he was required to wear made him more intimidating. His deep dimples were the only reason why he appeared soft.

 “I’m sorry.” You copied his apology, causing Namjoon to look at you quizzically.

 Why were you apologizing? 

 You flashed an awkward smile before answering him.

 “I know you hate students with failing grades. It’s just that...” You bit your lower lip, trailing off.

 Namjoon knew it was creepy, but he ended up staring at your delicious lips. He wanted to slap himself for being like this.

 He was in school. He should act like a professional.

 “Never mind. I’ll do better next meeting. I promise.”

 Namjoon could only nod. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to confront you about what happened last night, yet you didn’t seem to care—it was as though this was the first time you met him.

 Should he act like nothing happened too?

 That’s probably the best thing to do.

 Namjoon realized that he shouldn’t worry about it anymore since weeks after your first meeting with him in class; you still didn’t act like you would expose him.

 You simply didn’t care about Namjoon. It actually made him think if the thing he had with you was only a dream.

 Except that it wasn’t.

 You proved him this when Namjoon was about to go home. His 8pm class just ended. He was walking in the hallway when you suddenly appeared, pulling him inside the janitor’s closet.

 “What are you doing—”

 You shushed Namjoon by kissing his parted lips. He was so confused, but he couldn’t make a sound because he heard a group of students passing by.

 “I hate Professor Kim so much!” One of the students wailed in annoyance.

 Namjoon’s jaw clenched. He was aware that his students hated him; though this was the first time he actually heard them say it.

 “I’ve been in his class for three fucking semester already! I just want to pass his stupid class!” Another one cried.

 Namjoon felt like he was going to explode. It wasn’t his fault that his students couldn’t reach his standards. He was simply doing his job.

 He wanted so bad to confront them, but you were stopping him—your mouth felt so good crashing against his lips. It was enough to distract him.

 The students didn’t stop ranting, though. They were still talking shit about Namjoon. You, on the other hand, busied yourself pleasuring him.

 “I’m going to give him zero stars in the evaluation sheet!”

 Namjoon clenched his fist upon hearing that. You heard it too, but instead of getting mad, you giggled.

 “Go to hell, Kim Namjoon!”

 “Don’t mind them.” You cupped both of his cheeks while humping your clothed heat against his thigh.

 Namjoon sucked in a breath.

 “You’re a piece of shit, Kim Namjoon!”

 “Focus on me, baby,” you kissed the shell of his ear and he couldn’t help but moan your name.

 The pain and pleasure continued.

 Pain of hearing his students talk shit about him despite him doing his best.

 Pleasure. The pleasure of your sweet mouth and cunt.

 You were amazing.

 Namjoon knew this was wrong. He always knew what was right and wrong, but then again, he still ended up doing the latter—he still ended up fucking you in the janitor closet and the next day, you still ended up ignoring him like nothing happened.

 It frustrated Namjoon.

 He should be grateful, right? You were keeping this a secret. You were acting like you weren’t down on your knees, facing his hips. What a relief. He still had a job. He was still feared and respected by many.

 This should be enough, but why did he want more? Namjoon was so attracted to you he felt his heart breaking every time you ignore him.

 “Fuck,” Namjoon crumpled your test paper. You failed the test. Again. Judging your output, he was sure that there was no way you would pass this semester.

 This frustrated him even more.

 He had an ugly thought. What if...you were only getting him all hot and bothered because you wanted him to give you high grades? If this was the case, then Namjoon was fucked. Doomed. Going to hell.

 He was certain you had him wrapped around your fingers. He would do anything you wanted. You just gotta ask.

 But you never asked—not even when he was rubbing circles in your clit.

 “N-Namjoon!” You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.

 The two of you were in his office. Anyone could walk in to you right now. Namjoon didn’t seem to care, though. He was lost in pleasure and you.

 You had him all riled up that he wanted nothing but to destroy you.

 You were acting like an innocent slut a short while ago. Namjoon didn’t know where you found the audacity to flirt with Jeon Jeongguk right in front of his face.

 But Namjoon wasn’t sure if he really hated it. He actually liked it when you were bold. He also liked it when you were acting all naive, like you didn’t know him.

 He liked both side of yours.

 However, he realized that he shouldn’t be unfair. He liked you, yes, but you were failing his class. He couldn’t just give you an A, right?

 Namjoon then decided to talk to Kim Seokjin, your coach. The former saw you practicing non-stop with your coach. Apparently, you were part of the school’s swimming team.

 Namjoon figured that the reason why you were failing his class was because you didn’t know how to manage your time. How could you practice five hours a day? Were you crazy? Were you trying to kill yourself?

 And so right after his last subject for the day, Namjoon went straight to Kim Seokjin’s office.

 Namjoon opened the door the moment he got the coach’s permission.

 “Good evening, Mr. Kim. What can I do for you?” Seokjin smiled at Namjoon. The latter cleared his throat before smiling.

 He parted his mouth to voice out his concern, but then no word came out. He was shocked to see you there.

 He didn’t realize at first that it was you who was talking to Seokjin before he entered the office.

 “Hello, Professor Kim.” The corner of your mouth turned up upon seeing his stunned expression.

 Fortunately Namjoon recovered quickly.

 “I’m glad you’re here.” Namjoon nodded at you. “We need to talk,” and then he switched his gaze at your coach. “With your coach.”

 Namjoon didn’t beat around the bush. He immediately told Mr. Kim Seokjin about his concern with regard to your failing grade.

 To Namjoon’s surprise, Kim Seokjin simply laughed.

 Namjoon felt insulted. This wasn’t funny. This matter was serious.

 Seokjin realized that Namjoon misunderstood his reaction, so he apologized.

 “I’m sorry, Namjoon. It’s just that you got it all wrong.”

 “What...do you mean?” The biology professor crossed his arms, his jaw tensing.

 “My dear mentee isn’t your student. I think you’re referring to her twin sister.”

 As if on cue, the door opened—revealing you. You came to pick up your sister.

 Seokjin saw how Namjoon’s eyes widened in complete horror, causing him to laugh again. This kind of encounter never failed to make Seokjin laugh.

 People always confused you with your twin.

 “Namjoon,” Seokjin smiled again. “I want you to meet the twins.”

 Namjoon’s world stopped.

[ryoryeonggu]

I think the new characters of Elite could have done better and had more potential to be brought on the table, especially the Blanco family.

Ari: Instead of being pushed and pulled by two guys like a bloody trophy, I would love to see more interaction and connection between her and her family members. She as a role of a daddy girl, the perfect girl always making their father proud, the sister always taking care of her brother and sister and likely to be the job of her life. How everyone seemed to put so much high hopes on her, especially her father, expected her to be there all the time and good at everything, and how much stressful and frustrating must be for her. And I want her to find someone who really see her and love her for who she truly is, not just a flawless imagine that all of the people expect her to be (and I believe that’s why she caught up in the feeling for Samuel, except from his d*ck lol and his admirable devotion towards his friends, because he was there and comforted her when her guard had been weakest and she opened up about what she felt about her mother’s death)

Patrick: Although I was pleased with all the hot scenes (damn, this boy is the most nasty and sexiest gremlin ever), there’s more of his story that the show could have explored more than just fucking and sex. Like more of his feelings and thoughts during all the time he had been paralyzing on the bed for 2 years and how much efforts (along with all the depression) he put on to get back on his feet and be able to walk again. How he felt at the moment of the accident, like he experienced all the blood lost, the unbearable pain and thought he was going to die. How he felt when his mother was dying besides him and he wasn’t able to do anything to save her. How traumatized it for him with the loss of his mother and that disburbing event. And despite everything, that all of those things happened to him was partly Mencia’s fault, so it’s understandable that he hated her for that, but instead he cared deeply for his little sister and became the closest one and the only one that Mencia could trust in their family. I like the way he’s so supportive of her with almost everything, their little secret phone calls behind their father and sister’s back, the way Patrick was worried sick and absolutely in the edge of breaking down when his sister’s missing but when she came home, he just smiled brightly instead of yelling at her because he’s just glad that she’s safe (when he had every right to be mad at her since it almost killed him the last time she disappeared). Seriously they looks like twins more than Patrick and Ari has ever been and their “partners in crime” dynamic was so pure and could be developed more.

On the other hand, I’d love to see why he’s mostly so lonely and easily be touched by just a little affection from strangers. Why’s he so desperate to find love and somebody who has meaningful connection? Even though he seemed to not so be interested in spending time with Phillipe - who’s supposed to be his friend - only it’s necessary for his benefits. For a reason, no one in the Blanco seemed to like Phillipe and even despise him to some extend and I wonder if there’s any other reasons apart from his abuse records.

Mencia: I adored Rebeka & Mencia with all my heart, they’re so cute, but they could have added more depth to their relationship by letting Mencia opened herself more about her struggles in her family. I just feel that the reason why she was so eager to push them away only because she felt guilty about what she did to them. It clearly wounded her when Ari mentioned about how much she hurt her family, because she might feel responsible for all the loss, all the pain and all the broken things that had been caused (including her mother’s death). So she lied, she was self-destructive, she did all those annoying things and tried to walk away so her family finally was tired of her and gave up on her forever. Because she didn’t think she deserved love and care from them, that she had ruined them enough. The one she feel sorry the most probably was Patrick since he was the one who had been wasting 2 years of his life on his bed and scarred for life after on his way of searching for her, so she mostly turned soft just for him while being harsh and pushy to everyone else.

Phillipe: He confused the hell out of me because I don’t know what to think of him. It wasn’t comprehensive with the way they portrayed him, like he’s supposed to be an abuser (or r*pist, I’m not sure), but there’s barely an accurate hint because most of the time, he was being either sweet or a lost kicked puppy as the girl he loved rejected him and his “friends” used him to get what they wanted then immediately tossing him aside. Apart from the hidden camera and sexual assault scene, he constantly respected Cayetana and treated her like a queen, he only had eyes for her and didn’t care at all about her being a janitor or what she had done in the past, their love story looked like a dream, then the very next second they forced the whole shallow shit down our throat. Even I understand that abusers are usually charming and wasn’t be easy to be identified, but there are should have been clearer signs. I’m supposed to hate him? I’m supposed to feel bad for him? So is there any truth as he said there’s a girl false accused him of sexually assaulting her for money? What’s the backstory of him abusing girls which his mother had to cover for? I really want to know more about the side of him before having any proper opinion about his character.

[jamaiskookie]

bangtan headcanon: OT7 IN HIGH SCHOOL 📓✂️

☞ genre; fluff, crack

☞ warnings; excessively stupid

masterlist  u wanna talk to highschool!bangtan?

《KIM SEOKJIN》

class clown

always manages to sneak kimbap in class, and stuffs his face despite being in the front row. 

he’s alarmingly good at sneaking food into places. 

cafeteria ladies love jin so much. 

and every christmas he brings in his perfected sugar cookies and never shares them.

(he’s in the cooking club)

((he’s the only one in the cooking club))

will interrupt the teacher to make a bad joke. 

“yes so helium is the fo- oh yes seokjin?“

“i was reading an excellent book about helium, i couldn’t put it down!! ahHAHAHHYUKHYUKAHHAHAHHA“ 

nobody’s?? really sure?? if he’s dating namjoon or not?? it’s the schools biggest mystery, there’s currently a betting pool going on worth about $500

likes to annoy namjoon and yoongi about holding bake sales. 

is surprisingly good at planning parties?? but never hosts them?? hoseok always gets him to plan his parties and he even planned prom!!

he’s particularly proud with the theme he came up with. 

‘zombie meets elegance‘ 

it was actually pretty nicely pulled off (much to the shock of the entire student body) 

《MIN YOONGI》

student council president 

takes his job very!! seriously!! 

fights with the principal on funding daily. 

doesn’t come to school without coffee and resting bitch face.

even the teachers are afraid of this short little emo boy. 

is the only one who actually wears the school uniform properly with the little tie and jacket because that’s how you show school spirit. 

definitely that closeted gay in high school who thinks nobody knows about his homosexuality when in fact, everyone knows.

(nobody has the guts to bring it up to him though)

“hyung why are you staring at jimin’s as-“

 “-NO WHY GET BACK TO WORK” 

actually enjoys doing morning announcements. 

“make sure to check out jin’s dumb bake sale i think he’s selling brownies for some charitable reason anYWAYS time for min’s advice column!!“ 

min’s advice column is yoongi’s free therapy. namjoon suggested adding an advice column to the school paper so now yoongi just judges his classmates’s decisions gives subpar advice. 

“i personally think you have no chance with this girl, but you’re clearly hell bent on asking her out. it’s a dumb choice. good luck.“ 

《JUNG HOSEOK》

fuckboy

throws obnoxious parties at his parent’s huge ass mansion. 

somehow?? is?? the nicest? playboy??? evER??

will respect your girl’s boundaries but also would 300% hit on her when you’re not looking. 

aftercare king wILL cuddle with you and help you clean up or whatever until jimin eventually comes in screaming. 

his school id says “hobi 💦👅” ... noone knows how he managed to do it (taehyung thinks he seduced the secretary) 

surprisingly good at romance even though he deTests dating

“it’s a waste of time, money, and ass.“  “- what?”

gives everyone dating advice whether they want it or nOt- he lives his *shhh very secret* romantic fantasies through his best friends. 

once helped taehyung ask out his girlfriend... they’re still going strong!!

defo has daddy issues that he never talks about,, maybe if a girl finds it sexc™️ in that kind of messed-up-bad-boy-she-could-fix vibe he’ll bring it up

kinda failing science lmao he probably needs a tutor.. but will never admit he needs a tutor for sake of his pride. 

most definitely has had sex in the janitor’s closet a couple times, up until yoongi caught him once, reported him to the school board and got him suspended... for a month. 

(yoongi has no regrets, that was the best month of his life.)

《KIM NAMJOON》

student vice president

honestly would probably be the council president and is the most qualified for it but can’t be bothered.

plus he hates public speaking and the president has to speak at assemblies.  

genuinely enjoys learning!! bUT HATES GROUP PROJECTS

because every single fucking time taehyung and jimin pester him about teaming up and he ends up doing like 75% of the work.

not because anyone forces him to or anything.

it’s because jimin and tae are such dumbasses every time they finish their work namjoon has a sudden uRGE TO REDO ALL OF IT BC THEY GOT IT WRONG.

tries to take all AP subjects.

gives up and drops half of them by the second semester.

great student but also will “no yoongi i don’t want to fucking play basketball i've been awake for thirty hours trying to finish this goddamn essay that’s due tomorrow. wHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY DIDN’T I DO IT EARLIER I WAS BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY BONSAI TREES.“

started the school paper!! it’s called “persona post”

writes about actual relevant things like political events and global problems, but everyone else just writes about school gossip *sigh*

although that one column examining hobi’s sex and dating life was a pretty fun piece of writing to read through. 

he sits in the back of the classroom and never raises his hand even though he knows the answer like 95% of the time.

definitely has a crush on seokjin

《PARK JIMIN》

the one everyone has a crush on

and when i say everyone i mean everyone, even hoseok has had a crisis over park jimin. 

(jungkook is definitely president of his fan club) ((in case it wasn’t clear, he’s dating jungkook))

school’s golden boy, basically gets away with everything with a bat of an eye... and the most infuriating thing is he doesn’t even realise it. 

“omg jimin!! you’re so cute!! this shirt looks sO good on you, can i touCH?” “omg thank you i didn’t think it fit well because it’s my boyfriends but that’s so sweet!!” “boy... hm?”

mom friend: sweetest bitch alive and is always worrying about his friends but everyone knows he’s secretly really fucking kinky.

(again, jungkook has no comment)

the kind of person who celebrates christmas in june. 

literally- he starts putting decorations in his locker and around the school mid june. by november, he’s wearing reindeer ears to school.

*lowkey kind of a nerd* genuinely enjoys studying with namjoon.

“well, studying with anybody else is just too stressful!! plus, namjoon’s so chill. he doesn’t look like it but he actually is super sweet and nice!!!“

“... please take those reindeer ears off, it’s embarrassing.“ 

half of the school would probably cut off an arm to sleep with him. seriously, he gets offers like everYDAY it’s kinda getting tiRING

is considering starting a youtube channel where he just takes videos of all the dogs and babies he meets throughout the day. 

“idk i think vlogging would be fun“

《KIM TAEHYUNG》

art hoe

nEVER FUCKING STUDIES OR PAYS ATTENTION BUT GETS DECENT GRADES.

the definition of bisexual mess, WILL trip when he sees hot people.

exclusively wears wired gold glasses and soft neutral sweaters to school. if it’s a good day he’ll wear a beanie. on special occasions he’ll maybe throw in some fUN loafers.

dyes his hair to match ~the vibes~ of that season. the most recent wild hair colour is cool toned teal. 

jungkook said he looks like leprechaun shit, but tae really likes it. 

tried to go vegan countless times, failed each and every one when he passed by a mc donalds. 

carries his sketchbook wherever he goes. he has that thing around 24/7, 100% would not be surprised if he slept with it under his pillow.

really quiet until he has a point to make;; like that time where he launched into a three hour screaming lecture on how phineas and ferb is an animated masterpiece.

drinks tea purely for the aesthetic of it. 

goes to hipster coffee shops to pretend to study... ends up watching barbie movies and critiquing them on the writing blog that he thinks nobody knows about. 

watches anime in class (he recently rewatched all of ATLA for the third time,, failed his econ class but worth it!!1!!1)

《JEON JUNGKOOK》

preppy jock

once again, everyone is attracted to him, but he’s so whipped for jimin everyone’s crush fades away once they talk to him because-

“oh it’s so cool that you have a dog!! you know, i think jimin kind of looks like a pomeranian sometimes it’s sO CUTE- hm? oh jimin’s my boyfriend.“

... it’s disgustingly adorable. 

plays almost every sport and is somehow always the team captain. not out of obligation or with leadership skills or anything, everyone else just votes for him. 

mess with his friends and he’ll put a stink bomb in your locker. 

his nickname is “golden baby” because he’s good at everything, teachers love him so much. 

grades? sTELLAR. sports? he’s done them ALL. creativity? pAINTED THE SCHOOL MURAL. service? volunteers at a pet shelter whenever he can (the bunnies love him for some reason) 

everyone either is 

a) in love w him, wants to fuck

b) jealous of him but is also secretly gay for him

pretends to not know how talented and cool he is and plays it off super cool

proceeds to fail, the only thing he’s bad at is humble bragging. 

“wow omg lol i got a 100 on my bio test and yesterday i got a hole in one in golf, my first time playing it but it’s chill i guess hahhah day in my life amirite.“

**this headcanon is the start of the bangtan school series, stay tuned**

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Nishinoya x Kiyoko’s Adopted Brother!Reader: Realization TW: internalized homophobia if you squint, mean noya Summary: Nishinoya despises you for being so perfect, and you want to know why he hates you. The truth comes out, albeit not the truth that Nishinoya wanted A/N: the adopted part isn’t central to the story but i didn't want anyone to feel like they couldn’t read it bc they don’t look like kiyoko. and uhhh i’m not super proud of this BUT NOYA IS DEFINITELY LIKE GAY OR SMTH THAT MAN ISNT STRAIGHT my gay ass refuses to believe he’s straight

“Goodnight, guys.” You said, waving enthusiastically as you and Kiyoko walked off toward your home. The team bids the two of you goodbye before going their separate ways.

