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reallygrossstuff · 2 years

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Bro - Instant Dough, Just Add Water

Finally an upload! Sorry for the long delay, I honestly don’t know why it happened. I’ll be back to weekly posting after this, so look forward to that I guess.

In this fic, Bro finds a strange package on his doorstep, purporting to be an 'instant meal tool'. What could possibly go wrong?

Comments, thoughts, feedback means the world to me! My ask box is open if you want to throw around ideas or just chat.

Bro sighed in satisfaction, pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe his slightly-damp forehead. Using his home gym instead of going out might have put certain limits on what he could do, but it also let him exercise at his own brutal pace without anyone staring or asking for advice, and that convenience alone was enough to justify the expense of constructing it.

More than anything he wanted to go straight to the kitchen for a glass of water, maybe some ice, but he’d heard some pretty insistent knocking on the door earlier that he figured he’d better check out. Taking a sword with him just in case, he peered through the peephole - nothing visible outside - before unbolting the door and looking around.

Nobody was waiting outside anymore, but someone had left a small package on the doormat. Its printed label was addressed impersonally to ‘the owner or occupant’, giving nothing away about its contents. One side of the box was stamped with some sort of logo, though not one Bro recognised. It didn’t explode when he poked it with his sword, so he picked it up and brought it inside, bolting the door again behind him.

On opening the package, he found a length of entirely unremarkable metal tubing, almost identical to the sort his showerhead used - albeit longer and larger. One end had an adjustable band to fit it to another tube, and some sort of filter too far in for Bro to pull out. The other end terminated in a declining point almost like a hose.

Giving the box a hearty shake just in case, a second item fell out; a thin printout, one double-sided page giving the only explanation Bro had yet to receive about the hose. One side explained that he had been chosen to receive a complimentary ‘beta product’ due to his continued patronage of the company, though it failed to mention exactly which company this was. More than likely it was one of the fitness companies he bought his machines from - it would explain the metal construction, and he could never remember all of their logos anyway, they were too generic. The other side explained the beta product’s intended purpose; when fed clean water through the filtered end, the hose would dispense an “instant meal substitute” for him to consume.

“Weird as fuck thing t’ just give out with no warnings,” Bro murmured, making sure he hadn’t missed anything. There was nothing else on the paper, though, just the instruction to enjoy the product as specified and a hope that he was satisfied by it. “What the hell, though, water’s cheap anyway.”

Finally going back to the kitchen, Bro fussed with the sink until he’d firmly cinched the finter end to the faucet. A few sharp tugs confirmed to him that the connection was good, after which he turned both faucets and started water pouring through the tube.

Bro could hear water gushing into the tube at full strength, but the shrinking hose end limited the rate at which it came out the other end. As he watched, a thick glob of pale liquid dripped out into the sink, followed by another one that grew only slightly faster. Ignoring his immature first impressions of its colour and consistency, he raised the hose higher and rested the end between his lips.

And ho-ly. The mix’s colour might have been plain, but its taste was anything but. Cool and refreshing on his tongue and throat, his first comparison for it was neapolitan ice cream. It had the right texture for it, and his taste buds lit up in a slow gradient of combinations as the meal cycled seamlessly between flavours; from chocolate to caramel to mango to strawberry to cookie dough and back again. Tipping his head back slightly, he sucked in his cheeks, trying to coax the hose to pour faster.

The taste might have been distracting, but it was still impossible not to notice the side effects. Bro hadn’t tucked his shirt back in yet, but already it felt tight against his stomach, the mixture sitting heavier in his gut than he expected. Sliding his free hand up under his shirt, he kneaded the sore skin gently, pressing his fingers firmly against it to try and soothe himself. At first there was no give, his stomach taut and rounded as if with air, but as he pressed there was a soft grrrrnnnnssh and the pressure gave, his belly dipping and sagging as if decompressing into a new flabby shape.

Bro knew he should’ve been concerned by this, but all he could muster was confusion, and only weakly. The drink was good, especially now it was coming through slightly faster, but honestly most of his acceptance came from just how... satisfying the heft of his new gut felt. Compared to the former taut firmness of his abs, his belly now quivered and shifted with each breath, wobbling casually against the button of his jeans as he crooked his fingers into the silky flab. Using the fridge as an impromptu mirror, Bro could also appreciate the comic imbalance of his new shape too - his pecs were well-defined within his polo, his arms toned, his legs in perfect form, and yet his belly was as doughy and shapeless as a bag of milk.

It was a compelling juxtaposition, even if it wouldn’t last long.

Feeling another tightening of his skin, Bro pushed away from the counter and walked out into the living room, taking advantage of the hose’s length to savour the way walking now felt. Every step made his gut bounce compellingly in front of him as if clearing the room for him, and with each shwip of denim on denim he could feel his legs swelling and tightening just as his stomach had moments ago.

When the pressure released there, his eyes were already trained on his lower half in anticipation, one foot propped up on the coffee table to watch in greater detail. The tight roundness of his legs oozed outwards with a long bwrrrrrrrnn, his jeans tearing around his thighs and calves as flab pushed between the stitches. The thigh of his bent leg sagged downwards halfway to his calf, which similarly relented to gravity. He already couldn’t see his feet past his gut, but even with one leg stretched out in front of him, his new leg meat fell heavily on the appendage, obscuring it from view.

Bro couldn’t resist continuing to pace, feeling how his legs now dragged together lovingly with long thhhhhwips and shlrrrrrps, forcing him to widen his stance indulgently. His belly was now propped up slightly by his thighs, only making it look bigger as it took up more space in front of him, but still he didn’t take the hose from his mouth. There was a second flavour in the ice cream mix now, like some sort of thick syrup, and it gave him just enough motivation to keep seeing this test run through.

Not a minute after his legs surged out, his arms puffed up with the same impending fatness. The puffing followed the shape of his muscles to start, accentuating his biceps and triceps, but by the time they were ready to go it looked more like he was wearing an inflated suit over each limb. When it felt like they were about to burst from their own pressure, they suddenly deflated and sagged with long gwrrps, burying his toned arms under leaden chicken wings that wobbled and shook under their own weight. His fingers thickened out into clumsy sausages, his forearms slightly less laden with fat but no more defined than any other part of him.

Bro closed his eyes for a moment, devoting his whole attention to the enjoyable strain and pressure of his new body. Even just holding onto the hose made his arm quiver from the effort of raising it, making the blobby sag of his upper arm ripple like a water balloon. His legs were forced to bow outwards by his meaty thighs, his dimpled knees shaking from the new weight piled onto them. It certainly wasn’t anything he would’ve done to himself, but he couldn’t deny there was a pleasure to just how bulky he was at this weight.

Just at the moment he decided he’d indulged enough and started to take his first step back across the living room, the hose shuddered beneath his hand like a living thing. The instant mix cut off entirely, the hose creaking as pressure built up within it. The metal began to stretch outwards as he watched, less like it was buckling and more like it was intentionally expanding in preparation for something. What had once been the same size as most of Bro’s own plumbing now looked more like the water mains he sometimes caught glimpses of through the storm drains, a thick length of piping with industrial implications.

Bro had just enough time to open his mouth wider - and feel the hose’s nozzle expand to fill the space - before a new taste filled his senses.

Neither cold nor hot, the thicker, globby mix was closer to room temperature. It wasn’t as sweet as before, but the sweetness felt richer, more natural. It was significantly slower-moving too, gumming up his teeth and stretching his cheeks outwards as the pump - because there was no other word for it now, surely - filled every available inch of space inside him. Bringing both hands up, Bro tried to force the hose out of his mouth with little success; even both of them together only gripped a third of its circumference, and the positioning wasn’t good to get any sort of handhold to shove against. It gave him plenty of time to puzzle out the exact taste and feeling of the new gustatory assault as he was forced through his unwilling taste testing, and eventually he decided the closest descriptor was that he was being pumped full of very sugary dough.

The process of eating felt much more deliberate with how globby the dough was, but its effects were even swifter than the ice cream mix. Bro felt the same ebb and flow work across his body, parts of himself firming up slightly before surging with new flub. At the same time, it crept out into new areas as yet unaffected - or at least partially spared - by his past growth. The sensations came all at once, tightness settling against his chest, in the strained seat of his pants, and across his brow and cheeks.

His chest was the first to succumb to the tidal wave of weight, his shirt rending with a great crrrrrrrick as his pecs turned into saggy, shapeless moobs. They sat heavily on his belly (a fact which produced a few unpleasant grrrrnns and brrrrrlrlrrls of its own), rising up high enough to block out a good two thirds of Bro’s vision. The flesh was smooth and unburdened by stretch marks or cellulite, a perfect wall of fat to quiver and wobble in time with the rest of his body. Every twitch and ripple made another scrap of fabric fall from his body, his skin so silky that not a stitch of it was trapped within his numerous new folds.

As he took a few (slow, ponderous, sweat-inducing) waddling steps forward, his balance was further played with by a great bwmph of growth from his backside. His jeans had been shredded already, but the waistband had continued trooping on, at least holding the tatters of it against him in some play of modesty; now the entire seat of his pants exploded into scrap, taking half of the waistband with it and leaving the rest to fwump in grateful surrender around his wide ankles. His boxers gave up instantly, even the stretchy elastic succumbing as his ass fwubbed out in every direction, going from something Bro was privately a little proud of to something he wouldn’t be able to fit through a barn door. With his ass pinning his legs in one direction and his gut pressing down on them in the other, his movement was halted, leaving him beached in the living room as he continued to puff up.

Bro’s face was the last part of himself to pudge up, the strange pressure of flab building for a good minute after the rest of him had succumbed to doughy smoothness. When it gave in, he couldn’t help but let out a distressed moan at the feeling, his head sinking slightly into the divot of flab between his buried shoulders. His cheeks fwubbed up comically into his field of view, his brow sagging downwards at the same time to leave only a sliver of unpainted ceiling visible to him. His jaw sagged under its own weight, lips parting slightly to let a small dribble of doughy feed escape down towards his chins, which had happily multiplied and merged entirely with his neck to create an immovable tube of fat.

Bro continued to wiggle his fingers and toes, grunting his exertion into the hose, but he was entirely immobile and he knew it. His arms were pinned directly out from his sides by the union of his love handles and belly, the tips of his flabby fingers just poking out from the extended tubes of his arms. His feet weren’t even touching the floor, surrounded by layered cylinders of fat from his knees all the way to his ankles, the pudge surrendering its shape against the floorboards to create a perfectly unshakable balance.

Despite his mere existence seeming to demand that calories be burned, Bro just kept filling out. His ass wobbled and quivered in the AC unit’s breeze, every twitch smushing it more firmly against the apartment’s front door. Though he couldn’t see an inch of it, he could feel his gut oozing outwards as pure marshmallow fluff, engulfing every piece of furniture and climbing up the walls with its size. Sensation was only somewhat dulled by his sheer size, allowing him to feel every bump and corner he was pressing into, though the most confusing feeling was the set of strange pressures against the front of his gut and the ticklish coldness that each of them caused. It was enough to make him squirm and struggle more, but not enough to actually budge the boulder of a man - only to make his stomach complain, filling his ears with deafening glrrrrshhhhhes and glooooooooorrrrrrrnnnnns.

All he could hope for was that someone would turn off the water main before he bankrupted himself.

James dusted his hands off thoroughly on his handkerchief, his eyes shaded by his hat as he tipped his head upwards towards the higher floors of the building in front of him.

Every single window he looked past was cracked or cracking, great spiderwebs of strain pressed into each of them. Cracks spread out between windowpanes and posts as the entire building bulged obscenely, shuddering and groaning loudly as if battered by a great wind from within.

Said great wind was clearly visible in each of the dozens of abused windows. Wads of flab oozed from every opening in the building, crammed through to find more room to grow into and quaking in the breeze. Each of them prickled with tender goosebumps, the only imperfection on the perfectly smooth lumps. One poor tenant’s custom window was only partially broken - the glass had all smashed and tinkled to the ground below, but the frame itself only bulged slightly, as if wanting to properly accentuate the cavernously deep and quivering navel behind it.

It was a pleasing sight, and certainly said promising things about the product’s efficacy (or at least Ambrose’s gluttony), but James was certain the building wouldn’t last long. The cracks were mostly around the middle of the structure, where the most bulging occurred, but they spread outward with each new second, great peals of brick dust and flaking paint showering down in a constant stream. Everyone had been moved out well in advance, of course, but there were still more preparations to be made by far.

Letting his eyes stay on the spectacle for a few more minutes, James retrieved his phone and dialled his lawyer’s number by memory. It took a lot of paperwork to buy out a whole city block, after all.

#really gross stuff #Bro Strider #fatstuck #weight gain #gigafat #(i think it counts)

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foxlover0615 · 1 year

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Karini: Whaf if...

Part 4: Stole the show

All out series Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5

Hawks x Blasian OC

✫彡☆彡✫彡☆彡✫彡☆彡✫彡☆彡✫彡

“Hero by day mysterious woman by night we have gotten a chance to meet the new pro hero Angela,” A woman says on Emily’s screen

Emily walks to a cat cafe cause she needs something cute in life

“Welcome to JP Entertainment I’m Ayaka Wild Where we spread our opinion on the drama while also spreading it ourselves,” Ayaka says as an intro screen plays

Emily was never interested in drama because she knew damn well she was the drama

Wherever Emily goes she has to know every little detail about everything thing interesting or she will explode

A waitress goes to her table where a cat pops up next to her and sits on her lap

“Hello I would like a mango boba tea with a mochi donuts please?” Emily asks and the waitress writes it down

“Okay and would you like to donate a dollar to charity?” The waitress asks

“No- Ouch!” Emily looks down and notes that the cat poked at her hand

“I mean Yes,” Emily says and took out a dollar to give to the waitress

“I’m not a fan of children and I quite frankly don’t care if they die cause they’re poor or cause they’re abused. Shoulda died at the womb makes life easier for them,” Emily says to the cat while holding it up

The cat pokes Emily again making Emily pout.

“Meow if you think I’m being a jerk right now,” Emily commands

“Meow,” Someone else says and the cat Meows right back

Emily looks to her left and sees a gorgeous BLACK guy next to her looking at her in disgust

“ZAAAAMMMMNNN~ Who is that?” Emily asks watching the guy walk by

Emily was intrigued by him but then remembers the show that was playing

“Angela has have this thing for keeping her identity a secret to the whole world,” Ayaka says

“ Probably a p*rn star,” Another guy says

“Jett what tells you she could be a p*orn star? I mean she obviously knows what she knows what she’s doing I mean look at her causing chaos. She obviously knows how to be a terrible hero,” Ayaka says laughing with Jett

“Well obviously, since this girl isn’t even made for the job I mean look at her do she even know her times tables. Not only that have you seen those shaky legs what dirty buissness have she been doing to for her legs to be shaking while standing still,” Jett explains while Ayaka looks at her in shock and Emily looks at them both in disbelief

“Never would I have ever thought I a person would look at me a say p*rn star,” Emily says to herself

“She could probably be the Allison chick you know from that j pop group. I mean didn’t she model for play boy at some point?” Ayaka asked

“Yeah your right besides they both have big personalities so why not it be Allison,” Jett suggested and Ayaka rolled her eyes

“ So you think just anybody with a curvy body could be her? How perverted of you to look at her that way,” Ayaka says crossing her arms

“Yeah Jett that’s very perverted of you,” Emily says and the waitress hands her the food

“Thank you,” Emily says making a mini heart with her fingers

Emily sees the smoke and fans it with her Sensu fan

“Wait a minute I know that fan you was here before wasn’t you?” The waitress asked Emily not noticing her angry reaction

“You left without paying the last time,” The waitress says and Emily turns towards her

Emily touches her arm and looks at her name tag

“Sakura why would I ever steal from a friend. I mean we’ve known each other since high school. Besides your the one that said I can keep the money,” Emily lies as the color violet circles her eyes

“Why would I-“ Emily interrupts Sakura

“Because we are friends now I hope you understand why I didn’t have to pay you then and even now,” Emily says and Sakura blinks multiple amounts of times

“Wait what are you doing?” Emily asks when she just suddenly collapsed on the ground

Emily was still holding her arm and she just let go

Sakura was coughing out blood nonstop

Emily called for 911 while more waiters and waitress went to help

The cat that was with Emily jumped onto Sakura and tried licking her head

“What the hell was going on?” Emily asked

Friday night

“Oh so now you think your the reason she’s possibly dead?” Hawks asked and Emily nodded

Emily (so far) has never killed anyone before because it was a scary thing for her to do

Emily was scared that she committed a murder and Hawks held her hand

“I just don’t want to go to jail right when everything was going good,” Emily admits and looks at him in fear

“Don’t use this quirk on people is you expect an outcome like this,” Hawks told her

“But that’s the whole point I didn’t know all this would happen cause it takes three times for a person to go insane,” Emily explains

“Well maybe she tried fighting back and in return she broke her brain,” Hawks says and Emily looks at him confused

“God no one knows what happened and how it happened it’s just…off?” Emily worriedly says and looks away from him

It was quiet for a few seconds but then…

“Hey have you heard what happened on JP Entertainment?” Hawks asked as the waiter gave them both their plates off food

“Yeah they called me a-“ Emily got distracted by the fact that the waiter had on a blue cat head with matching gloves

Emily and Hawks were speechless because of what they saw

“What? don’t act like you’ve never seen a person with a cat head before,” The waiter said and walked off

Emily recognized that voice as the same guy who worked at the restaurant

Only because she heard that he got fired

“Continue,” Emily said coming back to her senses

”JP Entertainment has just nominated for the hottest person award and us for being the hottest couple,” Hawks says with such confidence Emily rolls her eyes

“Hottest person that’s extreme (ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ) But still we literally just started dating and we’re considered the hottest couple even if they don’t know?“ Emily was confused but of course Hawks looked like he was loving the situation

“So I see you want to continue these dates~“ Hawks says in a flirtacious way while Emily cringes

“Nope not at all,“ Emily thinks

“ Yo of course and especially after you still consoled me even if I possibly killed someone. So just know I ain’t leavin’ you that easily,“ Emily with fake hearts in her eyes

“Where did you get that accent from?“ Hawks asked

“What accent?“ Emily asked but then Hawks got a call

Meanwhile Emily looked away and saw cat face dude take off his mask while sitting in an empty seat

Emily was mesmerized while looking at him

“Why do these men got me acting like this?“ Emily thinks to herself putting her face in her hand

“Hey Emily I’m sorry but I have to go,“ Hawks says in a disappointed voice

“Wait what? But we just got our food,“ Emily says confused as to why he’s leaving

“I’m sorry but work stuff turns out a criminal was spotted somewhere and I gotta be there,“ Hawks says then leaves her there

“Guess your having a fun time too aren’t you,“ Kenji says just randomly appearing in a seat across from her

“Kenji I actually am really sorry about you losing your job but I just wasn’t gonna pay-“ Kenji interrupted her

“Relax it’s fine. I just needed that job so I’d live a much more normal life. Cause being an assassin is B.S in real life,“ Kenji admitted leaning back against

“ Word cause I knew the stuff going on was like greusome but ’bout to become every horror movie killer combined,“ Emily says oddly enough connecting to him

“ Still after that freak accident didn’t think you would want to come and join us,“ Kenji says and starts eating the remainder of Hawks plate

“Why the hell not when the pay is hella good. Makes me consider actually staying,“ Emily admits which surprises him

“Stayin wit’ us was decision to make before you joined. Now you stuck wit’ us like how you stuck wit’ your little birdie friend,“ Kenji jokes when Emily blurts out something

“ As long as I’m with you I don’t see and problem with staying in the defenders,“ Emily playfully admits and Kenji swallows hardly

“What now?“ Kenji asked blushing a little

“Let me be real with you I liked you ever since I first met you cause you liked to take charge. You being handsome was the extra ten you needed to be a 20 out of 10~“ Emily blindly admits and turns pink entirely

They were actually both quiet when Kenji suddenly started laughing

“I’m so sorry it just what came to mind I-I didn’t mean to say it out loud,“ Emily says embarrassingly

“Don’t worry it’s and to be honest wit you the has been less borin ever since you’ve joined~“ Kenji says with a smirk and Emily blushes even harder

“Wow um so like will you go out with me?“ Emily asked

“Thought it was obvious,“ Kenji said with one eyebrow up

Emily gulped hard and just thought to herself

“Yep I truly know how to get any guy I want,“ Emily thought to herself

Years later

“You’re always getting yourself into weird situations and then your actually proud of having two boyfriends,” Courtney says finishing writing up her questions

“Well back then you know me and Hawks weren’t really a real thing so like why not get a real boyfriend since I decided to change from dating girls to guys,” Emily said lowering her voice on the last part

“How many girls have you dated?” Courtney asked and Emily was quiet

“W-w-well there’s actually t-too much to count,” Emily rubs the back of her neck

“Too much to count? You was 19 how many people did you date?” Courtney asked

“Okay it was one but let’s not go crazy over that-“ Emily was stopped by Courtney

“That’s not important right now what’s important is for me to understand is what happened to the supposedly dead girl?” Courtney asked and Emily’s face turned white

“Well you see that’s a story for another time,” Emily says

“What the hell you mean another time? We have 30 minutes EXPLAIN!” Courtney demanded

“Fine I’ll continue just know it’s not gonna make sense,” Emily gave in and continued her story

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reaperkiller · 6 months

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💢😨🍩🍓🌏🎁📎💧☁️💔 for luci :^) blease :^)

my god i have so much to say about him im sorry, you enabled me.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

not exactly a habit, but he doesn't have very good volume control at the best of times. sometimes he is whispering. sometimes he is yelling. he has no way of knowing which it will be and when. you think you've got it figured out??? you havent. get used to it. and then there's the vocal stimming. he will latch onto a phrase so hard thats almost all you hear for the rest of the week. he does try to tone it down a bit, but it helps him SO much with like. regulating emotions i guess?? like he has to do it to keep his brain from exploding in one way or another. he does often find other ways to stim that don't make anywhere near as much noise, which help him in very much the same way. but sometimes he just HAS to do it. it's like trying to hold back a sneeze. it feels bad and you feel wrong afterwards. there's also his habit of very loudly going WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! occasionally. which is something he has done for SO many years at this point, ever since he was a kid. it's less of a stim thing and more of a Brain Reset thing. like things will get too much. or his brain overloads. or his body is getting Too Tense. so he just goes WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE very loudly and then he's normal again. he has fixed himself. there are times when he does it multiple times a day, and times where he doesnt even do it once. he cant let you know when it will happen. and you cant get him to stop either bc it's something he Has to do. yes it will be startling to hear at first but it's easy to get used to once you know What it is, and that he's fine actually.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

there's no One or The Other with this, it entirely depends on the situation, current mental state, how much energy he has, etc. if he's thinking clearly, regardless of the energy he has, he will take himself out of there and get himself to calm down. with low energy it will take longer and will often need someone else there to help him settle down. otherwise, if he's not thinking clearly, or his brain has just straight up left him to his own devices, he will charge at the problem head on and try to get it to stop, which eventually turns into freeze. because he kind of realises whats happening. but doesnt have enough. whats the word. idk you known what i mean. not in touch with reality enough at that moment to like. get himself out of there. so he's just Stuck. until someone has to actively drag him out, or his brain snaps back into place for enough time.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

milkshakes!!!!!!! but they kill him so easily. ice cream too. he just cannot resist the temptation of a sweet pastel pink strawberry treat……… please just give him a smoothie or sorbet or something. same sort of effect but with 100% less death likely. please.

