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btssavedmylifeblr · 4 years

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I forgot to send on my voting story. Ok so my brother and I both got mail in ballots, and let me tell you how we both forgot to mail it in so we just thought to bring them to our voting location. The lady there kinda yelled at us? She was confused and didn't know how to go about it. And honestly I just took it because we were the idiots who didn't mail in our ballots. We had to rip them up and they just us new ones to fill out in person and submit. Not exciting, but a story for void snippet. 👀

Anonymous said: Hi!! I'm so excited for void! I voted today around 30 minutes before the polls closed in my neighborhood because I had to wait for my dad and brother to get home from work since they wanted to go all together hehe. It was a pretty fast process! We just pressed buttons on screens (compared to last election where we had to bubble in everything by hand) plus, I got to keep the stylus that they gave us and it works on phones too! 🥰🥰 Thank you! I love your writing so much 💜💜💜

Anonymous said: I did mine through mail me and my husband did and we went to the post office a little while back and then he took us on a nice little date afterward and we got ice cream! Also I love void💖 keep up the good work

Anonymous said: VOTES FOR VOID??? I love democracy and I love VOID! So since May I've (temporarily) moved back home from New York to Indiana RE: covid; I've voted absentee for the both the primaries and presidential election (I'm still in IN rn...blah). I voted early and mailed in my ballot for the presidential election (about 3 weeks ago). Made sure my family was voting (brother mailed it in, mom dropped off a ballot, and dad did early voting) and encourage them to put up a Biden sign in our yard <3

Anonymous said: HI BEE! I ALSO VOTED TODAY! IM 21 SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME VOTING FOR THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION (my 18th bday didnt make the cutoff since im a december bday) im so happy to have done my part! I made sure to study up on the judges and policies and everything! Luckily the polling place didn't have a line so i was able to get in, get my ballot, and fill it in right away! I even dragged my mom and cousin to come with me. I made a joke on snapchat to encourage my friends to vote too. It was a pic of my "i voted" sticker with a caption saying "omg youre so sexy when you vote aHaha" -🦙

Anonymous said: this is my first time doing this so, so i hope i’m sending this correctly! i voted early in late september by mail! i live in a swing state, so it’s really important for me to vote and not waste time!! bc of my age, this is my first time voting so i’m really nervous 😅

Anonymous said: I voted by email! I'm overseas so I wasn't sure if my ballot would actually make it through in time, so I decided to go electronically. Had to sign a waiver saying I understand that my vote won't be anonymous but I haven't been given a reason to suspect voter suppression/fraud in my state, so I'm happy I think...!

Anonymous said: hi, i voted early on oct 24th. my absentee ballot didn't come in, so i had to travel back home to vote (~3 hour drive). when we got there, there was a ton of people outside the polling place, but no lines, so i was in and out pretty quick. it was my first time voting, so i had all the candidates i was voting for written down on a tiny receipt so i wouldn't forget 😅. my mom was with me, so she voted too. took a pic with my sticker (mask on for extra covid-ness) and went home. drove back the next afternoon!

whippedforkook said: Hi Bee. 💕 I voted in early October - nearly a month ago! 😱 It’s been really weird with all the lead up to the election because it felt like it should have been done once I cast my ballot! A lot of my friends have volunteered to get out the vote: writing postcards to voters, texting, phone banking, working the polls, curing ballots. I didn’t volunteer at all this year, but I hope that all of my friends’ hard work and everyone else’s is enough. I’m also hoping and praying that I will be in a better place mentally for 2022 so that I too can volunteer. Our work starts with 2020 not ends. 💕 Wishing you well. 💕

begineuphoria said: I went and voted last Friday as it was our last early voting day. No way was I going to wait until today with the crowds of people in my area that still act as if masks are somehow infringing on their rights. 🙄 It was a rather normal experience for the most part. Other than having to use a coffee stir stick to press the buttons on the machine to vote. In and out within five minutes.

Anonymous said: I voted down the street at this pretty park this morning. I got up at 5:30 and it was freezing. Luckily I wore like 30 layers and stood outside for 2 hours. Some nasty orange man supporters were rude but everyone else was pretty nice. A really cute older couple was playing soccer with pine cones and kicked it towards me to play too. Not the worst time tbh.

Anonymous said: Did mail-in voting in California! Extremely exhausting and took forever to research all the propositions - they are notoriously tricky in hiding their flaws and one side tends to outrageously outspend the other. But in the end I felt really good about my research and decisions! No need for you to post a snippet for this story - would like to save that to read sometime in the future ;) Thank you so much for doing this!

joonsgotthejuice said: Votes for void??? I am here! I went last Thursday and it was chaotic bc I kept going past the poll place but the line was soooo long so my mom called me and woke me up like "its pouring rain and the line is super short get up I'm gonna pick you up" so thats the story of how I got dressed in 5 minutes and dragged my ass to vote in the rain <3

Anonymous said: i voted early on thursday it was cold and rainy but i went in the late afternoon and thankfully the only waiting i did was a few minutes for an elevator i got very lucky and while waiting for the results is awful the relief that came from voting in general was just great

Anonymous said: Wheeew the polls just closed and I finally got to cast my ballot yayyy ( I was the one working the polls from earlier) it’s been a really really long day and we actually had surprisingly good turnout. I saw a woman try to vote for someone else who claimed to be “helping” and I saw a woman who I’m pretty sure was on some typa something 👀 Overall though I really I’m really thankful for people like you who encouraged people to get out and vote. I hope the odds are in our favor❤️🤞🏼

chelsea-chee said: Hello Bee! Today surprisingly my elderly father wanted to vote so I brought him out with me. He only cared about voting for Biden, which meant I got to help decide who he should vote for with the rest of the candidates and amendments! Say hello to baby bee for me as well! 💖

Anonymous said: Okay I gonna got a chance to vote today and the process wasn’t that bad actually. I went in just now and it wasn’t that busy( thankfully) so no lines. I’m from Texas and it’s gonna be almost impossible to turn this state blue, but every vote counts! I love that you are getting people to vote and also sharing your experiences as well!

owl-orgy said: Dropped off my mail in ballot at a polling location! I originally wanted to vote early in person because I was worried my signature wouldn’t match closely enough but ended up just turning it in and double checked today to make it said “ballot accepted and counted”!

Anonymous said: I voted in person this afternoon, better late than never I guess. I was gonna go last week but then I got cramps from hell. There was no one in line in front of me, I think my county early voted because it was packed everyday the last few weeks

Anonymous said: I voted early a couple weeks ago. Exciting thing though that did happen was I got both my parents to vote for their first time ever.

Anonymous said: I had a mail in vote. So, I filled it out and dropped it in at the ballot box at my library. (I also checked out books for the first time in years, so I had fun!)

bubblyjiminnie said: I literally just finished voting. Lucky for me, the line and wait wasn’t very long, and it was a nice enough day that the short amount of time I had to spend in line outside of the building wasn’t too bad. My social anxiety when it comes to stuff like this tends to be high but that’s what I get for waiting until Election Day instead of going the mail in route. This was only my second time voting, but I’m glad that I did 😊

Anonymous said: I turned my ballot in last week :) I’m not a big fan of crowds and I hate make spur of the moment choices but despite that the first time I was able to vote back in 08 my Mom pressured me into voting in person because “you’d have to experience it at least once in our life”. And ever since then I comfortably vote by mail. I take my time, do all of my research, listen to music, and best of all don’t have to deal with people.

Anonymous said: here in Washington state it’s super easy to vote. I dropped my ballot off in mid-October and it’s already been accounted for! Mail in voting and drop box voting is fantastic and provides equal opportunity and access. Sad to see some people in red states misinforming Americans about it! We also have a referendum for implementing mandatory sex ed, including teaching respect, empathy and consent as part of the curriculum so I was happy to vote yes on that too!

unionrox006 said: I voted about 2 weeks ago by doing a mail in ballot. The other eligible to vote members of my household did the same. We chose to vote by absentee ballot because both my mom and I have an autoimmune disorder, so we have to be careful going out in the pandemic. Tbh, the ballot layout was a bit confusing at first as was all the paperwork and required IDs and documents. But my dad explained it to me and we got them filled out and mailed off. Kinda mad I didn't get a sticker for it though

bluetostone said: Love this and so excited for the next chp of void! I early voted a few weeks ago and because I live in a pretty rural county I was in and out of my polling place in a few minutes. No sticker though 😢. I live in a swing state so it could go either way in terms of delegates. Just praying everyone is safe tonight as the results roll in...though, won't we not know for sure for a couple of days or weeks?

Anonymous said: My mom, sister, and I received our early voting ballots a while ago and I took the longest to fill mine out because it was making me anxious :,( but I did return it before it was due. I checked our ballot statuses and mine and my moms were accepted but my sister’s said they hadn’t received hers back. Then she got another ballot so she filled that one out too and I took it yesterday 👍👍 I think she got two because she changed her address late so they sent two?

vixsynsblog said: Non-interesting voter story: I'm paranoid and live in a highly divided area, so I filed mail-in ASAP, mailed it a few days after cause neighbors are nosy and don't understand boundaries. Was able to track my ballot through my credit company, which was nice. Only thing I was missing was my sticker. Never got one✊😔. So I had to improvise and write it in pen on my disposable mask. I'm working all this week so if riots break out from either side, I'll be at work. Prayers for the safety of others🙏

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Waaah!!! Thank you all for voting!! You are all my heroes. I am so grateful and proud of you. I’m sorry I ran out of time to respond to you individually. I’m going to drop two big scenes from Chapter 7 in gratitude (one of which will be familiar to my patrons and one won’t). I’m hopeful I will have the whole next chapter out very soon. Love you all!

Void spoilers below the cut.

When you wake up in the morning, there are still no signed HR forms in your messages. Had you been a fool to think they were interested? How much time does it take to decide such a thing? Perhaps just by putting the idea out there explicitly, it had lost all of its taboo appeal.

There is a calendar reminder waiting for you: Today is chili pepper pollinating day. At least this gives you an excuse to talk to Hoseok.

You find the science officer in the lab as always, sitting with his knee up against his chest. Hoseok doesn’t look well. He’s got dark circles under his eyes.

“Hey, um…” You shuffle your feet. Want to fuck me? No wait…“You don’t look good. Were you here all night?” you ask.

He blinks at you, bleary-eyed. “Um, was I? Yeah.. I suppose. Lost track of time.” He rubs his eyes, before looking you up and down, then casting his gaze back to the floor.

All you want to do is ask about the forms. Or the meeting. Or what he thinks of you now. But you don’t. “I need to pollinate the chili peppers today.” Usually Hoseok is the person who assists with that. “But I can get one of the other guys to do it if you need the sleep.”

“No!” Hoseok lurches forward, standing up a bit to rapidly and needing to put his hand back on the bench to steady himself. “I mean, I’m fine.”

You should disgaree with him. He is exhausted. But you’d like more time to talk to him.

Pollinating the chili peppers is both time-sensitive and time-consuming, hence why it took two of you to get the job done. There were no insects on your ship to do the job for you and if they didn’t get pollinated, they wouldn’t bear any fruit. Your chili peppers were your favorite crop. Not only a vital source of Vitamin C, but all your food benefitted from having a bit of spice added to it.

You and Hoseok head for the greenhouse together. The intital set-up gives you something to talk about in the beginning. Hoseok gathers the pollen from one flower onto a paintbrush, then hands it over to you to paint onto the stigmas of each little flower on the next plant in the line.