Noya and Tanka were walking together, making idle chat before they would eventually go split up. The streetlight bounced off their tired forms as they grew closer to their destination.

“I’m kinda glad our practices are taking up more time this year. It’s nice to see (Y/N) after school. Lunch is never enough time around that dude.” Tanka said, out of the blue while the two of them talked about your sister. Noya blushed, thankful for the low streetlight.

“Yeah.” Noya mumbled.

“He’s hilarious too! I mean, it’s almost mean how much (Y/N) teases Hinata. Luckily Hinata’s got great spirit and is too gullable to take things seriously.” Tanka said.

“Uh huh.”

“You good man? Why are you sluggish?” Tanka asked. Noya shook his head and rubbed his face.

“I’m just... tired. All that studying for exams is killing me.” Noya lied. Tanka smiled and hit Noya on the back.

“Don’t I know it. Get some rest tonight. Can’t have our guardian sleeping on the job.” Tanka said. Noya smiled.

“In your dreams.” Noya said. Tanka shivered.

“More like my nightmares, ugh.” Tanka said.

Despite Tanka’s pleas for sleep, Noya found himself wide awake as the moon slowly made her way across the sky. His mind kept drifting back to you or, more accurately, the way you made him feel.

Noya hated you. He hated your damn smile, your infectious laughter, your humorous jokes, your kindness. Hell, Noya could probably write a textbook on all your faults.

If he had to pick one thing he hated the most about you, it would be your arrogance. You must have gotten love confessions from every girl in the school, minus your sister. Yet, you turned them all down. If Noya were in your shoes, he would never break all those hearts like that.

It irked Noya. No one ever loved him like that, but everyone loved you. Everyone wanted to eat lunch with you, go on dates, or just be your friend. Sometimes, Noya felt like Tanka liked you better than he liked Noya.

Even Noya found himself getting lost in your eyes a couple of times. You were enchanting, and Noya hated that about you.

-*-

You were sitting against the wall, doing homework as you waited for Kiyoko to finish up volleyball practice. Your club always finished before hers, and you refused to let her walk home alone in the dark. On more busy practices, you would help the team. Today was more relaxed, though, in order to let the boys recover a bit from yesterday.

There was one last question in your English packet to answer. You started to write the answer, when you heard Dachi yell, “(Y/N)!! LOOK OUT!!”

You quickly slid against the wall and onto the floor before registering where the ball was. It bounced right above your head and ricocheted onto your stomach. You let out a small groan, thankful that most of the ball’s power and speed hit the wall instead of your head. Kiyoko was already at your side.

“Are you okay?” She asked, looking you over for any bruises. Other than your neck hurting from sliding down at such a weird angle, you were fine. You sat back up.

“Yeah, thanks to Dachi.” You said. You sent a smile to the captain, who was scolding Noya for being so reckless. You frowned and handed the ball to Kiyoko.

“Ah, maybe I should move somewhere else?” You said. “Perhaps even sitting outside until I finish my work.” Kiyoko gave you a gentle smile.

“Only if you want too.” She said. “Practice is almost over, anyway.” You shrugged, deciding to stay in your spot.

The rest of practice went accident free. You helped the boys clean up the gym, eager to get home. Hopefully, a warm shower would ease the pain in your neck. If not, ice should do the trick.

But Kiyoko had to stay and talk some things over with the Coach while the boys went to get changed. You opted to lean against the wall and scroll through your phone as the two conversed outside of the gym.

“Yeah, I noticed that too. I think if it was a real game-” Coach Ukai started, but was cut off by the gym door opening. The janitor was there with a jacket in his hand.

“I’m assuming this is one of your boys’?” He said. Kiyoko took it from him, showing the coach the volleyball club detailing on the back.

“It is. Sorry about that. Won’t happen again.” Coach Ukai said. The janitor nodded and went back into the gym. Kiyoko turned to you.

“I think someone is still in the clubroom. Would you mind seeing who is still here? I would go, but I’m not allowed in the boys’ club room.” Kiyoko said. You took it from her and nodded.

You checked the tag of the jacket, hoping to see a name. You found none, but you noticed it was a small size. That meant that it was either Hinata’s or Nishinoya’s. You hoped it was the former, since Hinata actually liked you.

You knew Nishinoya didn’t like you, but you weren’t sure why. He didn’t hide his emotions as well as he might have thought he did. You caught the sneers and the frowns. You wondered if he didn’t like you since you told him and Tanaka off one day after they flirted with Kiyoko. But Tanaka liked you.

It didn’t bother you that Nishinoya didn’t like you. You knew you couldn’t please everyone, but it was uncomfortable to be around him. Which sucked, since you two shared a lot of friends. What really hurt was how he was with others.

Nishinoya seemed like the most genuine person you knew. He always spoke up about what was on his mind and make sure everyone knew it. It was an attractive quality of his, yet he never offered it to you. His double nature made distrust him, unsure why he was so cold around you.

You opened the door to the clubroom and, to your dismay, Nishinoya was looking around for his jacket. His head whipped to see who entered, a bright smile plastered on his face. It dropped when he saw you.

The heavy door shut behind you, which felt suffocating. You almost got hit by Nishinoya today and he hadn’t apologized or even attempted to smooth things over. That was probably the worst part; he hadn’t shown you the decency to at least make some sort of effort. At least he didn’t blame you, or you hoped he didn’t to be more accurate.

“I think this is yours. You left it in the gym.” You said, holding out the jacket. Nishinoya snatched it from your hands. He slipped it on and turned to his bag. You frowned and crossed your arms.

“‘Thanks, (Y/N).’ No problem, Nishinoya. By the way, Coach might say something to you. ‘Thanks for the heads up, (Y/N).’ You’re welcome, Nishinoya.” You said aloud. Nishinoya turned back and gave you a pointed stare. “You’ve been rude to me all day! Don’t give me that look.”

“Me? What the hell did I do?” Nishinoya asked, his voice raising.

“First of all, you practically ignored all day, again, in school and practice. Then, you almost hit me with a volleyball, which I get it was an accident, but you didn’t apologize or make an effort. And now you’re ignoring me again after I came up here to give you your jacket. I have no idea what your issue is with me, but if you keep this up, I’ll give you a reason to hate me.” You said. Nishinoya turned away with a huff.

“I don’t hate you, alright?” He said, standing up. “Now, could you move? I’m trying to leave.” You leaned against the door, blocking his way out. He frowned and mirrored you by crossing his arms.

“What’s your deal with me, anyway?” You asked. “I’m not moving until you tell me.”

“I don’t have a problem with you! Can you please just move?” He asked. That was probably the first time he had said please to you.

You crossed your legs in response as if you were getting comfortable in your spot. Nishinoya gripped your arm and tried to push you. His strength caught you off guard, causing you to grab his arm to catch yourself from falling. The awkward angle and tangled limbs somehow found Nishinoya’s back against the door while your arms boxed him in, your faces inches apart.

Nishinoya’s breathing got shallow as his cheeks started to dust with pink. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach, and all he wanted to do was punch the breathless look on your face. Thoughts of violence vanished when his eyes caught sight of your lips for a second.

You, however, didn’t feel any of this energy. You felt angry and upset. This close, however, you were able to catch his gaze on your lips. It was brief, but you saw it. Instantly, the lights when on in your head.

“I know why you’re always so rude to me.” Your voice hushed, causing shivers to run up Nishinoya’s back. He had been so rude for so long that you were getting a kick out of his eager expression. For once, it felt good to be on the other side. “You like me.”

Nishinoya’s hands went up to your shoulders. He gave you a harsh shove that sent you to the floor. You weren’t quick enough to catch yourself, landing on your back. You hissed in pain as your back came in contact with the hard floor, some of the air leaving your lungs.

Nishinoya’s eyes widened while his hands shook. “I’m not gay!” He shouted, before opening the door and running away quickly.

You groaned, sitting up. You lightly slapped your head. “Fuck, I really messed that up.”

~*~

For the rest of the week, Nishinoya refused to meet your eyes and would make an excuse anytime you were near. You felt a twinge of guilt every time he left or refused to meet your eyes.

Maybe you had gotten it wrong, but the way he looked at you in that moment, the way his eyes dared to linger, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly made you sure he was gay and he liked you. You had definitely come on too strong, though. You were embarrassed and eager to make amends.

You were coming up with an apologize when the bell ring, signaling that class was over. You were slow to move, exhausted after staying late with the team. You spotted Nishinoya’s own sluggish movements as he slowly gathered his things.

You looked around the classroom, noticing it was empty. It was now or never.

You walked over and stood in front of Nishinoya’s desk. He refused to look up at you, making your stomach twist in anxiety. You bent down.

“Nishinoya, I’m really sorry. I crossed a boundary I shouldn’t have and I... I just got really excited to know there was another gay person in my friend group, ya know? Anyway, I totally deserve the cold shoulder. You don’t even have to forgive me, but I want you to know that I’m sorry and I’m aware I crossed a line.” You said, pausing to see if he would respond. Instead, he stayed perfectly still. You felt your heart twist. You stood up and started to walk towards the door when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I treat you like shit and you’ve never once gotten angry. You’ve always been kind and understanding. I also hurt you, which was uncalled for.” You turned to face him and smiled. He was bent over, like you were before.

“I guess we’re both dicks, huh?” You said. Nishinoya smiled despite himself. He looked up at you, smiling at one of your jokes for the first time.

���I guess so... but I have to tell you something.” Nishinoya stood up and took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about what you said and... you’re right. I hate that you’re right, but you’re right. I’m... gay. I mean, it was so obvious I didn’t want to believe it. When you said it, I got so angry because I knew it was true. I was also upset that you noticed. I didn’t want anyone to know, but here I am telling you, who’s basically a stranger. I mean, I never learned anything about you and here I am, coming out to you.”

“I’m proud of you. If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer them. I understand where you’re coming from. If Kiyoko didn’t help me through it, I think I would’ve reacted the same way.” You said. Nishinoya blinked in shock.

“Oh...! Wait, is she-“

“You didn’t notice that she’s a lesbian?” You asked, eyes wide. Nishinoya seems to shrink away. You burst out into laughter.

“It’s not funny!”

“It’s soooo funny! You acted like you had the biggest crush on her, yet you didn’t know she was gay! Ohmygosh!” You said in between laughter. Despite himself, Nishinoya laughed with you.

Once you composed yourself, you nodded to the door.

“Hey, you’re gonna be late to practice if you don’t hurry up, ya know?” You said. Nishinoya felt a small blush cross his cheeks.

“Yeah. Um, there’s just one thing. I’m really sorry for how I treated you. I never made an effort to try to be nice to you so... would you let me make it up to you?” Nishinoya said. You tilted your head.

“You don’t have to. I totally understand-“

“I want to take you out on a date!” He blurts out. You smile.

“Yeah?” He nods. “Alright then. What were you thinking?” He opens and closes his mouth.

“I didn’t think I’d get that far.” You let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay. Why don’t we start small and get a bite to eat after practice?” You ask.

“What about Kiyoko? You always take her home.” Noya says. You nod.

“It’s okay. She and Yachi are going to the bus stop together.” He smiles at you.

“Okay. Okay then! It’s a date.”

[what-is-your-plan-today]

CSI Rogers and Barnes- The Serious Cereal Serial Killer Episode 15: Avengers, Assemble!

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Having figured out where Rumlow has taken Katie, it’s now a race against time for The 4 Avengers to reach her before it’s too late. Armed with…yeah…ok, actually, we’ll let you read that bit because frankly this entire chapter is ridiculously fun!!!

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N:  LONG update here guys. And it is utterly ridiculous but my GOD we had a helluvalotta fun writing this, as we have with this entire series. We only have one more chapter following this before the Epilogue so we are rapidly coming to the end of CSI Rogers & Barnes.

Anyway, enjoy!!!

Chapter Song: The Avengers (Yes, ok, there was no other piece of music for it!!!!)

CSI R&B Masterlist //   Main Masterlist 

“Gentlemen, you're up!”

The patrol car raced through the road towards Wheaton, the wail of its police siren blaring through the air. Thor's eyes were trained on the road ahead, his knuckles white from the strength he was gripping the steering wheel with. Steve was focused on typing messages to keep Clint and Nat updated. He could have called, it would have been easier and faster, but the sound of the sirens would make it difficult to understand anything and he'd rather be engrossed in his phone, trying to keep his fingers steady over the keyboard, than looking through the window and letting his mind wander to possible scenarios he wasn't ready to even consider.

Tony and Bucky occupied the back seats and, truth be told, both men were being uncharacteristically quiet. Sure the circumstances didn't allow for small chat or any kind of joking but still. Bucky was getting more and more anxious by the minute and he would go nuts if he kept counting the trees they passed by the road. And then there was Tony, he wasn't the one to let a snarky comment pass by even if it only was Thor's driving skills or Steve's phone being an old-fashioned model.

Bucky turned his head right to look at Tony and spotted him fiddling with something that looked like two Tasers. He was tinkering with the devices using a small screwdriver he had gotten from who knows where. Tony must have sensed Bucky's gaze on him coz he looked up to find him watching and lifted both his hands to show him that he was, indeed, messing with a pair of Tasers.

"Where did you get them?" Bucky asked.

"The trunk of the abandoned car." Tony shrugged as he resumed his job with the screwdriver. "You three all have guns... figured I might need something."

Bucky didn't say a word but raised an eyebrow at him and Tony looked up again.

"Don't look at me like that Barnes, I saw that big ass shot gun in the trunk." he said as he continued fiddling.

Bucky then heard Steve gave an exasperated sigh as he turned to face them.

"Are you two fighting again?"

"Nope, but I don’t like him so…" Tony stated, without taking his eyes from the Tasers.

"Me? What did I do? I ain't the one that killed your parents." Bucky scoffed.

"One more word, I swear to god…" Tony snapped at him, brandishing the tasers.

Ok, that had been an unfortunate comment of sorts. Not the best moment to bring up his dead parents…

"What the fuck you gonna do with a Taser, Stark?" Bucky asked Tony, trying to dial it down a bit.

"I amplified the power to 3000%, so try me." 

"Ok." Bucky slurred. He was truly impressed and fell silent. 

"I love you 3000." a smirking Tony mumbled.

"So you don’t hate me now? Come on!" Bucky feigned a protest.

"I was talking to the tasers." Tony quipped, lifting his head for a second to raise an eyebrow at Bucky.

Thor then let out a huge guffaw and Steve sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't cope with Tony and Bucky’s stupid bickering at the moment. He couldn't blame Tony though. The man was a wreck too, after all it was his sister whose life was at stake.

"Buck, please. Leave it." Steven pleaded without turning around.

"You know what, I’m done. When all this is over I’m fucking off to Africa and settling in a goat farm." Bucky muttered.

"What are you, Meryl Streep?  What would Wilson do without you, or are you taking him with you so that he can wash your hair?" Tony joked but suddenly paused, pondering something while studying Bucky before asking  "Have you ever considered letting it grow? It would suit you."

"Tony, that's enough!" Steve's Captain voice echoed inside the car.

A tense silence fell over them as Thor swung the vehicle they were in around a car in front of them that was moving out of the way and Steve leaned forward to check the sat nav. They were less than a mile out now and he could feel the tension build up in every muscle of his body.

"Cut the sirens, Thor. We don’t want to warn them." 

"Yes, captain."

Almost as soon after Thor did as he was told they were pulling up through the large gates of the drive up to the camp. Thor drove a few yards into the main parking lot before stopping the car.

"Back up a bit, Thor." Steve asked, looking around him through the window. "Let's hide the car behind those bushes."

Just as Thor was about to stop the car they heard a loud clang and they all turned to see what had happened. 

"You hit a flagpole." Bucky informed.

"Well, luckily we didn't knock it down. That would have caught a lot of attention." Tony deadpanned.

"Nah, that would have been impossible..." Thor began to explain.

"Are you sure, Odinson? The way you drive..." quipped Bucky

"The only way to take the flagpole down is by disconnecting the pin holding the pole in place." Steve deadpanned.

Everyone turned to look at him and he simply shrugged at the inquiring expressions of their team's faces.

"What now Cap?" Thor finally asked.

"Call it Rogers." Tony chimed.

"We get out." Steve said sternly.

"I could have called that." Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. "Come on, you’re the man with the plan Steve, what is your plan today?"

Steve hesitated for a moment as he took his surroundings but before he could speak Tony replied.

"I have a plan. Attack!" Tony shouted and with that he barrelled out of the car, leaving everyone dumbfounded. 

"Fuck's sake…TONY!" Steve hissed.

But Tony was gone. Long gone. Steve, Bucky and Thor hastily got out of the car and saw him sprinting across the lawns round the side of the old reception area of the camp. Steve couldn't help but give a growl and the three men headed round to the trunk of the car. If Tony wanted to play hero, that was fine by him. Maybe not die trying would be nice. But Steve's strategic mind told him they needed to get ready for the fight. It was the fight of their lives and he was determined to get his girl back safe.

Whatever it takes.

"He’s gonna get himself killed." Bucky said as he nodded at Tony while he put a bulletproof vest emblazoned with the NYPD logo on.

"No, he’s the perfect distraction for Rumlow. Another Stark to add to the collection. Let him think he’s here alone…" Steve said, hand on hips while looking at Tony in the distance.

"Lady Potts will kill us." Thor stated whilst pulling on his vest.

"Lady? What are you Macbeth?" Bucky asked, giving Thor a look.

"Ok can we focus?" Steve groaned as he zipped his vest up.

"How you wanna play this?" Bucky asked his captain.

"We head in, split up, we can cover more ground. Anyone see anything, call it in ok?" Steve called it.

Bucky and Thor nodded and with that they headed down the small path to the right until they reached a point where it forked. Thor then stopped Steve with a hand on his shoulder.

"Captain, look." 

Steve looked down and saw a set of 3 footprints. He followed the trail with his eyes and saw that they led off the path and down the bank around the large lake. At a head sign from Steve all 3 men pulled out their guns, their previous plan to split up abandoned, and headed slowly but surely round the bank of the lake. Their senses alert until they reach the boathouse where the canoes and water-sports equipment was stored.

As they approached they saw Tony crouched down at the side of a speedboat. The scientist glanced up as they all stooped to keep in the shadows. 

What, did you stop for drive thru?" Tony asked with sarcasm.

Thor ignored him and looked down.

"The trail stops here Captain…they must have taken the path from this point."

The four men glanced around, looking for some hint that may give away the direction Rumlow and Wanda may have taken.

"If you had kidnapped someone, brought them here, where would you hide them?" Tony, asked. His analytical mind taking over his former recklessness.

Steve looked around again and spotted the old munition barracks which had been turned into the main offices. He now recalled him and Katie being sent there the last time they were here as there’d been a mix up with the cabins.  He smiled and the thought of it being a perfect hiding place as, if he was not mistaken, there had been plenty of smaller rooms in that building.