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

he LOVES his fruits and veggies. mostly strawberries and mangoes,,, and potatoes and carrots. he loves strawberries so much. btw. did you know that i bet you would never have guessed that that was one of his most favourite foods of all time. AND mashed potatoes. thats the one thing that gets him through a bad sensory day/week. mashed potatoes and soup.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

absolutely 100% without a doubt. he wants nothing more than for the people he loves to be Happy, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve that [within reason ofc, as long as it's safe to do so.] it's definitely an easy decision for him, he is an extremely caring person. it's led to him being used as an emotional doormat in the past, and he's learned from that and has finally set up boundaries for himself, but it's never stopped him from wanting to care for others, and help them in any way he can. if someone's in trouble and needs help, he will drop whatever he's doing, whether it's making food, working etc, and go to them as fast as he possibly can.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

he's happy with literally anything and everything. you can buy him a spatula and he would be excited about it. and thats not even putting on a front he just knows that someone put some thought into it, whether it was as a joke or a genuine gift, and appreciates it regardless. the best thing you could get for him though is books full of facts and trivia about absolutely nothing in particular. he is very good at gift giving bc he puts SO much thought into it. it might not make much sense when you first look at it, but you'll eventually realise that you really did need whatever he got for you, actually. it's always something Useful that you will keep with you for years. he's thoughtful like that [:

�� PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

HMMMMMMMMMMMM. he always wanted to be a teacher,,, never really had a subject in mind, but probably history. unfortunately thanks to So many external circumstances, he never got to do that. he works as a security guard now currently, but eventually starts working as a tutor for various subjects, as well as a music teacher on the side. and he has Never been happier. he loves helping people learn new things

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

youre killing me here thank you. he is often very insecure about how other people perceive him bc he can be seen as Very childish with the stimming, and his generally very excited and bouncy vibe that he has around him at all times. he Is very mature, and more than capable of dealing with serious and dark topics, but often worries people will just overlook that, and hide things from him bc of it. he's far more emotionally intelligent than people give him credit for. they just need to give him a chance.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

when he's happy. like. Really happy. he will start vibrating and his whole face scrunches up and he just NEEDS to hug someone about it. anyone. Generally it's the person who made him get that happy in the first place [and even then 9 times out of 10 it's his boyfriend] otherwise, he will simply hug a plushie or a cushion, whatevers closest to him. he Will also go WEEEEEEEEEEEEE about it but in a good way. he's very excited [:

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

talk bad about themselves, claim that theyre not deserving of all the good things that are happening to them, etc, etc. because he KNOWS they are more than deserving of it. and he will tell them that. as often as he has to in order to prevent them from spiralling. he just wants everyone around him to know how loved and wonderful they are to him, and he never gets sick of telling them that. he HATES seeing people upset, especially his boyfriend. even so much as just crying will break his heart. it makes him so sad!!! HE JUST WANTS EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!!! AND FEEL GOOD!!!! and he cant always control that or get there in time to prevent it. and it hurts!!! it hurts so much. but he can still try!!! AND THATS WHAT MATTERS!!!

#oc luci #oh yeah i dont have that much to say... [does this]#you enabled me. it's not my fault. theres so much to say about this little man

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greysphiladelphia · 2 years

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#Android bubble shooter 2 android#

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#Android bubble shooter 2 pro#

Release Date:January 2020 About the Creator:Bubble Shooter Pro is created by Softgames. Mobile: Aim and shoot by tapping and swiping. Controls:Mouse: Aim and shoot by moving and clicking. How to play:Shoot the bubbles and score extra points if the bubbles fall in the bucket. Should any section lower enough to prevent you from shooting, your game is over. Other than the occasional interruption from ads, the only thing that will stop your fun is if ball wall gets too low. The bottom of the screen is broken up into five sections whenever a ball cluster is matched with your shot, the balls cascade down into these sections and yield various amounts of points. In addition to the satisfaction of ricocheting a ball into a cluster of five or more linked balls, Bubble Shooter Pro also features a scoring system. Clearing the sides of the screen gives you the ability to bounce balls off the wall and up into places through a straight shot could never go. While you can only fire your balls from so many different upward angles, you also have access to a ricochet technique. While the premise sounds easy, there is actually some skill to playing well. The goal? Connect three or more balls of the same color to clear the screen. Play Bubble Shooter Pro now and enjoy the best online Bubble Shooter game!īubble Shooter Pro is a simple yet addicting "match three" puzzle game where you fire balls of different colors up into a massive field of other balls. If you do not explode bubbles, this is wrong and if there are more errors, a new line of bubbles appears at the top. The more bubbles you shoot in one go, the more points you get. Bubble 2 or more of the same color with the color of the ball to remove them. The goal is to remove all bubbles from the board by scoring as many points as possible. Is there something urgent? If you don't do that, you don't have to think about Bubble Shooter Pro, because it's an extremely addictive gameplay that lasts for hours and forgets time. Bubble Shooter Puzzle Match 3 Connect Mahjong Solitaire Zuma Block Word Hidden Object Mini Golf Pool

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theywerebothgirls · 4 months

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send me ideas to draw >:)

#mango is going to explode at some point

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #002

(from the 26th)

Are you CPR certified? I'm not. What genre is your favorite movie? Is "family" a type of movie?? Idk, TLK's generally a kids movie that's good for everyone to watch. The Meerkats is a documentary. Who was the last person you were in a car with? My mom. Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? holy mother of sacred god no. When was the last time somebody hit on you? The boyfriend was being a flirt the other day. Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around? My only "friend" that I ever actually see is Girt, and I am extremely comfortable with him. Who did you last spoon with? My boyfriend. Have you ever had surgery or stitches? Two surgeries as well as stitches twice; I fainted in the bathroom once and landed directly on my chin, and the wound needed them. My cyst surgery point of entry was sealed with stitches, too. Do you own any clothing that has animal print? No. Are you in high school? Way past that. Have you ever written a song? lmao I sure did as a kid... to the Nintendogs theme, I shit you the fuck not. Do you ever feel numb? Yes. Depression for so long will do that to you. Do you prefer being inside or outside? I get more out of being outside in the right weather, but a very high majority of the time, I'd rather be inside. When did you last use a lighter or matches? Gaaaah I'm blanking. Do you think the ocean needs more exploring? Well of course! The immensity of the potential of what could be found knows no bounds. Never stop learning. Is there a past relationship/friendship you miss? Friendships, yes. I will always miss Megan above all. Do you like mangoes? It's quite strange, actually: I don't like the fruit itself bc texture, but I LOVE mango-flavored foods. Last song you listened to? ... I picked a bad time to start a new survey asldkjfakwlejfr I swear I listen to like three other songs that aren't "Zick Zack." Did you use Vine when it existed? I loved watching compilation vids, but I never had an account myself to browse. What decorations do you have in your bedroom? Oh wow, a whole lot. My room looks very much like a teenager's, imo. Stuff I like just everywhere to make it all homey. Who is a celebrity you'd like to hang out with? LKJAKLSJDLFAWE Oliver Riedel PLEASE this man likes photography and is quiet and reclusive and shy and shit and like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, SAME HUNNY WYA idfc if he could literally be my dad I repeat WWWWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA How many amusement parks have you visited? Two, I think...? Disney and SeaWorld. Do you prefer chewy or crunchy textures more? Chewy. What last broke your heart? The fucking Supreme Court. Are there any events coming up you're looking forward to? Ummm I don't think so. What's the most random collection you've had or known someone to have? Can't say I'm sure. What's your go-to Chinese food order? I only ever get pork fried rice and usually an egg roll. What is something you're naturally good at? I hope this doesn't come across in a snobby, praising-myself sort of way, but caring about people is definitely an answer. I just always do; there're ways to make me not care, yes, but you generally have to be absolutely and utterly fucking appalling for me to manage not giving a shit about you. What flower did you last see? Ma got Ashley some sunflowers for her birthday the other day. How many plants do you have? Zero. Not my hobby. Are you currently nervous about something? bro I'm nervous for this whole country lmao When did you last get a new phone? It' s been a while. I need a new one. Have you ever attended a Pride parade? No, but I would absolutely love to one day when I can walk like a normal person. And not respond so incredibly violently to heat. My hyperhidrosis literally explodes at like barely 70* and it's just. A bad, bad time. What do you currently want? I was just messing with my hair, so there's a non-typical answer: my hair trimmed and DYEDDDDDDDDD. What last gave you adrenaline? Idk, not something I experience a lot. Have you ever played pool? Yep; we used to have this stacking game table growing up, and our favorite was pool. What time did you go to sleep last night? I knocked the fuck out at... what, 4 PM? Didn't wake up 'til 5 in the morning and even went back to sleep. I need to fucking watch this hypomania shit so that incident doesn't re-occur. I deadass thought I was working towards a seizure when I got in that bed and started spasming. What did you last use a knife for? Waffles. Can you do a proper push up? Absolutely not. Are you rebellious? I never really was, nah. What is something that makes you feel alive? Riding passenger with Mom and me controlling the music, specifically a new song I'm hooked on, loud and with the windows down. It is still so strange to me how that's one of my favorite things to do all the while being terrified of the road. Are you currently comfortable? I'm fine right now. I'm typically dealing with edema lately because of the 180 switch from not wanting to leave the bed to never wanting to be in it, but I slept so long yesterday/last night that my ankles and feet are okay today. Are you usually on time for things or late? On time. What is your favorite word? I like calming words like serendipity, tranquility, and... dude I feel like my ACTUAL favorite word is evading me, pls brain Do you ever make music playlists of songs to fit your mood? Ha, funny you ask; I'm currently working on a big ol' project of getting rid of the iPod I have had and actively used since I started MIDDLE SCHOOL, and I'll probably end up doing that after I transfer all the songs I want to keep onto Spotify. Like that iPod is a fucking fossil, and I would be L I V I D if it stopped working and boom, like ~1.1k songs gone that needed replacing. I gotta get with the times on this matter, haha. What is something you have 0 tolerance for? Abuse in any shape or way. Unless you are defending yourself, you don't fucking hurt another person, physically or mentally. Keep your goddamn hands and your angry tongue to yourself. Have you ever picked a lock? Uh, good question. Have you ever attended a protest? No, but I actually REALLY want to go to one after the overturn of Roe v. Wade. I couldn't stand long, no, but whatever, I'll sit my fat ass there with a sign I hope slaps pro-lifers across their rotten faces without me even touching them. I'd just obviously need a ride there, and I don't really think Mom would be willing to drive all the way there, and I KNOW she would worry about it getting violent and me getting hurt. Have a best friend? If you don't count my boyfriend, I really don't. Mazzy and Tez are absolutely my closest friends, though. Does it bother you when your best friend does stuff without you? No, he's allowed to have a life that doesn't always involve me. Do you keep any secrets from your best friend? Nope. He knows my biggest now and it was completely nbd, so it's safe to say our trust is fully functioning. There are things I wouldn't just randomly share with him, but if he asked, I think I'd tell the truth with anything. Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? More than one. What would you name your future son? Damien Vance, then whatever last name. Do you consider yourself a nature person? Well, it depends on how you look at it. I adore looking at nature, but experiencing it is a challenge for me to enjoy because I get hot SO fucking easily and pour sweat because of hyperhidrosis, cannot walk far at all without feeling like my knees might crumple, and I am TERRIFIED of ticks. Idealistically, I'm a nature person, but in practice, eh. What kind of collection would you like to start? It's fuckin RAMMSTEIN MERCH TIME bby. What helps you take your mind off your problems? Girt, more than anything. When I'm with him, my worries and stuff kinda just drift into the background. I can focus on the moment and be very grateful for it. Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family? I HAVE to live with someone. I would be way, way too lonely and depressed on my own. What states have you visited, that you remember? Excluding the places I only went through, I've been to New York, Florida, Ohio, Virginia, Tennessee, and Illinois. What countries have you visited? I've never left the USA, for the love of god please get me out of this dumpster fire. What countries do you want to visit? South Africa and Germany top the list, but I also think Ireland, Bali, Japan, and Egypt would be cool. What states would you most like to visit? Wyoming is #1 to spread Teddy's ashes in Yellowstone and also meet up with Mazzy and Tez!!! :') I'm also quite interested in going to Wisconsin to visit the Snake Discovery facility and hopefully meet Ed and Emily. Then there's California, just because A LOT is there, but it's not immensely important to me. I have some interest in seeing Michigan too, and all the photographs I've seen of Utah in particular blow my fucking mind. OH, almost forgot: Arizona! Seeing the Grand Canyon would be absolutely, positively magical, like for some reason I feel like I would cry there. Arizona also has wild tarantulas, so that'd be amazing to see!!! :') What are five careers you’ve considered? Paleontologist, vet, movie director, game designer, photographer. What’s your latest discovery? I was actually researching sleep the other day in response to my hypomania and learned some VERY interesting things, such as lack of sleep actually cannot kill you (unless it is related to a couple medical conditions) and it doesn't do as much harm as you would think. It was fascinating. Aaaand then the day after I pass the fuck out in bed twitching and spasming because I was so exhausted lmao Google please What do you wish your hair looked like? I'm very happy with its current style (but it really needs to be trimmed atm), but damn, it needs color. :( I've really been craving that lilac color lately. Which family member has your exact smile? Uh, I don't know. I have a very prominent dimple on my left cheek when I smile, and I do believe Mom has said her dad had them, too. I don't think anyone else in my immediate family does. Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with? Do I feel romantic love? No. But I will always, always care, to the day I die. Hell, quite honestly, I think in the heat of the moment, I might still jump in front of a bullet for him. What’s one thing you’re behind on? "Being an adult." <<<< WOW mood lmao How old were you the first time you encountered God? Oh, dear. Look at this world and tell me where the fuck he is, 'cuz I sure don't know. Have you ever hallucinated? Yes, actually twice now, I think. I did towards the end of middle school when I was homebound and coming off a certain medication; I would see shadows moving. And then literally two days ago, deep into my sleep deprivation, I think twice I experienced thinking I saw something move in the corner of my eye, but not like a shadow; I don't know how to describe this one. Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion? Even though I'm in a big ol' Ollie phase rn, Mark Fischbach still reigns supreme here, haha. How many subscribers do you have on YouTube? I wanna say around 70? I know because I looked at my channel the other day for something. If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram? I have two for varying sorts of photography: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura. Do you use Snapchat? No. Are you a fast texter? Noooo. I make typos a whole lot. ESPECIALLY with my tremors being so bad lately. Would you rather text or call? Still text lmao, fuck talking on the phone. Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them? I'm sure I do. Would you ever want to be a famous YouTuber? In my "what the fuck do I do to make money" desperation, I've considered being one of those PetTubers, but nah, it's not realistic for me. Do you know anyone who’s colorblind? My ex's older brother was colorblind to I want to say red and blue.

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song v (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, fluff, smut; a shit ton of kissing, oral (f), seokjin likes eye contact, slight overstimulation, he also seems to have a slight potty mouth when turned on, romantic sex, protected sex, shower scene, oral (m), this chapter is basically just sex, enjoy! (yes, the dilf dick is b i g) lingerie described found here for the visuals ~ words; 9,572

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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. You were like a little kid at the lead up to Christmas. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Actually, on second thoughts, you couldn’t think of a time you were this excited for anything, period. And all over the prospect of sleeping with Seokjin, and definitely not in the innocent way… He had in no way explicitly stated that you’d be having sex this week, but the insinuation was heavy in the air. Everything leading up to this moment was suggesting come Saturday night you would not be sat in front of Seokjin’s 75” television watching boxsets…

On the morning of you decided to pack a few things in a small case. You definitely planned on returning home in the day if needed or bored while Seokjin was at work, but the essentials were required: underwear, pyjamas, a few outfits, toiletries and skincare, your iPad, miscellaneous chargers. Soojung on the other hand was acting like you were never coming back…

“I’m going to miss you.” She whined, having been hovering around you as you packed. “Leaving me alone with smelly Tae.”

In a bid not to be alone in the evenings she’d invited her smelly boyfriend over for the week, but although she sounded irked it was all just an act. God knows what they’d get up to while you were gone, you dreaded to think. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best to stay at Seokjin’s place all week… You had no clue what you’d walk in on in your own home.

“I won’t be gone the whole week. Besides, we can meet up for lunch and stuff.” You often visited her at the department store, perusing the food court until it was time for her lunch break. You weren’t secluded from the whole world while away. What did she think was happening?

She helped you fold your clothes in momentary silence, deep in thought it seemed. “What if you love it there and want to stay permanently Dilf mansion?”

You scoffed immediately, taking the small pile of t-shirts from her to pack away. “Soo, way to jump the gun.” You’d been dating barely six weeks, hadn’t even had sex yet, moving in together was number 1 on the highly unlikely list. Although, sliding in a couple of pairs of flats into the top pocket of your case and zipping it up, you hummed in consideration. “Dilf mansion does have a ring to it though…”

Soojung’s attention was on another pile of clothing now – one you would be wearing this evening to leave for Seokjin’s house. Her fingertips brushed along the delicate baby blue lace of your lingerie, sitting on top of the pile and she looked up at you and grinned wickedly. “You’re going to knock his socks off with this.”

You and her had spent yesterday browsing the mall with a very important task. To decide on the most perfect lingerie set. Knowing Seokjin for a while know, you’d noticed he had an inclination for the colour blue, so your chosen piece had to be a winner – practically see-through, littered in beautiful lace flowers. You were well and truly prepared for tonight, you were a woman on a mission.

“His Dilf socks,” you corrected your best friend, both of you instantly exploding into a fit of giggles.

Arin had left with her grandparents this morning, and as much as Seokjin was eager to get this weekend started and see you immediately, he actually had a few things he needed to take care of at work. It wasn’t until around 5pm that you got into your car to make the short journey, Soo waving you off proudly like you were about to attend your graduation. You were honestly quite calm given the circumstances, although one look at Seokjin as he stepped out the front door to take your case and all inner composure was lost. You were one big ball of excitement, most of it flurrying around in the pit of your stomach. Yet you kept cool on the outside, grinning at the handsome man in front of you despite your lingerie burning marks into your skin.

And handsome he was today, (as if he wasn’t every day), his dark hair parted in the centre of his forehead naturally, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You tasted a hint of mango on his mouth, an obvious sheen to his plump lips, and you presumed he’d applied some chapstick before you’d arrived – the chapstick you’d bought him not too long ago after he’d complained of cracked lips to you on the phone one night.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his arms around your waist, body pressed snuggly into yours.

“Hey yourself,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing into one another’s eyes before you lightly teased him. “Are we going to stay out here all night?”

Chuckling heartily, he reached behind you, lifting your case with ease. “Let’s go put this in my room.”

You’d never once stepped foot onto the upper level of his house before, so you were very observant on your way to his bedroom, eyes catching art pieces (you noticed numerous of Arin’s) and photos along the walls, light fixtures, as well as the odd plant here and there. You had to walk two flights of stairs to get to your destination, one average in length, the other shorter, veering off to the left of the corridor to reach a landing leading into his bedroom. You remembered what he’d said about changing and designing his bedroom himself, so you were very curious as to what it looked like inside. Yet still, the sight of it stunned you to brief silence.