Slowly the conversation dries up as you fall into a silent rhythm. Other than just enjoying the chili peppers, you must admit that this was one of your favorite tasks on the ship because of the high likelihood that the two of you would brush hands peridically. Always gave you butterflies. But today he seems extra intent on keeping his distance from you. Was he disgusted by you now? His hands are trembling.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

His hand twitches so hard that a little rain of yellow pollen cascades onto the floor. He curses in frustration before turning to face you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Um, yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“This, um, plan of yours…” he gestures to the vague tension in the air. “It doesn’t feel like you.”

“I’m trying to save the mission. That has always been my top priority.”

“Yeah, I’m still not clear on how this benefits the mission.”

“Yoongi said…” you start to say, but are cut off my Hoseok’s derisive snort.

“Look, if you’re in love with Yoongi, just go date him, okay? Don’t feel obligated to include the rest of us out of pity.”

You frown. “I’m not… I’m not in love with him. It’s just sex. Just biology.”

“This isn’t you!” Hoseok argues back. “You hated the idea of anyone of us ever treating you that way. And now you just want all of us to… to… use you like that?” He splutters out the end of the sentence.

“No one is using me! This is my plan! I’m in charge!”

He sighs. “Well, I can’t be a part of it. Excuse me.”

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Taehyung finds you in the gym. It’s good to see him up and about, even if his arm is still in a sling.

“Hey, so I need to talk to you about this, um, ape sex thing.” He fishes awkwardly into his pockets and pulls out his tablet. Maybe Jimin was right. Is Taehyung going to be the first to take you up on your offer?

You pause your jog on the elliptical machine. You wish you weren’t so sweaty and gross for this conversation. Taehyung is such an intimidatingly attractive man with those strong eyebrows and that perfect skin.

Taehyung opens up the tablet and flips to the form. It’s happening. He’s going to sign the form. Shit. Then what will you do? It’s one thing to say you want to have sex with your whole crew, but what if he’s hoping to go right now? You need a shower.

Taehyung has really nice hands. Long strong fingers delicately navigating the touch screen. It seems totally improbable that a man this attractive would be into you, even if you were the only woman in the universe. It just adds to your suspicions that hormones are driving everyone crazy. Perhaps if you slept with him once, he’d lose all interest.

He finds the form and then turns his gaze up to you, staring you down with those eyes. It’s a good thing that Taehyung rarely turns his full gaze on you, because it is almost too much to bear. Shit, is he just going to sign it? Is he waiting for you to give him some sort of signal?

“You can’t do this to Jimin,” he says.

“What?” Not what you were expecting. “Do what to Jimin?”

“This.” He gestures over the HR form. “Signing these forms with everyone. Having sex with everyone. You’re going to destroy Jimin.”

“Jimin’s the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place.” It’s a lie. You know its a lie. Or at least a gross exaggeration. But Jimin was the one who first brought up the idea of sharing. All for the benefit of the man in front of you now.

“No way.” Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “No way was it Jimin’s idea that you sleep with the whole crew.”

“Well…” You can’t bear his gaze anymore and look down at the floor. “He wanted me to sleep with you.”

That surprises Taehyung. He puts down the tablet. “What? Why would he want that?”

This is awkward. “He, um, thinks you’re in love with me.”

“What?” There is only surprise on Taehyung’s face. It’s actually a relief to see that Taehyung is just as shocked by that idea as you were. “Why does he think that?”

“I don’t know…” You feel kind of dumb now. Of course, Taehyung doesn’t feel that way about you. Look at him. “Cause you told him you were jealous. Cause you can’t stand to be in the same room as us…”

Taehyung bites his lip. “Oh, um, shit, sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

If Taehyung isn’t jealous of Jimin...

“Taehyung…” He looks up, biting his lip. “What did you mean? Who are you jealous of?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he reaches for his microphone and mutes it. Out of respect, you mute yours as well. He glances toward the camera in the corner of the room, then stands up and begins unzipping his jumpsuit.

“Um…” You are distracted by the golden arms that peak from either side of the tank top as the zipper reaches his groin. “What are you doing?”

“Need something to block the camera.”

“We have towels,” you mutter. But he’s already stripping out of his shirt. The musculature of his back ripples. He hangs the shirt off of the camera to block the rest of the room from view.

“Yeah, but this way anyone watching will think we’re having sex.” His chest is just as attractive as his back and you flush at the sight of it. Mercifully, he zips back into his jumpsuit as he returns to his position in front of the exercise machine.

“You want them to think we’re having sex?”

“Don’t you? It plays right into your whole save the mission with bonobo sex plan.”

“I suppose.” Though the plan was also supposed to be that there would be no more secrets between the crew. “What plan of yours does it play into?”

“The one where Jimin doesn’t realize I’m in love with him.”

“You’ve never tried to tell him?”

Taehyung laughs wryly and shakes his head. “How would that conversation go? Hey man, I know we’ve known each other for years and I’ve already seen you naked and that you just think of me as a friend, but I’m in love with you. I know that’s awkward but now you have to spend the next twelve years with me, knowing that I’m attracted to you when you don’t feel the same way.” Taehyung sighs. “Doesn’t sound like a good plan to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, I’ve just ruined the friendship for nothing and then I don’t even have that.”

“Yeah… I get that.” There’s something touching about realizing that Taehyung has been fighting the same battle as you for the last two years.

“I couldn’t tell anyone before launch because what if they wouldn’t let me go then? You know?”

“Yeah, the director wasn’t big on sending anyone who might ‘complicate’ the mission.” The two of you share a sad knowing smile.

“Yeah… And I thought it would be fine, you know? I like women too. I’d just date women until launch and no one would know. I wasn’t planning on falling in love with my roommate.”

“I don’t think any of us really knew what this would be like.”

“I knew it was going to be a problem. I should have pulled out…”

Your mind flashes back to that moment of doubt when Hoseok talked you into still coming on the mission.

“But I couldn’t just let him go off into space without me. Even if he’d never feel the same way, at least he’d still be in my life.”

The emotion in Taehyung’s words makes your eyes begin to mist. “You really do love him.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung sighs again. “But he’s in love with you.”

“Well, he thinks he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“He only feels like that about me cause he thinks I’m the only option.” You wonder if maybe he would feel differently if he knew about Taehyung’s feelings.

Taehyung frowns and shakes his head. “You don’t give him enough credit.”

“Oh come on, you know him. How many women did he date while we were in training?”

“A few…”

“And how many of them was he in love with before he found the next one?”

Taehyung bites his lip. He can’t really argue with that. “So why are you with him then, if you don’t think it’s real?”

You shrug, rubbing your arm. “He wants me. It’s nice to feel wanted, I guess.”

“You know you could have that with any man on this ship right?”

You scoff. “They’re all suffering the same delusion. It’s only-available-vagina syndrome. I just want us all to fuck and get it out in the open. Maybe if we could get it out of our system, they would see I’m nothing special. And then we can get back to the mission.”

Taehyung eyes you up and down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit either.”

You shrug. “You wait and see. Jimin will get bored of me. They all will.”

The two of you both slump backwards in your seats, mulling over your shared woes. Taehyung bends down and picks up the tablet again. “So what should I do with this?”

“Obivously, you don’t have to sign it. I should have realized that not everyone would be interested.”

“Jimin thinks I’m in love with you?”

“Yeah…”

“Is it okay if we let him think that for now? At least until I figure out how to tell him the truth?”

“Okay.”

Taehyung smiles and signs the bottom of the form, then sends it to you. Your phone lights up with a message. “Thank you,” he murmurs before he leaves.

#I'm not going to answer asks about the spoilers right now #because I want people to be able to avoid them until the chapter drops #but that should be sometime in the next week or so #votes for void

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Kitten Part VII

Kylo AU x Reader

Here we go againnnnnn. Im not sure how the hell this fic has become so long. It’s going to start wrapping up in the next part. Enjoy friends!

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, praise kink Tag list: @reyloaddict55 @candycanes19 @jediminddicks1000 @finn-ray-nal-beads @maybe-your-left @thegreenmatt @morby @sydneyssmut @contesa-lui-alucard

To start this fic from the beginning, please refer to my masterpost.

The week slipped by.

Your dress from Kylo arrived at work on Friday morning, no chance to back out of wearing it.

You took the garment bag and an additional box into your office and shut the door.

You hung the garment bag on the back of the door. Too nervous to open it just yet. You had enough information to trust his taste, he had your sizing, but part of you was still nervous you would be faced with a dress 2 sizes too small that resembled a wench costume.

Exhaling through your mouth slowly you opened the box.

You frowned. There were 2 separate parcels. Black tissue paper - of course. You almost rolled your eyes.

You removed the first parcel. Definitely a shoe box. You gasped when you removed the paper and opened the box.

“Fucking hell Kylo.” You muttered. .

You had watched enough Sex and the City and read enough Vogue to recognize the unmistakable embellishment. Black Manolos.

You stroked the shoe in wonder, marveling at the craftsmanship.

You repeat your deep yoga breaths, trying not to panic. This was a lot. Extravagant. You knew damn well how much shoes like this cost. You purchased luxury goods from time to time, usually feeling nauseous after the transaction.

You moved to the next parcel, removing it from the box carefully.

Teasing open the tissue paper you broke into a grin. Black lace. A tiny scrap of a thong and a strapless bustier. You grazed your fingers across the fabric, it was beautiful, the bustier was mostly sheer, the boning visible.

You were seeing the vision, and you were in support of it, chewing your lip as you imagined yourself in just the lingerie and heels. Imagining the look on his face when he saw you in your gifts.

“Ok, let's do this.” You murmured to yourself, walking over to stand in front of the garment bag.

Another deep breath. You slowly unzipped the bag. The first thing you saw was the label. You were going to kill him. This was too much.

Alexander McQueen, fucking McQueen! You knew it was going to be perfect before you even had the whole bag open.

The neckline was an elegant sweetheart cut. The hourglass silhouette, midi length and black fabric exuded understated elegance. You turned the dress to find a back slit at the hem.

You held it, staring in awe. It was beyond anything you could have expected.

You hung it back up gingerly.

You sat at your desk feeling dazed. Overwhelmed by the generosity, unsure what it meant? Just- everything.

You had agreed to meet at Kylo’s prior.

You felt amazing, the dress fit like a glove. You had never worn anything so beautifully made. Everything you liked about your body was accentuated. The bustier clinched in your waist and pushed up your breasts just enough; you had stared at yourself in the mirror in slight amazement.

And! the! shoes! So comfortable for a pair of heels, so much so that the price suddenly seemed reasonable.

In a last minute panic you had had your hair and makeup done. You’d be damned if your cosmetic skills were going to let the team down.

Your stomach flip flopped as you rode the elevator to Kylo’s floor, nervous excitement coursing through your body.

You knocked on his front door and waited.

The door opened. Your jaw went slack as you took in the glory that was Kylo in a tux.

“Wow.” You breathed, walking in the door.

He was frozen in place, slowly taking you in.

He met your gaze, “Y/n, you look—..fuck you look amazing—...beautiful.”

“I- this” you motioned at your dress and shoes, “this is too much-...what I mean is, thank you, it’s so generous, but-... fuck Kylo, Manolo’s? McQueen? I just about passed out when I op-”

He cut off your babbling by stepping forward and grabbing the back of your neck, greeting your lips with a bruising kiss.