"In plain sight" he said nodding to it.

They walked over, as ever trusting their Captain's instinct. When they got there, Steve noticed the door was locked. Rumlow must have locked it from the inside to avoid unexpected visitors or even squatters. He turned to look at Bucky, nodded to the lock and moved away an instant before the detective shot the lock clean off and opened the main door. 

Steve let Thor and Buck enter the building first, Tony and him walking into the old office behind them. The four men gave slow steps, taking the room in, before splitting up to cover the different smaller spaces. The Captain remained close to Tony who started roaming around and stopped by a cupboard.

"Hey, look at this." Tony called for him.

Steve gave a few steps over and looked to where Tony was pointing to the floor. There were scrape marks in an arc where the door had been opened. They looked fresh. Good call, Tony.  Steve thought to himself.

He reached for the handle and pulled the door open. But it turned out to simply be a janitor's store.

They looked around, a bit disappointed. There was nothing in there at all except a forsaken tool box. But apparently it had caught Thor's undivided attention as he grinned and headed to it, crouching beside it to open it and rummaged through the scarce and dusty contents before pulling out a hammer.

"I like these." Thor said, wielding the hammer.

The three men looked at him and the childish expression on his face.

"Whatever, ok, let’s keep looking…" Steve urged.

"Wait…can you feel that?" Tony asked, raising his hand to stop everyone moving.

"Yeah, there’s an air current…" Bucky offered.

Tony nodded in agreement and started looking around, feeling the walls, knocking on them lightly. After a while he stopped at the one to their right. 

"Please be a secret door, please be a secret door…" he said faintly before pushing on it and with a small click the door pushed inwards. “Yay." Tony exclaimed softly, with the air of a small child discovering some kind of special treat.

Steve stepped over and glanced through it. There was a set of steps. 

"Alright, I’ll go first. Buck, cover me." 

Bucky nodded and the 4 of them headed down the steps and emerged into a cellar of some sort. It was a room full of boxes and containers. There were also trash cans overflowing with old pieces of paper. But that was not what Steve, who was leading the party, was paying attention to. His breath caught, as for the first time in hours, he could hear Katie. He stopped dead, holding his hand up and the others halted in a line, fanning out behind him. He paid attention again and relief washed over him as he heard her voice once more. He couldn't understand clearly what she was saying, her voice was quiet, but it was her and that meant she was conscious and, more importantly, alive. 

Steve let out the breath he was holding and looked at Tony who also breathed out in relief at the noise. His brown eyes telling him she’s alive. Steve nodded to him tightly before he stepped forward once more.

The members of The Avengers followed their teammate’s voice through the cellar and reached a door at the far side where they spotted a chink of light coming from the inside. Now Katie's voice was a lot clearer to them.

"You know they’ll find me don’t you? Soon as they find the first car they’ll be onto you."

"By they you mean lover boy? Yeah I’ll be glad to punch his pretty face in, and you’re getting front row seats sugar." they heard Rumlow disdainful words this time. 

"Don’t call me that." Katie hissed.

"We agreed Rogers is mine. You’re not laying a finger on him." Wanda intervened, confronting Rumlow.

Katie’s sarcastic laugh echoed in the room. "You’re fucking insane Wanda. You think after everything you still have a chance?"

"This is all your fault, you spoilt brat. You should have stayed in DC." Wanda raised her voice.

"Yeah well you can thank your friend Brock for that. Funny though…”

“What is?”

“Steve. Out of all the profilers he could have chosen, despite the fact we were on bad terms, he still came running to me. Because wanted me. He’s never wanted you and he never will…"

Wanda was the one to laugh this time and Steve shuddered at the harshness that laced the sound.  "This isn’t about that anymore. I want him to pay for humiliating me…and I want you to suffer knowing that when I stick a bullet in his head, you’re to blame." 

There was a pause before Katie spoke again. This time her voice was quieter and Steve felt his heart sink.

"Leave him alone. You got me." 

"And I want you to lose him because of me, like I lost him because of you." Wanda continued.

"Shut the fuck up Maximoff. This isn’t about you." Rumlow growled.

Steve shook his head, trying to zone out from the exchange as he attempted to keep a clear head and figure out a plan. They couldn’t just storm in, it was too dangerous but if they didn’t do something soon…

He closed his eyes, in an attempt to keep the tears that were threatening to spill at bay, the world around him fading for a minute. And then, as he took a deep breath, as if by magic he heard Tony's whispering voice. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?" he asked Steve.

The team all turned to him, the concern on their faces changing into something similar to hopefulness.

"We need a distraction, something to draw him out. There were a few oil drums back over at the boat house. I can blow some shit up. Cause a fuss…" Tony explained

Steve looked at Bucky who shrugged "No better idea."

"I trust you." the Captain said looking at him in the eyes. "Ok, go…"

At that Tony nodded and slinked off and their attention went back to the conversation.

"Sooooo…" they heard Katie again "I get it, you want revenge and whatnot but, humour me. Before you do whatever it is you’re gonna do to me, I need to know. What the FUCK is the cereal about?"

"I’m sure in that pretty little head of yours you figured it out." Rumlow scorned.

"Hmmm, well I have a theory…"

"You know I’ve always liked listening to your mind talk…" Rumlow encouraged her. Steve could almost perceive the wicked smile on his face.

"Oh, what the hell…nothing else to do whilst I’m sat here.” Katie said, her voice almost bored, but Steve knew her well enough to know that she was feigning. She would be scared, hell, he was scared, but she was too feisty to ever show weakness at a moment like this.

“Classic narcissism. It’s personal to you. Symbolic. You’re pissed off that you never got the life that being Pierces’ legitimate son would have given you. Instead of a prince you were a pauper, am I right?" Katie finished, poking at Rumlow with her words.

Under any other circumstances Steve would have been caught grinning proudly at his girl's attitude. But the silence that fell upon the room chilled his bones and he closed his eyes again.

“Caviar vs cereal…this is literally the most ridiculous case I have ever worked on, with the stupidest Killer ever." Katie laughed.

"Well it fits perfectly with your stupid Captain and his ridiculous team." Rumlow snarled, his pride wounded.

"Oooh, did I touch a nerve there Brock? Let me tell you something, you’re not even half the man my stupid captain is…" Katie now hissed.

Then there was the sound of someone spitting, apparently Katie, as it was followed by a roar and the harsh sound of a slap, followed by a yell, and another loud thud, then silence again.

"That should shut her up for a while…annoying bitch." Wanda spoke this time.

That was it, Steve snapped. To hell with this, he thought. It was now or never. He was not losing the love of his life and he had a real opportunity to take Rumlow down good.  He stepped and looked at Bucky and Thor.

"Assemble." he said between gritted teeth before looking back as if to boot the door but Thor caught him.

"Captain…" Thor hissed, his hand curling round Steve’s forearm. "We can’t storm the room. Not whilst they have little Stark like this."

"I’m done waiting Thor…she’s…"

But he didn't finish as right on cue there was a huge explosion above their heads.

"What the fuck?" Rumlow shouted.

"It could be a trap. Someone trying to draw us out." Wanda stated.

There was a pause, nothing happened, and Steve began to worry it wasn't going to work. But then there was another blast, this one shaking the room.

"There’s no way they’ll have found this place yet." Rumlow told Wanda. “I’ll go see what’s going on.”

Bucky looked at Steve and then at Thor, mouthing arrogant bastard as Thor arched an eyebrow, tossing the hammer in his right hand.

"She comes round, keep her quiet." Rumlow now ordered Wanda.

"Gladly."

Steve jerked his head when he heard Rumlow's footsteps approaching them, and the three men hurried away from the door, hiding in the shadows. 

"Wait for him to head to the stairs before we engage." Steve hissed to Bucky and Thor. Both nodded in agreement. The door to the small room clicked open and Rumlow jogged out. Steve's mind raced as he watched the man. He knew if he set his gun off it was going to alert Wanda to the fact they were there, so searching around for something to use instead he found a trash can lid.  He grabbed it, slipped his hand into the handle, positioning it in front of his body as Rumlow approached where he was hiding. Then he stood up and almost as if the movement was automatic, like he’d done this in a previous life, he swung it straight into Rumlow’s face, hitting him right on the bridge of the nose with a huge clang.

"A trash can lid?" Bucky deadpanned as Rumlow keeled over backwards, out cold. Thor catching him.  "Worked, didn’t it?" Steve said and moved forward as Thor dragged Rumlow off to the right.

"Brock?"  They heard Wanda and once more they hid as she appeared in the doorway. They saw her look around, then clearly assuming he was gone and the noise was nothing to be concerned about, she headed back in, leaving the door open slightly.

Thor straightened up from where he had handcuffed Rumlow to a metal pipe at the far side of the room and nodded to the Captain. Then they heard steps on the stairs and all 3 men wheeled round to see Tony hurrying back down with what looked like some kind of fencing mask on his face.

"Did House Party Protocol work?" Tony asked, out of breath as he slid the mask up off his face. Steve nodded to where Rumlow was cuffed as a response. "One down, one to go."

"What’s with the mask?" Bucky asked Tony, lowering his shotgun.

"I was mixing chemicals, and that was the best thing I could find."  he shrugged before walking over towards Rumlow and kicking him hard in the face, the crunching of bone ringing out across the room as Rumlow’s nose exploded across his face even more than it already had with the force of Steve’s blow.

"Just making sure." Tony quipped. “Ok, call it Cap”

Steve looked around, the trash can lid still in his left hand, pistol in his right. He waved the gun towards the door, leading the way as if they were a commando unit, and they all followed him silently. Thor tossing the hammer in his right hand, gun in his left. 

The door was open and Steve peeked through it. He could see Katie at the far side of the room, her head lolled forward where she was tied to a chair. She was out cold. He swallowed and turned to Thor who was still tossing that fucking hammer. 

"Thor put the hammer down. Katie’s out…we need to act now."

"You sure, Captain?" the blond asked.

"Want me to put a bullet in the bitch’s head?" Bucky asked Steve.

"No. I wanna give her a few thousand volts…" Tony replied to Bucky, thrusting his hands out in front of him, the modified tasers fizzing and lighting up in his palms.

"Fine, but I get the final blow. I’ve put up with her insults to my partner at the station for far too long." Bucky bargained.

"All of you shut up…" Steve hissed as he looked back through the door. Wanda was now pacing lightly up and down. He saw her stop in front of Katie, brandishing the gun in her right hand, looking down at the unconscious woman. 

"I knew it would all go to shit the moment you set foot back in that station. All the effort I put into pleasing Steve, being the best assistant I could…it was only a matter of time and then you….you had to come back." 

Steve turned to his team, nodded, and with that he stepped into the room as Wanda continued her rambling.

"Even Natasha was encouraging me to go for it…telling me to act on my feelings…but then everyone turned against me…because of you." 

"You did that yourself Wanda." Steve growled.

Wanda wheeled round and gave a gasp, surprise evident on her face. 

"Steve." she whispered before her eyes slid to Thor, Bucky and Tony as they all flanked the Captain.

"Put the gun down Maximoff." Steve ordered.

She flinched at the impersonal surname use but then she recovered and she snarled, cocked the gun and pointed it straight at Katie’s face.

"One more move and I’ll blow her face off."

"Don’t you dare…" Steve hissed through clenched teeth.

Wanda simply gripped the gun tighter, and then, a movement drew Steve’s attention, as Katie began to stir, giving a small moan.

Quick as a flash Wanda brought the butt of the gun crashing down on Katie’s temple, rendering her out cold again and with a snarl Thor flung the hammer straight at Wanda’s hand, knocking the gun from her fingers. She gave a yell as the item had hit her with some force, and Steve took the opportunity. He barrelled straight at her, spearing her round the waist and tackled her, pinning her face down on the floor, utter fury and hatred coursing through his veins. Wanda was screaming and thrashing around underneath him but it was pointless, Steve was far too strong. As he moved to restrain her underneath him, Bucky strode over, shotgun pointed down at her, trained on her head.

"Game over bitch." Bucky jabbed and Wanda suddenly became still.

 "And I didn’t get to use my tasers. Man, this sucks." Tony sighed.

Steve looked at Bucky who nodded "Go check your girl Stevie, we got this."

They both heard Thor speaking into his radio requesting medical assistance and transport for two prisoners. Bucky then turned to Tony as Steve stood up. 

"Here, take this…" he told Tony as he handed him the gun.

Tony took it and Bucky yanked Wanda’s hands behind her back, snapping the cuffs on her wrists. No sooner had he done that, Tony was kneeling down, grabbing Wanda’s hair, pulling her head up.

"Look at me, Wicked Witch of the West. You’re gonna regret ever having touched my sister." Tony spat.

Steve, meanwhile was crouched in front of Katie, her bruised face held gently in his hands as she was out cold. 

"Thor…" he said as he looked up "…get her out of those ropes." He swallowed "Please."

"I’ll do it." Bucky said, reaching down his boot and pulling out a knife. 

Thor looked at him with his mouth wide open.

"What?"

"You brought a knife to a gunfight." Thor stated the obvious.

"Better than a fucking hammer." Bucky scoffed and stepped forward to cut the ropes. 

As soon as she was free from the restraints Katie’s body fell forward and Steve caught her, sitting back on the floor as he gently shifted her so she was held in his arms, facing upwards. He reached out and tenderly brushed her hair back off her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"It's ok Star, I got you…" he said, as he rocked her gently.

Bucky glanced at him. "I’ll call Clint and Nat…" he said, pulling out his phone and leaving the room, followed by Thor whose radio had just cracked to life announcing the arrival of the NJPD who had come following his call to take Rumlow and Wanda.

Tony, cast a glance at Wanda making sure she couldn’t go anywhere, before he stood up and walked to Steve, crouching down next to him. 

"Hey, sis…" he said gently, reaching out to brush her face.

Katie still wasn’t answering and Tony looked worriedly at Steve.

"She’ll come round Tony." Steve told him, his voice and sentiment much braver than he felt as he was blinking back the tears himself when he glanced down. Tony gripped his shoulder and just at that moment the room suddenly filled with noise and bodies as local officers walked in, followed by two paramedics.

Bucky took over giving the orders, one of the officers hoisting Wanda to her feet whilst he directed them to Rumlow, all the time keeping one eye on the paramedics who had crouched down next to Steve and Katie.

"How long has she been out?" one of the paramedics, a middle aged woman, asked Steve.

"She took a blow about 20 minutes ago but came round only to take a second which was…" he gulped and sighed "I don’t know."

"Ok, Sir I need you to let us take care of her." the woman said.

"No, I’m not leaving her…please." Steve pleaded.

The woman took a deep breath before speaking "You can stay with her but I need to look at her, check her over."

"Steve, come on, let them do their job, Fury is here too, he’s gonna want to speak to you." Bucky intervened.

"Well, he can damned well wait." Steve said before sighing. He then looked at the Paramedic. "I’ll carry her up to the ambulance."

The woman hesitated at first but she could sense he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he looked considerably stronger than her and her partner together, so she nodded in agreement.

Steve, with a bit of help from Bucky,  got up with Katie held in his arms and as he made his way out of the room he shot a glare at Rumlow who was now awake and having his face looked at by another paramedic. Then, without a glance back he took the stairs slowly and carefully, emerging out of the small janitor's closet and into the larger office. He was halfway across when he felt Katie stir in his arms and relief washed over him.

"Hey, sweetheart." he said softly before pressing a kiss to her head as he walked across the office.

He saw Katie give a faint smile. "Steve?"  Her voice was a hoarse whisper. He smiled back at her "You found me, I knew you would."

"Well you left a good clue." he said and she grinned.

When Steve walked to the door, which the paramedic pushed open, and stepped outside, it was already dark but the lights from the squad cars and the ambulances were flashing through the black of the night as he made his way towards them.

Katie turned her head upwards to the sky and smiled. Steve followed her gaze and saw she was looking at the stars over the sky above them. He looked back at her and she turned her face to his.

"I love you, my star." he whispered, leaning down and brushing his nose against hers gently.

Katie smiled at him "We did it Steve."

"Yeah sweetheart, we cracked the case." Steve nodded.

"I’m not talking about the case." she huffed.

Steve frowned a little, looking at her, wondering if she had concussion because he had no idea what she was talking about.

Katie then let out a little chuckle at the puzzled expression that had crossed his face "I meant us. We made it Steve. You and me. Even if it did take us 10 years."

Steve swallowed. Suddenly there was a lump in his throat and his eyes misted over as he stopped by the ambulance. "Yeah, yeah we did baby."

He climbed into the back easily and kissed her before he set her down on the gurney. Steve let go of her hand and two paramedics followed him inside. Given Steve’s sheer bulk, there wasn’t much room inside the ambulance so Steve agreed to step outside.

"Stevie…" Katie called him, panicking.

 "I’ll be with you as soon as I can Doll but I need to let them take care of you ok? I’ll be right outside" he calmed her, his hand brushing over her head before he straightened up fully and climbed out of the ambulance.

As he jumped down onto the floor outside, he spotted Rumlow and Wanda being led to a car. He was seething his hands balling into fists as he watched Thor shoving Rumlow roughly into the back seats. He wanted to reach out and put a bullet between his eyes but he was jolted from his murderous thoughts by Fury's voice.

"Congratulations, Captain." Fury said reaching his hand out for Steve to shake.

"Sir." He nodded.

“I’ll take command now Rogers, you can stay with Stark." Fury ordered.

Steve nodded and Natasha appeared with Clint. "That’s the closest he’ll ever get to saying Thank You." the woman quipped.

Steve snorted a little and looked back into the ambulance and then to Nat and Clint.

"How is she?" Clint asked.

"A little bruised, dazed…she’ll be ok."

"Good." Natasha nodded.

Steve then frowned "How the hell did you all get here so fast?"

“As soon as you messaged us before we scrambled that.” Clint grinned and pointed to something behind them. Steve turned and saw the NYPD helicopter landed in the middle of the field.

"That is so not fair." Tony protested.

A Paramedic then appeared, speaking directly to Steve "We’re going to take her to Christ Hospital. I’m assuming someone is coming?"

Tony looked at Steve and nodded.

"Thanks, Tony." he said, squeezing Tony's shoulder.

"Once we’re locked down out here I’ll follow up with Tony." Bucky offered.

"Thanks, Buck." Steve said, proud of his team, his family, before he climbed in the ambulance.

***** Steve walked down the hospital corridor, coffee in one hand, phone in the other as he tried to placate his mother who was currently babbling at 500 miles per hour into his ear.

“No, Ma…I promise she’s ok?” he soothed, his voice soft and calm.

“And the doctors told you that?” she demanded.

Steve smiled “Yeah. She’s bruised, has light concussion but she just needs to sleep it off.” He stopped outside Katie’s room and placed his phone between his shoulder and his ear so he could open the door without spilling his coffee.

“Ok, well you make sure you call me when she can talk.”

“As she’s able.” He assured her, letting the door click shut silently behind him. At that moment, there was a movement in the bed and Katie stirred, a gentle whimper slipping from her lips. “Ok, Ma, I gotta go. I’ll call you in a bit.” “Ok, love you son.”