His was the largest bedroom in the house, the master bedroom if you were being fancy, but in your opinion it was more like a mini home in itself. All it needed was a kitchen and you would be good to go. It smelt just like him – of his cologne and the recognisable vanilla scent his house seemed to waft of every time you visited. The walls were warm grey, décor similar with dashes of cream and gold. The bed matched the whole vibe of the room – insanely large, and you could already tell it was going to be the comfiest thing you’d ever slept on. Directly opposite, but a long way away, were a sofa and love seat sat around a TV hooked to the wall above a stunning fireplace. There were two sets of double windows, from the ceiling to the wooden floor, dark grey drapes open – not that it mattered. Seokjin’s house was out-of-the-way, no chance of being seen. All you were met with as you looked down, was a small patch of garden you hadn’t seen before, plain and simple, but very beautiful. Tranquil.

To the left of the room a door opened into another, perhaps a quarter of the size – his closet, and you followed him inside, still pretty much lost for words. He said there was no point putting your belongings away tonight, you could do it tomorrow, but he’d saved a drawer for you and there was an empty section of hanging space you could use too. There was also a dressing table you could put to good use, because he sure didn’t, and then he whisked you away into the bathroom, which was probably the most beautiful room in the house. Everything was warm marble in colour. A separate bath and shower (both gigantic) and double sinks.

“I got you a robe,” Seokjin pointed out, and you followed his gaze to behind the door, two fluffy white robes hooked to the wall.

Oh, boy. You could get used to this.

Seokjin ordered takeout for dinner – from an Indian restaurant Namjoon kept raving about apparently. With the amount he ordered you could have sworn he was feeding a whole party, not just the two of you. You were stuffed in no time, curling up on the sofa with a glass of red wine as Seokjin loaded the dishwasher. He still hadn’t cooked an actual meal for you, and when he joined you, of course you reminded him. This week he was preparing dinner for you one night, and that was final. You needed to see what Chef Kim had in him – even if he insisted his skills were long forgotten.

You cuddled as you watched a movie, which more often than not meant you’d start to become sleepy – just ask Soojung – but tonight was different. You were wide awake and practically thrumming with excitement. You were begging for the movie credits an hour before they were due, and when they finally popped up your heart started to beat harder in anticipation. It was nearing 11pm. Your lingerie was still burning welts into your skin…

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, your back pressed into his chest where you’d been snuggled into him, legs across the sofa, for the duration of the night. One of his arms was crossed around your front, the other free to drink his wine as he propped his feet up on the glass topped coffee table. You could really get used to this.

“What did you think?” He hummed, reaching forward to place his glass on a coaster. You grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave you and he chuckled, quickly resuming position to now loop both arms around your shoulders, pressing you further into the warmth of his body.

“I enjoyed,” you replied with a small shrug. In all honesty it would’ve been a great movie if you hadn’t been so distracted.

You felt him lower his head, breath hot against your ear as he spoke. “I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep on me.” You giggled as he started to kiss the column of your neck, his barely there presses of his lips tickling you. Yet still you pushed into his hold, letting your head fall back. He took the opportunity to suck your earlobe between his lips, eliciting a sweet sigh from you. “I really can’t wait to spend this entire week with you.” He whispered.

You tried to keep your voice as uninvolved as possible – which was a lot harder when he now had your earlobe between his teeth. “Eh. I’m so-so over it.”

“Y/N!” He scolded playfully, groaning a laugh as he lifted his head away. “Stop. Now’s not the time for joking around.”

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, latching onto his hands.

“Face me,” he murmured almost suddenly. “Let me kiss you properly.”

His kisses were gentle and loving, his hands cupping your face as you leaned into him, hands placed across his hard chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into some black pants, he’d looked irresistible all night. He pulled away slowly, lips upturned almost drunkenly. “What’s that grin for?”

Seokjin’s gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes repeatedly as he replied, thumbs massaging circles into your cheeks. “I’m just very happy. Is that allowed?”

Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his, wrapping your palms around his neck to pull him in closer. He hummed loudly – indulgently, and let you lick into his mouth, his own hands slipping down to your neck and down your torso, gripping your middle. Your chest was flush to his and you welcomed the heat of his body. You were happy too. It had been a long time since you’d last felt this content, and tonight you’d realised just how lovely it was to be able to lounge with Seokjin and be in his company so casually, so naturally like this. You would become spoiled this week, but you couldn’t feel too worried right now.

Breaking away again, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but your mouth was a greedy thing, finding its way down his neck and across his throat as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his breathing shallow as he let you wonder. His fingers brushed up and down your back distractedly, until he seemed to remember what he wanted to tell you. “Hey,” he whispered, breath catching in his throat when you pinched your teeth into his Adam’s apple softly. “Hey, stop for a moment. There was something I wanted to say before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the very obvious direction of his sentence, and as much as you wanted to nosedive straight into that pool, you pulled back to look into his eyes, waiting patiently.

He straightened his back and you eased off him a little, finding his fond smile contagious. “I’ve enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” He began, sincerity in his tone . “I know I’m not old old by any means but dating you has made me feel like I’m young again. I mean, grinding in the middle of a bar is something I didn’t even do back in my college days.”

“I fail to believe that,” you laughed.

“Really,” he insisted, looking amused. “I was a nerd. A handsome one, but a nerd nonetheless.” Before you could roll your eyes he was continuing. “What I’m trying to say is that, I really like you, Y/N.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair lovingly. “You know that already. Shit, I’m crazy about you. Just hearing your voice makes my day better. No matter how short a time we spend together, even if it’s just on the phone to say goodnight, I feel happy – I feel relaxed.” He paused to take a breath before moving to cup your face with one hand. “No matter how stressed I am you make it better by just existing.”

“…Seokjin,” you murmured, a little lost for words at his declaration.

He chuckled warmly, tops of his cheeks tinged somewhat rosy. “Too cheesy?”

You shook your head adamantly, reaching for his face as well. “Not at all. I’m crazy about you too.” His face lit up instantly and you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’m so happy we met,” you confessed against his mouth. “I don’t want this summer to be over.”

“It’s not over yet,” he laughed. “We still have time to make it even better.” You wanted that more than anything. Finding it difficult to keep away from your lips, he practically had to tear himself away. He was out of breath. “I know saying this out loud is silly given everything, but… Let’s make this official.”

Your heart started somersaulting. You felt like you were in high school again, over the moon because Kim Rowoon had asked you to prom. Only this was better than that – much, much better. Linking your arms around Seokjin’s neck you tilted your head to the side, a grin unable to keep off your face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Kim?”

“What do you say?” He sounded hopeful and soft.

You hummed out loud, thinking hard. “Can I get back to you? 3 to five business days seems about right.” You immediately squealed as you finished your sentence, Seokjin’s hands finding their way around your butt to tug you forward. You gripped onto his shoulders with the surprise.

“Too bad because I’ve already been calling you my girlfriend at the office.”

You didn’t have a chance to reply, the hard press of his lips against yours knocking you senseless. You found yourself in his lap not long after, fingers dragging through his hair as you clung to him, mouths moving in gradual urgency until you began to feel out of breath. Your tongues seemed to grow more daring, intent, as your soft moans mingled with his quiet groans. You hadn’t quite found yourself in this position before, usually moulded to the soft leather but this time you had Seokjin pinned tight, a heat that was quickly becoming unbearable burning between your bodies, and his hands running up and down your back didn’t help.

Each brush of his fingertips had your skin prickling with warmth, dizzying your mind, and when you felt him brush against the curve of your left breast you leaned forward into his touch, desperate for more. Seokjin grunted, encouraged by your action as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb grazing your nipple which hardened from the touch. Your kiss turned a lot more frenzied after that, Seokjin roaming your body with confidence, his unoccupied hand cupping your butt to rock you against his crotch.

He was hard. You’d felt it stiffening ever since you’d climbed into his lap, but now he was solid, flesh pressing (probably painfully) against his pants, and feeling emboldened you lifted your hips, hovering over him for your hand to slot in between your bodies, cupping his erection firmly. He stiffened under your grasp, his breath hitching and you took that moment to drag your tongue along his, teasing him as you slowly started to stroke him above his slacks. He felt thick and rigid between your fingers, pulsing erratically against your hold, and he broke away from your mouth, head falling back as a loud, drawn-out groan slipped from his throat. You gazed at him – eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted as he breathed shallowly – and took a mental picture. You wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked gorgeous, basking in pleasure and you wanted to pleasure him more. It was an urge so strong you practically dived on him, mouth slamming into his. He soon gained his bearings, kissing you just as wildly as his hands groped your body.

“Do you – mm, do you want – mm – to take this upstairs?” He asked against your lips, fingers currently digging into the soft flesh of your ass. The veins in his neck were visible, his desperation for you obvious, and you pulled away from the kiss to nod rapidly. If he didn’t get you upstairs soon you’d surely explode.

You let out a little squeak as you suddenly found yourself in the air, safely held up by Seokjin. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to make the brisk walk to the hallway and towards the staircase. “Oh, my god,” you muttered, laughing as you realised he was about to carry you bridal style all the way up the stairs.

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes twinkling warmly. Your heart melted at the sight and you leaned in to kiss him, uncaring that you both may fall backwards and break your necks.

“I may have forgotten about the amount of stairs in this goddamn house,” he panted lightly once you’d made it past the first set.

“Put me down then,” you giggled.

“Never,” he sang out, pecking you on the mouth sweetly.

Once in his bedroom, he placed you down, closing the door behind you before caging you against it, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you for months. You keened into his touch, whole body hot and ready for him, but in the end you couldn’t keep up with his mouth. He’d never kissed you like this, he was a man possessed, you physically felt weak at the knees and you clung to him, moaning softly when his mouth fell to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed against the wet skin, fresh waves of arousal washing through your body. His voice was an octave lower, gruff and nothing like you’d heard before. “I can’t contain myself knowing we’re going to be alone for a whole week.”

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You laughed weakly, but to be honest, the time for wisecracks were gone. You were hanging on by a thread, this close to begging him to tear your clothes off.

Cupping your neck he pulled away to look you in the face. His pupils were blown out, more black than the warm brown you were used to. The tops of his cheeks were tinged red, his own arousal very evident, and when he replied he sounded as sincere as ever. “Anything you want me to.”

Okay, if he carried on like this, he’d mess up your plan good and proper. He was rude. Very rude. And hot, and sexy, and yours. God, you really wanted him. Your body was screaming for him. You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then another, and another, determined not to get yourself glued there no matter how much he tried to drag his tongue along the seam of your lips. “L-let me freshen up,” you managed to get out, voice shaky as you (with great difficultly) held him away at arm’s length.

At your words, he slowly made sense of them, his eyes refocussing before he gave you a short nod and politely stepped back. “Ok.”

Before you could be tempted by that mouth of his once more, you made a dash for his bathroom, closing the door behind you. Immediately you began to rush out of your clothes, not even bothering to fold them properly because you were in such a hurry. You’d had this planned all night, wanting him to be rendered speechless, and staring at your lingerie cladded self in the giant mirror he had hooked to the wall, you reminded yourself to take a breather. You were going to walk out there calmly, the epitome of composed as you sought out his reaction. With one last look at your reflection, you walked towards the door and opened it.

Seokjin was sat on the edge of the bed, legs sinfully spread (but oh so casually, which just made it hotter), but he wasn’t looking your way, his eyes darting around the room a little as if he was desperately trying to find some patience. Knowing he was riled and aroused made your head even more dizzy, and stopping by the doorframe, you called out to him.

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker. Actually they practically popped out on storks as he took in the sight of you in the baby blue underwear. He seemed paralysed.

“Hey,” you smiled, all of a sudden feeling a little shy as you waited for him to say something.

It took another moment, but then he was swallowing hard, wetting his mouth as his lips parted. “Oh, shit.”

You smiled victoriously, those simple two words satisfying you fully.

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

You obeyed, closing the distance between you quickly and Seokjin wasted no time clasping his hands around your hips as you stood in front of him, between his legs. If felt so good to finally have his hands on your bare skin. His touch was warm, soothing, but most of all, electrifying. Goosebumps spread as he dragged his fingers up and down your sides, his eyes drowning at the sight of you.

“Do you like it? It’s not too much?” You asked, looking down at him. You glowed under his gaze.

He lifted his head up, arching an eyebrow. “Do I like it? Is that supposed to be a genuine question?” He sounded just as baffled as he looked and it made you giggle. His fingers started to play with the thin waistband of your panties before delicately outlining the lace flower petals on your ass. The sensation made you shiver, and a small smile grew on his face as he watched you. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, beginning to place small, gentle kisses on your abdomen and your skin rippled, butterflies appearing. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, hot puffs of air hitting you, heating you up even more.

You curled your hand in his hair, needing something to latch on to as you watched him mouth even more kisses along your flesh. The point of his tongue dipped into your navel scandalously, and as you gasped he looked up with his eyes and smirked, tongue now swirling invisible patterns along your stomach. The sight sent you a little gooey, legs feeling weak again as your heart thrummed inside your chest.

“However… I was looking forward to undressing you…” He teased.

You teased right back. “You still have the lingerie.”

He couldn’t handle that, growling quietly against your stomach, his hands rounding your ass to mould the flesh in his palms firmly. He’d soon tear the panties if he kept that up. Obviously the idea of stripping you naked sent him feral – something you’d remember well for this week. You yelped when you felt him sink his teeth into your hip bone, pulling him closer to your body by his hair, desperate for more. It was when you looked behind him, did you notice the pillar candles aflame on the two nightstands that sat either side of his bed. They weren’t burning before you’d entered the bathroom. You were sure of it.

“Seokjin, did you light candles?” You asked without realising, changing the atmosphere slightly, but you didn’t mind too much, not when the image of Seokjin rushing to burn candles for the ~ambience~ was too damn adorable.

He lifted from your skin, looking up at you. “Um, yeah.” He sounded a little awkward before he chuckled softly. “I thought against the slow R&B music.”

“Good choice,” you laughed, fingers rubbing small circles into the nape of his neck. That would’ve been hilarious.

“I’m totally out of my depth here…” He admitted, nudging you backwards a little to stand in front of you. He kept his hands on your waist, ducking down to be eye level with you. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Snap,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close. You kissed him deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. There wasn’t a nerve in sight and despite his honest words you knew he was at ease too.

Your hands slipped over his shoulders and down his toned chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants to tug at his t-shirt, untucking him. “You have to get naked too.” You whined, detaching your mouths. “I’m feeling sorely underdressed.”

He let out an airy chuckle, immediately reaching for the neck of his shirt to tug it over his head. Your hands greedily started to explore his torso, running your fingers along his faintly lined abs before trailing up his hard chest. He shivered as you brushed against his nipples, a tiny laugh slipping from his throat.

“What?” You laughed.

“’Tickles.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, loving the feeling of his bare chest against yours, but soon enough you got impatient again, hands reaching for the button of his pants. You popped it open and proceeded to unzip him, at least giving his poor erection some reprieve. It had been pressed up against your lower stomach for quite some time, still rigid but as patient as ever.

He took over, stepping back to push them past his hips, his lips still attached to yours. “Mm–Bed.” He hummed, taking you by the hips to switch places. You pulled away and sat down, watching him kick his pants off his feet and your eyes zoned in on the curve of his erection, hidden by his Armani underwear – black with a red waistband. His thighs were perfectly toned, his skim glowing in the soft lighting. He looked good enough to eat and your heart skipped a couple of beats as he walked forward.

You laid back against the mattress, instantly groaning at how soft it was. You practically sunk inside. “Oh, damn this is comfy.” Rolling onto your side as Seokjin climbed on the bed, you hid your smirk. “I could just go to sleep…”

“I don’t think so,” he told you, hovering over you. His hand smacked you ass causing you to squeal, and you flipped onto your back as he took the moment to cage you under his large body.

This time his mouth completely bypassed your lips to kiss your chest, pressing into the indents of your collarbones before slipping to the tops of your breasts. He kissed the fabric, wetting it as his tongue traced the delicate flower petals and you gripped onto his shoulders with a moan as he encased one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, soaking the lace a darker shade of blue. “You drive me crazy,” he quietly panted, his hands reaching behind your back, arched into the pleasure he was giving you. “May I?” He asked, fingers finding the clasp of your bra. You nodded hastily, moaning louder when he lifted his head to kiss your lips. His motions were firm, tight pleasure filled grunts leaving him as he freed you of your lingerie.

Immediately he pulled away, dark eyes soaking in your bare chest like it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. Your back arched further when his warm palms cupped your breasts, spreading a heat down your spine that settled between your legs. “You’re beautiful,” he awed, looking into your eyes, causing a sweet moan to fall from your lips.

He moulded the soft flesh gently, before brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. That had you moaning again, pleasure you hadn’t felt in a long time rocketing up your body. It felt amazing to be touched by him, and you were greedy for more. He was on the same page, his lips replacing his thumbs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud that had you sighing out his name, your fingers threaded in his hair. He hummed against you, squeezing your breasts and pressing his body into yours – once – his erection pressing into your thighs, before he pulled away, kissing down your sternum before licking into your navel, his hands rubbing up and down the outside of your thighs.

His lips avoided your clothed heat, which was frustrating to say the least. You were so eager by now, unsure if you could take much more kissing before you exploded, but Seokjin was a man determined – determined on kissing every inch of your body it seemed. He made it down one thigh before moving onto the next and as he got towards your knee you couldn’t help but giggle – it was beginning to tickle, but he didn’t stop, lips pressing down your calf.

“Seokjinn,” you whined.

He chuckled as he made his way back up the other leg, bending you at the knee before gently getting you to spread out for him. “What?” He murmured. Although you were distracted now, realising how aroused you had become, your underwear clinging to you desperately. He was kissing the inside of your thigh now, fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he was so close to where you wanted him you were trembling. He nosed his way to the apex of your thigh, groaning as he smelt you and then he was hastily tugging the lace down your legs, the last of your covering. Now you were totally naked in front of him, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice gruff. He sounded so sexy. His eyes were glued to your centre yet he didn’t touch. When you didn’t reply, they flickered to your face. “Y/N. Hm?”

You mind was a blur, you couldn’t think what to say, mainly because you wanted him to do anything and everything to you. You startled when he nosed the inside of your thigh, his hands sliding down your hips to grip the flesh underneath. “Taste you? Is that what you want?” He whispered, sending your insides somersaulting. He looked up as you nodded, and grinned. “You have to say it out loud, honey.”

The bastard. He was teasing you. Trying to get under your skin. Your forced yourself to speak. “Taste me.” He hummed in response, pressing his mouth to your hip bone. You raised your tone, more determined. “Seokjin. Taste me.”

He dived in. Placing gentle kisses up your slit, his lips ever so slightly brushing your clitoris. You moaned quietly, letting your eyes close as you laid back against the softest pillows you had ever felt. Your fists clutched the sheets, hips raising up when you felt the first wash of his tongue. Your breath caught, warmth turning you gooey. “Taste so good,” he mumbled into you – so quietly you wondered if you’d imagined it.

You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, quietly moaning intermittently before you felt the urge to take a peek. Opening your eyes and looking down your body, you saw Seokjin watching you, his eyes hungry. You quickly looked away, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a groan left you, your legs falling wider apart. The scene had been erotic but in all honesty you were feeling a little shy. It had been a long time since you’d had sex, so the idea of someone watching you so intimately made you feel funny.

Seokjin was there to reassure you though. “Don’t look away, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling back to get your attention. “I want to see your face.” You looked again, watching him kneel low as he ran a hand up your thigh. His lips shone with your arousal. He looked beautiful.

You moaned lowly when you felt him rub a finger at your entrance, and he watched you intently as he pushed inside, feeling you squeeze around the intrusion. He slowly began to curve the digit, pressing against your inner walls. Committed to pleasuring you, he watched your every reaction and this time you didn’t look away.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, in awe as you writhed around on the bed, chasing the feeling.

You moaned as you replied yes, only to jerk upwards when his thumb began to rub tiny circles against your clit. “Seokjin!”

He liked that. Hearing you cry his name. He wanted to hear it more, dropping low to replace his thumb with his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves between them, flicking the tip of his tongue against it rapidly, earning him another cry, and he moaned gruffly against you, the vibrations shooting up your body. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, palm hot against your skin as he applied gentle pressure, holding you down.

Oh god, you were a mass of pleasure, mind addled, unable to think straight. Not when he was making you feel so good. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his eyes flicking up to yours and you made it your life’s mission not to look away, chest heaving up and down as you squeezed around his digits. Your orgasm was building, pressure below getting harder to control – harder to ignore. Seokjin guessed it, breaking eye contact to bury his face further into your heat. The image was almost crude, so were the noises, but the most beautiful kind of crude. A crude that had you desperate for more. You jerked into him, rolling into each snap of his wrist, the pads of his fingers grazing your g-spot.

“Want to make you cum,” he rasped, before sucking your clit back into his mouth and sucking determinedly. You groaned, head flinging back into the pillow, eyes clenched closed, a hand coming out to grip the roots of your hair as you rolled your hips into his face, giving into the pleasure well and truly. This orgasm was going to blow your brains out – and it did.

In the end you had you to clamp your legs around Seokjin’s head in a bid to get him to stop, pleasure still rolling through your body as you panted like crazy. He eased from your clit, tongue dragging down your folds instead, meeting his fingers that were almost locked inside of your pulsing walls. With a grunt, he removed himself, kissing your mound one last time before he stopped. With his hands on your thighs as he kneeled between them, he watched you adoringly.