“So you like them then?” He smiled, against your mouth.

“I love them. I—” he again swallowed your words, his kiss slow and passionate.

He traced along your collarbone with his fingers, “should have got you a necklace.” He mused, breaking the kiss.

“No…” you shook your head, sighing as his soft lips kissed down your neck.

“Stop being so oppositional.” He murmured, lips still planting delicate kisses on your décolletage.

You huffed. He stood up to full height, eyes twinkling.

“Accept it, Kitten. I’m going to spoil you. I want to.”

You sighed, fingering the lapels of his tux, “it makes me a bit uncomfortable” you grumbled, “so much money…”

“I don’t have anything else to spend my money on.” He said softly. You felt a twinge of sadness. “Do you want to know why I got you that dress?”

“Mmmm why?”

“The collection was inspired by art nouveau which you said you loved. Remember, you showed me that work by Klimt? Also I knew you would look incredible in it.”

You look up at him, right into the dark amber of his eyes. You were moved.

“Are you serious?” You murmured in wonder.

He nodded, eyes crinkling with a smile, notably chuffed at your reaction.

“Kylo… this is, wow—...I’m really touched. I have only known you what? 8 or 9 months and this is the most thoughtful gift I have ever….” you trailed off. Feeling a wave of emotion that made you choke up.

“Oh, Kitten, I didn't mean to upset you.” He soothed, pulling you into his chest, it felt so safe there, engulfed by his arms.

“It’s a good upset.” You sniffed, pressing your face to his chest.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” You pulled away, “fucking makeup, You inspected his shirt and tuxedo jacket, relieved to find no traces of foundation.

Kylo looked at you amused. “I wouldn’t have been totally upset if we couldn’t go because my shirt got stained.”

“Behave.” You grinned giving him a playful smack on the chest before taking his hand, “come on, we better go.”

You stepped through the main door of the venue. People were milling around everywhere, beautifully dressed women and dapper men chatting loudly, armed with drinks.

Kylo took your hand and squeezed gently.

“What these things are good for is the booze.” He said as he steered you towards the bar.

You were soon armed with generously poured cocktails.

“I’m going to apologise in advance for the incredibly boring conversation.” He said in a low voice.

“It’s ok, I have to go to shit like this for the gallery all the time. Keep the patrons happy, fundraising and all that jazz.”

“Probably more interesting people than this bunch.” He grimaced.

As if on queue a deep voice boomed, “Dr Ren!”

An older gentleman ambled up to Kylo and whacked him on the back jovially. “How are you son?!”

They shook hands, “great to see you again Sir!”

The man turned his attention to you, you smiled politely.

“Ren, who is this lovely lady you have with you?”

“This is Dr y/l/n, y/n is the director at the city art gallery.” He introduced you, a touch of pride in his voice. “y/n, this is Sir David Walker, chair of the medical council.”

“Lovely to meet you Sir.” You shook his hand.

“Likewise, likewise.” He smiled at you warmly. “Excellent to have such bright young minds among us old decrepit lot.”

You laughed as he turned back to Kylo.

“So where have you been hiding this one, Ren, keeping her away from all this malarkey as long as possible?.” He joked.

Kylo’s hand crept to the small of your back, where it rested.

You sipped away at your drink as they got into a conversation about the stock market, nodding when it seemed appropriate.

You crept away at one point, getting another round of drinks for you both.

You came back to find Kylo alone, you handed him his drink.

“Told you.” He grinned.

“Oh stop, he was very nice.” You chided, sipping your drink.

2 hours later you were many cocktails deep and chatting away to whoever was around, Kylo was a few steps away with a group of men discussing the driest topics known to man. You had tapped out pretty quickly, opting for another drink and mingling.

His eyes drifted every now and then, checking on you. If you caught his eye you would wink.

It was nearing midnight when you came back to each other.

You were leaning against a pillar, watching some of the guests dancing outrageously. Kylo came up behind you and slipped his hands around you.

“You look sooooooooo fucking hot, Kitten.” He murmured in your ear.

Oh he was tipsy. Definitely tipsy. Handsy as well. His hands brushing the underside of your breasts.

“Hiiiiiiii baby.” You grinned, reaching back and stroking his face. “Are you drunk?”

“A little, I’m also hungry, all they have is fucking canapés the size of thimbles.”

“Oh god don’t even talk about food, I’m wasting away here.” Your stomach growled as if in agreement.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here and get pizza.” He decided.

“Now we are fucking talking!”

You were feeling rather tipsy as well, your feet not quite coordinating as you wished. You swore as you stumbled a little.

“Fucking martinis.” You grumbled, as Kylo’s arm shot out to steady you.

You managed to get yourselves down the road and into a pizza shop. Collapsing gratefully into a booth.

Because you were both slightly inebriated, ordering 3 pizzas seemed like an amazing idea, because how could you ever choose?

When the table was heaving with giant pizzas you realised the absurdity of your order.

“Babe, smile- this is fucking ridiculous.” Kylo laughed, holding up his iPhone. You posed with your slice of pizza, grinning at the camera.

He snapped a few, chuckling.

You both did an impressive job at getting through most of the pizza. Glad to soak up some of the booze sloshing in your stomach.

Feeling less like a legless teenager, you held Kylo’s hand as you walked down the street. A breeze picked up and you shivered.

Pausing, Kylo took off his tuxedo jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“What a gentleman, thank you.” You smiled, kissing his hand softly.

“Looks good on you.” He winked, as he opened the Uber app on his phone.

The car pulled up within minutes. Kylo pulled your body into his, in the back seat, keeping you warm.

You unlocked your front door, “welcome to my humble abode, it’s not quite Casa Ren, but I like it.”

Kylo walked into your apartment and his eyes flitted around.

It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either, somewhere in the middle. The walls were covered in art, well actually, anything that made you happy really.

“This is so…..you.” He smiled, seeming much more relaxed than you had expected, “it smells like you.”

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.” You said softly, tucking yourself under his arm. He kissed the top of your head, wordlessly.

“Can you undress me Daddy?” You whispered, snuggling into him.

You felt him freeze, and exhale with a soft hum.

“Just let me know if i take it too far or something ok? I’ve never done this...er, roleplay” you looked up at him biting your lip.

He chuckled, eyes fiery “neither have I Kitten, but say it again.”

“Dadddddy.”

“Fuck.”

“Show Daddy the pretty lingerie he got you, Kitten.”

You took off the dress carefully. He didn’t take his eyes off you. You looked at him and twirled.

“What do you think, Daddy?” You asked with a little smile.

“Jesus Christ, come here.” He said softly.

You walked and stood in front of him.

“What’s that in your trousers Daddy?” You asked coyly gazing at his obvious erection, before being unable to control yourself and letting out a laugh.

His hand landed on your backside fairly hard, making you yelp.

He was grinning, “why don’t you put your hand in there and find out little girl?”

You pushed him against the wall and worked his belt open. You watched his face as you put your hand into his briefs and wrapped your fingers around his cock.

Sucked in air through clenched teeth and met your gaze.

You widen your eyes, “so big Daddy!”

He smirked. You were both finding this whole roleplay comical, but it was quickly becoming insanely sexy, you were getting lost in the moment.

“Do you think you can fit it in your mouth Kitten?” He almost purred.

“I can try my best, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

You hummed happily at his words, getting down on your knees and pulling down his trousers and briefs.

Wrapping your hand back around the base you began to kitten lick his tip. He leant his head back against the wall making a strangled sound.

Flattening your tongue you licked him in one slow motion from base to tip, pausing to tease that one spot you knew drove him wild.

“Hhhhnggh good gi-... jesus!” You took him entirely in your mouth without warning, until you gagged.

You sat back on your feet and pouted up at him, “it’s too big, Daddy.”

His eyes crinkled with amusement, “Shall i take you to bed, little girl?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and trousers.

You nodded eagerly.

“Use your words, Kitten.”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He motioned for you to stand up, when you were on your feet he picked you up.

He carried you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t fucking stop with this, it’s so fucking sexy babe.” he breathed in your ear as he walked.

You chuckled, “this is fun, Daddy.”

He growled, before placing you gently on the bed.

He slowly took off his shirt, you watched, you could almost see his mind ticking.

“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” you smiled, leaning back on your arms.

“You can start by taking off those panties and showing Daddy your pussy.” he said casually.

You lifted your hips and slid the tiny thong off, kicking it at him. Leaning back on your elbows you spread your legs wide.

“Touch yourself, tell me how wet you are.” he instructed, roughly.

“Yes Daddy.” you purred, taking two fingers and running it through your folds with a little groan.

He looked at you expectantly, now completely naked, cock angrily red and erect.

“It’s very wet Daddy, what does that mean?” you asked with a smirk.

“It means, little girl, that you are ready for Daddy’s cock.” he breathed.

You nodded in agreement, grinning as he got onto the bed next to you and lay on his back, then patted his thighs, “come sit here Kitten, Daddy wants to see your pretty tits bounce in the lingerie he got you.”

You clambered over his thighs eagerly, dragging your pussy over his thigh greedily.

He grabbed your hips and lined you up, so you hovered just above the tip of his weeping cock.

He pushed you down onto his cock agonisingly slowly, watching your face intently as it contorted with pleasure, little whimpers tumbling from your lips as he stretched you out. It wasn't until he had you fully sheathed that he threw his head back with a loud moan.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” he moaned.

You used all your willpower to stay still and wait for instruction.

“Fuck, Kitten, move baby girl.” he hissed, taking your hips again and setting a pace for you.

“Perfect, you’re perfect.” he moaned as you moved up and down, rolling your hips slightly.

His eyes did indeed watch your tits bounce in the bustier, hands caressing your thighs.

Your hands crept in between your legs, seeking your clit. He batted your hand away and replaced your fingers with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh god, Ky-..Daddy-” you cried out as he pressed firmly on your clit and began to thrust to meet your movements.

“Need to cum Kitten?” he asked, pausing his thumbs movement on your clit.

“Mmmmm yes, yes please, Daddy, please!” you pleaded.

He doubled his efforts, sending you barreling toward climax with a gasp.

You came with a sob, chanting, “Daddydaddydaddydaddy.”

He flipped you both over, so you could lie bonelessly as he held your legs to his chest as he thrust into you to reach his own climax with a loud growl.

He collapsed next to you panting, “That was…”

“Hot.” you finished before laughing and rolling over, tucking yourself under his arm.

#fan fiction #filth and smut #reader x kylo #kylo ren au #smutbucket #kitten

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How’s the Heart?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26871853/chapters/65565265

Somehow I made it and it is FINISHED!!!! This is my fic that I wrote for @batfam-big-bang !!!!

The biggest of shoutouts and THANK YOUUUUS to my incredible betas: Ace, Skye, and Em!!! @toomanyfandoms21, @timmydrakewings, and @geekinthecorner !!!! I’ve never actually had a beta before, but for this i had 3??? You guys were so kind and patient with me and my last minute tendencies. Thank you for all your suggestions and edits!!! [heart eyes]

and then!! ARTISTS!! you guys really put your heart and soul into the pieces you made and i just,,,, want to cry,,,,THAMKKKKK YOUUU!!!! keep being awesome! im love u: Butter, Dean and Lucy!!!!!! @heybabybird, @greenbean-riverdean, and @houser-of-stories !!!!!