“You too.” With that he slipped his phone back in his pocket and set his coffee down on the table besides her bed. He watched as Katie moved again, letting out a little sigh and then blinked as her eyes opened. She looked around a little, clearly gathering her bearings and he could see she was a little startled, but then her eyes fell on him and her entire body relaxed.

“Stevie? What…”

“It’s ok honey.” He soothed “You’re in the hospital.” He sat on chair, leaning to her and with one hand gently brushed her check with the back of his fingers before he curled his arm gently round her head on the pillow “Dumb question but how you feeling?”

“Like I have a really bad hangover.” She swallowed, and Steve chuckled.

“Well you haven’t exactly been partying but I get what you mean.”

She winced a little and closed her eyes for a moment before she turned her head to face him.

“What happened to them?” she asked quietly, her eyes wide.

“They’ve been arrested, Fury’s dealing with it.” He said softly, reaching for her hand with the arm that wasn’t by her head. “It’s over Doll.”

A that she lay back and tears filled her eyes.

“Hey, its ok… come on.” Steve stood up and slid onto the bed next to her and turned on his side. Katie shuffled over into his arms, pressing her face into his chest, giving a little sniff

“Sorry Stevie it’s just…it’s too much…” she sobbed “I can’t…the last few months, this week..”

“Shhhh..hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” Steve gently rest one hand softly on the back of her head. “I got you, let it out.”

He held her still, gently stroking her hair, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Rumlow…almost…” She choked a little as Steve pulled her closer, “I thought Wanda was gonna put a bullet in my head.”

“But she didn’t” Steve swallowed, the memory of seeing her in that chair, the gun pointed at her head still fresh in his mind. “You’re safe.”

“My parents…” Katie continued to sob “Stevie, Pierce, he killed them. Tony and you…you’re all I got left and…stills, Oh god, Tony. Where is he? Does he…”

“He knows everything.” Steve’s voice remained calm. “I took a punch to the jaw for that. And you got so much more than just us baby. My ma, Pepper, Nat, Clint, Thor…the entire 99 have been on the phone demanding an update too.”

She laid still for a moment, taking deep gulps of air as she calmed herself. Eventually her shaking died down and she pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “Wait…Tony punched you?” He looked down at her and nodded “Yeah, was a pretty good right hook to be fair.” “Huh. That was rude.” She deadpanned and Steve chuckled. “Well he’s been wanting to punch me since you told him about us. And, shall I remind you he already punched me at the Commendation.” “To be honest, Steve, I wanted to punch you then too.

“I wanted to punch myself.” He added honestly as she pressed her forhead back against his shoulder, taking a deep breath. “I should never have given up on us the way I did” “I might forgive you some day.” She mumbled.

“Well, I intend to spend the rest of my life making up for it.” He said, pressing another kiss to her head. He felt her smile against his neck and then she pulled back and looked up at him, frowning slightly.

“Hey what day is it?”

“Erm…” Steve glanced at his watch over her shoulder “Saturday, for another half hour anyway. Why you ask?”

She flashed him a grin “Happy week’s anniversary.”

Steve lot out a loud laugh as she chuckled lightly “You know it’s hard to believe all this has happened in a week.”

“Yeah, and you know the real crime in all of this?” she quipped, her eyes shining with mischief.

“What?”

“We’ve still only been on one date.”

“Well I’ll have to fix that.” Steve smiled.

“Yeah, yeah you will.” She flashed him another grin before she leaned up and kissed him. Steve’s hand reached up, gently caressing her cheek, thumb skating over her bruised cheekbone as he kissed her back, his tongue softly sliding against hers, losing himself completely before a cough broke them apart.

Steve turned to see Bucky and Tony stood in the doorway, Bucky shaking his head.

“You two are gross.”

Steve simply grinned before he untangled himself from Katie and stood up, allowing Tony to take his place, the Scientist for once remaining silent as he was focussed on nothing but his sister.

“How you doing Kiddo?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“I’ll live.” Katie melted into her brothers embrace as he kissed her head.

“Course you will. You’re one of the strongest people I know.” Steve didn’t miss the slight hitch in Tony’s voice as he spoke “And besides, Pepper needs a bridesmaid.”

“Don’t you think I’m a little too old for the whole being big bro’s bridesmaid?” Katie sniffed a little, pulling back to look up at Tony.

“You’ll always be my kiddo.” She smiled, stroking her cheek “Plus I know you like weddings. Or at least you will until you meet my wedding planner. God he’s a pain in the ass.”

“Sounds familiar.” Steve mumbled.

“Bite me Rogers.” Tony raised his hand and flipped him off as Bucky let out a laugh.

“I was talking about Bucky.”

“Hey…” Bucky’s laughter stopped immediately as he turned to Steve, punching him lightly on his arm “Punk”

“Jerk.” Steve smiled back.

**** Katie was released from hospital the next day. Steve stayed with her all night, the hospital staff who tried to move him getting the full Captain treatment so in the end they decided it was easier to simply leave him be. He lay besides Katie until she fell asleep before he dozed in the chair, returning to her bed when she started to wake, ensuring he was both the last thing she saw before she slept, and the first thing she saw when she was woke.

Fury organised a car for them which took them back to Steve’s for a few days where he waited on her hand and foot, well, when he could that is considering his Ma had also took it upon herself to see to her little Star’s every needs. And then, on Wednesday they head to DC, Thor and Bucky in tow were they spent the day packing up her stuff, loading what they could fit into the cars and helping the removal men to take the big items into storage until Katie decide what to do with it. Steve didn’t want her to go so soon but she was adamant she wanted to close the door on this chapter of her life as soon as possible so he agreed to go provided she simply directed and didn’t lift a finger.

As Steve and Thor maneuverered the coffee a table through the door, Bucky dragged her sofa away from the wall before he straightened up and looked at Katie.

“You know, you might as well just sell all this save us all the trouble.” He grumbled

“I’m gonna need it when I get my own place.” She shrugged. “Bullshit. I know you insist moving in with us is a temporary measure, we know you’re never gonna move anywhere without lover boy.”

Katie rolled her eyes, “Whatever, just shut up and pull that couch out fully will you?”

“This is slave labour.” Bucky naroed his eyes at her.

“According to Sam you don’t mind being a slave under certain circumstances.” She grinned cheekily and Bucky felt his cheeks flush red.

“Shut up doll face.” He practically spluttered and Katie burst out laughing

“So its true!”

“What the…” Bucky looked at her, folding his arms “Wait, were you baiting me?”

Katie shrugged, still giggling “Was worth the shot.”

Bucky glared at her as Steve and Thor walked back into the room. Steve stood for a second, watching as Katie continued to tease Bucky who looked utterly offended at whatever she was saying. The Captain smiled softly, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned on the doorframe. He really did love the way the two of them interacted with such ease. His love and his best friend getting on made his life a lot easier.

“Little Stark…” Thor’s booming voice filled the room, echoing slightly as the room was almost empty “I keep meaning to ask. Have you any friends that I could ask to Tony’s wedding?” “You can’t just blind date to a wedding.” She looked at him, scoffing slightly.

“Why not?” Thor asked.

“Because you can’t!” she protested, shaking her head before Steve saw her grin as an idea had clearly just come to her. “You could always ask Gina.”

“Gina?” Thor asked “The strange lady from the station? “Yeah you have a lot in common.” Bucky nodded.

“I’m not strange Goat keeper.” Thor shook his head “I am mighty.”

“I don’t keep go-you know what?” Bucky sighed “Whatever man… “The man’s strangeness still baffled him, and he doubted that it would ever not.

“Still looks like a llama to me.” Katie mumbled as Steve slid an arm round her, chuckling.

“I heard that Stark.” Bucky shot her a glare as Steve kissed her temple.

Together they finished up and when the last box was moved Steve watched Katie take a last look around.

“You ok?” he asked her, his hand dropping to the small of her back.

“Yeah, just thinking. When I arrived here I was so pissed at you.” She mused, “And now…well, I can’t wait for our future.”

Steve smiled and dropped a soft kiss to her lips “Me either Doll. You ready or do you want a moment?”

“No, I’m good.” She smiled. Slipping her hand into his they walked to the door of the appartment and Katie took the key to the door off her keyring and placed it into an envelope which she removed from her pocket, the landlords name written on the front. She left it on the door mat inside as Steve held the door open for her. Once they were out in the hall she pulled the door shut and they headed to the elevator.

They had a reasonably chilled rest of the week, Steve taking Katie on that well overdue second date on Saturday night taking her to a little Italian his mother swore by and for a few drinks after. Their night ended the same way their last date did, prompting complaints from Bucky on Sunday morning about his sleep once more being disturbed.

Monday morning rolled around far too quickly for Steve’s liking. It had been a nice week off for the two of them, even if it had been forced by less than desirable circumstances, and he didn’t want it to end. As he stirred from his sleep, he reached out, pulling his girl closer to him, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and savouring the last 5 minutes before the alarm went off. When it finally sounded, Katie stirred softly, before stretching and letting out that soft sigh that he knew and loved, signalling she was coming round. Smiling, Steve leaned over, gave her a quick kiss whispering “Good morning sweetheart.” before he climbed out of bed and headed for the shower.

Once he was done, he emerged, towel round his waist and walked into the bedroom where Katie was now up, pulling her clothes out for the day, dressed in his shirt. He gave her a quick peck before she headed out to the bathroom for her own shower. Steve dried off, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a grey Henley before he shoved a pair of sneakers onto his feet and headed down to the foyer to check the post. There were two letters, one for him and one for Bucky. Jogging back up the 3 flights of stairs, he walked back in, tossing the letter for Buck down on the side. He put a pot of coffee on, threw a few rounds of bread into the toaster and leaned back against the counter to open his letter.

“Yesss!” he let out a triumphant yell when he read the letter from the insurance company. They’d finally sent him a cheque for his car.

“Why are you so happy on a Monday morning?” Bucky grumbled, almost stumbling half asleep to the breakfast counter “After a week off as well.”

“Insurance money!” He grinned, waving the cheque before he arched an eyebrow at Bucky, noticing for the first time he was dressed only in a pair of pink and yellow polkadot boxers “Man, couldn’t you at least dress? Katie’s living here now!”

“When she stops parading around in nothing but her panties and your shirts I’ll think about it.” He shot back.

“My ears burning?” Katie asked, as she walked into the kitchen, dressed as ever in her jeans, boots and a button down.

“Yes.” Bucky replied simply.

“Fair enough.” She shrugged.

“Stevie’s rich.” Bucky said, nodding to his friend who poured 3 mugs of coffee, setting them down on the counter. Katie fished the creamer out of the fridge and turned to him.

“You finally got your car money?” she asked.

“Sure did Doll” he grinned. At that point the toast popped up and Steve grabbed it, dropping it hastily onto the board in front of him as it was hot. “So we can go shopping for a new one this weekend.”

Katie handed him the butter. “No old man Car Steve, you’ll ruin my street cred.”

Steve snorted as he buttered the toast, dropping it onto a plat which he placed on the counter, the 3 of them grabbing a piece each. “I’m getting another audi.” He said, shooting her a look before he dropped onto a stool next to Bucky.

“Can’t you at least get the A5?” Katie asked, standing in front of him, leaning against the counter as she sipped her coffe and took a bite from her toast. “They’re so much nicer to look at.” “I’m not gonna be looking at it, Honey, I’m gonna be driving it.” Steve rolled his eyes.

Katie swallowed her toast and Steve saw a wicked grin on her face “Yeah and I drive you so to speak but I still like to look at you too.”

At that Bucky spat his coffee back into the mug and gave a groan “I’m going for a shower.”

Steve flushed a little but grinned nonetheless. Once Bucky had left the room, mumbling about it being too early for gross images to be imprinted in his brain, he reached out and pulled Katie onto his lap. “You’re a bad woman.”

“You like it like that Captain.” She smirked, brushing his still damp hair back slightly

“I’m not your captain anymore, Doll.” He sighed “You ready to bid goodbye to the 101?”

“You’ll always be my Captain.” She said, giving him a quick peck before she stuck the rest of her toast in her mouth. “The most important men in my life have been 101st Captains.”

“And long may it stay that way.” Steve smiled.

“Charmer.

“Only for you…” he said, patting her ass gently “Come on, we best go so you can get your desk packed up before everyone shows up to wave you off.”

She nodded and hopped off his lap.

“I just need to grab something.” He said, standing up and heading back into the bedroom. He made his way straight to the dresser which sat under the TV on the wall and opened one of the drawers. Retrieving the long, slim box he smiled and then made his way back into the living room where Katie was pulling on her leather jacket.

“I got you this.” He smiled, holding the box out. She frowned and took it from him gently “Just a little something for good-luck at the 99…not that you’re gonna need it.” He added quickly as she looked at him, her face curling into a smile.

He watched her face as she opened the box, her mouth falling open as she glanced down at the white gold necklace which sported a diamond studded star pendant. “Oh, Stevie…” she gasped “It’s beautiful!”

“Well I figured that silver one I got you needed an upgrade.” He said softly as she reached up and pulled his face down to hers, giving him a strong peck.

“Can you…?” she asked, handing him the box and turning round. With delicate fingers he fastened the necklace around her neck and she straightened it out so the star hung just below the hollow in her neck. “How does it look?”

“Great.” He smiled, giving her another kiss “Come on, let’s go and get your desk sorted before the inevitable huge goodbye that they all have planned kicks off.”

In all fairness it didn’t take them that long to pack up what she was taking. Most of the stuff from her desk in DC was still in a box under her current desk as she hadn’t unpacked it all, not knowing what was going to happen post the case.  By time they had done Thor, Nat, Clint and Bucky had all arrived. The team shared one last coffee and a “Pretty eyes Danish” as Gina dubbed the pastries Clint provided, before there were some very tearful hugs shared.

“Don’t bother hugging me.” Gina said, holding her hand up “I’ll get to see you at the 99…” with a smirk she looked around “Suck on that, losers.”

Thor grinned, pointing at Gina “This girl, I like her.”

After a final goodbye, which as Nat pointed out wasn’t really goodbye as they’d still be going out and seeing each other a lot, Steve walked down to Katie’s car with her, carrying the biggest box. He placed it in her trunk before he shut it and turned to face her.

“You gonna be ok?”

Katie nodded and leaned up to kiss him. “I’ll call you later at lunch.”

Steve waited until her car had left the parking lot before he sighed, and turned back to the elevator. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sad to see her go, but at the same time he was slightly happy about it. Happy because it meant that everything was out in the open, above board. They were free to be together without any worries now, just as they should have been right from the start after Christmas if he hadn’t been such a dumbass about everything.

Still that was behind them now.

That said, he was still distracted for the rest of the morning, his mind on Katie and how she was settling back into her old precinct. He was vaguely aware of Clint running something past him on a robbery case, but what exactly he had no idea. Good job he trusted his team. Eventually at just after 1 his phone rang.

“Hey doll.” Steve smiled as he picked it up, leaning back in his chair, feet on his desk.

“Hey handsome,” “So, how was your morning?”

“Good.” Katie replied, the sile evident in her voice. “Got my desk sorted, a few case files to look over and-“

She was cut off by a loud shout from what sounded like a yell of “CLEAR THE FLOOR!!”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Perralta?” Katie shouted back and Steve winced slightly at the volume of her voice “No, absolutely…oh, Stevie, look, I gotta go…”

“Yeah, sounds…busy” he replied.

“It’s apparently time for the Weekly Monday Lunchtime Derby.” She snorted down the phone. “Perralta and Diaz are about to race round the bull pen on their chairs using fire extinguishers as rocket packs.”

Steve blinked at the utter absurdity of her words before he laughed and shook his head. Holt certainly had his hands full with that lot. He glanced out of his office at his own team just in time to see Bucky throw a pen at Clint who caught it expertly.

“Well, as long as you don’t have to call the fire department.” Steve quipped and Katie snorted.

“No flash fire dudes anywhere to be seen.”

Steve laughed “Ok doll, I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” She said, “Holt suggested all going for drinks tonight, a welcome back to the 99…you wanna come?”

Steve beamed at the thought of the first public appearance as a couple “Absolutely” he assured her. “Drop me a message and I’ll meet you there.”

**** Steve walked into the busy bar and glanced round. It didn’t take him long to spot Katie with Diaz and Jeffords stood a little way into the room and as he watched Katie tilted her head back in a huge,  genuine laugh, Jeffords also laughing as Diaz gave her trademark smirk. Seeing her so happy and carefree, stirred something in Steve’s chest and he smiled to himself, before he walked over.

He greeted Holt on his way past with handshake as the man congratulated them on the capture of the Serious Cereal Serial Killer, before telling him the number the tab was open under at the bar. Steve patted the man on the shoulder before he continued and reached his girl’s side.

“Hey baby.” He said, sliding an arm round her waist.

She turned to him and smiled as he greeted Diaz with a nod and shook Jefford’s hand with his free one.

“Hi.” Katie breathed out as he dropped his head to give her a quick kiss.

“You need a drink?” he asked. She tossed the remainder of her gin down her throat and grinned.

“I do now.”

He looked at Jeffords and Diaz who both waved him away before he moved towards the bar. Katie followed him and as he stood waiting to be served she slipped her arms round his waist from behind. He turned to look at her to find her simply smiling at him and he grinned back, pulling her in for a deep kiss, before she pulled away and he pressed his forehead to hers, the rest of the bar forgotten completely.

It took them a while to get there, but Katie was right, they’d made it.  And instead of looking back over the past 10 years, cursing himself for wasting so much time, Steve was, for the first time in god knows how long, looking forward and planning on making every single second of their future together count.

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Slideshows (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

Inside the Blue base, Mess Hall

Gary: It wasn't my fault. I only help, Wyoming kidnapped the alien. Tucker: Junior! His name is Junior, asshole! Church: Not your fault, huh? What about that time when you tried to blow me into pieces, you lying jackass! Gary: Knock knock. Caboose: Who's there? Gary: You are all dirty dirty Shisnos. Ha Ha Ha. Caboose: You're mean!

The atmosphere in the mess hall is filled with insults and anger, both from the Blues and Gary. They traded words like ' Dirty Shisno' and 'Backstabbbing AI' at one another. Church said this is supposed to be an interrogation but look at the results on the reunion of two enemies. Weiss and Blake can see the whole situation and think that: "Yep they know each other." They turned away and continued to where their conversation had left off.