“Oh, my god,” you panted weakly. Unsure what else you could say to describe what you’d just experienced. Why had he not been doing that from the get-go? From as soon as he’d reversed into your car?!

That was all he needed anyway, your simple vocalisation, because no sooner had the words exited your mouth, he dived on you, kissing your mouth, your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead – whatever he could reach. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness. You could taste yourself on him. It was glorious. His hands roamed your body like it was all new to him. As if he hadn’t been it for the last forty minutes or so. “Fuck. I can’t stop touching you.”

Your stomach flipped around, the sound of him cursing sending you dizzy. You licked into his mouth, kissing him messily, your hands raking up and down his back, before they settled on his ass. You gave the meat a squeeze and he grunted, pushing his crotch into yours. He was painfully hard – and desperate. (You hadn’t missed the way he’d been rutting into the mattress while going down on you…)

“Seokjin,” you breathed, moving your head to the side to get your words out. His tongue carried on going, swirling across your cheek. You liked getting messy with him. You tugged at his underwear. “Get naked. Need you.”

“You don’t need a minute?” He asked, tongue now in your ear. He gyrated his hips into yours, grunting as he did so.

You shook your head. “Like hell I do.”

He laughed at that – breathlessly, but it was something. He moved, rushing out of the last bit of clothing he had on, and your eyes drunk up the sight. The missing piece. His dick was long and thick – smooth and warm once you got your hands on him. Hovering over you, you ran your fist up and down him steadily, just enjoying getting to touch him. He dropped to your side, pecking your lips before he pulled back. “I need to be inside you.”

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along the rigid flesh as he stretched behind him to pull a box from the nightstand drawer.

It caught your attention right away. You raised both eyebrows as you let go of his length. “A hundred condoms?”

He chuckled, sounding a little sheepish. “Too enthusiastic?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Death by (Dilf) dick wasn’t how you’d expected to go, if you were being honest.

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, pulling one of the packet. (Discarding the box to the floor.) He turned back to you with an impish grin. “That’s why I bought the bumper pack of condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest, but he grabbed your hand and kissed you, distracting you successfully. “No, if I’m being truthful,” he continued, letting you steal another kiss. “They were better value for money. I’m partial to a bargain.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed.

“You should’ve seen me purchasing them, I have never been more embarrassed in my life.”

“Seokjin, you’re a near 40 year old man,” you judged openly, however on second thoughts – “But yeah, I’d be embarrassed buying a 100 condoms too.”

Seokjin shuddered, looking mortified. “Just the thought of the cashier knowing I was going to get lucky…”

You arched an eyebrow. “Get lucky?”

He looked comically caught out, eyes wide for a second before he shook his head. “Less talking now…” And then he was kissing you again…

Between rushed mouths and eager hands, he managed to tear the condom packet, pulling out the latex to slip it over his erection. Kneeling over you, you could see perfectly when he attempted to roll it the wrong way up. “Oh, shit. Ignore that,” he muttered, fixing it immediately.

You stifled a laugh. “Ignored.”

He gave himself a tug, making sure everything was secure and your mouth practically watered. “Just warning you now, this may be a three pumps and Bam! kinda thing,” he informed you as he laid over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so turned on.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I don’t mind. Just want you.”

“I want you more.” He rubbed his nose against yours.

Hitting his ass, you shot him a look. “It’s not a competition.”

“Isn’t it?” He asked, pretending to be confused.

“Quit stalling,” you whined. “Let’s have sex.”

“Let’s,” he agreed with a warm smile. You turned gooey instantly.

Pressing his knees to the mattress, he hovered over you, wrapping his hand around his dick to direct it between your legs. He rubbed the length up and down your slit, flesh heavy and hot, coating himself in your arousal. The sensation was good for you, but for him it seemed to blow his mind, eyes practically rolling back into his skull as he grunted. He stopped at your entrance, looking up at you as he slowly pushed the head inside.

You shifted under him, trying to stay patient. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him, but realistically you needed to take things slow. You held onto his shoulders, silently telling him to continue. He let out a strained groan as he slipped in deeper, your walls snug and hot around him, begging him for more. Inch by glorious inch, you kept on taking him, until you were filled up just right.

“Shit,” you uttered, looking up at the ceiling as you adjusted to the sensation.

“Was that a curse?” He asked, voice tight but greatly amused as he nosed your throat.

“Hardly.” Your voice was barely there, desperate for him to move.

“I’d still class it as swearing.” He was holding his breath, yet still felt the need to be a smarty-pants. You moved your hips practically a centimetre and he grunted. He didn’t want you to win though. “I want more. Maybe not tonight, but I will turn your mouth filthy by the end of the week…”

A moan tore from your throat uncontrollably, and you couldn’t look at his face because you knew you’d be met with a gloating smirk. You steeled yourself, nose in the air. “Game on.”

Seokjin laughed obnoxiously, but couldn’t wait any longer, slowly dragging out of you and then pushing back in. His breath hitched – so did yours, and he carried on, propping himself up with one hand as he gained a steady rhythm.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, watching your face.

“You too.” You clung to him, feeling your face heat up and ended up dropping your gaze.

“Honey, don’t be shy,” he whined, reaching to cup your face, in the process pressing more of his body weight into you. You clutched him tighter, wanting him as close as ever. “I like watching you. Knowing I’m making you feel good.” His mouth on yours now, you sunk into the kiss, moaning softly as his thrusts got quicker. You met each one, rolling into him.

It wasn’t long before he was on your throat, kissing and nipping the skin, his hands exploring the rest of your body. Your ran your fingers through his hair, sighing sweety when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, slipping the hard flesh into his mouth to suck.

Face pressed against your chest, his movements became a little erratic, breathing heavy until he was panting. You moaned along, loving how he was making you feel. “You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He awed, voice raspy.

You let out a weak chuckle, running your fingers through the ends of his hair. “Of course you would say that with a face full of my boobs.”

He laughed too, kissing his way back up your chest, his hands pressing into the pillow as he leaned in for your mouth. You stared at one another for a little while, your moans mingling together, and it was the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with anyone.

“Good?” He asked. You were unsure if he was asking how you were or if you were enjoying yourself, but regardless, the answer was the same.

“Really good,” you smiled, running your hand down his chest.

His thrust were getting messier, less controlled, less strategic, so it was no surprise when he had a confession to tell you, kissing you once again. “I’m-I’m… close.”

He’d exceeded the predicted three pumps at least… “Hey, you can go a little harder,” you whispered against his mouth.

He grunted, slacking at your words but quickly got a hold of himself. Each snap of his hips got firmer and harsher, fucking – because there was no other way to describe it – you into the expensive bed. Your cries of pleasure came out stunted and unsteady, his own grunts louder now, gruffer as he chased his end.

“Seokjin –!” Your hands fell to his ass, holding him tight as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop,” you encouraged, which seemed to tip him over the edge – quickly.

“Fuck. Coming…”” His face fell into the crook of your neck, panting as he tried to keep moving, and then he froze, his body hot, partly sweaty, a long drawn-out groan sounding against your ear as he came.

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him to you because in all honesty, you didn’t want to let him go. You could feel his heart beating against your chest rapidly, even after he’d partially caught his breath, and you knew yours was beating just as fast. You kissed his shoulder when he kissed yours, and slowly he lifted his head, turning to give you a drunken smile. He sighed contently. “That honestly beats any orgasm I’ve ever given myself lately.”

“I should hope so!” You burst out laughing, not quite expecting those to be his first words and he immediately joined you before hugging you tight.

You awoke naturally, light from outside peeking through the loosely closed drapes. Seokjin had his arm around you, his body curved into yours, and you could tell by his breathing he was still very much sound asleep. Proving your point, he grunted softly, rolling onto his back, his grip on you loosening. Carefully, you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form. His lips seemed to be pouted, eyebrows furrowed slightly – of course he had an adorable sleeping face. Of fricking course.

The bed sheets were pushed down, draped across his pelvis, one hip sticking out, while his broad chest and toned stomach laid bare. You found yourself smiling, insanely happy, wondering if you’d been a saint in a past lifetime – you had to have been. How else had you hit the jackpot? A kind-hearted, beautiful man with a banging body? You’d struck big.

Wanting to leave him sleep longer, you got up quietly, needing to pee, not worrying that you were butt naked, and as you left the bathroom, you moved to the closet (room) to fish for your phone in your purse. You’d left it there all evening yesterday, not wanting to be interrupted, and low and behold you had a bunch of notifications waiting for you on the screen. You got back into bed, getting comfy before you scrolled through them. Most were unimportant, news updates and social media notifications. You had a text from your mom reminding you to call your grandmother soon, one reminder regarding your phone bill going out tomorrow and then, from half an hour ago, a text message from your best friend. Why the hell was she up so early on a Sunday?!

Soojung (8:32am) Spill the details girl! How was Mr. Dilf 🥵👨🏻🍆💦

You snorted, pretty loudly, couldn’t help it, and when you realised you shoved a hand over your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend (yes, it felt so good to finally use that word) up. You glanced over, but his eyes were still shut, a peaceful look on his face, so with a relieved inner sigh, you went back to your phone, wondering how you should reply. You had quite a lot to say, messaging her “the details” wouldn’t work. Maybe you could give her a summary? Until tomorrow when you could call her while Seokjin was at work. Maybe you could meet her for lunch. And who knew, you’d probably have more to tell her come then –

“Good morning, beautiful.”

You jumped when you heard Seokjin’s voice, his arm wrapping around you once more as he snuggled closer, encasing you in his body warmth.

“Seokjin,” you greeted, instantly shoving your phone onto the nightstand, face down. “Good morning.”

“Mmm.” He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, burrowing his arm under the covers to touch your skin, hand cupping your waist. He was still sleepy, voice groggy. You settled into his hold, closing your eyes. With a kiss to the top of your shoulder, he spoke again. “What were you snorting at?”

Your eyes immediately flew open. He’d heard that? “Nothing,” you tried to reply casually.

He laughed, the throaty sound shooting up your body, leaving warmth in its wake. “Come on, something made you laugh.” He lifted his head, looking at you pointedly, plump lips pressed together, mouth curving up slightly. “You have to share, it’ll be rude not to.”

It took you a second to give in. “Fine.” It was probably time to let him know anyway. Soojung might try to kill you, but she couldn’t get you if you were gated in at Seokjin’s home… You reached for your phone and flashed the screen on, holding it out to him. “Soojung’s an idiot,” you sighed.

He delicately held the back of your hand, steadying the device so he could read the messages. A second later he was deeply amused, lips quirking before he let out a little laugh. “Has that been my nickname the entire time?”

“Maybe…” Amongst other things… They could wait till later though.

He hummed, trying to keep his expression casual, but you could tell by his eyes how amused (and smug) he was. “The emojis add a nice touch.”

You rolled your eyes, about to tell him to shut up, but immediately his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you sweetly – which was all just an act. When he pulled away, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tone arrogant. “So… how was Mr. Dilf?”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening. He was just as bad as Soo and Taehyung.

Laughing loudly, he kissed you again, caging you under him smoothly. Your hands reached for his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you. “Was it good enough for a round two? Don’t expect me to keep my hands off you,” he told you, his fingers tickling your stomach as his face fell to your neck, kissing and biting the skin.

You began to laugh, squirming under him, but no matter how much you tried to free yourself it was impossible. “Stop,” you whined. “Seokjin, you’re tickling me!” He eased off with the tickling but his mouth only seemed to ramp up, his tongue licking up your throat. “You’re so sexy,” he groaned, meeting your gaze, and instantly laughed. “I love embarrassing you.”

You grumbled, realising you’d started to blush. “I’m not embarrassed,” you insisted. “I’m turned on.” Two could play at that game. Seokjin’s eyes widened comically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Yeah?” He murmured, getting a hold of himself, mouth ghosting over yours. You nodded, dragging your hands down his back to settle on his ass. You could feel his dick rousing between your thighs. It was so easy to get him. He was like putty in your hands.

“You’re okay though, mm?” He asked, tone softening as he stared into your eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I thought that was obvious,” you informed him, but his tenderness didn’t go ignored. God, you were really lucky. “I feel so happy,” you grinned, moving to clasp your arms around his neck. He grinned too, teeth on show, and then you couldn’t hold off any longer, kissing him eagerly.

“Fuck,” he breathed, after you’d just licked a strip up his jaw line. His hands clung to hips. “I want you in so many ways.”

You gave him a dangerous smirk. “We have all week, I’m sure you’ll be successful.”

Groaning, he seemed beside himself, skin hot and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, falling into his eyes, cheeks patched red. Finally, he settled on a decision. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“Okay,” you replied instantly, your excitement already tenfold, and suddenly you were in his arms, rising off the bed to be carried (naked) bridle style to the bathroom. “Seokjin!” You squealed, clinging onto him tightly, but all he did was laugh. You could get used to this.

His walk-in shower was grand, practically a separate wet room – two glass doors leading inside and a marbled tiled bench to the left with two panelled windows behind it. There were two showerheads – one large one attached to the ceiling and the other jutting out from the wall. Seokjin chose the centre one, knocking it on and enclosing you both in hot water. Warmth radiated from beneath your feet too – heated flooring, of course.

You spent the next ten minutes wrapped together kissing, hands exploring one another’s soapy bodies. It wasn’t long before there was a very obvious erection bobbing against your stomach. “Someone says hello again,” Seokjin hummed against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before he broke away and chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been the cause of many an awkward boner.”

You laughed, hooking one arm around his neck. “I noticed.” Your other hand wrapped around his dick, the wetness of his skin making it easy to glide your fist along the veiny shaft. You gazed up at him, admiring the way he’d pushed his wet hair above his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome – so handsome, you were finding it hard to control yourself. “Was this one of your ways?” You murmured.

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, huffing out a little when your thumb grazed the sensitive slit across the head of his member.

“I have a better idea…” You whispered, pushing a little at his chest. “Sit.”

He obeyed, sitting on the bench while watching you wordlessly (but curiously), his eyes flashing when you moved to kneel in front of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dick twitching in anticipation. You took him in your fist again, feeling oddly confident as you flicked out your tongue. It had been a long time since you’d sucked dick but you were more than ready.

You washed your tongue across the head, hearing him grunt above you, and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, sucking firmly around the tip. His hands instantly reached for your head, fingers carding through your hair. He groaned lowly, thighs tense, but when you started to jerk your fist along his shaft, he relaxed into the pleasure, murmuring your name.

“Okay, this idea seems better than mine,” he admitted, voice tight.

You hummed in agreement, vibrations travelling up his length which made him groan, fingers in your hair tightening. Taking him deeper, you washed and swirled your tongue as best you could around the thick flesh. Seokjin’s length was impressive, but you had all week to grow accustomed to it, for now, you had your hand, continuing to stimulate him with both that and your mouth. The water from the shower hit your back and calves, the heat beneath you making sure you didn’t grow cold.

“Should we go back to the bedroom?” Seokjin asked, sounding concerned, despite how good you were making him feel. A hand ran down your back soothingly. “Your knees will start aching.”

Pulling off him, a string of saliva that attached you breaking apart, you shook your head and ran your palm all the way up his length, twisting against the tip. He bucked into your hold. “It’ll be worth it.”

Seokjin let out a low growl, eyes dark. “Don’t say things like that.”

You smirked, spreading your saliva up and down him slowly before speeding up, concentrating on the head. Seokjin’s mouth was open, his breathing shallow, chest littered with red blotches, making it painfully obvious how aroused he was. You wanted to run your hands all over the muscular torso, mouth too – but that could wait. First of all, you wanted to make him cum.

“You have a pretty big dick. Has anyone ever told you that?” You purred, eyes flicking down to his crotch.

Seokjin grinned confidently, the hand in his hair reaching to cup your cheek. “You seemed to handle it very well last night.”

Oh. Heat exploded through your body, settling between your legs, and you took him back in your mouth, a hiss leaving his throat. He tapped your chin, gaining your attention. “Y/N, look at me,” he commanded softly.

And you did. You watched every bit of pleasure that flitted across his face as you continued to suck his dick, never breaking eye contact, even when he did; eyelids closed, face scrunched up as he came down your throat a few minutes later…

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

#seokjin smut #bts smut #seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #bangtansorciere #floralseokjin:writings #fic:mls

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tallsc · 1 year

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My AvA AU

I've put a lot of thought into various headcanons/au stuff for the stick figures, and decided that I should probably give a cohesive basis for you all to read ^-^

Btw, just like with Control Switch, feel free to ask my versions of the AvA characters questions and I'll respond with a sketch! I've seen other people do this and I've done it with CS already and it sounds really fun.

Headcanon list is below

Most characters have some form of jewelry representing another stick. The Color Gang each have something matching another one of the color gang, Dark and Chosen have each other, Purple and Mango have each other though only after the end of season 3, and the ghosts unfortunately have nothing cause they can't touch stuff :(

DB and Orchid are the oldest, Mango, Dark, and Chosen are all young adults, CG + Purple are all older teenagers, and Gold and Vic are kids. Idk exact ages especially cause I'm not sure how that converts to stick age.

I don't ship any stick (well other than DB and Orchid who were married but that didn't go well) but I don't mind other people doing it, just not for me. ^-^ Plus a ton of them are related in my au so uh definitely for me-

Sticks also don't have any real gender, they don't mind being called whatever cause there's no biological differences. I tend to just use they/them for everyone tho.

Mango is Gold's big sibling who also fills a caretaker role. Ik that isn't the actual canon, but I don't want Mango to be that old, and when watching it the first time they really seemed like siblings to me.

The three ghosts found each other at some point (which I've been writing a few stories on, not quite done either though) so they're friends now.

Ghosts can only be visible in the area they're connected to, generally the area they died in, so Vic is the only visible one most of the time so translates for the other two. Though all ghosts can mess with electric signals so the other two can technically communicate that way.

Dark survived being exploded and is a little more willing to listen to Chosen at this point, so they're both trying to figure themselves out. There at least haven't been any major disasters since then.

Most sticks call Orange Orange (and so do I) because, since all their friends are named after colors, Orange is what they're used to. Their real name is still the Second Coming, and that's what Dark and Chosen tend to call them, but most of the time they just go by Orange.

Purple doesn't sing very often but Green does plenty, it's almost part of how they speak at this point.

I can't remember any more important ones off the top of my head but hope that (plus all the art and stories I've made for these guys already) helps you get a sense of how I see them ^-^

#alan becker #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #all the sticks i don't want to list them #headcanons #aftermath au

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I Won't Give Up On Us

Jason Todd x Reader Story!

Word Count: 12.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence, Canonical Character Death, Angst

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years ago I believe, but hadn't posted it back. So I edited (mostly) and fixed it for y'all! Enjoy! -Thorne

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She sat on the water-tower and watched as they moved across the rooftops; they stopped in the middle and began discussing something. The tall one looked down at the smaller one and nodded to the street. “Stay along the rooftops and check the streets while I look for Selina.”

“Selina’s not around here Batman,” she called coyly.

The two of them whirled around, their eyes moving up until they found her. “Kit.”

She stood up from the water-tower and spread her arms. “In the flesh, Batman.”

The young boy beside him took a step forward. “Where’s Catwoman, Kit?”

Her eyes flitted to the bright colored boy, and she grinned. “Careful Robin…foxes eat birds.”

Scoffing, he crossed his arms over his suited chest. “You wouldn’t do a damn thing to me.”

She raised an eyebrow and hopped down, landing in front of them. “You aren’t the only one with skills, Robin. And we both know who’s the better fighter.” She walked by them, stopping at the ledge before turning to Batman. “Selina had business elsewhere.”

“Where is she?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Dunno. She might be my mentor, but she doesn’t tell me everything.” Gesturing to him, she quipped, “You’d have better luck using those detective skills of yours to find her.”

As she started to walk away, she paused and turned as if remembering something and looked at Robin. “Do you always keep your wallet on you? Or is it just right now?”

“What are you talking about, Kit?” he questioned, brows furrowing in confusion.

She flashed a grin and waved a black leather wallet, enjoying the way his eyes widened at the sight, then patted at his pants; her tone was heavy with challenge as she provoked, “Catch me if you can, little bird.” That was all she said before taking off down the wall, running along the streets.

Robin jerked forward, seemingly forgetting that Batman was beside him as he hauled after her. “GET BACK HERE, KIT!”

Batman sighed as he watched the two teens chase each other, one continually shouting the other giggling, then a voice called from behind him. “They’re almost like a miniature version of us, aren’t they, Bat?”

He tipped his head to the woman standing on the other rooftop. “Selina.”

She smirked and turned, walking away. “Let’s play a game of tag, shall we?” He grunted as he began running after her.

***

She could hear Robin’s feet slam against the pavement with each step he took, and she huffed a laugh. “You’re not supposed to let people hear you, Robin! I thought Batman taught you how to be quiet!”

“I’m gonna be quiet when I get my wallet back from you!”

“Is that before or after I take the money inside?”

“DON’T TOUCH MY MONEY, KIT!”

“So touchy, Robin.” Her hands gripped the ledge as she pulled herself up and onto the rooftop; her feet carried her to the edge of the building, and she peered over it, mumbling to herself, “That’s a little too big of a jump for me to make.”

She turned around and was met by his chest as he slammed into her; her eyes widened as everything moved in slow-motion as they fell over the edge. The wind whipped by them as they fell, and she couldn’t stop the blood-curdling scream that tore through her throat.