Its a Tim-centric 3+1 Three times Tim is helped or comforted by his family, and one time where he's doing pretty alright. (TW: Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal thoughts, etc! full tags on ao3)

1) Here I am to Share the Fear (Tim & Damian & Dick) Bruce is back and everything seems to be going well- so of course old fears pop up again. Damian notices his absence and tries is best in his own way to offer some comfort.

2) Fly Towards the Calm (Tim & Steph & Cass) Steph notices that Tim's failing at basic self care again, so she declares Movie Night. She and Cass try to remind Tim that he needs to take the time to care for himself and not just continue pouring himself out on behalf of others.

3) Night Will Come But Not to Stay (Tim & Bruce) Turns out catching the Clench and loosing his spleen have more lasting effects than they thought. Tim tries to ignore and push past his new found limitations, Bruce notices that something is off and is there for the inevitable breakdown.

+1) Fair Winds, Another Tale (Tim & Alfred) A rare event of relaxation, the Waynes have a picnic at the manor. Alfred worries about his family, but for now, it seems like everything is alright.

Read it under the read more or on AO3 !

Here I Am To Share The Fear

Too much. Everything was too much.

Bruce was finally back, and Tim was glad that everyone was so happy - despite them all being wrong.

Wrong.

WRONG.

He shook his head and put a light smile on his face, trying to focus on the conversation in front of him, but Dick was so loud. And there were far too many people in the mansion - in the same room - Tim swallowed and grit his teeth against the feeling of his organs crawling up his throat.

There were eleven people in the room.

Ten roses in the flowered centerpiece on the buffet table.

Nine cups scattered about the room.

Eight candle flame shaped light bulbs in the chandelier.

Seven white socks (why was Dick only wearing one?)

Six voices in variating clarity.

Five… Five? Five fingers on each hand.

Four windows, none open.

Three lamps, all unlit.

Two doors.

One exit. Viable exit, at least.

Zero people looking at him. Perfect.

It was time for him to go, so he took his exit as quietly as possible, noticing the volume of the crowd drop as he walked out. No one stopped him. No one seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn’t care. Good. That- that was something he could deal with.

As he fled to his room, he couldn’t help but notice how alive the manor was. So many lights were on, even in empty rooms. Little things littered the place as if people actually lived here. A book on the table here, ready to be picked up and read from where they left off. A suitcase full of clothes there, waiting to be unpacked. Doors open instead of closed and locked. Bed covers turned down, ready to welcome them home.

Tim reached his door and saw the life that had flooded there as well. Posters, pictures of family and friends covered large portions of his walls. Little trinkets given to him were lovingly placed around his desk. It was more than he could take, so he ran. He ran and ran through hallways and past open doors until the warmth of the occupied portion of the Manor turned to the chilly halls of the guest wing. Back in the furthest unused room is where he finally stopped, willing his heart rate to slow down.

The room looked like something out of a book, everything covered with sheets and layered with undisturbed dust, no signs of life. The evening light cast the room in cool tones of blues and greys, shadows soft and hazy. The attached bathroom was much the same, cold tiles sucking the heat from his feet.

Sitting down, he hugged his knees to his chest, letting the lines of the sink cabinet dig into his back. Tim stared for a while, trying not to think, and letting the clock tick a rhythm into his head.

The clock sounded so loud, and his breath seemed even louder. Nothing felt ok. Exhaustion pushed at the edges of his vision while panic seemed to well up inside of him and claw into his throat. Everything felt like it was closing in on him so he pushed back, laying on the floor and stretching his arms and legs as far as they could go. The cold seeped into him and he vaguely wondered if that’s what it felt like to die. To let your warmth bleed out into the universe. Death… was a calming thought. As humourless as that was, it forced a short laugh out of his throat.

Death would be preferable, he thought, to whatever feeling this is.

Bruce had been back for a month, and for a little while the triumph of bringing him home had been, well, satisfying. Relieving. Exhilarating.

But now, somehow, he was left feeling empty. Hollow. Carved out. His skin was pulled taut over his bones and there was nothing inside. Each day was an empty victory. A consolation prize. An uphill battle against an unseen enemy.

Eating, drinking, getting dressed, sleeping, showering, all done out of the necessity of existence. But most of the time he didn’t feel like he existed at all. Just a doll or a robot - there, but not really. Tossed aside until needed again. Some sort of empty, semi-existent thing. It felt too much like being five again and waiting by the phone for that occasional Sunday call from his parents.

A single tear slipped out, unbidden. It left a quickly cooling trail in its wake.

Everything is so stupid. Tim thought, frustrated by his own stagnancy, willing himself to just do something, instead of just lying there considering the logistics of several stupidly lethal ideas. He was working on kicking out the thoughts when he was distracted by the sound of light, purposeful footsteps. Damian. With footsteps like that it meant he was trying to be considerate. Creepy.

“What do you want?” Tim sighed.

“Drake.” Tim could feel rather than see the curt nod Damian gave him. “Pennyworth brought out those blueberry scones you seem to favor. However, you were not present. So I…” His self-assured tone faltered.

Tim turned to look at him for the first time. “You came looking for me?”

“I would hardly call it looking. You frequent a few spots and the conclusion was obvious by the number of people that are currently within the Manor.” Damian sat cross legged on the floor, pushing a scone into Tim’s hands.

“But why would you…?” Tim sat up, arching an eyebrow.

“It is only natural to know your enemy, Drake. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” Damian sniffed and waited for Tim to take a bite. Then he continued. “Then you will best know how to poison them.” A (dare Tim say it) friendly smirk showed itself on Damian’s face.

Tim snorted, and for once they seemed to have gained a sort of mutual understanding.

They lapsed into silence again. Damian shifted, obviously wanting to say something but didn’t know how. The expression on his face looked so scrunched that Tim almost wanted to laugh.

Instead he asked, “Is it still unbearably loud out there?”

Damian clicked his tongue. “With Grayson in the room? Obviously.”

Somehow Damian seemed even more frustrated. There was a good chance that any moment now he would jump up and leave, but not before throwing out an insult to cover his wounded pride at having to retreat. In his own way, he was trying to offer an olive branch, and as tired as Tim was, something in him couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He could almost hear Dick’s voice in his head, telling him that if he would just talk with Damian, have a conversation, maybe they could find common ground.

For once, he could see the clumsy effort that the brat was making, and he knew deep down, more than anything they both yearned for warmth. Not the sort of warmth that contrasted the grounding feeling of the cold tile beneath him, but the warmth of human connection. The numbness that had been growing in him twisted at that thought and he decided to take a chance.

“It’s nice to have everyone around, but…” he glanced over to try to gauge a reaction, “I can’t seem to settle into it.”

A sort of recognition, reflection, sparked in Damian’s eyes at that, and some of the tension began to leave his body. Tim continued.

“I guess it’s just that there’s always been something. If I do well enough in school, maybe my parents will take an interest in me. If I become a better Robin, maybe Batman will go back to normal. If I bring Bruce back, maybe we can all be happy again… But it never works. It’s never enough, and now- now there’s just… nothing.”

A few moments passed, and Damian’s own internal battle ended as he found the words to reach out in return.

“I, too… Mother’s time was very limited. I trained and studied hard for any extra moment of time or nod of approval she could give… and after Father denied me, it was much the same, trying to rework standards and limits for his approval. Not having something specific to work towards does indeed seem… disconcerting.” Tim searched his face and found sincerity there, though his eyes seemed to be distant as he turned away.

Damian once again found himself at a loss for words, so he thought about what Grayson would do in such a situation. A hug was… out of the question, but- he lay his hand in-between the two of them, palm open. This, he supposed, he could do. Tim took it, surprising them both. Damian’s hand felt almost unbearably warm after the cold of the tile floor.

They sat again, together, in silence. It was more companionable, though still awkward and stilted in ways neither knew how to fix.

“There’s nothing more I can do for this family. There’s nothing I can think of.” The silence stretched before them, and Tim hesitated to put his fear into words.

Finally, he whispered, “ There’s no excuse for me to stay now.”

Damian’s face whipped around to face him. “As usual, you are wrong, Drake.” He scoffed, “Don’t you know you can’t choose who your family is?” pausing, he let go of Tim’s hand and stood up, turning to leave. “You’re stuck with us whether you like it or not.”

Quick but light footsteps sounded out in the hallway.

“Grayson!” Damian called, “Come fix Drake before Father requires his assistance again!” Nodding to Tim he left without another word.

Dick then came skidding around the corner into the bathroom, one socked foot sliding out against the tile. “Tim! Are you ok? What’s wrong? Why are you here of all places?”

Overly warm hands, distant eyes, honest feelings? Tim let out a deep sigh. “You should be more worried about the little gremlin. I think he’s got a fever.”

Dick tensed as if to sprint off again, and Tim held in a sigh of disappointment, knowing that Damian would be the priority, yet again. But instead of running off, Dick simply pulled out his phone and sent off a text, settling down into the spot on the floor that had been recently vacated.

“Bruce is on it.” He glanced out the doorway as if he could still see Damian storming past. “Did he-?” The question of his behavior went unsaid but not uncommunicated.

“No, we had a completely civil conversation. One might even call it a heart-to-heart, by our standards.”

“Therefore, he must be sick?”

“Other signs, too. But yeah.”

The buzz of an incoming message confirmed it, but Dick put his phone away instead of typing out a reply.

“A heart-to-heart, eh? I always knew you guys could get along if you just tried talking.”

“Don’t you dare say I told you so,” Tim shot a glare at Dick who was failing terribly at trying to look affronted at the very thought, “but it does seem like we are a lot more alike than I realized.”

“Who would’ve known?” Dick teased.

“Never mind, just say I told you so next time.” Tim grumbled. “Anyway, it seemed like he was really trying, and that he wanted to help in some way. I guess I just couldn’t ignore that.”

“Yeah.” Dick had his proud big brother face on. “I'm glad you guys are finally getting along. What did you talk about?”

“Oh, you know, feeling worthless without having something to focus on, questioning our places in people's lives, the usual. “

“That does seem to be a common theme in our family.”

“He called me family,” Tim murmured. “Or, well, he implied it. But for him, that’s basically saying it.”

“Tim, that’s…” Even Dick looked astounded.

“Unbelievable?”

“No, not unbelievable.” He chided. “But definitely surprising.”

“That’s one way to get me out of a bad mood, I guess. I was so surprised that it jarred me right out of my own downwards spiral.” Tim closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “Most everything still sucks, but that’s a bright spot, at least. My therapist keeps telling me to look for those. I guess I have another one to add to the list.” He turned his head to share a small smile before standing up to stretch. “That and Alfred’s blueberry scones. I sure hope there’s some left.”

Dick matched his smile with a blinding one of his own and reached over to ruffle Tim’s hair.

“You know, if you ever need to talk-“

“I know.” Tim bumped his shoulder into Dick’s. “Thanks, Dick.”

Fly Towards The Calm

“Think fast!” Stephanie’s entrance was about as subtle as a stampede. She must have been hanging out with Jason lately. As the door behind her swung closed, she tossed a tightly, carefully wrapped package at his face. He caught it with one hand as he finished reading the last paragraph of the proposal he was looking over.

“Evidently I’m the Wayne family errand boy now,” she whined as she jumped up to sit on his desk. “I drove the brat home from school and got enlisted by Alfred to deliver food to your sorry butt.”