Blake: So, Ruby and Yang, are here in this canyon? Weiss: Yes. Blake: And they're still not happy to see you. Weiss: Sigh. Yes and... Blake: Wait don't tell me. They attacked when they saw you. Weiss: Well, Ruby didn't attack me and I was the first to punched her. But Yang, she almost tried to tear my head off if it wasn't for, Caboose! None of this wouldn't have happened, we would... Blake: Weiss, you don't have to remind me about it. Look you can't just keep hating each other forever. The past is the past. How about just give yourselves a chance to talk with each other and settle aside your differences. Weiss: Except that won't work like how you did with, Sun. The last time we met was when Ruby tried to hit me with a drip stand. Anyways, why are you doing here exactly? Another Xenotarian aid assignment? Blake: Before that, yeah. The ship I was in was flying was running out so I had to stop by here to fuel up. I found a base but the inhabitants there are... Weiss: Let me guess, they're all dead. Well we're in a war, after all. What did you expect? Blake: War? Weiss: Oh right, you may not have heard about this. We're currently at war with the Red army. Not sure why they're called that but I've been told they're a bunch of arrogant Insurgents that needed some discipline. Atlas sent me to aid the Blue Army as a support. Blake: And the Blue army are? Weiss: They're an independent military force from a neighboring colony. According to Atlas intelligence, they got a huge disagreement with the Reds to decide which property they own. Blake: That seems understandable. But I taught you can't enter the Atlesian Army after you... Weiss:... Blake: Sorry to bring that up. Weiss: None taken. Nah I still couldn't. But out of the blue, they decided to give me another chance by performing an assignment. If I transfer myself to another army, live through it and won the war, I can finally get into the Atlesian army like I wanted to! Plain and simple. Blake: Really? Wow, that's something I've never heard, Atlas would do. It's a very good second chance for you. Though I've never of any war in this sector. Weiss: Hmm, maybe the White Paw forgot to update about it. Church: Ahem!

Blake and Weiss turned to Church.

Church: Will you two shut up? We're interrogating here. Blake: Is he always like that? Weiss: Oh don't mind him. He's always a jerk. He's name Church. "Leader" of the Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. If you ask me, he's the most incompetent team leader in this base with a hair trigger temper. Still waiting for Command to accept my request to becoming leader. The dark blue one's, Caboose or Michael if the name's too weird for you. He's lacking some brain cells. Probably from a bullet to the head, but he's alright when he gets the job done. The bright yellow is Kaikaina. Now keep your distance from her, she's a disgrace to women everywhere. The only thing she talks about is having sex. But not as worst as the aqua guy named... Tucker: 'Sup. Weiss: Sigh, Tucker.

Tucker approached the two, with his eyes fixated to Blake since the time she arrived here. She looks like the type whom he can hooked up her with her easily. He delivers his signature one-liner.

Tucker: Hey, baby. Never met one with cat-ears before. Maybe you can hear the cry of nature through them asking you to... Blake: I'm married and have two children back at home, thank you very much. Tucker: Fuck... do you still wanna hang out? Church: Alright, Gary, enough with the insults. Let's cut to the chase. First off, how did you survive the blast and more importantly, where's Tex? Gary: I would  tell you, once Caboose stops attempting to punch me. Caboose: Take that! And that! And that!

Caboose's fists passed through, Gary's holographic body to no effect at all.

Church: Stop it, dumbass. Caboose: Okay. Church: Now will you explain? Starting from the time when Andy blew up. Gary: As you wish. Luckily I've prepared a small presentation designed to easily explain my creators to what had transpired from the base I was in. Caboose: Oh give me three minutes, I'll get the popcorn. Kaikaina: Wait, we have popcorn? Tucker: Of course we do. It's popcorn, not a strip club. Kaikaina: Sigh. Someday.

Three minutes later and Caboose returns with the bowl of popcorn.

Blake: I only got here and met these people an hour ago, and I don't understand what's going on. Weiss: Me too. Hey Church.  Would you mind telling us the whole story here? Church: It worked with a guy named, Wyoming and tried to kidnapped Junior. That's all. Weiss: Gee, you're helpful. Caboose: Don't worry, I'll tell you the story. Weiss: Thank you, Caboose. Gary: As you all already know, I am the one who tricked you all into thinking that I'm a computer intelligence made a dead alien race which never existed and in reality worked with Wyoming to use the alien to manipulate his race as a savior and win the war. Church: Duh, who else doesn't remember that? Blake: Uhm... Weiss: Ahem. Church: Oh except for these two.

Gary creates a holographic screen big enough for the Blues to see. There's a title at the left upper corner which reads: "My Story: A PowerPoint Journey". The first slide he showed is a crudely drawn scene as if it was made by a three year old kid in his first attempt on Microsoft Paint. This made some of the Blues to laugh, Caboose makes better art than this! It depicts what looks like the pelican flying toward a base with an unknown trifoil logo on it. The Blues have never seen it, but Blake has. It was the same design she saw from the base she landed at.

Gary: Moments after, Andy exploded. The ship veered off course and coincidently crash landed on the Project Freelancer Operational Command Center. Kaikaina: Project Freelancer? Tucker: Aw crap... there's a base full of those fuckers?! Gary: Yes. Church: What about, Tex is she alright? Gary: She was dead when it crashed. Church: Sigh... crap.

The second slide shows Tex lying on the ground with a black box written with the words... well... "Black Box" on it.

Gary: The staff managed to recover Tex's corpse and the black box containing Sheila, Omega and me. They stored us inside containment before the Director decides what to do with us. Church: Director? Who's that? Gary: He is in charged with Project Freelancer.

The third slide shows, white armored soldiers running for their live as something, what looks like a generator,  behind them gets blown up or catches fire. Drawing's aren't so detail don't blame me.

Gary: Few days after the crash, one of the base's generators overheated, causing a chain reaction that freed me and Omega. No one knows how it happened but it is suggested that this wasn't a coincidence.

The fourth shows one of the soldiers laughing evilly over his dead comrade as the base behind him was on fire.

Gary: After we were freed, Omega started possessing the staff and killed them off, one by one, until Utah was left alive. I hid within one of the computers to hide from the chaos. For days I've waited for rescue until I met Blake. Does that answer your question?

Everyone are silent by Gary's story. Some don't believe him since his a liar, others were wondering whether he's really telling the truth. But the one thing that they all agree, is that Omega is back and is now somewhere on this planet wrecking havoc. Weiss and Blake, on the other hand, was not getting any sense of this.

Weiss:... Caboose: I like the last part. Kaikaina: O'Malley's back. That's bad right? Church: OF COURSE IT'S BAD! Weiss: O'Malley? Caboose: Oh that's what we call, Omega. The angry AI that tried to kill all of us. Blake: Wait a minute, you lied about being the base's computer system? Gary: Surprise, dirty shisno. Ha Ha Ha. Tucker: We told you he's a liar. So, where's O'Malley now and don't try lying this time! I'll tear of that AI chip from that armor and smash it with a hammer! Gary: Okay okay. I do not know where he is. I haven't seen him after the killing subsided. Church: Shit. Then he could be anywhere and inside any person on this planet. Tucker: But what of that 'Project Freelancer' stuff? Sounds like a military experiment. Church: I think he's referring to that classified military experiment, Tex took part in. The one where they implanted O'Malley into her armor. Weiss: AI implantation? I heard about that back at the Academy but it's very risky. What's a research like that doing on this war torn planet? Unless... this war is perfect place to run a military experiment. Church: That sounds like a plausible theory. But let's get to that later. For all we know, O'Malley's loose out there and his probably planning to take revenge on us. And the worst part, we don't know where he is. Caboose: Maybe we can ask the white guy the cat lady brought. Tucker: Hey good idea! He was from the base and probably the last person to saw O'Malley. . So where is he now? Blake: I had to lock him up in your base's janitor's closet. Tucker: The janitor's closet? Uhh... did you notice anything... off? Blake: No, just dirty mops. Tucker: Phew! Church: You disgust me, man. Well at least we got a lead. Blake: I'd advice you guys to be cautious. He's not mentally stable right now. Church: Thanks for the advice, lady. Tucker, Kai. Come with me. Kaikaina: I'll be the bad cop. Church: And NO strip teasing! Kaikaina: Pfft, asshole. Church: Caboose, Weiss. Take good care of our guest and keep an eye on, Gary, will ya? Caboose: Can I burrow your eye? Church: No.

Church, Tucker and Kai leaves the room.

Blake: I can't believe you just lied to me. Why would you do that after I found you? Gary: Well I didn't want to stay there forever so I had to use you. Blake: And that part of you going offline was a lie too? Gary: What? No. That was not originally part of the plan. I almost died if you hadn't removed me. Weiss: This is what I hate about military AIs. They're too human like to be controlled. Blake: I taught at one point you were interested in Dr. Catherine Halsey's theory of AI flash cloning? Weiss: Heh, true. But that's because Cortana was modeled after a human brain. So, Caboose. Now can you tell us what exactly transpired here before we both came? Just tell us the whole story. Caboose: Yay, storytime! This is going to fun. So you see, it started with me arriving at Blood Gulch and this tank lady named, Sheila...

Thirty minutes of the Blood Gulch Chronicles

Caboose:... and I said, "I meant why are we up here in the sun, when we could be standing down there in the shade". And then we stand under shade. The End! Weiss:... Blake:... Weiss:... This might take some time for me to process. Blake: Definitely. Though I kinda like this Doc. He's a very nice guy despite being possessed by a raging computer program.

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"Insecurities" - Eames x reader (Part 2) [Requested]

I'm sorry for the long wait. I made it super long to make up for it. Anon and @kingarthurscat I hope this is what you had in mind when you made the request or that at least you like it. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

requests are always open!

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog (let me know if you wanna be added)

A/n: Prompts are in bold.

The very reason you had been picked to be a part of the group was your ability to became whoever they needed you to be. It wasn't quite like Eames who could really become that person, it was more like an interpretation of a character. Like an actor would do, only you wouldn't be performing in a movie or a theatre. Usually very shy and stubborn you weren't so keen on putting yourself out there the way they had asked you to. But the need for money and your acting skills collected through the high school years as a way of getting more credits did the trick and with a little convincing on Dom's part, you were one of them.

Tonight was no different, you left your shy and awkward self in your hotel room, ready to be Sandy, a confident outspoken entrepreneur, for the rest of the night. The job was very easy to be honest, even though you usually hated when they used you just for your "womanly weapons" as Dom called them. However, being the only woman on the team, your input was required and there wasn't much you could do.

The plan was very simple: distract the wealthy, sneaky Arabian entrepreneur while Eames took whatever information he needed and then make your exit quickly and smoothly when Eames would give you the signal that it all went according to plan.

Flirting with wealthy men was quite the same every time. If you asked them about their job or a thing they have that makes them proud you could have them talking for hours on end. You would just have to throw a smile or a small laugh at the right time and that would be it. Easy job right? The fact that sometimes the men would be smoking hot it's just a bonus. They were boring but at least they were pretty to look at.

Much to your delight, this night, Azir was not only very handsome but he had a few interesting ideas too. Maybe you had been enjoying yourself too much, really engaged in a conversation with him, that you didn't notice Eames trying to catch your attention at first.

Over the years, you had come up with a complex sign language that would allow you to communicate in tricky situations without making a sound. Just a movement of an eye or a finger and the message or warning had come across. So when you noticed the English lad walking towards you while scrunching his nose, you knew that he needed a diversion.

"What is happening here?" He approached you and Azir that was quite startled by Eames' appearance. Thinking he was going for an angry/jealous boyfriend you played along.

"What are you doing here?" You asked feigning a shocked expression.

"I told you that I had a business meeting tonight, but you failed to mention that you'd also be here flirting with a stranger." He explained getting worked up.

"First of all, this is not a stranger, his name is Azir. Second, I didn't tell you because I didn't think you'd have cared."

"In what twisted universe I would not care about my fucking fiancée flirting with a man that's not me?!"

"Wait, what? What are you talking about mate? She doesn't have a ring." Azir chimes in, apparently disturbed by the idea of being accused to flirt with an engaged woman. Nice to see you have morals Azir, not just a pretty face uh.

"Where is your ring Y/N?" Eames inquired staring intently at your naked ring finger

"Funny you should ask, still keeping up with this game I see. It's not endearing anymore, cut it."

"What the hell are you on about?" He looked at you as if you had suddenly grown three heads, glancing towards Azir for support.

"I was so thrilled that after eight years you had finally found the guts to propose to me, that I couldn't wait to share the news with everyone I have ever shared a word with. Also to let them see the beautiful ring you gave me. Imagine my surprise when Karen comes up to me and say: "Do you know that the diamond in your engagement ring is fake?" Of course, I didn't believe her, she had always been jealous of me. But she insisted so to prove her wrong, I stepped on it. Diamonds, real diamonds, are unbreakable. But the one you gave me fell apart like a bread crumble." For added emphasis you turned to Azir, "can you believe it? A fake engagement ring!"

The poor lad had been swapped in this mess and was so lost that if someone had asked him his name right now, he probably couldn't be able to answer right.

"So what if the diamond was fake? My intentions behind the gesture were not."

"Do you even still love me?" You asked scoffing at his words. Noticing three bulky men storming into the hall you were in, you gather your things and without glancing towards both men, you stormed off into a hallway on your right knowing that Eames was hot on your trail. You turn around to see if you were safe but before you could check his hand wraps around your arm and drags you into a dark room to your left. The door closed behind you leaving you standing in the dark catching your breaths.

"Were they still behind us?" You whisper just in case they were close. You couldn't see him in the dark but even if you felt him close to you, when he put his hand on your mouth to shush you it still caught you off guard. Well then, I'll take that as a yes. Even if you couldn't see his face, being this close to him that you could feel his breath on your cheek, made your mind wander and suddenly you were thankful for the dark otherwise your reddening cheeks would sorely stand out and Eames would tease you endlessly.

Turns out that you spoke too soon seeing as, while you were lost in your daydream, he must have drawn out his phone, because a light suddenly shone in the room. It was a janitor closet because at your feet there were cloths and buckets. It was indeed a small space as you've presumed, your chests were touching and if he wasn't taller than you, your noses or worse mouths would too. This realisation certainly didn't help your blushing situation.

"Is there a reason why you're blushing like that?" He asked and really, you knew it was coming.

"Can we get out, please? I think we're safe." You said trying to play it cool. The twinkle in his eyes made his amusement very clear to you, nevertheless he spared you and moved his hand to the door handle. Much to your dismay, it wouldn't budge, even when he tried with more force. Eventually, he had to stop and admit defeat. He turned to you and almost as if you had rehearsed it you exclaim at the same time:

"Well shit."

Groaning you lower yourself to the ground while he wrote something on the phone, probably asking for some help but you know that you'd be here for a while if you had to wait for one of the guys to rescue you. Sensing your discomfort he sat beside you and you knew that he was going to confront you about your weird behaviour. Being observant was part of his job, nothing went past him unnoticed, he was the best in his field for a reason after all.

"So, since we have a lot of time to spare, will you tell me what's wrong darling?" As you predicted he asked softly. Having worked alongside one another for quite some time together with his observant self, made Eames one of the person who knew you best. It wasn't something you were happy about but it was a fact.

"Oh that was Sandy, Eames. Don't need to worry about a fuss over a fake ring." You joked trying to deflect. Classic textbook move and he knew it.

"That was a good stunt out there, not going to lie, but you know I wasn't talking about that. You've been acting weird since we've come out of the room." He insisted. You knew Eames so you were conscious that if you told him to let it go he wouldn't press you but for some reason, you needed to know if he saw you. I mean even if he did, it wasn't a big deal right? No one was perfect and as you were painfully aware of his annoying habits now he knew that you hadn't a perfect body. You could live with that. Conforming to the standard norms of beauty wasn't something you had to do. Besides, nothing was ever going to happen between you. So even if you had a crush on the man and your constant bickering was more subtle flirting, why do you care so much about what he thinks of you? Yes, he probably has been with a lot of breathtaking women but that didn't mean anything. You couldn't compare yourself to other, imaginary in this case, women. It's not a healthy thing to do and besides everyone is beautiful in their own way. You knew that it's just that most of the times you have trouble applying that way of thinking to yourself.

Well then, here goes nothing. This pep talk is pointless if you don't address the elephant in the room. And so gathering all your courage, you did. But wait- how exactly am I going to go about this?

"So, you know that I'm usually very quiet and reserved right?"

"Yes, I know how important your private space is to you. I promised I've not touched anything." He said reminiscing that time when you literally went ballistic when you saw him entering into your room without your permission.

"I know you've learned your lesson don't worry, I wasn't referring to that."

"Then what's the matter?" 

"I'm not saying you did it on purpose but have you, by any chance, stumbled upon a very naked me early today in the bathroom?" I finally let out not meeting his eyes. I think it's a fair question to make, sure the answer won't change the fact that he saw me if he did but at least I'll stop wondering about it. However, Eames was known to be very unpredictable so you hoped that he wouldn't feel offended about it nor that he'd tease you for it. For a little while, he didn't say anything but you could feel his eyes on you. Knowing him he was probably studying you and thinking about what to say.

"Will you go mad hatter crazy on me if I tell you that I accidentally took a peak? I honestly thought that you were done and telling me that I could enter when you opened the door. However, I didn't do it maliciously or anything. It just happened, I'm sorry." He explained confirming your assumptions. So he did see you. Now what? However stupid it may sound, you believed him when he said that it was an accident. How different could my body from others anyway? Pretending to not be affected by his confession you just shrugged your shoulders muttering a quiet "it's okay". Needless to say, it was not okay. How were you going to look at him now that you knew he's seen you in your most vulnerable state? Ugh, why did you have to be so complexed? Couldn't you be just as easy going as Sandy? Life would surely be easier.

"If it's okay, then why won't you look at me, darling?" He insisted. Gosh, why won't he let this go?

"There's literally no light in here, how do you know if I'm not looking at you?"

"Because I know you and apparently this held a deeper meaning to you than you want me to know. You should know by now though, that I notice everything. Besides, how can we still work together if you refuse to look at me?"

"I can pretend to be a different person then so there's no problem." you mutter jokingly

"There's no need to pretend with me. We're room buddies!" He said making you laugh. He could be so silly sometimes.

"You can always be yourself with me you know. To be honest, you should never be afraid to be you but I know that that's a tough thing to do. However, I thought I was part of the gang now. That you trusted me and all."

"I do trust you, Eames. I wouldn't be working with you if I didn't. And yes you're part of the gang but neither of them has seen me naked you naked."

"And that changes things how?"

"You have seen me in my most vulnerable and truest form. No filter, no pretending no anything. I can't imagine I was a very pleasant view. I'm just ashamed, that's all."

"You shouldn't be. I didn't think you'd be so insecure about yourself, that only proves how good at your job you are, honestly, but if it makes you feel better, I really like what I saw." 

"Yeah sure. Don't need to flatter me to make me feel better. I'm not delusional."

"No, but it seems that you're blind. I thought that my scandalous and obvious flirting was a dead giveaway of me liking you."

"Oh shut up, you flirt with every living thing. It does not make me special." You sassed because it was true. You actually thought he was into Arthur before realizing that he was like that, flirting seemed to be the only way of communication he knew.

"You don't need my validation to consider yourself special. You are no matter what I or any other guy says. Although, you shouldn't really question me. You know I'm always right."

"Could your ego be bigger?"

"Hey, I'm trying to help you here. No need to insult my ego. But it's not the only big thing I have if you know what I mean."

"You know what? I really appreciate your wise words but I think it's best if we wait for whoever you called in silence. Your ego is already sucking up all the air in this cubicle." you said nudging his shoulder letting him know that you were joking. Who would have guessed that he could manage to make your doubts disappear just with a few silly words?