An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, then the click of the grapple-gun sounded in her ears, followed by his low and confident voice. “I’ve got us Kit, don’t worry.”

Her hands clenched in his suit as the grapple hooked into a building, and they swung down to the roof below. When their feet touched the ground, she pulled away and slung her fist into his stomach. He bent over, holding his stomach and she exploded. “Are you insane, Robin! We could’ve died! How about next time, you watch where the fuck you’re running!”

She turned away and stalked off when a hand curled in hers. “Wait a second, Kit.” She paused, glancing down at him, then he rose and rubbed the spot she’d punched. “Damn, you’ve got one hell of an arm.” She felt the corner of her mouth raise and he matched her grin. “See…you’re not that mad at me.”

Scoffing, she retorted, “Considering the fact that we almost became a giant splatter on the pavement? I’m a little mad.”

“I had us.”

She leaned forward and poked his chest. “And what would’ve happened if you hadn’t?”

He paused for a minute, then laced his fingers with hers. “Then we wouldn’t have been able to go to prom in a few weeks.” He went quiet, then looked at her. “You are still gonna go to prom with me, right, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, Jason…I am.”

Grinning, he nodded to the diner just across the street. “Wanna get some food?”

“Sure.”

They began walking towards the diner, sliding down the fire-escape and to the street; they crossed the street and stepped into the joint. When the food was ready, they took it back to the roof, sitting down on the ledge, eating, while cracking jokes back and forth.

(Y/N) was sipping on her milkshake when Jason went quiet, and she eyed him. “What’s wrong, Jay?”

He glanced at her then shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously something. You aren’t usually this quiet.”

Jason stayed silent for a moment. “…I’m going to Ethiopia soon.”

Her eyes widened, and she leaned close. “For what?”

His gaze seemed heavy when he looked at her. “I’m finding my mother.”

“I thought Catherine was your mom?”

Jason nodded. “She was…but she wasn’t my biological mother.”

“When are you leaving?”

“In a couple days.”

“You’re going to be back in time for prom, right?”

Jason snorted. “Yes, (Y/N). I won’t stand you up at prom.”

She grinned. “Good.” It was silent for a second, then she spoke softly. “Does Bruce know?” When he didn’t answer, she found her own, sighing, “Jason, it’s not a good idea to leave without letting Bruce know.”

He nodded. “I know…but Bruce isn’t who I need to tell right now.” He took her hand. “It’s you.” His other hand fumbled in his utility belt, and he pulled out a silver band that held a peridot in the middle; he held it out to her, and she took it, then stared at him.

“Jason…what’s this?”

“A ring.”

(Y/N) sighed and rolled her eyes. “No shit, Sherlock. Couldn’t figure that out myself.” She paused. “Why though?”

“It’s a promise ring.”

She felt the breath leave her lungs and her eyes went wide. “A promise ring?”

He nodded and squeezed her hand. “I know we’re too young to get married right now, (Y/N). But I love you, and at some point, in my life, I that to become ‘our life’.”

(Y/N) was speechless at his confession, and she pulled off her mask, questioning, “Are you being serious right now? Because if this is a joke, after I beat the shit out of you, I will break up with you, and never speak to you again.”

Jason snorted. “I’m being one-hundred percent serious, (Y/N). I want to marry you someday, and this ring serves as a testament to that.” He squeezed her hand again. “So, what do you say? Wanna make a promise?”

(Y/N) felt tears gather in her eyes, and she shifted, wrapping her arms around his neck; she nodded, and choked out, “Yes!” She pulled back, pressing her lips to his; she murmured against his mouth. “Yes, I do.”

Jason grinned, and pulled her close, and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jason.”

***A Few Weeks Later***

She walked into the apartment, closing the door behind her; she kicked off the black heels and began fumbling with the dress zipper. Selina tipped her head around the wall. “What are you doing home so early, hon?” She glanced down at her wristwatch. “Prom wasn’t supposed to be over until eleven. It’s nine.”

(Y/N) glanced at her as she pulled the zipper down. “Jason wasn’t there.”

“He stood you up?”

She shrugged. “If he did, he’d better have a damn good reason for it.”

Selina observed her for a few seconds. “Are you okay, hon?”

“I’m beginning to worry about Jason.” She sighed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because ever since Jason left for Ethiopia, he hasn’t sent me a single message.” (Y/N) paused and looked at her. “Jason isn’t one to keep me in the dark. He would’ve called by now.”

Selina moved forward and placed her hands on (Y/N)’s shoulders. “He’s probably spending time with his mom.”

(Y/N) stared at her before sighing, nodding, “You’re probably right.” She pulled away from Selina’s grip and moved to her bedroom, stopping as she closed the door. “I’ll go see Bruce tomorrow and ask.”

“You might not be able to find Bruce.”

She cocked an eyebrow at her comment. “And why not?”

Selina’s gaze turned solemn. “Something’s wrong with Bruce he’s becoming…ruthless and careless.”

(Y/N) took in her words and nodded. “I’ll see if I can find him. That or I’ll just ask Alfred. He’ll know.”

Selina nodded. “Goodnight hon.”

“Night Selina.”

***The Next Day***

She stood in apprehension at the view of the manor; no matter how many times she’d been there, she was still shocked at the sheer size of it. She stepped up to the door and rang the doorbell, then turned and stared out at the long driveway, listening as the doorbell chimed.

The door opened and (Y/N) spun back around, expecting Alfred to be there. “Hey Alfred, is—Dick?” She stopped and stared at him. “Holy crap! Dick! I haven’t seen you in forever!” Dick smiled at her and opened his arms. (Y/N) leaned in and gave him a hug before pulling away. “What are you doing back in Gotham?”

Dick’s face dropped, and he stared at her. “Bruce needed my help.”

“Selina told me he’s been on edge for a while. It’s good that you’re here to keep him grounded.”

Dick nodded and motioned inside. “Want to come in?”

(Y/N) nodded and stepped by him. “This place gets even cooler every time I come over.”

He chuckled. “It does, doesn’t it?” They stepped into the kitchen and Dick went to the refrigerator. “Want something to drink?”

“Did Alfred make any fruit tea?”

“I think he made mango and peach tea.”

“I’ll take some of that.” He pulled out a pitcher and poured each of them a glass; he handed hers to her and she sipped it. “Alfred makes the best tea, I swear.”

Dick smiled and sat beside her, giving her a once over. “You look good, (Y/N).”

She was surprised at his comment and pointed to herself. “Me?”

“Yes (Y/N). You.” He snorted.

“Thank you, Dick.” She smiled. “Don’t ask me for a loan though, cause I ain’t givin’ you money.”

Dick laughed at her and shook his head. “I’m not going to ask you for a loan, (Y/N).”

“Good…‘cause I don’t have a lot of money.”

The two of them let out laughs, and Dick’s eyes caught the ring on her finger; he nodded at it. “Are you wearing a ring?”

(Y/N) glanced down at it, then back to him and nodded. “Jason gave it to me a few weeks ago.” She twirled it between her fingers, and she felt a smile form. “It’s a promise ring.” (Y/N) paused, then looked up at Dick. “Which brings me to the reason why I’m here…is Jason still in Ethiopia with his mom? He hasn’t messaged me yet, and I’m beginning to worry about him.”

Dick’s expression gave way from surprise to pure shock, and he leaned forward, his tone laced with disbelief. “…Have—have you not been told, (Y/N)?”

She blinked at him. “Told what?” Dick went silent, and (Y/N) cocked her head at him. “What haven’t I been told, Dick?”

He stared at her with a face that made her heart thump ominously and his voice held a tone of solemnity. “…Jason was killed in Ethiopia a few weeks ago.”

(Y/N) thought her heart stopped as she breathed out the only word she could manage. “…What?”

***Part Two***

Noise. Everything that came out of his mouth was pure noise. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as she rose from the bar seat. Dick looked at her concerned and rose to follow her. “(Y/N)? Where are you going?” She didn’t respond, her feet carrying her towards the study; she entered the room and slid to the wall, moving the clock from its position. (Y/N) skipped the steps, moving as fast as she could into the cave.

She came upon him, standing in front of the Batcomputer talking to Alfred; he turned to her, and she let out a withering whisper. “Is it true?” His eyebrows furrowed and he opened his, but she cut him off, this time, her voice a screech. “IS IT TRUE?!”

He shut his mouth for a few seconds, then murmured, “…Yes he’s…gone.”

(Y/N) saw red and she flew forward, her fists pounding into his chest. “HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME! HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME!” Bruce didn’t respond, didn’t even react to her punches; he just took each blow. After a few seconds of continual punches, he reached out and grabbed her arms; (Y/N) struggled, thrashing against him. “Let go of me!”

He didn’t, instead he brought her forward and circled his arms around her; she struggled for a few moments, but then the realization set in, and she felt her knees weaken. They caved and she let him lower her down as she cried.

Her hands clenched in his suit, and she stared up at him, wailing, “What happened?”

Bruce’s eyes shut and he whispered, “Joker killed him in Ethiopia.” (Y/N)’s eyes momentarily widened, before shutting and she buried her face in his shoulder as she sobbed.

***

She cried for hours, and he sat with her on the floor of the cave the entire time; Alfred and Dick had gone upstairs earlier to give them privacy. (Y/N) didn’t feel like moving, didn’t feel like talking, but she forced herself to; she shifted her eyes to Bruce’s and whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me he di—why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed and shook his head. “I didn’t know how to. I’ve been so occupied with Gotham that I didn’t have time.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” He looked down at her and she felt tears gather in her eyes again. “I deserved to know. I should’ve been the first person you told.”

Bruce looked away but nodded. “I know…I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“How’d…how’d he die?”

There was a pause, then Bruce’s voice came out no higher than a broken whisper. “It was my fault…I wasn’t fast enough.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Bruce.”

“Yes, it was. I told him to wait but I should’ve known he would’ve gone to save her.”

(Y/N) glanced up at him at the mention of ‘her’. “Her? Who’s her?”

“Sheila Haywood. Jason’s mother.”

“So, he found her? Did he save her?”

Bruce let out a cold laugh that unsettled her. “He tried to…only to be betrayed by her and given to the Joker.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and he continued. “He beat Jason to a bloody pulp…then blew up the warehouse they were in.”

“He…killed them both?”

“Yes.”

She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes as the tears ran down her cheeks. “I thought he was still there…still spending time with her…I never imagined this would’ve happened.”

A comforting hand caressed the side of her head and Bruce apologized again. “I’m sorry, (Y/N)…I’m so sorry.” She said nothing and leaned her head onto his shoulder again and let the tears come.

***

The weeks after that were unimaginable, and (Y/N) couldn’t bear to bring herself to his grave. Too afraid that seeing it, would make it real. Make it true. But after wrestling with herself and telling herself that she owed it to him to go, she finally made her way over. Each step was heavy, and she found it increasingly hard to breathe as she walked; she stopped, a hand holding the cold iron. I can’t do this…I can’t…I’m not ready.

(Y/N) moved to turn when a hand rested on her shoulder; she looked up to see Dick smiling sadly down at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I knew at some point you’d go see him…I’ve been waiting to go with you.”

She reared back and glared. “How do you know I need someone to go with me?”

“Because you can’t even open the gate, (Y/N).”

She looked back to her hand, seeing it begin to turn a shade lighter from clenching so tightly; (Y/N) let out a shaky breath. “I need help, Dick. I’m…scared to go alone.”

“I’ll go with you.” He said, his hand shifting from her shoulder to her hand, and his fingers curled around it.

She glanced at him through the tears in her eyes. “You will?” He nodded and she stepped back, letting him open the gate.

Their steps were quiet as the moved through the cemetery, and eventually, her eyes landed on his headstone. (Y/N) pulled away from Dick and stumbled to the stone, dropping to her knees in front of it; her fingers rose shakily, and she placed a hand to it.

It was freezing, and it made her throat close as she traced the letters of his name. “I didn’t…I didn’t even get to say goodbye. The plane was boarding, and he could only wave as he ran to catch it.”

Dick knelt beside her and rested a hand on her back. “None of us did (Y/N).”

“I thought he was still in Ethiopia with his mom…” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him; (Y/N) wrapped an arm under his and around his back, resting her head against his chest. “I don’t know what to do, Dick.” (Y/N) gazed at her hand to the silver band resting on her finger and choked out a sob. “What do I do now?” She stared up at him, hoping he had the answers, but all he did was close his eyes and shake his head.

“I…I don’t know, (Y/N).” he whispered.

Her eyes moved back to the stone, and she felt the tears run down her face. “This can’t be real…he can’t be gone.” (Y/N) sobbed, and the words poured from her mouth. “We were supposed to go to prom. We were supposed to graduate and go to college. Move in together and get…and get…” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘married’, and she felt Dick’s arms tighten around her and his head dropped to her shoulder.

Soon, she felt the material of her jacket go damp and he whispered, “I wasn’t the brother I should’ve been for him. God, I was so angry at Bruce that I stayed away from Gotham, and I never got to know him well enough as I should’ve.”

(Y/N) pulled back to look at Dick, and she took one of his hands; he met her eyes and she murmured, “You were enough, Dick. He knew you cared for him.” He nodded, and (Y/N) rested her head back against his chest. After a few moments, she whispered, “I don’t know what to do anymore, Dick. I can’t even bring myself to leave my room most days let alone putting on my suit on anymore.”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) let her eyes trace his name and she confessed brokenly, “Because I can’t be Kit without my Robin.” She shut her eyes and brought a hand to her face and cried into it. Dick said nothing, he just held her as she broke down, and he let himself break down too.

***Five Years Later***

She gripped the handle of her whip and followed after Selina as she stepped into the jewelry store. Her eyes moved around the room, then went back to Selina who was busy cutting a hole in the glass case. “Selina…what are we doing?”

Selina snorted. “I believe we’re stealing this six-million-dollar diamond and ruby necklace, (Y/N).”

“No. I mean what are we doing, Selina.”

She stopped cutting and rose, arching an elegant brow at (Y/N). “Alright. You’ve been acting like this for a few weeks now. In fact, it’s been like this since you’ve put the suit back on.” She motioned to (Y/N). “What’s up with you?”

Taking a few breaths of courage, she removed her mask and stared at her mentor. “I’m not doing this anymore.”

“And what does that mean?”

(Y/N) loosened the whip at her side. “It means that you’re breaking the law, Selina. And it’s wrong.”

Selina huffed a laugh and turned back to the case, beginning to cut again. “You’re a little old to be playing Cops and Robbers, Kit.” The crack of her whip sounded, and she watched it curl around Selina’s wrist; her eyes turned back to (Y/N), gaping at her. “(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “I’m not letting you take this Selina. It’s wrong.” Selina huffed a cold laugh and gripped the whip in her hand, tugging it roughly; (Y/N) flew forward and she landed at her feet. She looked up and saw Selina picking up the necklace, then glance down at her.

“All these years I’ve taken care of you. All these years that I’ve trained you and this is how you give it back to me? By turning sides?” Selina scoffed. “You can get the hell out of my place and find your own.” (Y/N) scrambled to her feet beginning to give chase; she ran past the alarm and threw an arm out, slamming her hand down on the switch. Selina glanced over her shoulder. “You little bitch!”

“I’m going to be a bigger bitch when I take that necklace back from you Selina!” The two of them slammed through the doors on the roof, hands and feet flying.

They both fought and (Y/N) felt Selina’s claws dig into her shoulder. She let out a cry and slammed her palm up into Selina’s chin. The older woman fell backwards, and (Y/N) watched the necklace fly from her pouch. Their eyes met and each of them scrambled, trying to reach it first. (Y/N) gripped the bolas at her side and slung them as hard as she could. They caught Selina’s ankles, and she dropped; she slid to her feet and scooped up the necklace, and she didn’t look back as she ran, hopping ledges and rooftops, listening to Selina cuss at her the entire way.

(Y/N) ran for what seemed like hours, and once she made sure she was safe, she sat down on a rooftop and caught her breath. Her hand shifted to her pocket, and she looked at the necklace. I could sell this if I wanted to. (Y/N) shook her head and shoved the necklace back in her pocket. No. I made my choice. No more stealing. She sighed and turned back to go to Selina’s apartment when she remembered that she couldn’t go back there. So where to now? (Y/N) looked around when a building caught her eye. I can go to him…he’ll help me. She began running again, moving in the direction of the manor.

***

Bruce stood in front of the Batcomputer, moving through the cases when Tim walked up. “Bruce? Can I help you with anything?”

“No. Go see if Dick or Alfred need anything though.”

Tim nodded and began moving when a figure came into view. “Holy crap! Kit?!”

Immediately, everyone was facing the entrance of the cave and they watched as (Y/N) stepped closer; Bruce rose from his seat and moved in front of her, noticing she was out of her suit. “What are you doing here, (Y/N)?”

Her eyes moved from his to the Batcomputer and she nodded at it. “Selina got arrested then.”

“You knew?”

(Y/N) looked at him and stepped forward, moving her hand towards him to reveal the necklace. “I came to give this to you…to return it.”

Bruce took it, looking at her curiously and the others stepped towards her. “Why’d you turn on Selina?”

She took a deep breath and held out her suit, declaring, “I don’t want to be a criminal anymore. I’m tired of breaking the law and seeing other people get away with it.”

To say that they were surprised at her confession was an understatement; Dick tipped his head. “But…stealing is kind of your thing? Why don’t you want to do it anymore, (Y/N)?”

“Because it’s not what Jason would want me to keep doing.” (Y/N) looked at Bruce. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’m ready to change but I don’t want to be a criminal. I want to be like you guys…” She swallowed thickly. “I want to be someone that would make Jason proud.”

They were silent for a moment, then Bruce took her suit from her and passed it to Alfred. “If you’re going to join us, you’ll need a new training regimen. We start at dawn.”

That was all he said before turning around, and (Y/N) called out to him. “By the way…Selina kicked me out. So…can I maybe stay here?” He waved a hand and (Y/N) let a smile grace her face.

“Welcome to the Batfamily (Y/N).”

(Y/N) glanced at Dick’s hand held outwards and she smiled, taking it firmly; he shifted and pulled her into a hug, listening as she giggled. “Thanks Dick.”

They pulled away and Bruce walked back over. “You need a new suit Kit. Yours is ripped.”

“Vixen.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Everyone has to grow up sometime. I’m not Kit anymore…I’m Vixen.”

Bruce eyed her before walking past her. “You prove to me that you can be like us, and you can be Vixen…until then you’re Kit.”

“Looks like you have a long road ahead of you (Y/N).” Dick remarked.

She nodded at him. “Right on.” She glanced over at Tim who was still wearing his suit. “Hey…Robin.” He turned to her, and his eyes flashed with fear as she stepped in front of him; (Y/N) pointed to the symbol. “Make sure you honor that uniform. Are we clear?” Tim nodded fervently and she reached up, ruffling his hair. “Good.” (Y/N) walked away and stopped at the stairs, glancing over her shoulder at him. “He’d be proud someone like you filled his shoes.”

“Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”

Her eyes moved to Dick’s, and she nodded, her voice solemn. “Jason’s gone, Dick. I can’t change that.” (Y/N)’s hand rose to close around the ring on the chain at her neck. “But I can honor him by knowing that Tim’s doing a damn good job as Robin.” She began moving up the stairs and murmured, “And I know he’d be proud that I’m fighting crime instead of making it.”

***Part Three***

She hit the floor, listening as the sound echoed through the cave, and grunted, grabbing her side, the throbbing telling her she was going to see a black bruise soon. He shifted over and knelt beside her. “Are you alright?”

She nodded and clamored to her feet, assuming another defensive position. “Let’s go again.”

“This is the fifth time we’ve done this, (Y/N). Aren’t you tired yet?”

“Again.” She reiterated.

Bruce complied and entered an offensive stance. “Remember (Y/N), it’s not just about blocking each hit, it’s knowing what’s coming next.”

“Got it. Go.”

They circled each other for a few seconds, each of them wondering who was going to move first; Bruce shifted fast, and she readied herself for the coming blows. They came swiftly, and she reminded herself to focus on what he was going to do next. Who am I kidding? The man is unpredictable. (Y/N) kept up, and she saw him grin ever-so-slightly.

“Good. You’re keeping up well.” She blocked the palm he threw at her, returning it with a kick to his side, then backing up; he followed her. “Let’s see if you can go faster.”

“Wait don’t go faster! I’m barely keeping myself on track right now!” Bruce chuckled, but went faster anyway and (Y/N) found herself panicking as each fist came.

“Don’t panic, (Y/N). Focus.” She took a deep breath as she blocked his foot and he said, “When it comes down to a life-or-death fight, you need to be able to keep calm. If you let your enemy get the better of your fear and panic, it’s all over.”

“Is that how you felt when you fought Bane?”

He nodded. “I will admit, that was one of the most fearful moments of my entire life.”

“I imagine having your back broken is.” Bruce shifted again, and (Y/N) saw his foot fly. “Fuck.”

She saw it too late, and it hit her square in the chest; she dropped to the ground, the wind knocked from her lungs. (Y/N) put her hands to her chest and tried to breathe, but the air wouldn’t come in; her eyes widened in panic, and she looked up at Bruce who immediately moved to her side.

“(Y/N).” She motioned to her chest, and he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Just relax. The more you panic, the harder it will be for you to breathe.” She closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down, then she inhaled deeply, feeling the breath expand in her deprived lungs. She let out a shaky breath and he asked, “Are you alright now?”