“You could have said no.” he muttered. Peeling back the folded wax paper revealed a tuna fish sandwich, exactly how he liked it, though a bit squished from being thrown across a room.

“Refused? Alfred? Are you joking?” she asked, over dramatically taken aback. “Besides, I was rewarded with my own delicious sandwich and not one but two cupcakes.”

“Two?” his eyebrow raised.

“Well, he only gave me one, but generously allowed me to snatch a second. I didn’t eat yours because I’m nice.” She dropped the rest of his lunch on his now closed laptop.

“Indeed, I shall never be able to repay your kindness,” he said around his own mouthful of sandwich.

“You got that right. Anyway, Cass and I are gonna have a night on the town tonight, wanna come with?”

Tim hummed in agreement.

“Great! I’ll text her. You should probably get a nap first though. Come on, you can eat on the way.” She popped the last bite in her mouth and hopped off the desk.

Gathering his things, he glanced at her in amusement. “Alfred put you up to this, too?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you even have to ask?”

Looping her arm in his, they headed to the door. He noticed a slight hesitation in her steps and turned to find her looking at him funny. But she just shook her head and let whatever it was, be.

Until they got in the car, of course.

Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she sped down the road she asked, with a tone he couldn’t quite decipher , “Did you use my dry shampoo?”

His mind ground to a halt. Of all the questions he thought she’d ask, that was not one of them, and for the life of him, he couldn’t reason out why. They constantly borrowed each others’ things without issue, and for that matter, so did the rest of their mismatched clan. Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he needed that nap after all.

It had been a minute, maybe he should answer the question.

“Got my own bottle.” He said carefully, “Seemed useful.”

“Hmm.” God, now she sounded like Bruce. How many odd habits had she picked up from them?

“Tim…” she sounded soft and hesitant, as if he were fragile. He hated when they did that. “When’s the last time you took a shower? Or ate a full meal?”

He contemplated it with a hum. “Patrol,” he said finally.

Stephanie’s hands tightened on the steering wheel for a moment. “Has it been bad lately?”

“What? …Oh.” Oh. “Not… really? It’s just been numb. Quiet. A bit like the way everything is muffled when you’re underwater.” A bit like drowning, he left unsaid.

She nodded and made a sudden U-turn. When he looked at her in askance, she shrugged. “We’ll patrol together another night. I’ll update Cass when we get to my apartment, but go ahead and text Alfred now. We’re going to have a self-care night with movies and facemasks and whatever other dumb indulgent Pinterest crap I can think of.”

Tim opened his mouth to argue but found he was too tired to care and yawned instead. “Nap first?”

“Shower first. Then nap.”

[BREAK]

He woke the moment she opened the door and turned his head to meet her gaze as she poked her head in with a grin.

“Ca-“ he broke off in a yawn, “Cass!”

With a quick glance behind her, she continued into the room, holding out a steaming mug. Tim sat up in bed, gleefully accepting it as she sat down next to him.

“Coffee,” he sighed in delight.

“Coffee.” She agreed with a solemn nod.

The silence was comforting as they sat there, leaning against each other, Tim soaking in the rare precious moments where he wasn’t rushed, or pulled this way and that. Reaching the bottom of the mug, he set it aside, wrapping his arms around his sister instead.

“You are a blessing upon humanity,” he said, “we don’t deserve you.”

She laughed and tightened the hug. The moment felt just like flying free above the streets of Gotham, and the thought of staying in for the night felt right. Cass pulled away just enough to look at him face to face, an amused twist to her lips.

“You smell like a Steph!” Squeezing him once more, she slipped away and was halfway out the door again when she turned as if she had just remembered something. “Oh!” her smile turned sly, “Decaf!”

“Hey!” He jumped out of the bed to catch up with her, but when he rounded the hall into the living room he was stopped in his tracks.

It seemed that somewhere in between dropping him off at her apartment to take a nap while she met up with Cass and “gathered necessary supplies”, and returning with said supplies, the original objective had been lost.

“It looks like you brought back half the manor’s supply of blankets and robbed a concession stand… and is that the old DVD case? I thought I got rid of that.”

“Yeah. Me and Dick saved it! Having everything digital may be convenient, but having a physical folder of DVDs just feels right!”

Tim suppressed the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and decided to leave the debate of Digital vs. Physical for another day.

“Anyway, you’re up just in time to help us set up the blanket fort!”

An hour later found the living room unrecognizable under the piles of pillows and draped sheets. Tim and Steph stood in the kitchen sorting snacks and discussing the night’s activities.

“-and then there’s this green tea and honey one that’s really great, very soothing-“

“Steph, you don’t have to explain them all to me, you know I’ll always let you test your facial concoctions out on me,” he cut in.

“Of course I know that. I’m not rambling about them for my benefit- I’m rambling about them for yours”

A head tilt was his only reply.

“Ok, let me try to explain this in a different way.” she put down her phone to look at him. “Tonight, Cass and I are going to attempt to teach you how to take care of yourself.”

“I know-”

“Not in the way that you’ve done or that you know. Your version of taking care of yourself is to fool the cameras, the public, to fool Batman into thinking that you’re at your best.” she shoots him a look. “You’re not. You’re running on fumes and you can’t fool your family.”

“Taking care of yourself is NOT finding the lowest number of hours of sleep that you can ‘function’ on.” She makes quotes in the air with her fingers. “It is not replacing a meal with a power bar, even if the calories are the same! It’s not only taking showers when you have to leave the house, or shutting yourself in to do casework all the time!” her hands fly up in the air and she huffs.

Taking his hands in hers she looks him square in the eyes before saying more softly, “Self-care is eating full, balanced, Alfred-cooked meals as often as you can. It’s doing your laundry every week and brushing your teeth twice a day. It’s taking naps even when you would literally rather be sorting through the 5-year backup of paperwork in R&D. Or better yet, getting a full 8-10 hours of sleep regularly! It’s looking in the mirror and saying to yourself, everyday, ‘I am good enough. I am worthy of and deserve all the love me friends and family try to give me.’

And tonight! Taking care of yourself is having a spa night with Cass and I while we watch anime movies and eat copious amounts of junk food, because we all know that patrol burns an extra 2,000 calories anyway! Plus, we can look at the Affirmations board I have on Pinterest! Cass likes practicing saying them while she beats up bad guys. Says the look on their faces is priceless.”

“Funniest one, I said, ‘I aspire to be a blessing and an inspiration to others.’” Cass recites popping her head out from the mass of blankets, “Guy completely stopped! Then I punched him.”

Night Will Come But Not To Stay

“I cant- I can’t do this anymore! I won’t do this anymore!”

“Promise?”

“…What?” his tears paused for the barest moment, before overflowing again. Bruce was crouched in front of him, tear tracks staining his face.

A moment ago Bruce had been standing with his back to him, untouched by Tim’s words, or perhaps instead, disgusted?

But perhaps that conclusion was wrong. As Tim searched his face now, it looked more like he was the one in pain and exhausted beyond belief.

His lips were moving, and Tim struggled to catch up.

“What?” he repeated, softly and sniffly, a cord of self-disgust lashing out within him at the pathetic sound of it.

Not just tear tracks, it seemed. Bruce was still shedding tears as he repeated himself.

“Do you promise? That you won’t do this anymore?”

Tim’s mind felt like sludge as he tried to piece together how that request could possibly fit into the context of the last few minutes.

They had been training, not so long ago. Bruce had reached out to Tim first, this time. Offered to train together like they had in the past. Tim had jumped at the chance. He should have known better.

It had been going fine, at first. Great, even.

But his insomnia had been worse than usual this past week, and his other symptoms had been acting up, too. In response to the lack of sleep, maybe, or just the continued pattern he had observed, gradually worsening over time.

Honestly, it was probably a great big mix of things.

But he hadn’t been willing to cancel - not the first thing that he had actually been looking forward to in… too long to think about.

So, he’d shown up anyway, his body begging him to just rest.

They’d warmed up and started sparring.

Well.

It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes of sparring, and his body went from begging to outright rebellion.

He went down and couldn’t get back up.

And for some stupid reason, Bruce had decided to yell at him to get up.

So, he yelled back.

Yelled.

Screamed.

He’s not even sure what all he said, just that this last added bit of disappointment piled atop the ever-building terror of symptoms and lit the fuse that exploded within him and stole the earth from under his feet. It ripped through him and tore out his throat, multiplying as his view was constrained to the back of the man he respected most, seeming to be utterly unmoved by it all.

His obvious confusion and continued silence spurred Bruce to try to explain.

“Promise me that you’ll stop running yourself into the ground. Please.” He tilted his head to try and catch Tim’s eye. “I know you’ve been struggling, and not just lately. Alfred said you’ve seemed like you’ve been having an especially difficult time for quite a while. He said he had been meaning to bring it up to me before… and that he had tried to talk to you while I was gone, but that he couldn’t get you to stay in one place long enough to broach the subject. I know something’s going on. Tell me about it. Let me help.”

“Something’s going-? Help?” his laugh was incredulous and desperate as he dug his fingers into the mats beneath him before forcing them to relax. “No. You can’t- you can’t help me.” He scoffed. “Was this-“ he waved his hand around to try to indicate this situation that he couldn’t find words for, “this, supposed to be helpful?”

“Well,” Bruce looked a bit sheepish, “when you get stressed, I know you tend to internalize all of it. Direct it all at yourself. I thought if you had something outside yourself to direct it at instead… It had worked for-“ he cut himself off. “Well.” He said again, letting it rest a moment before continuing at a different angle. “What do you mean I can’t help you?”

“I mean, you can’t. I- I already researched it. There’s nothing- I mean, I sure had enough time. I had thought, with how tired I am, that maybe it’d help with my insomnia. You’d think so, right? But no. No. I’m still awake, but now I’m lying there, and I can’t do anything. Because I’m too tired! I’m so tired, Bruce. I thought- I thought I knew what tired was.”

“Tim, you’re not making sense. What’s going on? Why are you so tired?” he shifted to sit down and lifted his arms to give Tim a hug but stopped short, holding there, offering.

Tim fell into his arms and Bruce gathered his son as best he could.

“Turns out The Clench has permanent effects that the cure couldn’t reverse. They’re only just beginning to research it, but I’ve been tracking symptoms. Chronic fatigue and pain, nerve damage, migraines- other things they aren’t sure are connected. There isn’t a cure, and it’s gradually been getting worse. I’ve tried the suggestions though it's hardly any change: diet, exercise, rest, the basics. But it’s all just maintenance, and I can’t-“ he went limp as his eyes filled with tears again. “I can’t do the things I used to be able to. I’m barely making patrol- the rest of the day I’m in bed. I can’t do classes. I had intended- I was going to finish High School, or maybe get my GED. But I have to lay down after taking a shower. I can hardly think anymore. I have to drag myself out of bed to go to the bathroom. I used to be able to do everything, and now I can’t do anything! I can’t help you anymore! And you can’t help me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bruce pulled him closer to his chest and rested his cheek on his head, rocking them back and forth. “It’ll be ok. We’ll figure it out.”

“No, it won’t! It’ll never be ok again! Can’t you see? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t think! I can’t think, Dad! What use am I now?” his voice broke and Bruce felt his heart break with it.