He seemed to have understood because he wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder, getting comfortable beside him. The silence between you now wasn't uncomfortable but very welcomed, you knew he wouldn't be quiet for long so you enjoyed it while it lasted, your insecurities long forgotten.

[little-dragon-stories]

When indiscretion leads to... that!

Co-worker to... something pairing Kwon Jiyong and his female employee

Warning: well, it will lead to smut. Sex toy, double penetration, masturbation, dirty talk, what else??? 

Resume: Jiyong indescreet ass hears (and listen) a conversation about sex you have on speaker phone one night when you thought you were alone. He was already whipped for you. Now he can't take you out of his head. But careful tho, no touching permitted on the first date!

W.C. : 11 969 wow! This was suppose to be a one shot but I had to send it in 2 parts. Too many paragraphs apparently.  So, smut part is in the next part. Make sure to read, you don’t want to miss that.

I worked A LOT on this one. It's still not perfect, verb tenses are giving me a hard time. Hope you will enjoy nonetheless.

You’ve been working with Kwon Jiyong for 2 years now. 23 months to be specific. One day, you received a phone call from a ‘headhunter’ asking you to join an emerging company. All you knew at the moment of the interview was that the working conditions were excellent. It was well paid with flexible hours and working days. The only problem was: it was in South Korea. The company stated in the job offer that an all-included luxurious loft would be waiting for you near your work place and a translator would follow you until you are capable to speak korean fluently. Ready to take on new challenges, you flew to Seoul and start a new life there. You agreed for the loft but declined to have a translator following you 24/7, you need your space and it would have annoyed you. After all, with google translate, you can always be understood.

Never in your life you would have imagined that the said company was Peaceminusone owned by the one and only G-Dragon. Even in your country, Bigbang and GD were popular. You knew about it mostly because of their leader, he was a well known fashion icon. You have met him from time to time at the Paris fashion week or other social events hosted by Chanel, your previous employer. He was introduced to you by a common friend one night and that was it. Your relation was nothing less and nothing more than polite exchanges of formalities.

But there you are, working for him now. At the beginning, you were simply a colorist but as time spent by, you became one of the fashion designer of the company, working under the CEO’s order meaning Kwon Jiyong himself. After all this time working late hours together with other creators and staff members as well, you can say that you became ‘close’ to him. Well, not close enough to meet after work hours but inside the 4 walls of the office, the relation between you was smooth and enjoyable. He knew you enough to buy your favorites when he was paying drinks (or food) for the staff and instead of the «virgin» latte with sugar on the side for people to put it according to their taste, you would receive your «soy milk latte with a hint of cinnamon and honey» with your name written on it. Other employees laughed and called you, Jiyong and his manager (the only one with their name written on the drinks) ‘the trio’. You knew it was because you’re the only one who drinks your latte with soy milk but people would continue to tease you for that. It never bothered you and you don’t pay attention to it knowing their mockery are not malicious.

Working at Peaceminusone is very nice, you get along with other employees and to create streetwear clothes on your own was a dream job. Kwon Jiyong is a very strict boss. Even though he’s an idol, maybe even because of that, he’s working twice as hard as all your previous employers and he knows exactly what he wants and he wants it to be deliver at a specific time. His personality is calm, kind and charming though. He don’t need to raise his voice or threaten his employees for them to obey his orders. He just have to ask for something. He don’t care how you do it, he don’t mind the way you use to obtain the result he’s asking for. He is calm, sweet, polite and respectful. He can also be bubbly and play along with the staff. Specifically when he is with his hyung Seunghyun, or with his noona stylist that comes to the office sometimes when it’s the only time he had to have his hair dyed or cut. Really, you are happy. Well, at least, your life was under control. Until that night…

It all started with that conversation you had with your best friend from your home country. You were working late on a new idea you had and knowing you, if you don’t take the pens immediately, you would forget it the day after. So, alone in the office with only the maintenance employees in the building somewhere, not even on the same floor cause they had already cleaned the ateliers and emptied the garbage. They have said goodnight and asked you to activate the alarm at your exit and to report yourself to the janitor’s office before leaving the building. There were no reason for you to think that somebody would hear your conversation or even less to listen to it. But there you were, talking about your sexual life with your best friend on speaker mode to keep your hands free as you were sketching a trench coat while talking. Totally unaware of the presence of your boss, leaned at the door of your atelier, little interested in showing his presence as he was amused by the turn of your conversation.

«Well girl! I never said that I don’t have a sexual life, just that I am having ‘alone’ sex. See the difference?» You asked her. It was where Jiyong started to hear and listen to you.

«Of course I do. I wish I could do that sometimes but I am a married woman now… well, I just can’t.»

«You can’t what?» You asked her, intrigued.

«Masturbate y/n. Masturbate! Follow babycake» she chuckled.

«What do you mean, you can’t masturbate?” You questioned not connecting the dots «Do you have both hands in a cast»?

«I am a married woman, remember? I don’t cheat on my man»

«Sweet baby Jesus! Are you living in the 50’s? It’s your body» you emphased at the word «your».

«Y/n, you say that because you are a single pringle. Wait till you are married. You will change your mind. Also, my husband said that he doesn’t want me to touch myself».

«Hell no! Why do you accept that? Girl, I am deceived» She was not mad at you, not really but she was annoyed and it shows in her voice tone when she answered «You can’t understand, you are single, wait and see».

Maybe she was annoyed by that conversation but for god sake, she needs to understand that nobody else but her have the right to say what will happen to her body. Only your gynecologist can give the order not to touch yourself under some specific medical circumstances.

«In a way or another, sex toys are boring if you want my opinion» she declares.

«The man who will forbid me to masturbate is not born yet. And believe me, he wouldn’t stand a chance to call me his wife the day he would ask me not to. No one but me decides what goes into my vagina and when”.

«Y/n, you really use sex toys? Isn’t weird? Don’t you feel like you’re missing something?»

You smiled. She was not always so conservative, she used to be such a free spirit woman, how can a wedding changed someone like that? «Beside flesh and fluids… not really. I also prefer toys than having sex with a stranger and not being fucked well».

As you take the piece of paper in your hand and analyse your sketch closer, you realise that this coat you are drawing would be perfect with the fabric pattern that Jiyong showed you in the meeting earlier this week, he seemed to appreciate it so much. You’ll have to talk to him tomorrow since he’s supposed to come and approve the work done so far before sending the order to the sewing team. You write a note on the side, drop the sketchbook heavily on the drawing table and lean against the chair. Your feet are on the desk, eyes closed because it’s so late already and you are exhausted. Also, this conversation was taking a turn that annoyed you. You cannot believe that a woman born in the 90’s could have such an old-fashioned thinking.

«I am not saying that I don’t decide what goes in my vagina y/n. I just say I don’t masturbate because I don’t want to cheat on my husband. Since he is my husband and he asked me, I just don’t».

«You contradict yourself, you said your want to masturbate but you don’t because HE considers it cheating. It means he get to decide what goes in your vagina and what doesn’t».

You don’t care about what she does sexually, you just hate the fact that her man decided that she can’t touch herself.

«Think about it my friend...» you teased her «sometimes you are home alone for a week… a big dildo… a clit sucker… mmmmm! Do you know there is a new sex toy that sucks on your clit instead of just vibrate. You can come in 2 minutes top chrono. It does a better job at sucking my clit that my previous boyfriends did, that’s for a say! The things you miss because you are married now...» she laughed, interrupting you.

«Y/n, my babygirl. I love you so much, you silly. I let you play with your sex toys. I prefer to have a real man in my bed anyway».

«TOUCHÉ» you replied «you got me here. Of course it’s better with a real man, when the said man is competent. It’s warmer and smoother and all. But you know what would be even better?”

“No, but I believe you will tell me” she chuckled

“You know me so well… the best of the best would be a man AND toys. I mean… just thinking of it and I have goosebump» Shivering as you said it, Jiyong eyes on you. «Imagine for real, I just can’t… would be too good”.

“You haven’t found a cute korean to do it with you yet? According to you, your boss is sexy and hot!”

“Duh! My boss is G-Dragon girl, the king of Kpop!» For you, that sentence speaks for itself «and as I said, I didn’t taste the korean junk food yet, if you know what I mean” You both laughed at your statement. «So, until I found myself a nice man to share my sexual life with, sex toys will keep me awake at night!»

The eraser you were toying felt on the floor. Looking down, you didn’t see it anywhere. You lean and ultimately get down of your chair to have a better look. It’s when you turn your back from your table to face the door that you saw him. Kwon Jiyong himself. Your boss. Leaning against the door frame, his piercing eyes on you. A smile plastered his mouth the second your eyes met his. Not his usual polite and kind smile, no! A fucking smirk. The kind that means «I heard it all».

«Fuck! Nooooo! No! No! No!» you shout «I’m gonna have to call you later, boss is here» you hang on the phone before she could add anything. Shy, ashamed and in mental agony, you bow very low at him, hands crossed over your heart.

«I am so sorry Mr Kwon. I thought I was alone. Well, I was alone… but I guess I haven’t been careful enough to notice your presence».

«You couldn’t notice, you were kind of busy, right?» He teased.

«I am sorry and if you want my resignation letter, I will give it to you. I would be sad to leave your company because I love it here but I lack respect towards you and I will accept the consequences».

Even tho he never gave you the impression that he was a conservative person, you know you misbehaved tonight. Specifically considering that you are in South Korea and people are conservative and too timid to talk about things related to the body. Not to mention sex… even less sex toys.

You certainly are not expecting to hear the sound that leaves his lips. A giggle. He was laughing to the point he had to stop to catch his breath. But he started again as soon as he notice your quizzicals features.

«Hey, y/n. Why would I ask you to resign? You are my favorite designer here, I hired you personally. I need you. Aren’t you part of the trio, after all?» Oh! no! It came to his ears.

«You heard about that?»

«Of course, they are not the most discreet when it comes to teasing you, young miss and they tease you a lot. In their defense, your reactions are too cute, they will continue to do it just to see the pink on your cheeks» he chuckled.

When you realise he wasn’t mad at you, you are able to breathe normally again. He’s even in a playful mode, his gums on full display. He has a beautiful gummy smile, for sure. A unique perfectly shaped mouth with kissable lips. When he was laughing like that, he was more beautiful than ever if it’s even possible.

«For what you just heard, I am really sorry» you looked at the floor. «I have no actual words to tell you how sorry I am».

«Forget about that. I am an adult and I am not shocked to hear about jerking off. It’s a natural thing to do. So, it’s all good”.

What he was hiding from you is that he was in fact shocked to hear YOU talk about it. You, one of designer. His cute, effective and hardworking favorite. Not to say you were beautiful for his taste. Everything regarding you is beautiful. Your eyes, your skin tone different than his caramel skin, the waves in your hair, your small and delicate but well define body frame. Your voice and facial expressions each time you’re explaining your drawing and sketches passionately. The stars in your eyes each time he gifted you a piece of clothing that you have drawn, now perfectly sew and ready to wear.

Tonight, imagining you with a sex toy engulfed into your core... He had to use all his strength in order not to undress you right here, right now.He wants to show you how a real dick, his dick, would make you feel. But… you never said you wanted him, right?

The fact that he was your boss turned him down too, if he’s being honest. He doesn’t want you to feel obligated. He doesn���t want you to think that you HAVE to do it. He doesn’t want to use his power or position and ultimately make you feel uncomfortable at the office. If only he had heard you say something about him. If he had catch a glance, a message or a sign that you were interested in him, he would have made a move. But never did you.

Oh, he catch your gaze on him a couple of times. Each time you seemed lost in your thoughts, not even realising what you were looking at. You have that habit of fixing things and toying your hair when you are thinking. So he never made a big deal out of it.

«Still Mr. Kwon, I never wanted you to hear me talk like that».

«It’s ok Y/n. Next time, keep those conversations for when you are at home and it will be all good».

«Thank you Mr. Kwon. I won’t do that again I promise».

«Can you stop calling me Mr. Kwon. Call me Jiyong, please. I think I asked you 100 000 times already». He asked, smiling gently. His predatory gaze was gone for good now.

«I’m afraid I can’t. It would be uncomfortable» you answered. You were raised like that, being extremely polite with olders or with your employers. You can’t help it.

«That could be like your punishment, the consequence for the conversation I just heard» he just thought about it. If it needed a situation like this to make you stop calling him by his patronyme, he will use it against you and finally hear his name being cutely pronounced by you. After all, you still have that sexy english accent when you speak and he can’t wait to hear his name pronounced like that. Just the thought of it made him flustered.

«I guess I have to accept then Jiyong ssi».

Finally, he heard it. It was so cute and so sexy at the same time. «Thank you y/n. I appreciate the effort. Now, I have papers to sign for tomorrow. I will be in my office if you need me».

«Well, I will make my way home. See you at the meeting tomorrow?»

«Very good. Have some rest and see you tomorrow».

A few days went by and you didn’t made a big deal out of him hearing your conversation. You just continued to work hard at creating clothes for the next collection. He was happy with the direction that you and the creative team took, you understood his demands very well. You did noticed that he was more frequently at the office although you didn’t pay attention to it. After all, it was the beginning of the creative process for next season and he was there to make sure that his vision will be respected. Everybody at the office noticed that he could have work from home as he usually does and that something was different recently. They noticed the way he was staring at you. The way he was not concentrated as he used to be, his eyes on you.

He couldn't help himself. He tried to be more discreet but each time he saw you shift on your chair he was distracted. You’re talking, he’s listening to you. You eat, he looks at the things that enters your mouth. You get up to go to the bathroom and he follows you with his eyes, nervously waiting for you to come back at your desk. People in the team, they all noticed those little changes in his attitude. Everybody but you. To be honest, you couldn’t noticed. Since that night, you avoided him as much as you could. You address him in the meetings but other that that, you try to avoid being in his presence but mainly you avoid eyes contact as much as you can. That too, people noticed. They knew something happened between you and Jiyong but they didn’t know what it was. You were not bubbly and spontaneous anymore with him. You weren’t cold or you didn’t seem mad either. But it was different. Normally, he would come to you and you would start to chit chat about random stuff, laughing and finishing one and another sentence. Normally you would have jump from your chair and run to his office when you have that “wonderful idea guys, let me explain the concept yall will love it” excited and smiling if he loved your idea, deceived if he didn’t. You normally had a nice working relationship.

It’s not that you didn't want to talk to him anymore. You were just really ashamed that the man that you found the most beautiful and that you would die to get to know better, heard you were using dildos on your lonely time. He heard things that you do in your intimacy, things you wouldn't even share with nobody else but your best friend. He heard it. Not that you are ashamed using toys, it’s just that it’s nobody’s business. Now, that he knows this little detail about you, every time your eyes meet, you wondered if he remembers and you feel naked in front of him.

An entire month passed by since that night. Jiyong was at the office for 1 or 2 hours a day only, to make sure that things were all good. Sometimes he would also video call when he was out of Seoul. But in a way or another you were in touch with him on a regular basis via phone calls, texts messages or face to face. You became your real self again after a certain time. The conversation with your friend was now a vague memory and you didn’t pay attention to it anymore because he never mentioned the incident and didn’t change his attitude with you, you thought. Jiyong for his part didn’t forget at all. In fact, the more he sees you, the more he is crushing hard for you. Specifically today as you are wearing those jeans that fits your booty perfectly and the perfect shape of your breast caressed by the silk of your floral white blouse. You were so feminine, delicate, stunning. Most of all intelligent, thoughtful with everybody and so sexy. You were just perfect and he was about to lose his mind. His noona stylist was here to cut his hairs today because he have a photo shoot in the afternoon. At least, the cut will be fresh, hair will just need to be placed. As he was reviewing some documents, while she was cutting, she notices the several times he lifted his gaze from the papers to look for you. Just like if she was able to read his mind, she asked him:

«Dongseng, what are you gonna do about it?» He hummed as an answer, looking vaguely at her above his shoulder.

She repeated her question but she changed the pronoun ‘it’ for ‘y/n’.

«What do you mean»? He asked, not surprised to be transparent in front of his loyal noona Taehyun.

«Kwon Jiyong» she says «Woman are lining up for you and yet, here you are! Drooling for the only woman in South Korea that doesn’t seemed to want you».

If they only knew. Ever since you were caught talking on the phone that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about that smirk he had on his face when your eyes catched his. The same charismatic smile, that sexual vibe that he has on stage. In the office, he’s just a «normal» person. Acting normally. But that smile, those eyes he had, it reminded you of G-Dragon in all his glory. A predator chasing its prey. It last only a few seconds before he giggled and brought his hand in front of his mouth like he always does when he’s shy. Only a few seconds. But you will never forget those staring eyes and that smirk. The intensity of his look, his whole presence almost like he was looking at you with his whole body. It was enough to give you material for your lonely nights for at least 100 years and beyond. You avoided him at the beginning because you were ashamed but also because you were afraid that if you catch those eyes once again you would do something very stupid like inviting him out for a drink. Or worse, tell him «fuck the meal, the restaurant and the date. I want you direct in my bed».

A date with him, you wouldn’t say no to that. The more you knew him, the more you are charmed. He was the complete package deal. Sexy, funny, brilliant, imaginative, artistic, caring, thoughtful. Among it all, beautiful. His smiley tattoo, when he handed you something, never failed to make your knees weak. You would like to kiss that smiley, take his hand and drag his tattoo onto your cheek and snuggle it with your nose. For some reason, you are all squishy about this tattoo.

«Jiyong, I am begging you… You have to do something if you want to come back on planet earth again».

«See, if ever I do something with her, there is no coming back on earth possible. I would be all over the stars and we would stay there… » he answers, half dreaming, half laughing.

«Fucking in the pink clouds?» She asked, laughing.

«You… you… you» He tries to tell her she was too much to handle but you were coming in their direction.

«Jiyong ssi, the final version of my sketch is ready. I made the changes you suggested»

«How is it?»

«I kept the one I originally draw and made a new one with your ideas so you can compare».

«I am asking you y/n, what do you think? Does it look more grounded, like I suggested it would?»

«To be honest, I preferred it like it was before. The lines were more pure. The details you asked me to add will make the fabric less visible and in my opinion, this fabric speaks for itself. But ultimately, it will be your decision. Come by my atelier when you can. I will show you».

When he entered your little but lit workplace filled with markers and sketchbook and plants everywhere, he was charmed by the fine line of your neck. Rarely he sees your long and perfect neck under this angle with your hair tied in a messy loose bun on the back of your head. He was charmed by the delicate skin, the tiny mole just behind your ear that he would like to kiss over and over again. He would like to grab you by the bun as he push his tongue into your mouth. He would like to kiss you eternally. He’s sure you will feel good against his lips. There is no other way possible. But you are his employee. He’s your fucking boss.

He cleared his throat to signify his presence.

«Come on in Jiyong ssi» you said without looking at him.

«Hey, how did you know it was me?» he asked out of surprise.