(Y/N) opened her eyes, and she jerked, elbow meeting his chest; Bruce’s eyes widened, and she shifted again, taking advantage of the opening he’d given her. The arm she’d hit him with came back and gripped one of his arms and she swung herself around it, placing her legs over his chest, as she pulled it back. Bruce’s back bent on the mat as he tried to move, but she tightened her grip on his arm and her legs, keeping him locked in place.

“Tap out.” He grunted and tried to move but couldn’t and she said again, this time firmer, “Tap. Out.” After a few seconds, she heard his free hand tapping the mat and she let go, rolling off. (Y/N) rose to her feet and crossed her arms, smiling triumphantly. “I win.”

Bruce climbed to his feet and stood in front of her, a hard look in his eyes. At first, (Y/N) began to panic at the look, then the corner of his mouth turned up and he passed her murmuring, “Good job.”

She turned around and watched his back in disbelief as he walked to the shower room and then turned to Dick who was walking over, a towel in his hand. “Did…did that just happen? Did he just give me approval?”

Dick snorted as he passed her the towel. “Don’t get used to it, ‘cause it probably won’t happen again for a long time.”

Tim walked up beside her as she laughed. “Here (Y/N). I got your water.”

She smiled as she took it from him. “Thanks kiddo.” (Y/N) drank from the bottle then glanced at Dick. “I thought you were supposed to be in Blüdhaven. Why are you here?”

“Bruce said there’s some new player in Gotham and I figured he could use a hand.”

“Yeah, that Red Hood guy.” She replied.

Dick raised an eyebrow. “You know him?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Bruce hasn’t let Tim or me patrol since he’s come into town.”

“Is he that dangerous?” (Y/N) passed him and walked over to the Batcomputer, typing on it; a few seconds later, the image of eight decapitated heads appeared on the screen. “Holy shit.”

She nodded at his shock. “He’s effectively taken over the drug trade in Gotham City, and is waging a one-man-war on Black Mask.”

“Is he winning?”

“So far? It appears so.” She paused and clicked the mouse. “I can’t exactly condone his actions because he’s killing people, but he’s keeping the drugs away from children and schools, so I’m not overly angry with him.”

Dick hummed, glancing at Tim. “You doing good, Timmy?”

The young boy nodded with a smile. “(Y/N)’s been helping me a lot.”

“Shove off, Dick.” She muttered when she saw the look on his face.

He spluttered. “I didn’t say anything!”

“You were thinking it.” She moved towards the steps, climbing them towards the door.

Dick followed her. “Going to see Jason?”

(Y/N) nodded as they stepped into the study. “Didn’t get to see him last week because of exams.”

“How’d those go?”

She flashed a grin over her shoulder. “Passed with flying colors.”

Dick reached over and patted her head. “Good job, (Y/N).”

She swatted his hand but smiled nevertheless at his congratulations. “Thanks Dick.” He smiled as he watched her climb the stairs and move towards her room.

(Y/N) walked inside her room and closed the door, immediately stripping from the sweaty work-out clothes; she dropped them into her hamper and moved into the bathroom, stepping into the shower. Once she was finished, she pulled on her underclothes, then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Her eyes drifted to the zip-up hoodie in her closet; she pulled it off the hanger and slipped it on. Even after so long, it still fit her; she could faintly smell the scent of his cologne in it and she sighed, closing the closet, and moving to the door. (Y/N) walked down the steps and to the garage, grabbing her keys as she walked by.

***

The drive to the cemetery didn’t take long, and she stepped across the grass, still covered with dew. She pulled out the bottle of water from her bag, along with the old rag she’d grabbed; she poured the water on the rag then ran it over the surface of the stone, cleaning away the dirt.

“Sorry I wasn’t here last week, Jay. I had exams that week and I was too busy cramming. Honestly, it feels like a shit excuse on my part, but I know you’d understand.” (Y/N) grinned. “I remember how well you did in school. Right next to me, you were the best there was.” She pulled the rag away and wrung it out, putting it away, then she placed the vase of flowers at it, shifting it into place.

“I should mention that I passed my exams with A’s. (Y/N) (L/N) is one step closer to graduating. To be honest, school sucks. My nights are much more fun.” She snorted and pulled a photo album from her bag. “Tim helped me put this together a few days ago. He likes photography a lot.” (Y/N) opened it and reclined against the headstone. “You’d like Tim, Jason. He’s a good kid…smart, God he’s smart. Probably smarter than all of us…even Bruce.” She flipped the pages. “This is an old picture…the first gala you ever dragged me to.”

(Y/N) snorted. “I kept stepping on your shoes when we danced, but you just smiled at me…here’s you and I at the fairgrounds. I remember you threw up on the teacups because you ate too much. Ugh, that was so gross. Hilarious, but gross. Here’s that photo of you, Dick, Roy, and I at the pool. The chicken fight was fun and watching you and Dick pout because Roy and I beat you both was even more so.” Her fingers moved the pages, and she came across one of them; they froze on it. “…This was the last photo you and I took together. The Christmas party Bruce threw the year before you died.” A sad smile crossed her face, and she flipped the page again. “For now, that’s all we have.”

She closed the book and turned to the stone. “But I’ll make sure to take more photos so I can show you. Something tells me that the family is going to get a lot bigger in the future.” (Y/N) rose from the ground and collected her things, then stood in front of the stone. All at once, she felt someone’s eyes on her and immediately, she turned and eyes darting around, but saw nothing. Confused and unnerved, she faced the stone again. “I’ll see you later, Jason. I love you.”

(Y/N) quickly walked to her car and climbed in, pulling away from the sidewalk; she picked up her phone and pushed a button, listening to it ring.

Hello?

“Hey Bruce.”

What’s wrong?

“I think someone was around Jason’s grave.”

There was silence on the line, then his voice came over low and quiet. Why do you say that?

“Because it felt like someone was watching me.”

You sure it wasn’t someone else visiting?

(Y/N) huffed a mirthless laugh. “Bruce, I was the only person in the cemetery.”

I’ll see about putting up a camera in the quadrant that Jason’s grave is in.

“Alright. Hey…about patrol tonight. Can—”

We’ll talk about it tonight.

“Okay.” (Y/N) hung up and continued her drive towards Gotham University.

***

She stood in front of the Batcomputer, watching Bruce type away. “Have you found anything else about him?”

“Not yet. Dick’s going with me tonight, so we’ll see what it brings.”

“About tonight…Bruce, I think you should let me patrol again.”

“No.”

She sighed and leaned against the panel. “C’mon, Bruce. You can’t beat this guy on your own, not even with Dick’s help.” (Y/N) reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let me help you, Bruce. It’s what you’ve been training me to do.”

“She’s got a point Bruce.” They turned to see Dick walking towards them, already suited up. “(Y/N)’s been working her ass off to get back into the field. And after what we saw this morning, she’s damn sure earned it.”

(Y/N) turned back to Bruce who took in Dick’s words, then he rose from the chair and began walking off; she sighed and scratched the back of her head. “I swear it’s one step forwards and two steps back.”

“Don’t take it too personal (Y/N). He’s just worried about the new guy.”

Her response was cut off by Bruce who stepped up to her. He held out a black suit with silver streaks on it; she eyed it. “What’s this?”

“That’s your new suit…Vixen.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she gaped at him. “Are you…are you serious right now?”

Bruce nodded. “Dick’s right. You’ve earned the name and right to start patrolling again.” He took in the joy on her face and thumped her forehead. “Go suit up. We leave in ten.”

She scrambled to the changing room and stripped her clothes, pulling on the new suit. It fit like a glove, and she admired the suit in the mirror. She pulled on the domino mask and walked back out to them.

Bruce handed her a grapple gun and motioned to a sleek-black bike. “New bike’s yours too.”

“Holy crap this is awesome!” she yelled, pulling him in for a hug.

“Are you done yet?” Bruce sighed, patting her head.

“Don’t be an ass, Bruce. Enjoy the moment.”

He let out a chuckle as she pulled away, then his tone dropped into a serious one. “Listen to me very carefully, I don’t want you engaging the Red Hood, understood?”

She tipped her head. “I get it, but why not?”

“He’s too dangerous and unpredictable. Leave him to Dick and me. You stick to South Gotham.”

(Y/N) nodded and made her way to her bike. “I’ll stay in contact. Good hunting boys.” She pulled off and drove down the ramps.

***

She stood along the ledge of the building, watching the city below her; the night hadn’t been busy, but it certainly stretched along. Her eyes followed the cars and pedestrians when a flash of red caught them. Holy shit! It’s him! He paused on a roof top, then kept moving; (Y/N) grabbed her gun and aimed it for the building he’d just left when she paused. Maybe I should call Bruce…I’ll just tail him for now and get Bruce information.

She nodded her head and fired, slinging to the other building. Her feet hit the top and she was thankful that her shoes muffled noise as she began running after him. Tailing him wasn’t so hard as he didn’t turn around; he obviously wasn’t expecting someone to follow him. (Y/N) followed him, then, she lost sight of him.

Dropping down into the alley she’d seen him drop into, she let out a ‘huh’ and looked around, whispering, “I don’t understand…he was just here?”

“You’re good, but you aren’t the best.” She spun around to see him standing in front of her; (Y/N) reacted, throwing a fist. He caught it, and she brought her knee up to his stomach; he must’ve been expecting it too because he blocked it with his palm. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Too bad pal. I’m on the job right now.” (Y/N) jerked her fist from his grasp and threw her other one.

He dodged each punch and kick she sent, and he sighed. “I’m not going to fight you.”

That made her pause and she stopped with her hands raised defensively. “And why not?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you, Kit.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. “Look you’re obviously new in town, so I’ll give you this one for free. My name isn’t Kit anymore. It’s Vixen.”

He leaned against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest; he tipped his head back and flirted, “Vixen, huh? That referring to you growing out of Kit…or becoming a rather alluring seductress?”

(Y/N) uncurled the whip from her side. “Depends on who’s asking.” Whatever response he had was cut off as she cracked it towards him.

Quick as flash, and obviously well trained, Red Hood grabbed the whip and curled his arm around it, jerking it roughly. (Y/N) flew forward and he shifted, grabbing her wrists; he turned them around and her back hit the wall as he shoved her arms above her head. She thrashed until he murmured, “Stop moving.”

She yanked at his grip, then looked at his helmet; she spit at it. “Let me go you fucker.”

He chuckled at her. “Man, you’ve certainly grown a mouth.” He observed her. “Those were nice flowers you left.”

(Y/N) stilled at that and she stared wide-eyed at him. “…What?”

“A nice mix you had going. Forget-Me-Nots, that’s self-explanatory. Primroses for eternal love, Red Tulips for undying love, Rainflowers for atonement, and Sword Lilies for an August birthday.” (Y/N) felt the breath leave her lungs, and all she could do was stare, too stunned to speak. “You’re still holding onto him, aren’t you?”

Her eyes narrowed and she felt tears swim in her vision as she tugged at her arms. “You sonovabitch. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve visited his grave every week for the past five years, always bringing the same blend of flowers, and the same rag to clean with.”

“So, you’ve been watching me?”

“For a while…I wanted to know if you cared.”

“…Why?” His hands shifted, taking both her wrists in one, and the other went behind his head and pushed the button. She watched the helmet unlock and he pulled it off, dropping it do their feet, then he pulled the domino mask from his eyes and gazed at her. (Y/N)’s jaw went slack, and she could barely breathe.

“Because I still care.”

She could barely get his name out. “…J-Jason?”

His free hand came up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Hey (Y/N)…been a long time.”

Her heart slammed against her ribcage, and everything began to spin; the last thing she remembered was Jason calling out to her as she fell into darkness.

***Part Four***

Her eyelids peeled open, and she looked up at the ceiling blearily. Upon seeing that it wasn’t the ceiling in her room at Wayne Manor, shock registered in her brain, and she shifted to sit up.

A hand rested on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down as a low voice followed. “Don’t sit up too fast. You’ll make yourself sick.” She looked over to see him sitting there on the edge of the bed; his hand moved from her shoulder to the nightstand beside her. He passed her a warm cup, which she took lightly. “Here. You’re recovering from shock, something warm will help.”

She brought the cup to her lips, and the scent of freshly crushed peppermint leaves wafted up her nose. “Peppermint?”

“Peppermint reduces anxiety and makes you calm.” He nodded to it. “Drink.”

“Don’t be bossy…I’m doing it.” She took a few sips then handed it back to him; he took it from her and set it on the nightstand, then looked at his hands. There was silence around them, then she sat up, scooting closer to him. “It’s really you, isn’t it?” The silence he gave her made her heart wrench, and she reached out, curling her hand in his. “Jason?”

He finally looked at her, and she took in the sight of how clouded his teal eyes were. She rested a hand on his cheek, her thumb caressing under his eye. She stared at him, then whispered, “I don’t understand…how are you alive?”

Jason closed his eyes and shook his head murmuring, “I don’t know (Y/N). I remember everything coming back in the Lazarus Pit…but that’s about it.” She tightened her grip on his hand, feeling his thumb run across the back of hers. “I’ve been waiting for the chance to talk to you…but I didn’t know when to.”

“You could’ve talked to me at the cemetery.”

Jason snorted and glanced at her. “And send you into cardiac arrest where I was buried? No thanks.” (Y/N) felt the corners of her mouth rise and she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his; they stared at each other for a few moments, then Jason reached forward and pulled her into his lap, burying his face in her shoulder. Her arms came up and wound around him, threading a hand in his hair.

“I’ve missed you, (Y/N).” he whispered, tightening his grip on her waist.

She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too, Jason. Everyday you’ve been gone.”

They stayed that way for a while, simply holding each other, remembering what they had. (Y/N) pulled away after some time and took his face in her hands, observing him. She could tell how much he’d changed since they last saw each other those five years ago; he’d grown, and not just in his body and facial features. (Y/N) had seen the videos of him fighting; he’d become more skillful at fighting, deadlier too. Whoever trained him after Bruce had honed his senses to a razor-sharp edge. But what stunned her the most were his eyes. When they were younger, his eyes were always bright and full of mirth, always willing to spark some type of trouble…but now? His eyes were dark and cloudy, haunted by his past, a stark contrast from what she remembered.

(Y/N) reached up and twirled a finger in the tuft of white hair at his head. “That’s new.”

He smiled and nodded. “Was like that when I woke up.”

“Jason…what are you doing?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) shifted, pulling herself from his grip and rising to stand in front of him. “You know exactly what I mean.” She gestured to his suit. “This Red Hood business? Fighting Bruce? The war on drugs against Black Mask?” she shook her head like she couldn’t understand any of it—and for the most part, she didn’t. “What are you doing?”

Jason stood from the bed and wandered over to a table, his back to her. “I’m doing what Bruce won’t.”

“And that is?”

His hands shifted to the guns on the table, and he picked up a rag, beginning to clean one. “Controlling crime.”

“You’re not controlling crime, Jason. You’re acting like a mob boss.”

He snorted and glanced over his shoulder. “Maybe, but it’s getting the job done.”

(Y/N) thought her head was going to explode, and she crossed the room to him, grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face her; she glowered at him. “You’re not ‘doing the job’, Jason! You’re killing people!”

He jerked his arm from her grip and leaned in, his voice harsh. “Bad people! I’m putting down dogs that deserve it!”

“It doesn’t matter what they deserve, Jason! It’s murder! We aren’t executioners!”

Jason stood back up to his full height, and she watched his eyes turn to slits as he murmured, “I thought you of all people would understand why I’m doing this.”

(Y/N) thought he’d slapped her with how disappointed he sounded, and her voice turned incredulous. “Are you shitting me right now?” She reached out, her pointer finger jamming into his chest. “Don’t you dare turn this on me.” (Y/N) shook her head. “I left Selina and joined Bruce because I didn’t want to be a criminal anymore. I wanted to be a better person in your memory.” She stared into his eyes and spit, “You know damn well I’d never condone this…not even for you.”

“So, you’re choosing him over me?”

“Oh, don’t even go there, Jason. It’s not like that and you know it. Bruce helped me turn over a new leaf. He’s helped me become who I am.” (Y/N) reached out and took his arm. “Come home, Jason. Bruce and I can help you.”

This time, he gripped the hand that held his arm and he yanked her off. “I don’t need his help. Not when he did this to me.”

“Are you…are you blaming Bruce for this?”

“Of course I am! He left me to die!” The sound of a palm against skin echoed in the room and Jason reached up, holding his throbbing cheek.

(Y/N) glared as she whispered frostily, “He didn’t leave you to die, Jason! He told you to wait until he got back! I will admit that he wasn’t fast enough to save you, but he didn’t do this!” She tugged her hand away from his grip. “You’ve done this all on your own.”

His Adam’s apple bobbe4d as he swallowed, and he huffed a mirthless laugh. “You’ve changed, (Y/N).” He passed by her, muttering as he did. “You act so high and mighty, but you forget that you used to be a criminal too.”

She looked at him through the mirror beside her and she murmured, “I think it’s you who’s changed.” He turned and met her eyes and she added, “My Jason knew the difference between right and wrong.”

Jason flashed her a smile that made her stomach curl and he declared, “I don’t know if you know this, (Y/N)? But your Jason died.”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly and turned around, meeting his gaze. They stared at each other, and she affirmed, “Yes…he has.” Her hand reached up tugged at the silver chain around her neck; she walked past him to the door but stopped beside him. (Y/N) took his hand and placed the necklace in his palm; he looked down at it, then back at her, his eyes widening, and she hissed, “You can take this back. I’d rather die than marry what you’ve become.”

Jason’s hand curled around the ring, and he narrowed his eyes in amusement. “Don’t know if you know this, doll…but dying isn’t all that hard to do.”

(Y/N) glared as she passed him to the door, slamming it on her way out.

***

She wondered aimlessly through the streets, not caring where she was headed. After a few hours, a beeping sounded from her wrist; she raised her wrist and pushed a button on it. “Hello?”

Bruce’s worried voice came over the comm. (Y/N)? Where are you?

She looked around, taking in the view of the bay. “At the docks.”

Stay there. I’m coming to get you.

The call ended and she collapsed onto the bench, staring out at the water. Her hand reached up to hold the ring that hung at her neck but clenched around nothing. (Y/N) glanced down, then remembered where it went; tears filled her eyes and she reached up, covering her eyes as she sobbed.

A few moments later, the sound of the Batmobile pulling up came behind her, and then, a hand rested on her shoulder. She looked up, blinking through the tears to see Bruce frowning at her. “Let’s get back to the cave (Y/N).” She nodded and he helped her stand, walking her to the passenger side; she slid in and buckled the seat belt, staring out the windshield as he climbed in the driver’s seat.

The city passed them in a blur, and soon, they were back in the cave; Bruce turned off the Batmobile and they sat in silence until she whispered, “I know who he is.”

Bruce was quiet a few moments, then he murmured, “…I know as well.”

(Y/N) turned to him. “Ra’s brought him back.”

“It was actually Talia. Ra’s apparently called him a curse set upon the world.”

She huffed a laugh, but it was anything but humorous. “Right about now, I’m not sure whether I should agree with Ra’s or not…I’m inclined to agree with him.”

“How did you find out?”

“I saw him from the ledge I was on. I tailed him to an alley, and when he showed his face, I passed out from the shock.” (Y/N) looked at him. “Woke up and we got into it about what he’s doing…I left.” She paused. “How’d you find out?”

He sighed and reclined against the headrest. “We fought after I found Onyx, he revealed himself and...”

“And?”

“And after testing the coffin and the blood samples he left…it’s him.”

(Y/N) snorted and shook her head. “I could’ve told you that.”

They lapsed into silence, then Bruce murmured, “You aren’t wearing the necklace.” (Y/N) rested a hand along the base of her throat then shifted, climbing out of the Batmobile; Bruce followed her.

They walked a few feet, stopping in front of Jason’s old suit; (Y/N) stared at it, then turned to Bruce. “We made that promise when we were young and naïve…but now?” She turned around and began walking away. “I don’t think there’s a place for him and I in this world anymore. Not like this there isn’t.”

***Part Five***

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

His hands halted at her question but continued a second later. “You being there will only make a distraction.”

“Maybe, but it might also make him give in easier.”

He clicked the utility belt around his waist and looked up at her. “He had his chance to surrender when you two were together, (Y/N). Now I’m putting my foot down.”

She watched him move past her towards the Batmobile, and she reached out, griping his bicep; his eyes met hers and she said, “Call me if it gets bad.”

“It won’t.”

“It will.” (Y/N) squeezed his arm firmly. “And when it happens, you’ll need me to talk to him. We both know I’m the only one who can even begin to reason with him.” He said nothing, and she let go, watching him climb into the Batmobile and speed off.

After a few moments, she walked over to the Batcomputer and sat down, hitting a few keys until the monitor displayed Bruce’s cowl camera; she watched the scenes play in front of her, the mess with Black Mask, up until Bruce leaving to go find Jason.

Footsteps sounded beside her, and she glanced up to see Alfred looking at the screen. “So Master Bruce is going after Master Jason?”

(Y/N) looked back at the screen and nodded. “Yes.”

“Hmm. And you stayed behind?”

She bit her lip, eying the screen. “…It’s not my place to get between them.”

“It’s not?” he almost sounded shocked at her admission.