“Tim,” he gathered Tim’s hands in his own from where they were clutching his shirt, and planted a kiss on his knuckles, smoothing over them with his thumb. “Son, listen to me. You were not born into this world to be useful.” He stopped him before he could interrupt. “I know you like being useful. I like being useful, too. But I need you to listen to me. You are more precious to me than all the stars in the sky. Nothing will change that. When I say, “We’ll figure it out”, I’m not talking about a cure, or some way to make sure you are, quote unquote, “useful”. I mean that we’ll figure out a way for you to live a happy life. A successful life in whatever capacity that it may mean for you. When I say “it’ll be ok”, I don’t mean that I have a fix, I just mean that no matter what, the others and I will be here for you, however you need us. I mean that no matter what happens, you have a place here. You are my son. I love you.” Bruce cradled Tim close again, and their tears mingled where their cheeks pressed together.

“It’s ok. I’m here”

(+1) Fair Winds, Another Tale

Despite still being in the middle of setting things up, the picnic mood was already in full swing. Large blankets were being weighed down by pillows and baskets of assorted snacks. Tables were being laid out to hold the main meal, soon to be a large potluck. No matter how much Alfred insisted on being the one to cook it all, each attendee persisted in bringing something to share. He faintly wondered if they would run out of table space again this time ‘round.

With the majority of the tasks already accomplished, and the remaining tasks hijacked by the ever-enthusiastic young people, Alfred found himself with nothing pressing to do. He made his way over to where Tim sat, transferring water bottles and pop cans from cartons to coolers.

“As much as I appreciate the help, I do so wish they’d stop flinging cutlery across the lawn.”

Tim looked up to watch Steph and Duke and Jason for a moment, trying to suppress his own smirk at the sight of them gleefully tossing said cutlery to each other.

“I mean, it's just plastic, right?”

Alfred sighed as he sat in a camping chair set up next to the coolers. “Yes, but that’s not quite the point. The job is getting done, though, I suppose.”

They sat a moment in pleasant silence, watching as their family milled about, more relaxed than Alfred had seen in years. He hated to break the quiet, but with the entire family around lately and as busy as ever, he had hardly had a decent conversation with any of them. He worried about all of them, of course, and their shared inability to ask for help, but Timothy was an especially quiet lad, when it came to facing problems.

“How are things?”

“Well, all the drinks are already chilled, and we have plenty of ice.”

He shrugged a little at Alfred’s pointed look. “I think they’re ok.” He fiddled a bit with the boxes and tied a fresh garbage bag to the back of a cooler. “Not great, but ok. The weight, the fog… It’s lessened, somehow?”

“Your medication is helping?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a big part of it. But more than that, the way that I think about things now, it’s- I mean, obviously, it’s taken months, and ‘better’ isn’t a word that I’d use- but there’s been progress. And for once? It’s like I can let that progress just, be? I’m not sure how to explain it, really.” He leaned back to stare at the sky. “ I’m still working on things, and putting effort into it, but I guess I’m not expecting things to be fixed completely and immediately.”

Alfred hummed in response encouraging him to continue.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s still frustrating to no end. Trying to ‘let go’ of perfectionism and the control issues… Sometimes I feel more like I’m chopping off parts of myself with the issues rather than just ‘letting them go’. But I’ve been finding new ways to define myself, and it’s been more manageable lately. I can work with manageable. And when it’s not, I have people who make it bearable.” He looked off to where Bruce was welcoming their first guests. “That’s more than enough for me.”

“Master Timothy,” Alfred waited until Tim met his sincere gaze, “I am so proud of you.”

The small smile Tim shot at him reminded him so much of the shy grins that were common when young Timothy had first entered their lives. Alfred’s heart ached for the many children whose smiles he had seen stolen over the years. The moment was cut short as Jason stormed over demanding,

“Tim, Steph is insisting that the 2005 Pride and Prejudice is better than the 1995 version. You have to tell her she’s wrong.”

Steph came bounding over with Duke. “What's wrong with you? Do you hate Kiera Knightley or something?”

Jason took a dramatic step back with his hand on his heart. “You should know better than to ask that question! But the 1995 version is still the better version. It's more faithful to the books! The delivery is stunning! The banter is unsurpassable! And it has Colin. Firth.”

Duke breaks in, “I mean, he’s got a point. They took the time necessary to keep as many details as possible from the book. Elizabeth’s take down of Darcy is unparalleled. When it comes to banter that’s definitely the one to watch. Also, the 2005 Mr. Bennet is kinda creepy, not gonna lie.”

“See? Duke here is a man of taste.”

“But the aesthetic!” Stephanie cried, “The finger twitch! Darcy looking like a sad puppy in the rain! Elizabeth kissing Darcy’s hand!!! 2005 is a masterpiece! Tim, you tell them!”

“Don’t look at me, I think they’re both great. Besides, I like Jane Eyre better.” Tim says.

The other three stop and stare.

“You know, that makes sense.” Duke said with an assessing look. “Personally, my favorite is the Count of Monte Cristo.”

Jason threw up his hands in defeat. “You guys aren’t even talking about Jane Austen anymore!” They all turned as another car came up the drive. “Oh thank god, Babs is here! She’ll take my side.”

Their conversation faded into the distance as they paraded back across the lawn, dragging Tim into their argument as they went.

Bruce watched them fondly out of the corner of his eye as he approached in turn.

“The Kent’s are here, save Clark. Lois says he tried a new recipe and wanted to run it past Martha first. Diana’s running a bit late, but for the most part it seems that everyone else will be here in an hour or so. How are things coming along?”

Alfred knew he was asking about more than just picnic preparations. “All is well, Master Bruce. For once, all is well.”

#bbb2020 #batfam big bang 2020 #batfam #batfam fic #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #Stephanie Brown #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #fanfic #hurt/comfort #angst and fluff #holy crap i cant believe this is finished #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw suicidal thoughts #also talk of chronic illness #part three might hit a little too close to home during current events sorry #shout out to my fellow chronic illness peeps who are grieving the loss of health #i def cried while writing it #tim drake gets a hug #also everyones in therapy btw #all is well alfred says until clark shows up with that accursed sweet tea and restarts their ongoing battle over tea #please imagine the intense eye contact across the lawn as clark sets down the sweet tea at the drinks table smugly #it wouldnt fit in the fic but it fits in my heart #also u better believe that Dev is there!!!#im just too shy to write him

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nagitoshopejar · 4 years

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Lmao lemme just try to write a tk fic and see how well it goes.

Gundham x Kazuichi fic

Its currently 12:18 am and I have to get to school tomorrow.

Lmao I have no title for this fic.

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Kazuichi had been sitting on the couch resting his head in his arm, his elbow placed upon the arm rests of the faded green coloured coach. He sat there watching tv. He'd been doing it for the past few hours.

The pink haired boy jumped suddenly when he heard his name being called.

"Kazuichi? Are you ok? You've been sitting there for hours watching the shopping channel." The ultimate emo breeder looked at his boyfriend, clear concern in his eyes.

Kazuichi didnt turn to look at his boyfriend let alone even blink. He just sighed. "I'm bored Gundham. Theres nothing here to do."

"No theres something wrong. You act... Different when you're bored." The hamster man had said, his small patience was running out.

"No I'm fiNE AGH-" the mechanic looked down to see the emo pinching his sides.

"I'll give you one more chance Kaz."

"I'm fihine."

By this point Gundham had enough and started poking his sides.

"Guhunham wahAIT!" Gundham had tackled and pinned him to the coach.

"No can do. I gave you, your chance." And with that he started scribbling his sides. Kazuichi was bucking with laughter.

"GUHUDHAM STAHAHAHAP!"

"Stay still would you? I need to make sure you have the normal amount of ribs." He giggled to himself as he dragged a finger slowly counting and digging in between each rib. "1... 2... 3... Ah, where was I again? I lost count." He started back up again.

"GUHUHUNDHAM!!" Kaz shouted.

"Yes?" Gundham asked as if he werent torturing the poor innocent soul.

"IHIHIT TIHICKLEHES!"

"Its supposed to." He chuckled to himself. "Anyways. 1... 2... 3... 4... 6..." He stopped for a moment. "6? No that cant be right. I need to mark this down. San-D could you get me a pen please?" He placed san-d on the floor and the hamster came back with a small fluffy pen that Sonia had given to Gundham for his birthday. It was decorated with cats and dogs. "Alright."

"Gudham please dont." Kazuichi watched in horror the emo drew the pen closer.

"Dont what?" He asked, knowing damn well what kazuichi meant was going to answer.

"Tickle me." The forbidden words. Kazuichi had realized what he'd done. "WAIT NO!" He thrashed trying to get free grabbing at Gunhams wrists.

"Tickle you? Of course. Why didnt you asl sooner? But first I need to stop you from me dishing out what you want." He tied the scarf around Kazuichis wrist making sure he couldnt do anything. "Now then..." He placed the pen on the pink haired boys ribs and immediately giggles started pouring from his mouth. "1... Look at you Kaz youre so cute. 2... God Kazuichi youre so ticklish. 3... ." As gundham counted he spouted teases at every number.

"GUHUHUNDHAHAM STAHP!!! PLEAHAHHESE!" Kazuichi sputtered now arching his back. Luckily and unluckily for him, Gundham had finished at his ribs.

"Are you ready to talk?"

"I told you, im fine im just bored." Kaz lied through breaths to catch air in his longing lungs.

Gundham sighed. "I wonder if its still your best spot." Kazuichi knew instantly what he meant.

"Please nonononono." Kazuichi pleaded.

"Most certainly yes." Gunhdam said turning the pen around to the feather soft side. "One more chance." He waited but it was silent. Kaz was preparing. "Ok then." He said dancing the feather in one under arm and wiggling his fingers in the other.

"GUHUHUHUNDHAHAHM STAHAHAP!!!"

"Ready to talk?" He didnt stop or slow down.

"WAHAHAIT PLEAHAHAHEHESE!"

"For what? The tickle monsters hungry for giggles." Gundham leaned down not halting his attack on the underarms and blew a huge rapberry on Kaz's navel.

"OHOHOHOK OHOHOK ILL TEHEHELL YOHUHU!!" Kazuichi had tears streaming down his face. His hat was on the floor and his hair was a mess. A light pink had painted his face and he was still giggling from the ghost tickles. Gundham let him catch him breath for a few minutes and untied him.

"I-I miss the others. Sonia went back to Novaselic and I want to see her again. She was a great friend." Gudham hugged Kazuichi giving him a little kiss on the forehead. He let Kaz lean on him.

"I'll buy us tickets to see her again. I promise she wants to see you to."

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Snsnskskskjsjfhf holy I thought it would be worse.