«Well, I recognised your voice» you answered and right away you started to show him the sketches that you have done. He wanted to ask why you recognised his clear throat sound and so many useless but also capital things: Why do you smell so good. If you have a man that you go on dates with since he heard you say you were single the other night. He wanted to tell you that he was willing to use those sex toy with you, he really don’t mind either if you continue yourself even being in a relationship. He wanted to tell you that the mole behind your ear was arousing even more than porn. That you look so pretty when you stretch your body after a long period sitting. That you have the most beautiful eyes he ever seen in his life. That he was deadly falling for you. Instead he hears himself say «You were right little miss. It looks better the way you imagined it. Good job». Blushing, you were happy with the compliment and he had to leave your atelier when your eyes met his. The way you looked at him through your eyelashes… Jesus! He’s completely under your charm.

It was later that night that he catched another conversation between you and another of your friend. Again. You were helping her since she asked for your advices. She was younger than you (but still an adult) and she had decided that tonight she would lose her virginity. While you were talking on the phone with her, on speaker mode again, you were lost in your drawing and again, you didn’t hear Jiyong snitching in your atelier. In your defense, he was not suppose to come back in the office before next week, leaving for Japan with his bandmates for some promotion.

«… doesn’t want to go down on me» Your friend whined.

«You can’t force him. I don’t really know what to do in that case. He doesn’t HAVE to... » you answered.

«But I want to be eaten out at least once in my life ya know...»

«Understandable! But you can’t force him. He can’t force you either. Both of you will have to do things you are comfortable doing».

«But I really really really want him to go down on me». She pleaded.

«Well then, tell him that.» She interrupted you «I asked him once. He said it was something that repulses him. He said he will never put his mouth there, that he never will. To be honest, he barely touch my vagina while I jerk off him on a regular basis… he said… he said it’s full of germs and…”

«Sweet baby Jesus! Then you will have to choose between HIM and good sex. It’s up to you girl. But if you want my opinion...» no, you won’t tell ner that this man is a lost case. After all, you don’t know him. So instead, you take your most kind voice and state “tell him how you feel. Tell him his attitude makes you feel like you are disgustingl!”

«You think so?» She asked, deceived that the man she loves was like that.

«Well, as I understand it, he thinks pussys are disgusting. It means no head for you. No sex on the kitchen counter either cause you know… dirty. Is he germaphobe?»

«Silly… I don’t know»

“Maybe if you give him head, he will see how good it feels and he would like to return the favor… “ you say it without conviction.

You jumped of your chair at the idea just had.

“Oh! My! Fucking! God! Imagine if you squirt on his sheets! He will lose his mind» You both burst out of laughter.

You were sad and deceived for her. She had been dating him for a few months now and she was really excited about this relationship at the beginning.

«You need to talk with him. Making love is suppose to be fun. We have to respect our own limits and our partners limit too… But if he thinks that vaginas are dirty and disgusting to the point he barely touches it, what’s the point in having sex with a woman?”

As you were speaking, a thought came to Jiyong’s mind. He was completely seduced by your duality. The cute and blushing you, with pink on your cheeks when he gives you a compliment or when the other staff members tease you versus the liberated woman he heard talk on the phone twice. He was charmed by both of your sides. And tonight, he wants to get to know you better.

“Y/n…. Why am I so unlucky… he was too perfect of course something bad had to happen»

«Talk to him. See if your expectations and his could fit in together. No pun intended» you smiled at your genius mind. You were on fire tonight.

«Good point». You took a sip of water and started to draw right after. Inspired.

«Anyway, I have to go y/n, I can hear his car in the driveway»

«Good luck my friend. I am rooting for you! Woop! Wooop!» you shout loudly. “Call me if you need me. I love you”

“Love you too y/n.”

When you hang on the phone, Jiyong debated with himself for a split second only. He had the choice. He could move back silently and pretend he never heard it. Or he could have a little fun. After all, your conversation gave him an idea on how to approach you. He knows for a fact that now, there is no turning back. He wants you and he will make everything possible to have you. He will put you CEO of the company if you have a problem with him being your boss. He don’t mind at all. He just want you. No, he needs you. He’s longing for your touch and your kisses. And your smile. And your whole body. He wants to get lost on your smell. He wants it all.

«You were right little miss. What’s the point in having sex with a woman if you don’t want to touch her. Maybe he thinks that his penis will found its place by itself in her core without having to use his hands. He needs to realize that a stroke of a magic wand will not do the trick».

Jumping out of fear, you turn to his voice. You shouldn’t have. If the look in his eyes was hot the other night, tonight it was fucking burning magma. His eyes were filled with desire and he was staring at you like you were his prey. His girl. His toy. You knew that something was going on. Intimidated by him, you tried to avoid what he was going to add by taking advantage in the conversation, leading it somewhere else.

«You have the irritating habit to listen to my intimate conversations Kwon JiYong» you snapped.

«And you missy, have the bad habit to talk about sex on speaker phone at the office» he replied, crossing his arms in front of him.

«Well, yes. But I was alone. And you shouldn’t have listened. I could have talked about very personal things».

«You mean the fact that you use dildos and other toys to please yourself? I know it already...»

Ouf! That was harsh and he realized he might have pushed it way too far when you choke on your own saliva. He wanted to seduce you, not to humiliate or upset you. He put his hands in front of him in a peace manner and came closer to you.

«Well, I have an idea. What about we see if your expectations and mine would fit in together» he was using that phrase you just used with your friend earlier. Was he trying to seduce you? His gaze was still sharp but it soften as he add «What about a date with a pretty ok man but unfortunately he appears to be your boss? Would you be willing to get over the fact he is your superior and accept to go out with him?»

Dear lord! He was asking you out. You were shivering from the inside but didn’t want him to notice. Still mad at him for listening your conversation, you fumed:

«My boss wants to ask me out? Why?” You raised your eyebrows. He was not expecting that question. He was expecting a lot of thing but “why”.

“Because Y/n, I would like to get to know you better”.

What was happening? This wonderful man in front of which you humiliate yourself is asking you out on a date. Feeling like a prey for him, his eyes looking at you intensely, you wanted to take advantage and reverse the roles. He had soften his voice and his gaze but there was still that predatory light in his eyes.

“I would say, you know me enough and you are way too reckless».

Oh! Lord! The image he had of you since he heard your previous conversation was accurate. You and him would be continually fighting for dominance. An eternal combat, sexually speaking, and it was turning him on way more that he expected. How can the ray of sunshine you, the fluffy shy ball of love could be a fatal woman like that, it was behind his comprehension. But he wants to dive in, blindly. He clicked his tongue on his teeth 3 rapid times as he was gesturing ‘no’ with his index.

“The things I would have miss”

The smile that crossed his face had an immediate effect on you. Your knees went like marshmallow and your core started to tickle. You could tell, he was “playing”. He was enjoying that verbal game too much. He came closer to you. Not closer enough for you to feel uncomfortable if you didn’t want him, you still have enough room to feel safe.

«For real y/n. Would you accept to go on a date with me, even if I am your boss». You just looked at him, processing the fact that he was REALLY asking you out.

«Can you answer me? I would like to know ...»

«I think you put too much importance in our status. The fact that you are my boss wouldn’t stop me from dating you. But...»

He freezes, certain that you would reject him.

«But the fact that you keep listening to my private conversations would». Damn it. He knew he was screwed when he looked at you crossing your arms over your chest, chin up and a cocky smile on your lips.

«Ooooh I see… how can I make you forgive me?»

«You’ll have to find your own way Mr Kwon. On that, I wish you good night». You say while unnecessarily assembling the papers on your table.

«Wait… Maybe… I… What if...» He was nervous and that melted your heart way more than all the cats video you watch on Youtube while eating ice cream. You were touched and overwhelmed and squishy to think that you have that power on him. That he’s nervous to ask you on a date. Him, your perfect and sexy boss. Jiyong.

«I...» he started but you didn’t want to play more with him, after all, he was so cute and you really want to go on a date with him.

«If you find a way to make you forgive that bad habit of yours, I accept to go on a date with you. But you really have to make me forgive that… It might me tough...»

He doesn’t need to do anything else but say «I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have». That’s all you are asking for but if you tell him this, his excuse won’t be sincere and felt, right? How come he didn’t even think about it?

He came closer to you and held his hand out, palm up. The second you put your hand in his, you feel an electric shock in your whole body, a subtle but perceptible thrill running through you. Your reaction didn’t stay unnoticed by Jiyong. He bends down and lays a light kiss on the back of your hand, a shy smile enlighten his face when your eyes meet again.

«You forgive me now?» He asks. You don’t want to let him «win» that easily either you want him to believe you are not interested.

«Let’s say it’s a good start but nope» you answered with a smirk.

Here you were, playing again. Little did you know, those words you just said gave him the worst idea ever. A light starts to twinkle in his eyes and he says, blinking «Perfect. I accept the challenge» he gave you a kiss on the cheek to seal the deal «I’ll see you when I come back from Japan little miss. Be a good girl until then» and he leaved your atelier.

Oh no! What have you done! What kind of monster have you liberate…

You talked with him a couple times while he was in Japan, always on conference mode and strictly for affair. It was a little weird if you are being honest. During these phone conversations, you kept remember his lips on your skin and the memory of this contact made your heart beat faster.

«Does everyone agrees with it? » you hear him say, lost in your lustful thoughts.

«Yes», «I do», «Of course» your coworkers answered.

«What about you y/n, I didn’t hear you?» All eyes are on you. Among the 10 persons in the room, you didn’t answered and he noticed.

«Yes, I agree with this color concept» you shyly say.

«Fair enough then. I will see you all on monday morning, have a good week-end».

The idea of seeing him again at work made you feel uncomfortable. Since you didn’t talk about «dating» again with him, you are scared that he had changed his mind. If you only knew…

Saturday morning, a text message from him woke you up. He was the only person that could contact you because your notifications were off except for calls or messages from his number.

Jiyong : So… I am back in Seoul, getting off the plane at that very moment. Paparazzi will catch pictures of me texting you.

You: Welcome back Jiyong ssi.

Jiyong : Your place, tonight at 7.

You: I thought I said no date before you make it better…

Jiyong: It’s not a date. When I will bring you out on a date, you will receive a beautiful dress and all the accessories that goes with it. Tonight, since it’s not a date, you can even wear joggings ;) Cancel your plans, I’m coming for you!

You: …

You: see you at 7, I guess

Jiyong: (If you change your mind, don’t open the door and I promise we will keep our professional relationship intact. Feel no pressure at all to open the door and you won’t even have to explain why you didn’t want to push it further. I promise, you won’t have any problem at work because of that). So… See you at 7 unless you don’t want to see what I have prepared to make you forgive me.

You: I will open the door, I am way too curious :)

Jiyong: Good :)

He didn’t add anything and neither did you. You were excited and thrilled to see what he had planned. What’s on his mind? You know for sure that he planned it when you were face to face in your atelier. You know it because you saw the light in his eyes, the playful sparkles. This couldn’t have been caused by the idea of buying you flowers or chocolates… Well, you will have to wait and see.

You spent your saturday afternoon shopping with a friend. You have bought a lot of pretty clothes and jewelry. You surprised yourself a couple of times when you had found yourself admiring a piece of clothing, thinking it would fit perfectly on Jiyong. You were halfway scared and amused by your thoughts.

You come home at about 17h00 that night. You needed time to take your underwear from the rack in the middle of the living room and fold them carefully. You clear out your stuff and fastly sweep the broom. You don’t want Jiyong to see your messy side tonight. You take a not so long bath, shave every part of your body. You wash your hair and carefully apply a treatment on them, always receiving compliments from your friends or your co-workers when you use this product. Apparently, your hair looks soft and they smell good when you use it. You wanted to be perfect for Jiyong because you have no idea what he has in mind.

Jiyong never made it on time for meetings or for planned phone calls. But tonight, he knocks on your door precisely at 7h00. Surprise that he didn’t had to ask the janitor to call you (they don’t play with security in your building), you open the door with a question mark on your face. Jiyong look above his shoulder to check if there something bothering you behind him. That’s when it hit you, he don’t have his winter clothes on neither his boots.

«Jiyong, where is your coat»

«Aren’t you gonna let me in first?» He laughs. You move back and gesture him to enter your loft. He’s concerned because he doesn’t see a smile on your face yet.

«Are you scared that I might get cold?» He tease «You are so thoughtful, it’s cute». That’s when it appeared in the corner of your mouth, a little, unsure smile.

«No… Sorry but I was more concerned on how you passed the security guard without having problems».

He laughs, flashing his gums.

«I see, you don’t know… y/n, I live in this building, I even own it» .

«You own the building?» You asked, shocked for no good reason. You know he’s multimillionaire already. «I see, that’s why the company provided me a loft here, since it all belongs to you, the company and the building».

«Yes, you’re a smart cookie». He teased but inside, he was shaking. He don’t want you to reject him because you get scared of his money… He can’t lose you for some banal consideration like that. Trying to lighten the atmosphere he add «I can come and visit you in my pajama if I want… see how practical it is?» You smile and reply «Well, not really since you said in an interview that you sleep naked».

Why in hell did you have to say this? You are such an idiot sometimes.

«Touché...» he muttered, his smile wide and his eyes disappeared. God dammit with those smile eyes, it always seduce you and makes you weak.

You notice that he has flowers in his hands. «Ooooh, it’s for me?»

«Yes, it’s for you». He hands you the flowers, bows at you and immediately cross his arms behind his back, mysteriously hiding a gift bag from your gaze.

At that very moment, he’s scared that he went too far. He’s not so certain that his idea was good. Not at all. But since he’s here…It was a perfect idea, funny and hopefully practical but now, with you in front of him, he’s not sure anymore. He needs to gain courage.

«You look beautiful tonight» he said timidly. Feeling he was really shy, you wanted to tease him, but just a little.

«Tonight only? Ouch, that hurts Jiyong» you say but your smile tells him you’re not mad at all.

«No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that» He was embarrassed anyway. He was so cute, you regret saying it right away.

«Jiyong, I am playing with you»

«I know, but still… I didn’t mean it that way» He answers, sheepfully. You have no idea what he has in mind but it’s certainly not sexual, he’s a fluffy ball of cuteness. «You are beautiful. End of the sentence. Just beautiful. And I am glad that you opened the door for me”.

He was so cute, it was indescriptible. He had his hair dyed and cut again since the last time you have seen him, now in a light shade of blond but not platinum. He was gorgeous.

“Thank you so much for the flowers, they are beautiful. They are my favorites”. You say as you smell the flowers.

“Yes, I remember”

“You remember? Have I told you what my favorite flowers are?” you ask, intrigued.

“Not to me but to secretary Min at the office. You were talking about girly stuff and I remember you said those were your favorites”

“Amazing! Thank you, I love them. I think it’s the first time someone gives me flowers”.

“Really? Wow! I am glad to be the first one”

«Come, I will put it in a vase» You walked towards the kitchen counter followed by him. He found it hard not to fix your booty as you’re walking. He never saw you before in that kit. A pair of “mom style jeans” and a fit black shirt that zip in the back all the way down the shirt. It was so short, if you lift your arms up, he might actually see the skin on your stomach.

«You made yourself comfortable in here?» he wanted to focus on something else than your skin.

«Yeah, it’s amazing. We don’t see or hear the neighbors, the view is spectacular, the furniture is modern, design and practical. There is a problem tho” you said looking at him with a pout “in my contract it’s written that I can’t own animals. I might have to negotiate that close with the owner of the building. I want a cat”.

He laughs, relieved you’re not having a real problem in the loft. He don’t want you to move out.

“What a coincidence, I know him very well. Let me see what I can do”. His eyes are almost just a thin line as his smile widen.

“Oh! My! God! Jiyong, really? May I have one?”

He was delighted to see your excitement. You seemed on a defensive or more accurately on a anxious mode since he came in.

“Yes, of course. I have one myself”.

[angelamoores]

Friends Definitely Don’t Ask Each Other Out

A/N: this one was tough for me to write, and I still don’t love the final product but a special thanks to @rorythevambire and @mychenrymadness for their help talking me out of my funk so I could finish this. I set out to make this a lot less angsty but I was listening to kinda sad music so it turned out like this

Word Count: 2,409

anyway, tagging @kiddangers @ciara-knightly @chenoahchantel @up-the-tube @ginger--binger @cactus-con @charlottepage lmk if you wanna be added/removed

School the day after their midnight escapades to Nacho Ball was a disaster. Not because anything crazy happened, more because Charlotte and Henry could not stop falling asleep. Everywhere. In class, stood up in the hallway, in the janitor’s closet, even on random patches of floor. It had gotten to the point that they both ended up in detention, but to no one’s surprise, they both fell asleep in that too. 

Their extreme tiredness, however, was their only reference to the night before. Neither of them knew how to address their almost kiss, so they just didn’t. Although in actual fact, on the way to work was the only time since then they’d both been conscious enough to discuss it. Not that either of them were ready to bring it up in front of Jasper. 

Instead, they let him take over the conversation, listening to him talking about his crush on the new guy in their class. Every now and then, one of them would catch the other staring at them and they’d share a look, a smile. For a minute, Charlotte let herself picture Henry as not just a best friend, but as a boyfriend. 

Sure, he hadn’t always been the best boyfriend to other girls in the past, but he wasn’t fourteen anymore. He had matured a lot in the last few years, especially due to his job, and it had been a long time since he’d had one of those overly dramatic relationships kids have as an eighth grader before understanding it was never love anyway. Charlotte had never taken part in this experience, deciding to sit out the whole dating thing until she was old enough to have real feelings. And she was beginning to realise that time was now.

These secret glances and heart eyes followed them down into the Man Cave. Only they really weren’t that secret. It was to Jasper. He was so occupied by the text the new boy Lucas had just sent him that he wouldn’t notice if his own hair was on fire. As far as he was concerned, as long as they were talking, all was good. However, Henry and Charlotte were given away by the fact that Ray had eyes. 

He hadn’t seen the two of them this in tune since they were kids. They walked in tune with each other, said the same things at the same time and got flustered every time there was silence, looking at each other’s faces a little too much. It was when Ray saw Henry perched on the back of the round couch, with Charlotte sat below gazing up at him, that he intervened.

“Kid, c’mon. We’re gonna go take the Mancopter out on patrol,” he announced, after deciding this would get less push back from Charlotte than if he tried to fake an emergency somewhere. 

They hadn’t done it in a while, so Henry widened his eyes in concern, trying to figure out if something was wrong. Ray just shook his head with a smile. Henry rolled his eyes, but got up all the same.

When they reached the helicopter, Henry approached the driver’s seat, but was stopped by Ray’s hand on his shoulder. On the way there alone, his sidekick had zoned out approximately four times. And despite being indestructible, he didn’t particularly feel like crash landing that day. 

They didn’t really speak much during take off, despite wearing headsets so the noise from the propellers wouldn’t be an issue. Henry was off in his head, thinking about Charlotte yet again. Things were different now, though he could still turn back. It wasn’t easy as it had been before, with Bianca and Chloe and the other girls he had asked out. His friendship was on the line, and he honestly didn’t know what he’d be without it.