“No. This is Bruce and Jason’s fight now. It’s dragged on long enough.”

Alfred watched her for a few moments before humming again. “Hmm. And here I thought Master Jason still held privilege in your heart Miss (Y/N). I must admit it is hard to see that you have moved on so soon.” It was all he said as he turned on his heel and crossed the cave floor, leaving (Y/N) with her thoughts.

She stared at the screen for a few seconds, taking in Alfred’s words before mumbling, “Ah fuck it.” She rose from the chair and made her way to the case where her suit was, reaching out and pulling it from its holds; she slipped it on and tightened the straps and belts, moving to her bike.

Alfred stood beside her, holding out her whip. “I do believe this is yours, Miss (Y/N).”

“Make sure to keep in radio contact with us…we might need you Alfie.” He nodded and saw her off.

***

(Y/N) arrived in the nick of time, seeing Jason and Bruce moving into fighting stances. She pulled out her grapple and swung up to the fire-escape, standing between them; they were shocked to see her there. “(Y/N)?”

She eyed Jason and squared her shoulders, her back to Bruce. “Enough Jason.”

He stood up straight and glowered at her. “Move (Y/N).”

“No.” she retorted; she wasn’t afraid of him. This was still her Jason. A little worn and little darker, and a lot more damaged, but still him. Still good.

“This doesn’t concern you. This is between me and him.”

(Y/N) shook her head and pointed between them. “This concerns me just as much as it concerns you, Jason.”

His response was cut off by Bruce who gripped her arm firmly. “You need to leave (Y/N).”

“I’m not going anywhere Bruce.” She looked between them. “I’m stopping this before it goes too far. Let this end so we can talk.”

Bruce squeezed her arm, his voice hardening. “Your place isn’t here right now, (Y/N).”

She gazed at him for a few moments, before jerking her arm back, this time turning her back to Jason, as if protecting him. “This is my place, Bruce. Right here. Between you,” She paused and glanced over her shoulder, catching Jason’s eyes. “And Jason.” His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and she turned back to Bruce. “Fighting isn’t going to solve our problems. We’re all suffering from what happened in the past and what’s happening now. Stop this so we can help each other.”

Bruce went silent at her mini-speech, and she thought he was going to agree until he shook his head. “Jason plans on killing Joker…I’m stopping him tonight.”

Jason barked a laugh. “You can try and stop me.” The two of them shifted but stopped when the sound of a devastating explosion rocked the city, and an angry green light covered them; they all turned to the sight and Jason murmured, “That’s Blüdhaven.”

(Y/N) and Bruce’s eyes widened, and they both breathed in disbelief. “Dick?”

Jason chuckled at them. “My God…is Nightwing there? Imagine that. One son returns from the grave as another one enters it…what a fitting ending this has become.” Neither Bruce nor (Y/N) could form words as they watched in horror as the sister-city disintegrated before their eyes. “Good God, the ironies around. Here we are and you have to run to the site of an explosion to dig through the wreckage and find the body of your ‘Boy Sidekick.’ If he’s there, Bruce…you’re too late. Again.” Bruce shifted, starting towards Blüdhaven when a blast knocked him sideways. “No! You’re not leaving! Not now! Not this time!”

Bruce looked back at Jason, his voice and gaze pleading. “Jason. Please. I—”

Jason cut him off, his voice angry. “What! You ‘have to be sure?!’ Getting out of that alive would be one neat trick. It’d take a hell of a lot more than batarangs and a few escrima sticks to survive.” He paused, a smile playing at his lips. “If Ol’ Dickie is there. He’s dead. And if you leave…someone else dies tonight.”

(Y/N) shook herself out of her stupor and put a finger to her ear. “Alfred! Can you read me?”

“Yes Miss (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

“A nuclear bomb was just set off in Blüdhaven.”

“My God…Master Dick—”

“Send the Batplane to my location.”

She felt an arm curl around her bicep, and she glanced up at Bruce. “(Y/N) the Batplane wasn’t made to withstand such high levels of radiation. You’ll die if you’re exposed too much.”

Pulling her arm from his grasp, she began walking towards the ledge. “Alfred send the Batplane. Now.” She heard Alfred give her confirmation that it was on its way, and she turned to Bruce. “I’ll go find Dick…you end this here. Tonight.” Her eyes passed over Jason who wore a dark expression and the sound of the Batplane echoed in the sky.

She climbed in and spared them one last look before turning the Batplane away and flying towards Blüdhaven. She pushed buttons on the screen and talked to Alfred. “Alfred, scan for the tracker in Dick’s suit.”

“At once Miss (Y/N).” There was silence for a few moments then he came back over the comm. “I’ve got a location Miss (Y/N). But it isn’t the exact. Too much radiation interfering with the radar.”

“I’ll find him Alfred. Just upload his suit vitals into the system.” The sound of tapping came over and then a blinking line shot across the screen. “Alfred, how insulated is my suit to radiation?”

“As best as it can, be Miss (Y/N). Though with the lower half of your face exposed, you’re risking high exposure to the radiation, you’d be overcome with radiation sickness within the hour.”

“Does Bruce have any type of mask I can wear?”

“Check the bin beside you. There might be one.”

(Y/N) pressed a button, halting the Batplane and reached over, searching the bin; she pulled out a mask and fit it around her face, pushing the button on the side that sealed it. “Alright. I’m good.”

“Master Dick is in the outskirts of the city. Hurry Miss (Y/N)…too much exposure will kill him.”

(Y/N) disengaged the lock and began scanning the perimeter of the city for him. It took her about thirty minutes to find him, and when she did, she saw the radiation already beginning to affect him; she lowered the Batplane to the ground and ran out, crossing the street laden with debris until she got to him.

“Dick!” He turned in the direction of her voice, but she could tell he was disoriented; he staggered towards her, falling to his knees just as she reached him. (Y/N) caught his upper body before he fell over and she wrapped an arm under his and across his back, heaving him to his feet. “It’s alright, Dick. I’ve got you.”

He moaned trying to find his feet, and she began pulling him towards the Batplane. “Need…to check…for survivors.”

(Y/N) shook her head at him, heaving him closer. “We can’t do anything right now, Dick. We need to get out of here.”

“But…the survivors—”

“Dick. We can’t save them. I have to get you out of here before the radiation makes you sicker.” He relented his fight and allowed her to carry him to the plane; (Y/N) got him into a seat and strapped in, handing him a bag. “You’ll probably be sick for a while, so try to throw up in the bag.” He nodded weakly and she sat in the seat, then the Batplane rose and made its way back to Gotham. “Alfred, I’ve got Dick. Get some KI ready for him to take when we get back to the cave.”

“Shall I update Master Bruce?”

“Just tell him I got Dick and that he’s okay.”

“I will. Hurry back.”

“Will do.” The comm went silent and she glanced over her shoulder at Dick. “Dickie? You good?”

He was moaning lowly, but moved a few fingers, telling her he was. “…Where’s…Bruce?”

She felt her heart tighten, but she pushed it aside. “Fighting Red Hood.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“You…should’ve….stayed.”

“Stop talking Dick.”

“…M’kay.”

***

The rest of the ride was silent, and when she returned to the cave, Alfred was waiting for her with a gurney. They got Dick on it and wheeled him to the med-room in the cave; they rolled him onto the bed and (Y/N) gripped the zipper at his neck, pulling it down. Alfred helped her pull his suit off, and soon, Dick was asleep in the bed, the two of them resting in the chairs beside him.

“How did you find Master Dick?”

(Y/N) watched Dick’s chest rise and fall with each breath and she murmured, “Dick’s always put the safety of others above himself.” She glanced at Alfred. “I knew he’d try to help survivors in the area.” She rose from the seat and rested a hand on Alfred’s shoulder. “I need to go find Bruce. You look after Dick.”

He nodded and she left the cave, climbing back into the Batplane and taking off.

***

She scoured the city until she caught Bruce’s signal; she tapped a few buttons, connecting into the comm. “Bruce?”

(Y/N). Is Dick—

“He’s fine, Bruce. I got him back to the cave.”

There was a pause, then Bruce’s voice came over relived. Good.

“Where are you?”

Delivering Joker to the Asylum.

“And Jason?”

Gone.

She paused, inhaling shakily before murmuring, “I’ll find him…you go back to the cave and see Dick.”

Are you sure?

“I need to do this Bruce. Let me.”

Be careful, (Y/N).

“Jason would never hurt me, Bruce. You don’t have to worry about me.”

…I always worry about you all.

The corners of her mouth rose, and she quipped, “Yeah, we know.” The comm went dead and she turned the Batplane in the direction of Jason’s apartment. She landed on the opposite roof and swung over, lifting a window, and slipping in.

(Y/N) crept across the floor, taking in the view of the small blood puddles on the ground. She followed them into the bedroom and saw him resting on the bed, a blood-soaked towel held to his neck; he was sweating and letting out low groans. (Y/N) walked towards him and reached out, her hand covering the one that held the towel.

His eyes snapped open at the touch and his other hand came up defensively; she caught it and his eyes widened at the sight of her. “…(Y/N)?”

She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, pressing the towel harder to him. “Where’s your first-aid kit?”

He nodded towards the bathroom. “Under…the sink.”

(Y/N) nodded and rose, moving into the bathroom; she returned a few minutes later holding the kit and a bottle of alcohol. She took her seat back on the bed and moved his hand, pulling the towel from its position; she worked quickly, running the alcohol over it, and murmuring a soft “sorry” as he hissed in pain. (Y/N) dabbed the wound before pulling a needle and thread, suturing his wound.

After a few minutes, she pulled the knot and clipped the leftover string, running a pad of alcohol over it once more. She put everything away and found some washcloths, dampening one; then, she moved back to him and wiped away the sweat from his upper body before running the dry one over him, collecting the moisture.

(Y/N) could feel his gaze on her the entire time, but she refused to make eye-contact, instead murmuring, “Feel any better?”

He was silent a few moments, then he mumbled, “…Yeah.”

(Y/N) wiped her hands on the towel and rested them on the nightstand; she cleared her throat and moved to stand. “Then since you’re fine, I’ll leave.” She got to her feet when a hand curled around her fingers, and she looked down at him.

His eyes no longer held the fury they’d held earlier, instead, they begged for help. “Stay with me, (Y/N).”

She swallowed and shook her head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to stay here, Jason.” She started to pull away, but the hand tightened.

“Please don’t leave me, (Y/N).” he plead, and she met his eyes, shocked to see tears forming in them. “Please don’t leave me alone again.”

“Jason, I—”

“I need you…please.”

She stared at him for a few moments before nodding. “…Okay…I’ll stay.” (Y/N) moved, climbing onto the bed beside him; she rested her head on his chest, feeling his arm curl around her waist. “…You know he loves you…don’t you?” Jason didn’t say anything, she knew he wasn’t going to immediately, so she did. “There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t think about you…that he doesn’t think about how he failed you…that he was responsible for you.” She paused. “You claim he loved you like a son and left you…”

(Y/N) inhaled and lifted her head, locking eyes with him and she declared, “But you were—you are his son, Jason. And he loves you more than life itself.”

He swallowed thickly, and she watched him raise his hand to his eyes; his face morphed in agony and (Y/N) listened as he sobbed. She shifted, crawling up the bed and pulling him to her; his face buried in her chest and his arms wound around her waist, holding her. She raised a hand and gently ran her fingers through his hair, comforting him.

***

After an hour or so, they were still lying in the bed, Jason resting his weight on (Y/N) as she sat against the headboard. Her fingers still ran through his hair, sometimes lightly scratching his scalp, like she remembered he loved, and her other hand rested on his shoulder, gently massaging. They said nothing, just entranced in each other, until Jason broke it, whispering, “…I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I am too, Jason.”

He tilted his head up, giving her a stunned look. “For what?”

“I turned my back on you…when I should’ve been there to help you.” She paused, looking at him. “I was wrong to damn you without trying to understand what you were doing, and why.”

He swallowed, nodding his head to her words; his gaze drifted to her eyes, and he mumbled, “I never meant to disappoint you.”

(Y/N) stared into his teal eyes, and raised a hand, gently brushing the hair away from the tips of his cheekbones, setting it behind his ear. “Neither did I.”

Jason swallowed and raised his weight on his forearms, crawling up her body. “I never wanted to be at odds with you...I wanted to explain everything to you…but I was scared of your reaction.” His face was in front of hers now.

She sighed, nodding, “I know.”

He went quiet for a moment, then reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing along it. “I still love you…and I want you beside me.” (Y/N) met his eyes, watching as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “Will you come with me?”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Somewhere far away from Gotham.” He paused, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Come with me, (Y/N)…we can go anywhere we want.” Her hands came up and rested along his shoulders, gently pushing him away. His face twisted and he sat back, watching her rise too.

(Y/N) took his hands, brushing her thumbs along the backs of them; she met his gaze and she spoke firmly. “I’ll go with you.” His eyes widened and his face began to turn joyful until she said, “But you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

“A lot of the unnecessary killing has to stop.” His eyebrows furrowed and she squeezed his hands. “If you want me to come with you? To stay with you and to be with you? You’ve got to try.” (Y/N) pulled her hands back and sat up straight. “Jason, I know you do what you do because you think it’s right. And while I understand that there are some people who don’t deserve to breathe? They’re still human beings. Rapists and murderers, I can get behind your guns. But the petty drug dealers and small-time criminals? Jason, they aren’t worth the bullets you’d spend.”

He observed her for a few moments before reaching past her, opening the nightstand, and pulling something out; his hand was clenched and he spoke quietly, “When I first gave this to you, we were fifteen…we had our whole lives ahead of us. And when I was gone, you never stopped holding on.” He looked at her and said, “That kind of love isn’t something that just dies, (Y/N).”

His hand uncurled and the saw the familiar ring in his open palm. “When you gave this back to me…I was devastated. But…I think it started to open my eyes about us. And I think as long as you’re with me, I can get through anything.” He held out his palm again. “If I ask you again, will you accept?”

“Will try to honor my side of the arrangement?”

“I’ll…try to...I can’t make a promise to it though.”

(Y/N) nodded. “The fact that you’ll try is good enough for me.”

He took her hand and held the ring. “(Y/N) (L/N)…will you marry me?” Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded silently, too choked up to make words; Jason slid the ring on her finger and held her hand, his thumb rubbing the back of it. (Y/N) leaned forward and Jason pulled her into his lap, holding her to him. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jason.” she whispered against his shoulder.

After a few minutes, she mumbled against his shoulder; Jason chuckled. “(Y/N), I can’t hear you clearly.”

She pulled back, giving him a smile. “I want to get married in Switzerland.”

“Why Switzerland?”

“So, I can shove you into the snow after you kiss me.” The two of them laughed and Jason shifted, wrapping an arm around her waist; her arms wound around his neck, and he gently lowered her back against the bed. They stared at each other until (Y/N)’s eyes darted to the side. “So…are you going to kiss me? Or are you gonna keep staring at me like a weirdo?”

He snorted at her question and shifted a hand, tracing her cheek. “Just thinking about how pretty you are, doll.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “When did you start calling people doll?”

“Kinda just caught on.” He shrugged.

“Mhm.”

The two of them laughed again, then Jason admitted, “I don’t know if I can be the man you deserve, (Y/N).”

She shook her head, threading her fingers in his hair as she said, “You are already more than enough for me, Jason…if anything, I’m not sure if I’m the one who’s deserving of you.”

“Will you stay with me?”

(Y/N) leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, and whispered, “Now and forever.”

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Jake Rivers

Jake

“Fuck, it’s hot,” I said, wiping the sweat from my brow.

My chest heaved up and down as I placed my hands on my hips, my entire body glistening with perspiration.

Man, nothing like a morning run to get the blood pumping.

My morning runs had become one of my favorite parts of my day: Every day at 5:45 a.m, I’d roll out of bed and slip on my running shorts, lace up my shoes, and head out the front door. Living in a gated community with its own personal track field had its perks; I could run around, carefree, squeeze my cardio in, and I could finish it all before 6:30.

This summer, however, had been a scorcher. And I mean it. With the sun already up and blazin’ by 6 a.m., the temperature quickly climbed into the 90s by the time I’d be finishing up mile 3 of my 5 mile run. And boy, could I sweat up a storm. It’s why I always opted running shirtless because, I mean, what was the point, right? Plus, when you look this good, it’s a win-win situation for everyone. Especially for all the other gay men I’d encounter on my runs… I lost track of how many of them I had already hooked up with in the past, and, quite frankly, they were lucky to be hooking up with me.

I was hot. And that’s if I’m going to be modest about it: I was 6 foot 1, 210 pounds of lean, solid muscle. My chest was powerful, my legs were thick, my arms were chiseled in all the right areas, and my abs were ripped. If I wasn’t so caught up about running my fitness business, I could’ve easily been a fitness model. And, hell, I still got offered up a few gigs every now and then. As a matter of fact, if you check out Men’s Health next month, yours truly will be smacked right on the cover:

Jake Rivers.

Even my name has a ring to it, don’t you think?

“Man,” I said, catching my breath. “I could kill for a smoothie right now.”

And with that, I was jogging back to my house, a gorgeous two-story corner lot in the back of the community. It was, by far, valued the most at this point; I had revamped it several times, gave it a bit of the Jake flair… it was truly a beauty.

Seeing the looks on some of my hook-ups faces as they stepped into my crib always got my dick twitching. I lived for that shit: and it made them ride my cock that much better.

I mean, I couldn’t blame them. They were riding the dick of one of most successful entrepreneurs under the age of 30 in the LA-area over the last year; my business, Rivers’ Fitness, exploded onto the scene seemingly overnight… I was one rich, gorgeous, and talented 27-year-old. I would fuck me too if I could.

Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I slipped them into my front door and turned the lock. Shutting the door behind me, I plopped my keys into the small china dish on my front door table and headed for the kitchen.

Gathering some yogurt and juice from the fridge, I also rounded up some bananas, strawberries and mangos and set them on the counter next to my Vitamix blender.

BUZZ.

Glancing over at my phone a few feet away on the counter, I saw a message from a number not saved on my phone.

Weird, I thought.

I didn’t remember setting up a hook-up with anyone, which had to be who was texting me. All the unsaved numbers on my phone were from my previous sexual encounters. Those who, at least, weren’t immediately ghosted and blocked.

Grabbing my phone, I unlocked it and read the message:

Hey neighbor neighbor! :) your number is almost the same as mine! Except my last two digits are 34 and you’re 35! So you’re my number neighbor just one digit above!

“Great,” I said, chuckling to myself. I had heard about this trend recently. A ton of people on social media were talking about: Strangers were texting people that had nearly identical phone numbers as them, except the final digit always differed by one, either above and below. And some of the interactions actually ended up being pretty entertaining.

As for myself, however, I hadn’t thought anyone would actually text me, cause I certainly wasn’t going to text someone I didn’t know first, even if it was just in good fun.

But, now, having nothing else planned for this lazy Sunday, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.

Shrugging, I replied back:

haha yeah I’ve heard about this number neighbor thing. how’s it going?

Returning my attention back to my post-workout snack, I grabbed a small knife from a drawer, as well as a small cutting board.

I was about finished cutting up everything when my phone buzzed again.

I’m good :) just chilling. You a guy or girl? And how old?

Scraping the fruit into the blender, I quickly scooped out a few ounces of yogurt and added a quick dose of OJ before placing the blender lid ontop of the machine. I hit the power button and replied back:

Nice, same here. Just finished up a run. I’m a guy, and I’m 27.

I laughed to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Shaking my head, I turned on the TV, letting the news play in the background as I powered off my smoothie and poured it into a tall glass.

I sprawled out onto my couch, kicking my shoes off, and placed my feet on the coffee table in front of me. I sighed, feeling the cold thick smoothie chill my chest. Damn, that was exactly what I needed.

I clicked through the channels, unable to settle on one show, until I finally gave up on some random movie that I wasn’t entirely sure with what was going on.

It seemed to be some kind of sci-fi, coming-of-age flick. Something about some teenager that wasn’t really a kid but was actually a man that got trapped in a younger body after pissing off some wizard.

Boring, but it would do for now.

BUZZ.

I grabbed my phone and read the message from my newly acquainted stranger.

Cool! I’m a guy too. I’m 20. The name’s Adam. What’s yours?

Well, at least this kid wasn’t some old man or some child. That would’ve been really awkward and weird.

I replied back:

that’s cool, man. I’m Jake. Nice to meet you. Any plans today?

Placing my glass into the sink, I headed to my bedroom, fishing out a clean pair of underwear and tank top that I would lounge in for the rest of the day.

I was just about to turn the shower on when Adam replied:

Nice to meet you too, Jake! :) I’m not too sure. I wanted to try out something my friend told me to look into. But, I’m not sure yet. Random, and forward, but are you gay? I am, so it’s all cool. Just don’t have many gay friends. Would you be interested?

I laughed a little under my breath, agreeing that Adam’s text came off as borderline desperate, but, hey, at least the kid had some balls for even asking, I guess.

Yeah, I’m gay, I started replying. And sure, dude. We can be friends.

I turned the faucet on, and slipped off my running shorts and boxer briefs, letting them pile up on the ground. I groaned, cracking my neck a couple times and stretching out my hamstrings. I was looking forward to the hot water relaxing my tired muscles.

BUZZ.

Damn, this kid sure was a fast texter.

Not bothered by standing nude in my bathroom, I read the message as I continued stretching out my legs.