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mrjarviss · 5 years

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Watching Onision’s weird videos so you don’t have to [as of 13.12.2019]

so this is totally not the content i post on my blog normally, but like, the situation is really entertaining in a certain way. it’s just the biggest, most obnoxious cringefest ever, most videos have the same premise, and why even give him the views. so like, lets summarize the videos oops

shaky cam™

complains about his videos being disliked

cries about people “harassing” him [yes, apparently disliking a video equals harassment]

rips down his green screen while screaming and shirtless

starts crying and pretends to gag [that’s a reoccurring theme]

Quote: *destroys his entire setup* “YOU LOOK AT THIS, YOU LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!”

ok ok

man’s sitting in that chair like your mom when she found out you failed a class

tries to be arthur fleck way too much

“haha guys my last video was just a joke lmao im totally mentally stable”

anyways, ppl comment “okay groomer” and he is triggered

[ain’t sure if he’s being sarcastic since i’m bad at detecting that, but] he interprets ‘groomer’ as someone who is clean

smears shit in his face

screams

cries

almost pukes

cries more

Quote: “please stop calling me a groomer” *nasty sobs and face covered in shit* “EUGH THEY WONT GIVE ME MY PATREON BACK” *literally has a little seizure*

plees

talked to his therapist

wants to ask ppl nicely to delete all the videos made about him

wants a fresh start

“pity me” basically

screaming and laughing again

wants ppl to tolerate his temper tantrums

TL;DR remove your videos about onision and give him a second chance

pretends to cough up blood

Quote: [after literally screaming about how little ppl tolerate him] “I’m supposed to do this calmly though.”

now

"hey guys my therapist told me to say sorry”

begging on his knees to get his patreon back

crying

takes off his shirt for no reason

loses it, runs to another room and pours soda on himself

screaming

Quote: “When you deleted my patreon my soul died! My soul DIED INSIDE MY BODY! I FELT IT LIKE A LITTLE INFANT BABY GROWING INSIDE MY BELLY, IT DIED!!”

bye

nobody understands him

no therapist for onion boi this time

another apology

wants to work at McDonalds

got the wrong application

jump cut: he takes his shirt off again

cringy employee practice round

screams suddenly and his clothing rack falls on him

Quote: “Just let me live in peace and let me have my McDonalds job.”

left

presumably kai kicked him out

packs his shit, cries and gags

“shut up, stop laughing”

cries in car, drool all over his chin

Quote: “I’ll see you in court.”

help

lives in the woods now

protests against patreon by being homeless (???)

literally doesn’t understand what he did wrong

doesn’t want to be called the “joker of youtube” anymore

y’all he’s the victim, this is so sad :’((

pours kombucha on his body while doing caveman noises and (?)laughing(?)

screams bc he wasted 7 dollar kombucha

Quote: “people will say you did something wrong, even though you didn’t. like, you literally didn’t do anything intentionally wrong ever.”

dissoultion

kai wants a dissolution

he took the fucking kids, yo

the thing he’s prob most mad about is that they misgendered his not-so-significant other

little seizure N° 2 + pterodactyl screeching

more gagging and crying

Quote: “i’m fine :). this is fine, this will work out. you know, we-we uh, we had 7 years together” [...] *screaming*

im done

some person let him sleep in a box outside their house

brought a whole huge af container with apple juice so he can drink it whenever he gags

apple juice gets in his eyes

crying

joker laughing

the guy who let him sleep outside his house must be regretting it rn

Quote: “sorry i brought some apple juice... to drink... whenever i start - gagging. i got this from one of the *swallows* uhhhhh free food shelters trump’s trying to shut down.”

i want custody

upgrade from box to shitty hotel

still salty about his patreon

also still salty about kai kicking him out

also also still salty about being called ‘the joker’

boutta sue his ex

wants his dog back

screaming and gagging

crying in the shower

Quote: (passive-aggressive) “To the person who said my videos are bad, how about you unsubscribe?” *proceeds to joker laugh*

oh no

local man pretends to shit himself and cries about it

in the first few seconds his crying sounds like a race car

literally looks like he just poured coffee on his white shirt

shows random scratches on his leg and whines in pain while not even touching them

begs patreon to give him his account back

Quote: (referring to the shit on his shirt) “my lover used to clean this :(”

baby carrot

ppl saying he has a small dick

“guys my dick isn’t small”

screaming about his dick while showering in the hotel room

crying in the shower

threatens to post a pick of his dick

return of the caveman sounds

Quote: “this is not okay, the way you guys are bullying me and i don’t care if most of you are still in - fricking school. you can’t treat a human being like this.”

broke

begged for money on the street

another apology, like the third or fourth so far

-SIKE, it’s not an apology

calls himself the sirius black of youtube

gagging is apparently a condition

realizes that youtube isn’t working out

screams at camera

spits

he’s the victim, he gets bullied so much :(((

he watched the joker one too many times

Quote: (r/im14andthisisdeep) “they say the world is cold and cruel, as if it’s a complaint - yeah the people saying that are the people making it cold and cruel.” *fake laughing*

that is all the videos uploaded so far, let’s see how much onion boi can push it with those edgy vlogs of his

#onision #onision drama #drama #onision videos #onisionisoverparty #anti onision #greg jackson #top 10 epic anime deaths

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alexboehm55144 · 5 years

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Aggressive Haida - An Aggressive Retsuko Story

Inspired by season 2, I have decided to write another Aggressive Retsuko story. I hope I did not make Director Ton seem like too much of an asshole.

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Haida yawned and stretched back in his chair, rubbing his temples. It had been a particularly long and hard day at work, with the bosses working everyone to the bone. Even Anai, who was usually mild-mannered unless you pissed him off, looked tired and overworked. Tsunoda was also working way more than she usually did, and her happy, cute attitude had disappeared. Mountains of paperwork and energy drinks towered high over the desks, and there was a constant clicking as workers typed away on their computers.

Haida got up and headed to the tea room to get a drink and maybe a quick bite to eat.

“Oh, hey Retsuko,” he said, seeing the red panda was in the room making a cup of tea for Mr.Ton

“Hey Haida,” Retsuko said, yawning as she rubbed her eyes. The red panda was also clearly overworked, more than she usually was. Mr.Ton had been running her really hard today, dumping all kinds of work on her. Although Haida, Anai, and Fenneko had taken some of Retsuko’s work, there was still way too much for her to do in a short amount of time.

“Are you ok? Do you need a pick me up?” Haida said, hoping he could somehow to boost her mood. Retsuko went over and gave her hyena a hug, and Haida wrapped his arms around her. But while affection from Haida usually gave her more energy and made her happier, this time it wasn’t working. She still had a ton of work to do, and her ears were blistering from all the comments and yelling Mr.Ton had been throwing her way.

“Thank you, Haida, but this just isn’t doing it for me today.” The red panda poured Mr.Ton’s tea and place the cup on a plate. “I just have so much to do, Mr.Ton is really piling it on. He’s yelling insults at me more than usual today, it’s honestly wearing me down. ”

Retsuko sighed and headed out of the tea room.

The hyena wished he could do more to help Retsuko, he had already taken some of her work, but he couldn’t take more. Haida knew that the red panda would feel like she was working him to death if he tried to ease her workload anymore.

The hyena returned to his desk, and Fenneko could tell something was wrong.

“Based on the fact that you’ve been staring at Retsuko more than usual, and the increased workload today, I can tell that you don’t like how much Mr.Ton has been working her today,” Fenneko said in her monotone voice.

“Is it that obvious Fenneko!?” Haida said, growing embarrassed.

“You make your actions obvious, it’s really not to difficult for me to deduce them.”

The hyena shifted back to looking at Mr.Ton and Retsuko once he heard what sounded like someone gagging.

“You call this tea!?” The pig said, spitting out the drink and slamming the cup down on his desk.

“This is the worst thing I’ve ever drunk! Water in a toilet probably tastes better than this! Where did you learn to make tea, Calendar?!”

Retsuko just looked downwards towards the floor, and Haida couldn’t believe Mr.Ton was throwing such insults at her. Neither could any of the other coworkers, they were used to their boss berating them, but not on a scale like this. The constant typing had stopped, and everyone’s eyes were no longer focused on their work, but instead on Retsuko and Mr.Ton.

“Your cooking skills are horrible, Calendar! How do you expect to feed your family? If you even get one! And it’s not only in cooking where you don’t have any skills Calendar! It’s also your accounting work!”

The pig pulled out a big binder filled with papers and sifted through it.

“Look at this work, Calendar! I've never seen such bad accounting! I bet your grandmother could do better work than this! How did you manage to get a job for this company?!”

Haida could feel rage welling up inside him, he couldn’t take watching the pig continuing to insult and berate the red panda he loved. His hands clenched into fists, and he imagined punching Mr.Ton in the face or hitting him with a Judo Chop. Fenneko could tell something was about to happen, and she pulled out her phone and started video recording.

The director kept insulting the red panda, and a few tears started to form in Retsuko’s eyes, which Mr.Ton picked up on.

“Awwww... are you gonna cry now, Calendar? If you want to act like a kid then you shouldn’t be in this job anyway! You're not even good at it! You're not good at anything!”

That was the last straw, Haida couldn’t contain himself any longer. He stood up, took a breath, and let his rage out.

“HER NAME IS RETSUKO! STOP CALLING HER CALENDAR! SHES A NICE AND HARDWORKING WOMAN! SHE WORKS HARDER THAN ANYONE IN THIS DEPARTMENT! INCLUDING YOUR FAT ASS! IM SURE HER COOKING IS A LOT BETTER THAN YOURS! YOU CANT JUST INSULT HER WHEN SHES THE MOST AMAZING PERSON IN THIS DEPARTMENT!”

Once Haida’s verbal outburst had stopped, the hyena started breathing heavily, while the entire accounting department started at him. Retsuko couldn’t believe what her hyena has just done, and she was sure no one else could either.

Mr.Ton’s face had gone from beet red to a pale shade of pink, and his eyes were wide open for once in his life.

The room was silent for a good 30 seconds before it was broken by Fenneko taking precautionary measures in case Mr.Ton launched into another tirade.

“Anai! Incoming bombardment! Get to cover!” Fenneko said, shoving him under his desk.

After another period of silence, Mr.Ton excused himself and quickly retreated out of the room as fast as he could.

“Well, that got him to stop,” Haida said, happy he was able to help his red panda.

“Are you crazy?! Why did you do that Haida!?” Retsuko said, which was not the reaction he was expecting. “You could’ve gotten fired!”

Haida hoped she didn’t go all rage mode on him.

“I couldn't bear to see him yelling at you like that, you don’t deserve that Retsuko!”

The red panda took a deep breath and calmed herself, she didn’t want to yell at Haida.

“Don’t put your job in jeopardy just for me Haida.” Retsuko said, “I don’t want you to lose your job because of me.”

“Some things are more important Retsuko, like you. I’d rather yell at Mr.Ton a thousand times than see him yell at you like that ever again. Your so much more than what he says you are, your a hard worker and a responsible woman.”

The red panda was is disbelief upon hearing just how much Haida cared this much for her. More tears filled her eyes, but this time they were tears of joy.

“Mr.Ton just doesn’t know the Retsuko I know, and the Retsuko I know is an amazing person.

The red panda wrapped her hyena in a hug, and this time, it felt really good.

“Thank you, for standing up to him,” Retsuko said, enjoying the embrace, both of the pair unaware that the accounting department, and Fenneko’s phone, was still watching them.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, Mr.Ton’s phone lit up with an email notification. He was immediately horrified upon seeing that the email was from Anai.

“Director Ton,

Today at 5:02 PM, and thought the entire day, you made comments to Retsuko that can only be described as ‘horrible’ and that have no place in a professional work environment.

The attitude you displayed is not fitting of a director, who should be supporting the employees he or she is in charge of. Employees should be treated with respect and shouldn’t have to endure relentless torment by a superior.

Furthermore, the nickname ‘calendar’ you give to Retsuko is also hurtful as it implies she is nothing more than an object to be thrown away when the time comes and not a living person with feelings.

Your comments not only hurt Retsuko but also hurt the rest of the accounting team, making them uncomfortable and afraid of their director. As mentioned earlier, members of the accounting department shouldn’t be afraid to go to their superiors for help. However, this is the exact opposite of the environment you are cultivating in the accounting department.