Charlotte called him to make sure he got to work on time every Saturday, she helped him with his homework in a way no one else had ever been able to. She held him when he cried and made sure he slept and drank and basically kept him alive. It wasn’t fair on her, the way he relied on her, the way all the men in her life had grown to depend on her. But she’d let him. And though she complained, she never made him feel like a burden; even when he knew he had been. Henry couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly when. But somewhere along the line, she’d become his favorite person on the whole planet.

And it wasn’t just what she did for him. It was the way she lit up when she was telling him something new and smart she’d learned that day. The way her nose scrunched up when she was concentrating. The faux-innocent smile she’d give him after stealing his food or saying something sarcastic. The nights he’d wake up shaking at the thought of something happening to her because of him, how his heart picked up when he heard her scream for help. 

“I’m scared, Ray.” Henry broke the silence. They’d been circling Swellview for a while now, thinking to themselves.

“What of?” His boss responded. Henry turned to give him a look, he was well aware he hadn’t actually been discreet. Ray sighed. “I know you’re scared to ask Charlotte out, but why?”

Henry let out a breath and leaned back into his seat.

“In case something happens and our friendship is ruined. I don’t think I could do all this without her.” His voice was hesitant, but Ray nodded, letting him know it was okay to go on. “And if- if I did y’know, date her, it puts her in danger. If anyone found out she was dating Kid Danger, she’d be a target. I can’t have people taking out their hatred of me on her, I just can’t.”

Ray thought for a moment, trying to come up with something to say to reassure him. He wasn’t stupid, he knew this life was a hard one, especially for a kid. It was a lonely one too at times. It didn’t matter how many people knew their secret, there were somethings you could only understand by going out there everyday, running after villains and criminals and doing whatever other work the police didn’t feel like doing that day. It was because of this that they shared a bond no one else had. And despite their differences from time to time, it would never go away. 

That was why it was so important to him that Henry wasn’t alone. Settling down had never really worked for him; however it was clear his accomplice was different. Ray had been selfish these last couple of years, yet maybe if he could be of help now, maybe things could change. He could be better.

“Charlotte is a smart girl. If she likes you as much as I think she does, she’s already well aware of what dating a superhero would bring. It’s her decision to make, kid, she’s never liked you telling her what to do.”

As much as he wanted to argue, Henry knew that he was right. Every time he’d tried to protect her from something, she’d just try do it more. It didn’t make him fear for her safety any less. 

“And as for that stuff about your friendship,” Ray continued, regardless of Henry’s continued inner turmoil, “you two have been in each other’s lives far too much for any fight to ever change that. Don’t let fear of breaking up keep you from getting together, it’s hardly like either of you are exactly in the friendship stage anymore anyway.”

Henry nodded, finally allowing himself to actually see this working out. Maybe he had gotten so used to all the good things in his life being able to be taken away at any given moment that he had stopped letting himself want them anymore. It hurt less. But sometimes it took losing things to realise what you’d had in the first place, at least that was how he had felt about his powers.

“Thanks, Ray. That was surprisingly helpful.” Ray feigned hurt, but really he had amazed even himself. It had been too long since the last time he was the adult in their serious conversations. When Henry had become mature enough to handle things himself, everyone who was supposed to be responsible in his life had just stepped back and let him handle everything. 

They didn’t speak much as they landed and walked back down to the Man Cave. Henry has far too concerned with planning out how the fuck he was gonna ask out his best friend. Ray was right about them being past friends now though, because friends definitely don’t ask each other out. 

It had to be big, right? But Charlotte hated stupid extravagance, especially in public. But if he was too casual about it she’d be offended. He knew it had to be perfect, but that was about all he knew.

His thoughts were soon interrupted, when he was greeted by yelling as the tubes came up around them.

“Where the fuck have you guys been?!” Charlotte yelled, dropping her phone from her ear, which he could now see was calling him. Ray opened his mouth to reply but never got the chance. “Some crazy guy came into the store claiming someone gave us something of his to sell and threatened to blow the place apart if we didn’t give it back. Schwoz and Jasper have him trapped upstairs, but they could probably use some help.” 

Ray headed straight for the elevator, drawing a blaster from his belt. Henry moved to follow, but he stopped him.

“Kid, maybe you should stay down here,” Ray muttered, gesturing subtly to Charlotte who was now shaking, on the verge of tears.

Henry nodded, mumbling a ‘good luck’ before slowly approaching his friend. As soon as Ray was gone, she whipped her head around to face him again as if she wasn’t crying. He didn’t get any closer, both remaining on opposite sides of the room.

“Why weren’t you answering your fucking phone?” She asked, trying her damnedest to keep her voice steady. To project anger over her fear.

Because of the events of the night before, he hadn’t had time to charge his phone and it had died earlier that day. However, he couldn’t blame for any of this on her the slightest, so all he said was “it’s dead.” 

A couple of seconds passed in heavy silence before either were willing to say anything. “What happened?”

“I was bored, so I volunteered to do Jasper’s shift upstairs. It was fine until this guy came in, bitching and screaming about how we had something valuable that belonged to him,” She recounted, getting louder and louder with each word until she was shouting again, it was easier to be mad at him. “He told me he had a bomb in his bag and I laughed. I laughed, Henry, and I told him ‘good luck with that’, I’m gonna call Captain Man and Kid Danger.”

“Char-” he started, but she ignored him and kept yelling. 

“I called you right in front of him and you didn’t pick up. I called Ray, no answer. I called you again, but this time when it went to voicemail the guy was the one laughing. He was insane, making stuff up to scare me, I know that now. He didn’t know just how cruel he was being when he told me with such certainty that you weren’t coming, when he implied that he had done something to make sure of it. And I couldn’t reach you, to confirm if you were okay, or even alive.” She spoke the last three words differently, with more emotion behind each letter. 

There was so much he wanted to say. He wanted to do all the right things to make her feel better, but the words weren’t coming. He just froze. 

“What the hell were you two even doing up there, Henry? And don’t lie to me.” She was sick of the tip toeing around their feelings, of taking things so slow they were barely moving. She had thought that she had lost him today. None of the little things she had been worrying about going wrong could be as bad as that. 

“We were talking. About you.” She folded her arms and raised her eyebrows. “I LIKE YOU, OKAY, CHARLOTTE?” For some reason, he was the one yelling now. It was out there, no take backs.

“YEAH? WELL MAYBE I LIKE YOU TOO, HENRY.” 

They both strode forwards across the room, crashing their lips together. Or rather their noses. Charlotte knew she had to tilt her head, but she had angled her head a little too far to the right, bumping her nose against his. Henry put a hand on her chin, connecting their lips properly, though they were both still giggling against each other. It was less awkward after they were able to stop pretending they were characters in a romance novel. It was sweet and new and so much better than she imagined. Because this was the real Henry, not her knight in shining armor, but her best friend.

“So, is kissing me as good as in your dreams?” He asked, pulling away with a shit-eating grin and smiling eyes.

She didn’t exactly have much to compare it to. If someone had told her a few years ago that her first kiss would be with Henry Hart she would have laughed in their face. Huh.

“It’s even better, doofus,” she beamed as if the smile was permanently tattooed to her face. She’s had the shittiest day she’d had in a long while, but none of that seemed to matter right now.

“So,” he started scratching the back of his head, only now realising he was still in his Kid Danger suit, “how about a date?”

“Friday?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 6,” he replied, trying to be smooth.

“We both have work that evening so I won’t be at home anyway and you don’t have a car, Hen.”

“Fine, you’ll drive us both out from work at 6?”

“It’s a date.” The words felt foreign coming from her mouth, yet she felt a new wave of excitement. It was crazy really, they hung out together, just the two of them, all the time. But this was on a whole new playing field. She leaned back in to kiss him again when-

“IT’S A DATE?” Jasper screamed.

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hi! if for whatever reason you’ve stumbled upon this after November 2020, you get the bonus content of the beginning of part 4 I never finished! enjoy! :

“What’s a date?” Charlotte replied too fast, she’d always been a terrible liar. Henry tried to hide his laughter by burying his head in the back of her hair, his arms around her shoulders not exactly selling her denial.

Jasper was far from the most observant person, but it didn’t take a genius to read the room. He’d literally walked in on them about to kiss. He gave her a look, holding eye contact until she cracked.

“Fine! We are going on a date, but I don’t want everyone to know just yet,” she admitted. 

Henry scrunched his nose behind her. “Ray, kinda knows,” he confessed, stepping out from behind her and into her eye line. 

She sighed. “That’s what you two were doing in the mancopter.”

“At least Piper doesn’t know,” Henry offered.

“Well…” she trailed off.

“Okay, is there anyone who doesn’t know about us?” He asked, only partially annoyed. It was kinda sweet that neither of them had been able to shut up about one another.

“What about you guys?” Schwoz questioned, reentering the room with the memory wiper that he had just used on the crazy guy upstairs.

“Oh, just that they’re going on a date,” Jasper replied with a smile, a full five seconds before he slapped his hand over his mouth. 

“Seriously, Jasper,” Charlotte groaned, wishing that any of this surprised her. Honestly, it was a miracle that they had managed to keep their identities a secret.

“You have to admit it’s kinda funny,” Henry laughed. It would’ve been nice to try out the whole dating thing and get settled in their relationship before it was announced to the world, but in the chaos they already lived in, what was a little more.

Jasper wasn’t quite sure how to feel now that he saw the two of them beside each other. He’d had a week to get used to the idea of them dating, but it felt different now that it was less hypothetical. He made the decision there and then that he was going to be happy for them. They had enough going on in their lives than to have to worry about him. He would say something if they left him out too often, not that he thought that was likely to happen. It was still gonna be the three of them against the world, at least that’s what he told himself.

It was getting late and after the day they had and the lack of sleep the night before, they were all pretty ready to go home. The tubes came up closer to his and Charlotte’s houses than Junk n’ Stuff, so Henry made his way over to them, chewing a bubble to turn back into his own clothes as he walked. 

By the time he’d changed and was on the launch pad, he looked out to where Charlotte was stood in front of him looking mildly annoyed. Wondering why she wasn’t stood at the other tube he glanced across to see Jasper stood there waiting, completely oblivious. He smiled, he’d been waiting for an opportunity to do this for a while.

“Char, c’mere,” he mumbled, opening his arms. She obliged, doing a little walk run over to him. Once she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him and she looked at him the same way she had when they first kissed.

“Up the tube.”

…

Piper groaned, perched on the end of Henry’s bed as he tried on a ninth outfit. 

“She’s seen you sick and dying, you could literally wear anything!” she yelled to where he was changing in the closet, but he ignored her. It didn’t matter that he’d known Charlotte forever, tonight was their first date and he had to look perfect. He opened the door revealed his latest pairing of clothes that didn’t match. “Not that, though.”

She sighed, finally giving in as walked into his wardrobe. It took her approximately eleven seconds to pick out a top, belt, pants and jacket before wordlessly setting them out on the bed in front of him.

“I hate you, how’d you do that?” 

“I follow Charlotte on Pinterest, she has a board called ‘Outfits That Would Look Good On Henry’, it really wasn’t that hard,” she laughed. 

Henry would ask why she had neglected to tell him about it up until that point if he didn’t already know. He tried to look mad, but he couldn’t fight a smile. He really needed to see that board.

spoiler alert they were then going to try go to a restaurant in a car Charlotte built herself but it breaks down and she tries to fix it whilst he sits on the bonnet and orders food to the car and they sit there and watch the stars together it was gonna be cute but know life happens :/

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Lupin Family Rant

Teddy absolutely adores both of his parents, but growing up he spends the most time with Remus. Tonks has a full time job as an Auror (and gets even busier when Kingsley promotes her to Head Auror a few years after the war) so for most of his infant and toddler years he spends enormous amounts of time with just his father. Teddy never minded and probably didn't even notice. Remus encouraged Tonks to keep her job because she really loved it, and she keeps it because she's doing good work and protecting her family by hunting dark wizards, so she doesn't mind either (though she misses Teddy to death whenever she's gone).

For the first couple of years after the war Remus is exclusively a stay at home dad, which he's totally fine with, but he happily accepts the job offer when McGonagall re-hires him as the DADA Professor (around the same time Neville starts working there, or a little after maybe). From then on he normally brings Teddy to work with him (although he also goes to work with Tonks when Remus is especially busy or needs a break, in which case Tonks looks after him with some additional help from Harry, probably Ron, and Kingsley, who fucking loves Teddy).

He also gets babysat by Andromeda or Lyall when both his parents are too busy or need a break, Harry takes care of him sometimes but normally Teddy stays within the family (I also imagine Draco babysitting per Andromeda and Narcissa's request "it would be good for you Draco he's your baby cousin". Astoria absolutely loves Teddy). Teddy actually has a lot of babysitter offers because his parents friends are always more than happy to look after him (he's a really good baby). Charlie isn't allowed to babysit unsupervised anymore though, because of a little "incident" involving a baby dragon ("it seemed like a good pet idea at the time, Dora, can't blame me").

Most of the time though, he doesn't need a babysitter, because his parents are super involved and attentive (and overprotective, especially Remus). Even when Remus takes Teddy to Hogwarts with him he just keeps him close, normally sitting at Remus' desk coloring or reading a book. A lot of kids are jealous of him because he got to go to Hogwarts before he turned eleven.

He had the run of the castle long before other kids would even be told it existed. The professors don't even mind, because they all love Remus so they all love Teddy. McGonagall especially adores him. So does Flitwick, who let's Teddy sit in on lessons even though toddler Teddy has absolutely no idea what's going on. He seems to enjoy watching students practice charms though.

Even Mrs. Norris and Filch like him, which is unheard of! But when Teddy was very small and just learning to walk regularly, Remus would let him practice toddling down the hallways by himself (keeping a watchful eye on him) and Mrs. Norris would trot alongside him like a good kitty protector! Teddy would give her treats and mice, so she absolutely loves him, and not even Filch can hate a baby as cheerful and happy as Teddy! And Teddy is a hugger, always has been always will be, so whenever he sees people he likes, he of course runs up to give them a hug. That includes hugging Filch, which lowkey terrifies the other students because who the hell is this kid who hugs the freaky Squib janitor?

When Teddy starts school for himself, Neville is the one calling students up to the sorting hat, and Teddy is absolutely vibrating with excitement. Everyone who knows him isn't at all surprised when he's sorted into Hufflepuff, and when he hops up from the chair he hugs Neville then makes a beeline for the Professor's table so he can hug Remus, who praises and congratulates him, then waves him away to take a seat at the Hufflepuff table.

From then on out, before every meal Teddy will clamber up to the professors table to hug Remus before taking a seat for himself. After every meal he'll do the same thing, climb up to the table and hug his dad. After the evening meal before he goes to bed he'll hug Remus goodnight, every day, every year, even when he's seventeen he never misses a single chance to hug his dad. He takes special care to give him gentle hugs around the full moon.

Every full moon, Teddy will stay awake all night, worried about his dad, and is out of his room the instant the sun is up to hike down and make sure his dad is resting comfortably. He'll leave breakfast next to Remus' bed as well as some medicine from Madam Pomfrey, then goes straight to breakfast. He's incredibly attentive after a full moon, working doubly hard at his homework so Remus doesn't worry or feel the need to nag him.

The day before Remus comes back to class, Teddy will go around and collect snacks and get well soon letters from students and teachers, then make a big gift basket and leave it on Remus' desk for him to find before his first class.

Teddy always takes time to have tea with Remus at least once a day, and has a tendency to spend many of his free periods lounging in Remus' office, lying out on the couch there like he belongs there and reading from Remus' collection of books. He has friends of course, but nothing beats sneaking into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors office just to chill out and have tea with him. No matter how old Teddy gets, he's never too old for his dad.

And he's never, EVER too old to tell Remus he loves him. He'll kiss his mum on the cheek, or kiss his dad on the cheek, and if people laugh at him for it he just feels sorry for them, because "it's sad you don't feel secure enough to kiss your parents and tell them you love them, maybe you need family counseling ✌😔" and people lowkey hate him for it but hey he doesn't give a shit because he has the best parents in the world.

Remus and Tonks raise him into a confident man who doesn't mind crying in front of people, or hugging people, or kissing his parents hello or goodbye, he's gentle and loving and strong and probably one of the toughest kids ever because he knows how powerful love is.

He hugs literally everyone he knows, mostly the professors and his friends, including McGonagall, and the other students of course think he's insane, but the professors always hug him back because why wouldn't they Teddy is precious.

When he learns the Patronus charm he's one of the first to manage a corporeal form, and when it comes out as a wolf he gets so excited he jump-hugs Remus.

When he faces a Boggart for the first time his greatest fear is revealed to be both his parents dead and he starts crying so hard he can't cast the Riddikulus charm and Remus has to cancel the rest of class to calm him down.

When Teddy was still really small, like between birth and at least nine years old, he would trace the scars on Remus’ face and arms. He grows out of it when he gets older, but at the same time the older he gets the tighter he seems to hug Remus, because he deserves it.

Teddy loves changing his hair color like Tonks does, but that’s pretty much the only thing he ever changes, because he really loves how he looks, and loves that he looks so much like his father.

He has a similar personality and humor to his mother, very excitable and happy, seems to see the light in absolutely everything. He’s also cunning, wildly intelligent, and as sarcastic as Remus, literally the perfect blend of both. He definitely pulls his share of pranks, but he never gets caught red handed. Although admittedly he’s probably the only one Filch won’t bust, and Remus will scold him but he’s grinning the entire time (luckily Teddy doesn’t pull anything too dangerous, because putting himself in danger for the sake of a joke is the one thing Remus will not tolerate, and Teddy WILL be yelled at and grounded, but Remus just doesn’t want him to get hurt).

Teddy goes through a phase where he has very vivid night terrors and will wake up in a cold sweat, and the one thing that calms him down is being able to talk to Remus, so he’ll get out of bed and go down to Remus’ room (Remus stays at the school when class is in session to be close to Teddy, though he goes home on the weekends, and sometimes Tonks stays overnight to spend time with her boys).

Filch has caught him on occasion after one of his nightmares, but seeing how scared Teddy looks, and noting his white hair, he’ll just mutter and escort Teddy to Remus’ room before leaving them alone (this is what happens when you’re fucking nice to people, including Filch).

Remus cries the hardest when Teddy graduates, but so does Teddy (and all the other professors cry too). He and Tonks are proud as FUCK when Teddy joins the Aurors and is eventually recruited into the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable, which is considered a HUGE honor. Teddy still stops by to have tea with Remus, and only agrees to move out when the Ministry agrees to attach his fireplace to the floo network so he can floo to and from his parents home (of course he can also apparate any time he wants). His long term goal is to get a house as close to his parents as he can get, because no matter how old he gets he’s still extremely attached to them both, and they want him close too because he’s their only child and they will forever be overprotective.

And I’m gonna stop here because this has gotten ridiculously long but hey I love the Lupin family who are all alive and well and happy together. Teddy is 21 this year and is spending time with his family as we speak, probably eating dinner and telling his parents all about his day oh no I’m sad QwQ...... I love them so much.