Really? Thanks dude! Wanna send a pic? So we can see what each other looks like? You sound cute :)

I rolled my eyes a bit, before opening the camera app. Hey, just because I was a little annoyed didn’t mean I could pass up on an opportunity to take a nice pic. Especially when I still had that post-workout glow going on.

Plus, I really had no plans today. So if I could sneak in a potential hook-up sesh, I was down. Adam having the same area code as me had me hopeful he at least still lived in the area.

I angled my phone a bit, making sure the picture captured my jaw in the best lighting, while also showing off my pecs. But, most importantly, to conceal most of the fact that I was totally naked. I flashed a quick smile, before taking the photo.

I smiled at myself, as I examined the photo. Damn, this cut was doing me good. I think I was down to nearly 10% body fat, and every muscle on my body was popping out in the best ways. I was feeling myself with how nice my beard looked. It wasn’t long enough to be considered anything intense, but definitely was a lot fuller than the light stubble I usually sported. I felt more distinguished with a beard of this length, and it made me feel more powerful and in charge. The last few guys I hooked up with even said I was on track for total daddy status, so, it definitely was working up the magic I wanted.

I typed out my message, attached the pic, and hit send:

Sorry for the lack of clothes haha. You caught me right as I was headed into the shower.

Stepping into the shower, I let the water flow over my aching muscles, particularly my legs. I lathered my body up, letting my cock bob up and down as it hardened slightly at the idea of seeing what Adam looked like.

“Fuck,” I said, turning the water temperature up a bit further. “I really hope you’re cute, Adam… this,” I said, wrapping my hand around my thick 8-incher, “could definitely use a good fuck tonight…”

BUZZ.

Perfect. I smiled to myself and quickly cleaned myself, actually eager to see what Adam looked like.

Once I was finished showering, I wrapped my towel around my waist, not caring that I was letting water drip over my marble floor. I grabbed my phone and brought it up to my face to unlock it.

holy shit, you’re Jake Rivers. Dude, you got no idea how awesome I think you are. You totally inspire me to get fit like you one day…

I smiled, feeling myself tent under my towel. I got turned on whenever a fan drooled over me.

My smile, however, quickly faded as I continued to read Adam’s text.

… okay, dude, so I know you’re totally out of my league… so my selfie is definitely not going to be impressive.. so… I’m sorry about that but I hope you still wanna be friends…

Underneath that was a photo covered in Apple’s “invisible ink” feature… a feature that allowed you to send people photos covered in a shimmery layer that you had swipe away with your finger to see the picture underneath…

Adam sending his selfie in invisible ink definitely could not be a good sign for me…

I swiped the shimmery texture away and pursed my lips at what I saw.

Well… he definitely wasn’t ugly… just one thousand percent not my type at all…

Adam tried emulating the pose in my selfie almost completely down to where the picture cut off.

Adam was a dweeb. Like a total dork. He had a pair of circle-framed glasses that made him look like a wannabe Harry Potter, or Clark Kent. His black hair was swiped over to the side in a very unkempt manner, that was not entirely covering a spattering area of zits near his hairline.

He wasn’t skinny either, but also not fat. Above average was definitely how you could describe him.

He was wearing a white tank top that was nearly as pale as his skin color, and it wasn’t doing his soft tummy any justice. In fact, it hugged it a little too tightly that it made him look like he had a bigger gut than he probably had.

Adam also was in the process of attempting to grow a beard, but it was splotchy and patchy in all the wrong areas. It made him look like a kid trying hard to look older but it only made him look ironically younger in the process.

And to top it all off, his teeth were a mess and covered in metal.

In the background of his picture was also a giant poster of Batman… and a desk covered in about a dozen comic books…

Yeah… hooking up with this dude was looking slimmer by the second…

BUZZ.

Jake? You there?

Shit, I forgot my read receipts were on.

Quickly thinking on my feet, I thought of a half-assed fake response before slipped on a pair of my favorite low-rise trunks. They accentuated my bulge perfectly and hugged my ass like a dream. It was a surprise to no one that this style of underwear was hands down my favorite.

yeah man I’m here. sorry, got distracted with this movie that i have playing on the TV. thanks for the love! I always love meeting a fan! But don’t be so hard on yourself, buddy. you’re pretty cute!

Hitting send, I threw on my dark blue tank and strolled over to my desk and opened up the message app on my laptop. This would make texting Adam easier, plus I could start making a dent on getting through all my e-mails I had been pushing off since Friday afternoon.

you think so? :) thanks! I think you’re so hot haha.

I rolled my eyes as I opened up my e-mail inbox. Damn, I hadn’t been this disappointed about something in a while. And to think I got myself all worked up about possibly hooking up with this loser.

BUZZ.

wanna help me out with something? my friend did it yesterday and it looked really cool, and I’d love to do it with you.

I sighed, wondering how I could end this conversation without sounding like a total dick, but even the possibility of completely ignoring him seemed extremely appealing. I’d give the kid a few more messages, but then it was over. I replied:

what is it?

BUZZ.

FaceTime me! It’ll be easier to explain.

Yeah, nope.

Uh idk man I’m kind of busy.

BUZZ.

Pleaseeeee, it’ll be fast I swear. It’s really awesome.

10 minutes. Tops.

I’d tell all my friends about how chill you are. I’m sure it’d be good for business.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. This is why I didn’t want to come off rude earlier because the last thing I needed was negative press spread by some dweeb. It would definitely look bad on my end… Things were going too good right now for some dumb scandal to put me under…

Whatever, I thought. If shit got too weird, I could always just hang up:

All right, sure.

I clicked the FaceTime symbol shortly afterwards and waited for Adam to answer.

“Jake!” Adam said, excitedly. He was sitting at the desk in his photo, presumably his bedroom. The lighting was pretty low, but luckily there was an open window behind him that made things a bit more visible.

God, he even sounds like a dweeb, trying not to cringe at his slightly nasally voice.

“What’s up, man?” I said, putting my hand on the back of my head, making sure to flex slightly. Hey, maybe I could even sweet talk him into buying some gear or maybe even a workout plan.

“I can’t believe you’re actually my number neighbor,” Adam said, shaking his head. “This is so cool!”

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a laugh. “Shit’s pretty crazy. So, what did you need help with?”

“Alright,” Adam said, typing on his computer. “I’m sending you a link to this website. Click on it when you get it. It’s supposed to take you to this page and all the instructions are there. It’s kind of like, a game if you will.”

“Sounds interesting…” I said, lying. The sooner I got this out of the way, the quicker I could return to rummaging through my emails.

“And… sent!” Adam said, smiling. “Lemme know when you get it.”

DING.

“Got it,” I said, staring at the link. The link preview was odd. It didn’t say anything, really. Just showed a blank, white square, and no text. “What kind of game is this?”

“All the info is in there!” Adam said, repeating his statement from earlier. “But, it’s kind of like… a sci-fi type of concept.”

Shrugging, I clicked the link.

Suddenly, my web browser opened up a page with a painfully blinding white flash of light.

“Shit!” I said, squinting my eyes shut. My vision got hazy briefly, my eyes attempting to recover from being assaulted by an unnecessarily bright screen. A few moments later, I reopened them. When my eyes focused back on the page, there was nothing but a couple sentences:

subjects determined. lives accessed. player 1 selected as subject in power. player 2 selected as subject without power. begin altering at will.

“What the fuck is this, Adam?” I said, reopening the FaceTime call window. “I got blinded by some white light and now I finished reading the instructions but I don’t understand them at all.”

“Holy shit,” Adam said, giggling. “It really worked!”

“What did, Adam?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “What kind of shit is this?”

“You’ll see soon enough, Jakey,” Adam said, smiling.

“Okay, dude,” I said, scowling. “I think that’s enough of this. I gotta draw the line at Jakey, plus I don’t appreciate getting involved in whatever this is. But, I’m gonna hang up now…”

“No, Jake, I don’t think you will,” Adam said, crossing his own arms over his flat chest. “You’re going to stay on this call as long as I say so.”

“Cya, Adam,” I said, hovering my mouse cursor over the red button… but I couldn’t click it. As much as I tried to… my finger wouldn’t press down.

“What… what the fuck?” I said, furrowing my brows. “Why… why can’t I hang up?”

“Cause I said you couldn’t,” Adam said, smiling.

“What?” I said, my voice rising slightly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re the subject without power, remember?” Adam said. “And I’m going to be making some changes. Starting with… you know I really love your beard. I’ve always wanted to be able to grow one, but, as you can see… I can’t really…”

My face started to heat up, and my mouth dropped at what I was seeing. Within seconds, I saw hair sprout on Adam’s face, coating it all in a nice, healthy well-groomed pattern nearly identical to mine… but what was most frightening was what was happening to my own face.

My beard was vanishing. It was withering away at the same rate Adam’s was growing, until there were just a few stray scraggly wisps on my upper lip, chin, and random areas of my cheeks. It was the most pathetic looking beard I had ever seen.

“What the fuck?” I said, almost at a whisper-level. “What the fuck is this? How are you doing this? Stop this right now you fucking dweeb!”

“Oh?” Adam said, rubbing his newly acquired facial hair. “Me? A dweeb?”

“Yeah, you little shit,” I said, almost yelling. “You got superhero posters plastered in your room and comics all over the fucking place. Give me back my facial hair back and go buy yourself some Rogaine if you want one! You probably wear Spider-Man undies since you clearly have never been laid before.”

“Well, Jake,” Adam said, chuckling. “I’m not sure what you mean. I’m pretty sure you’re the dweeb with the comic book obsession. And don’t you love wearing Y-cut tighty whitey briefs?”

My eyes widened as I noticed Adam’s background change. The posters in his room disappeared, being replaced with music vinyls, and sports trophies. The comics on his desk turned into health magazines and notebooks.

My room also shifted spontaneously. I gasped watching massive posters of the Justice League, Aquaman, Superman and Batman cover nearly every inch of my walls. My mouth gaped as crates of comic books cluttered underneath my bed, replacing the free-weights and other exercise equipment I typically stored there.

The biggest shock, however, was my low-rise trunks melting away and becoming a pair of skin-tight tighty whiteys that looked severely out of place on my massively muscular body.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, standing up from my desk and running over to my nightstand. I opened the top drawer and choked at the sight of rows and rows of white briefs. Gone were my trunks, my boxer-briefs and even my jockstraps. Instead, were the same style of childish underwear that I hated even when I was an actual kid.

“Fuck!” I said, holding my head. Memories of comic store visits as a child plagued my mind. Thousands of trivial facts on every comic book imaginable flooded my brain. I could distinguish between even the most obscure series, and I even remembered going to a comic shop yesterday and being thrilled at finding a variant for a comic I had been searching for for months now.

“What are you doing to me, you fucking pale freak!” I said, yelling.

“Pale?” Adam said. “Me? Nah, I’m always a golden tanned man. You, my friend, seem like you could get a little sun. You’re looking pretty pasty.”

“No!” I said, pushing my arms out in front of me. My stunning tan dissolved into nothingness, my entire body taking on a pale white that looked like it burned instantaneously if I wasn’t wearing at least 100+ SPF.

“Stop this!” I said, nearing tears. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Aw, Jakey,” Adam said. “But I can! Don’t get too upset now. You’re gonna knock those glasses off your nose.”

A pair of thick-lens frames materialized on my face, identical to the pair Adam had been wearing just moments before. I ripped them off my face, horrified when I realized I couldn’t see a foot in front of me without them.

“This isn’t happening to me,” I said, gasping. I walked back to my desk, gawking at the man on the screen.

Adam was looking more handsome with every command he spoke. His olive tan contrasted amazingly with his white tank top, and that beard truly made his jawline pop. And without his frames, I could notice how beautiful his blue eyes were. He was looking less of a dweeb and more of a handsome man.

“Please, Adam,” I said, finally realizing the dire situation I was in. “I’ll do whatever you want, man. Just please, stop this. Change me back. I can give you anything.”

“Don’t worry, Jake,” Adam said, laughing. “I’m sure you’re still a catch with the guys. I heard some men really like muscled dudes with small packages.”

I yelped, feeling my junk dwindle away.

“No, no, no!” I said, pawing at my crotch. My impressive bulge vanishing before my eyes. Where there once was an obscene protruding mound now lay a flat, hardly noticable lump between my thick, muscular thighs.

I pulled the waist band back to peek inside and started crying at the sight. My cock couldn’t have been bigger than 2 inches soft, whereas before it was a solid 6.5 inches flaccid. My balls were tiny, perhaps the size of grapes. I looked like a freak.

“Wow, thanks for these inches, Jakey,” Adam said, his hands in his pants. I think I’m over 8 inches now. Let’s see how big you are hard, shall we?”

My cock sprung to life, stiffening to its full potential. It hardly made a difference.

“You took away nearly all of it,” I said, miserably. “I must be like 3 inches!”

“Aw, relax, Jake,” Adam said, smirking. “Your voice always cracks too much when you’re upset. I guess that’s what happens when you have a high pitched, nasally voice.”

“NooOOoOo,” I said, whining. My voice cracked on its way up, my healthy baritone creeping up into a lighter timbre. “AdaM, you need to SToP this!”

“Take off your shirt, Jake,” Adam said, his voice booming as it deepened. “Pose for me!”

I flung my tank top across the room, posing in various positions.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to be 6 foot tall,” Adam said, “I’m only 5 foot 4 after all.”

The room began to grow around me as I plummeted towards the ground beneath me. I screamed and I dropped further and further, inches of height transferring over to the monster on the other side of my computer monitor. The first few inches were sudden, but the last several took their sweet time as I approached my new height of 5 foot 5, having surrendered 8 inches of my stature.

“God dammit, Adam, please” I said, grabbing at my throat, wincing at how pathetic I really sounded. “I’ll give you money, anything!”

“How bout your muscles instead?” Adam said, ripping off his tank top.

“Nooooo!” I said, yelling. My hard work melted away like it was nothing. The years I spent sculpting my muscles to perfection, the hours of putting together a routine just right, the power and strength I held so dearly… all stolen from me.

My pecs shriveled up on my chest. My arms thinned rapidly as they lost all definition. My legs followed suit, giving me an overall puny appearance. My abs vanished, giving me a flat tummy that hadn’t seen a crunch in years. My briefs hung lamely on my hips, now a couple sizes too big.

I looked like a loser.

Adam, on the other hand, was a stud. He looked like a man anyone would want to get laid up with, man or woman. He was ripped, sculpted, built.

I wept, staring at my image on my computer screen.

I really was a dweeb. A dweeb with no muscle tone, a pasty skin tone, thick glasses, a tiny prick, and way too many comic books that kept all the men I was interested in away from me. Zits began to sprout near my greasy hair-line as I continued to cry.

“Please, Adam,” I said, desperately. “I’m begging you… there’s still time to fix this… I can’t be like this… I’m too old for this kind of shit and I worked too hard for this…”

The tears ran down my cheeks, and down my totally flat chest. My twig-like arms shook as my knobby knees threatened to give out at any moment.

“There’s nothing wrong with being an 18-year-old obsessed with comics, Jakey, baby,” Adam smiled, flexing his pecs for the camera.

The years reversed themselves. All my memories of college disappeared from my mind. Gone was my business, my life’s work. My degrees, my car, everything I had spent time building.

Even my room changed, until I realized I no longer owned my own place. Instead, I was back in my childhood room, living once again with my parents. My new interior decor still hung on the walls and my comics still lay under my now twin-sized bed covered in flannel sheets.

“Oh my god,” I said, not caring anymore about how much I blubbered.

“So, yeah, thanks for the money too, man,” Adam said. “Guess it was a win-win, huh? But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have all the time in the world to get back to where you were. Once you know, once you graduate high school. I mean, you did flunk both the 4th and 7th grades, so you’re still considered a sophomore in high school… but, hey, you’ll be graduated in just a couple years!”

My brain turned into mush as my IQ dropped drastically. I remembered the embarrassment of watching my friends graduate on time as I sat in classrooms filled with kids 2 years my junior because I spent too many nights when I was younger reading comics under my bed sheets instead of studying for exams. My parents were grounded me for a whole year after I flunked 4th grade, and a year and a half after I failed 7th.

“Adam,” I said, moaning. “I can’t… I remember who I used to be… this isn’t right please, please stop…”

“It’ll all be over soon, Jakey,” Adam said, now poking at his stomach, his abs buried underneath a thick layer of fat. “First, time to get rid of all this hehe…”

I gasped feeling the fat accumulate on my bones. I watched in horror at my jawline became hidden under a soft double chin, and my nipples became droopy on my chest. My flat tummy became a little belly, then a rounder belly until I looked like I really needed to start running to get rid of it. My weak legs jiggled as the weight piled itself on.

I was officially a chubby nerd. Gone was 10% body fat. I was now somewhere between 22-25%, and it would take months, maybe even longer until I could even be considered remotely skinny.

“Oh my god,” I said, tears rolling down my plump cheeks. I lifted my belly up, watching it flop over my waist band. When it laid there seemingly big over my waistband, belly hair started to grow out on it. My ass jiggled as I ran over to my closet mirror, my prevously loose briefs readjusting to an appropriate size. My entire wardrobe shifted itself into an array of gaudy graphic tees and khaki pants. Seatbelt belts with comic logos and caps with slogans littered my shelves. All my workout gear was replaced with board games and video games; the only sport I played must have been Wii Tennis, something I hadn’t touched in years since I bought my Nintendo Switch with the money I saved up from working at the comic shop around the corner.

Adam was smiling.. “Looks like you need to workout more often. That belly you got there will not get any smaller by eating and drinking all that junk food you love..”

“PleASe noOOo.. oh god..” I could instantly feel how my willingness to eat strictly healthy food was gone. The thought of hamburgers, pizzas, chips and coke was now something my chubby belly longed for.

Adam continued.. “Listen to my advice Jake, otherwise you will never find a guy to loose your virginity with.”

My memory of dating and sleeping with countless of average men, strong men and even some twinks faded. Instead, memories were exchanged for moments in front of my computer, flipping through gay porn sites and masturbating to videos of hot muscular men fucking each other and hung men showering, souping in their god-like muscles and jerking off with their enourmous penises.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked Adam, miserably. “Why me?”

“Well,” Adam said, as he posed in his tight low-rise trunks, cupping his junk and flexing his legs. “You were an accident. I never thought it would be you. My friend did this shit with his number neighbor last night. We didn’t know the power of the website… it was all an accident. But when he turned into a stud and the other dude ended up becoming a sniveling skinny guy, I knew I had to join my friend. You ending up being, well, you, just made things so much more fun. I had so much I could change and take from you… so thanks, little guy. Or, should I say, big guy?” Adam chuckled, pointing at my shrunken, chubby body.

“Fuck you…” I said, holding my head in my hands. “You’ve ruined my life!”

“And given you a new one,” Adam said, rolling his tongue over his brackets. “Oh, almost forgot about these…”

My groaned in pain as metal chunks glued themselves onto my crooked teeth, rubber bands finding their appropriate pattern in my mouth. The orthodontist said he hoped I’d only have to wear my braces for about another year or so. I really hoped so too.

“I’ll help you find someone else, Adam,” I said, still begging. “Change me back and we can find someone better… please... I want to be me again…”

“But that’s the thing, Jakey,” Adam said, mocking me. “This, is you now. A sad, chubby, little dweeb. That’s what you are. The 27-year-old, fit, rich, douchey asshole, is gone. And me, Adam, the soft, average-Joe, is also gone. Now, I’m probably hotter than you ever were, smart, rich and hung. And I’m gonna have so much fun… hell my birthday is next month. I’ll be 30. And god, what a blast that is gonna be…”

“And who knows,” Adam said, bending over his laptop. “Find me in a couple years… maybe, and just maybe. I’ll let you worship this body. Cya, dweeb.”

And with that, he was gone.

I stood in silence, tears still staining my cheeks. A sad, pathetic, dumb, nerd. Who knew nothing about getting in shape, who know everything about Batman, and who would be living with his parents for many years to come.

BUZZ.

I checked my phone, an old iPhone 7 instead of my previous iPhone X Max. It was Adam.

oh, don’t worry. I’ll let you remember who you were from time to time. I’ll check on your regularly. But, now, number neighbor. I’ll let you forget this. so you can have fun with your new life ;) text you next month.

I shook my head, confused who this person texting me was. Deciding to ignore it, I deleted the message and walked back over to my closer, pulling out my favorite Avengers tee and a pair of appropriate cargo pants to go along with it.

They made my butt look a bit nicer than anything else I owned, plus, the cute regular was gonna show up to the D&D tournament tonight at the comic shop. He was sooo dreamy… he had big muscles and everything and I actually think he was flirting with me last time.

Me! Of all people… I hoped he would talk to me, maybe ask for my number. I lost track of how many times I dreamt about him fucking me… god, just the thought of it made my little dick stand straight up. I was totally out of his league but maybe, if I tried to act cool enough, he would be interested to be my first. To be on top...

“Jake!” My mom said, yelling from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming mom!” I said, yelling back. I pushed my glasses up on my nose and threw on my clothes quickly.

I hoped she was making pancakes; they were the easiest and quickest to eat, and my shift at the shop started in about an hour.

God, I couldn’t wait to see that sexy regular later that night… I really needed a first fuck…

Made by Raul originally - @thefateofdesire . Edited slightly by me.

#body swap #male body swap #mind control #body switch #gay comic

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