Would you like a chance to defend yourself and apologize to Retsuko and other members of the accounting department for your horrendous comments?

I will await your answer in writing by tomorrow morning.”

Mr.Ton didn’t come into work the next day, meaning the day was a lot easier for the accounting team than the tough day before.

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It took me way longer than it should have to write another aggressive Retsuko story, but if you guys want more, then just let me know!

#aggresive retsuko #aggretsuko #aggretsuko season 2 #retsuko #Haida #fenneko #anai #retsuko x haida #haida and retsuko #creative writing #fanfiction #Aggressive Retsuko fanfiction

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stardustgirl05 · 5 years

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The Sauna Test

Ok so I rewrote the sauna scene from st3 based off of this post (all idea credit to @possunn) and so here ya go. This was kinda rushed and im tired but its pretty good if ur an angst whore like me

warnings: like one language word, violence, possession, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, mentions of horrible fathers, crying, angst, byler if you squint

other info: this takes place right after Billy breaks the window in the sauna

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“He can’t get out, can he?”

Will looked over to Max, her face flooding with fear. Her grip on Lucas’s wrist tightened.

“No way. No. Way.”

Uh, yes, actually, he can, Will immediately thought. None of them knew exactly what Billy was capable of in his current state, except for maybe El.

The chains on the door jingled with every strike Billy made against it. With one deafening scream, he barreled through the door, hot steam pouring out behind him. The group jumped back, El shielding them with her arms. They should be running, Will thought. She can’t fight this thing on her own and win, not now. Now he’s pissed off.

Billy rose, his dark eyes panning over the five of them. His gaze lingered on El, looking confused, but quickly passed over to Will. He smiled maniacally.

“William Byers.”

Billy’s voice had lowered octaves since his conversation with Max. Will felt his chest tighten. He felt frozen again, just the way he did during the fall of last year. El lifted her hand, ready to fight, but Billy ignored her.

“It’s been too long,” Billy continued, stalking slowly towards Will. “But last time we talked, you hurt me. You tried to kill me. And I think we should have a little discussion about that, no?”

Will couldn’t breathe. The lights flickered more intensely now, and El tried to pull him further behind her.

“You’re weak, Will Byers. You’re stupid and naive, thinking you could rid yourself of me that easily. You took the advice of an idiot. ‘GO AWAY, GO AWAY!’” Billy said in a mocking tone, his laughter echoing around the room. “Well, I guess it all worked out in the end, right? Because the idiot’s dead. You killed him.” Billy jabbed a shaking finger at Will’s chest. “You killed all of them.”

Will was shivering. Tears spilled down his cheeks. He was completely frozen in place now, as everything around him faded away, Billy’s looming figure the only thing he could see.

“I know you, Will. I know your thoughts, your dreams, your mind. I know who you love, and I know how much you hate yourself because of it. Wow, your dad would be disappointed. It’s not surprising he left. You’re pathetic,” Billy jeered, bending down to be on Will’s eye level. Will was immediately reminded of his father yelling at him, ripping up his drawings, yelling at his mother. He remembered his fear.

“I know you better than anyone here. Quit pretending you don’t need me, because you do.” Billy’s face was inches from Will’s now. “You need me.”

It was almost like Will was being pulled back to the Upside Down, his mind turning back into sludge. He felt himself becoming heavier, heavier, heavier, then hitting the floor. Billy stood over him, a wide grin on his face. He bent down, close enough for Will to smell the scent of rot pouring off Billy’s flesh. He was getting dizzy. The lights were flashing faster. He tried to focus on his friends’ faces, all stricken with horror. He saw El, torn between using her powers to stop Billy, or waiting until Will was out of the way.

“As weak as you may be, you’re useful. You don’t know your full potential, or what you can do,” Billy smiled. He slid his hand under Will’s legs, getting ready to hoist him over his shoulder.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Something slammed into Billy, knocking him against the wall. Will felt himself being pulled by the arms to the corner of the room. He heard Mike yell something and a variety of grunting and screaming noises, and opened his eyes wide enough to see Billy spread-eagle mid air, his face contorted in pain. Next thing he knew, Billy was plowing through the brick wall behind him and Mike and El collapsed together, shaking. Lucas kneeled beside him.

“Will? Can you hear me?”

Will’s ears were ringing. His vision was blurry, but he could make out Lucas and Max leaning over him. He heard Mike’s voice.

“Will! What happened to him, is he awake?”

Mike’s face appeared above him, next to Lucas and Max. El was standing a few feet back, looking exhausted.

“We should get him to your house,” someone said. He felt arms lifting him up, and saw the lights returning to normal, and his eyelids drooped shut.

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He woke up on the couch in Mike’s basement.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

Mike was leaning over Will, his brows scrunched in concern. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I think so,” Will muttered. His head was still pounding, but the ringing had stopped.

“I think he was trying to possess you again. Or something.” Lucas came over to the couch and sat on the arm, staring down at Will with worry. “Did you understand anything he was talking about?”

Will sat up, rubbing his head.

You’re weak.

He looked around the room, trying to find El.

You killed him.

He looked down at his hands, trying to push Billy’s voice out of his head.

You killed all of them.

“He was just...I don’t know. It probably doesn’t matter,” he said softly, avoiding his friends’ gazes.

You need me.

Will knew that it was just the Mind Flayer trying to get under his skin, trying to get leverage, but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was true. Did he need the Mind Flayer? It seemed like everything that was supposed to go right had gone wrong, and this summer had only confirmed that theory. Maybe his chances at hanging out with his friends, with Mike, like they used to, were gone, and the only thing he had left was his connection to the Upside Down.

Finally, El and Max emerged from upstairs with a glass of water and some Advil.

“Hey Will,” Max smiled, setting down the water. “We thought you could use this.”

Will smiled, thanking them, and looked at El. “Are you okay?”

El nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

She looked at him almost shamefully. He wanted to tell her that it was okay, that she couldn’t have done anything to stop Billy. After all, he was used to this by now.

“Thanks to Mike,” El continued.

Mike.

I know who you love.

Will glanced at his best friend, staring at El with admiration. He hoped no one noticed the way Billy’s eyes flickered to Mike during his monologue. He let his friends talk amongst themselves, about where Billy could be, about how awesome El was last night. As hard as he tried to ignore everything Billy said, he couldn’t help but take it to heart. He was right, as much as Will hated that.

For the first time since waking up, Will noticed just how cold he was. A bone-chilling cold, the kind you would never get from temperature alone. It never got this cold in Mike’s basement, especially during summer. A pit of dread settled in his stomach.

Here we go again.

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Part 2

#stranger things 3 #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #billy hargrove #byler #mileven #will my boy I tried to do u justice #stranger things fanfiction #my writing

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cal-puddies · 5 years

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your kind of heaven || pt 3. RSVP || luke hemmings

pt 1. || pt 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || pt. 7 || pt. 8 || pt. 9 || pt. 10

“Oh, we haven’t really started it.” He gives you a weird, but surprised look, he’s surprised you don’t know this. “Luke and Ash have both been working on some other things. Luke’s outta town with Sierra right now, they’re writing together for her new album. I thought you knew that…”

“Oh… yeah, of course, I… spaced it.” You shrug.

Cal knows that’s not true, beside it being incredibly unlike you that you’d forget, he can tell by your face that you didn’t know Luke was even talking to Sierra, he’d never brought it up. “Well let's get dinner this week, and catch up. You just got home from writing with Shawn, right?”

You nod. “Yeah I did, and sure. I’ll… Ill cook or something.”

“Nah, we’ll go out.” He shrugs, he hugs you one more time before he heads out.

You head to the register with the six bottles of wine, the two bottles of vodka, and the little bit of food you’d managed to get prior to hitting up the liquor section.

You had enough time to put the groceries away and pour a glass of wine before the front door was opening, Ms. P was scampering in and Luke was laughing with another girl. You recognize the voice, it’s Sierra. You wipe your hand over your face, he sets his bag down in the hall and they’re heading straight for the kitchen.

He looks surprised when he see you, “babe! Hey!” He grins. “Wasn’t expecting you.” He engulfs you. And that’s the thing about Luke, how you knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong, other than not telling you. He’d be different if there was something to hide.

“Clearly.” You mumble against him. “Hey Sierra.” You greet when he lets you go.

“Hey.” She gives you a small wave. She still blames you for their break up, though it’d been all Luke and years since it happened. “Im gonna go Luke, thank you again for this week.” She smiles.

“Oh, of course!” He grins, hugging her. “Think we got some great stuff.”

“Yeah for sure, you have a way of pulling it out of me.” She grins.

“Come on Ms. P.” You grab your wine and your phone and go out back.

Luke’s next to you quicker than you expect. “You ok?”

“On a trip alone for a whole week with your ex?” You ask.

“It’s not that different than you working with Shawn.” He sighs, “which I was really fucking cool about walking in on him kissing you.” He reminds you.

“It’s actually very different.” You pause, Luke sets the pack of cigarettes and lighter next to your wine glass. He knew you’d fight.

He watches you light up. “Tell me how.” Is all he says, simple, he’s starting to get irritated, but he just wants your rationale for now.

“I don’t have history with Shawn. I’ve never slept with Shawn. You spent years as her boyfriend, as the man she thought she’d marry. You’ve told her you love her and meant it romantically. So yeah, it’s different.” You inhale and let the smoke billow out.

“Ok, I hear you. But I want to point out again, that I walked in on Shawn kissing you.”

You take another drag and look over at him, giving him your smart ass smirk. “You know what I’m gonna say, just by the way you’re saying it. You’re right, he did kiss me. I didn’t kiss him back though, I didn’t encourage him, I didn’t ask him too. I didn’t want him too. And I left as soon as I could. And you know who I find out where the fuck you are from? Calum. Because Calum thought you told me. I tell you everything. But you don’t do me the same courtesy, apparently.” You take one more drag and put the cigarette out.

You grab the pack and your wine glass and go back inside, Luke’s hot on your heels. “You’re telling me you don’t talk to your ex’s and not tell me about it?” He asks.

“Luke my ex is dead! You’ve visited his grave with me. The only other ex I have is from when I was like 18, and no, I don’t talk to him. I don’t even know where to find him!” You're exasperated. “It’s fine if you are talking to her or helping her with her album. I just want to know about it! I don’t want to look like a fucking idiot, standing in front of your friends not knowing where the fuck you are or where the fuck you’ve been. That’s not fair to me.” You set the wine glass down, because you’re on the verge of throwing something. “Like, come the fuck on Luke! I couldn’t have been more all over you in Toronto, we both know shits been strained but we needed that and I thought we were heading back in the right direction when you left, but you can’t even do me the courtesy of telling me your working with your ex.” Tears spill over, you're hurt, embarrassed, angry. You quickly wipe your eyes, and then head to your bedroom and slam the door.

Luke’s fist hits it once, “babe. Come on.” He calls through the door.

“Fuck off Luke.” You cry.

When you come out, 4 hours later, Luke’s sitting at the bottom of the stairs, holding a beer. You sit next to him, “I’m sorry. I should have told you.” He says quietly.

“You should have.” You agree.

“I was so… upset about you working with Shawn. I felt like I needed to get back at you, but you’re right, you going to work with Shawn, is nothing like me going to work with Sierra. He makes advances at you and you ignore them. And honestly, I planned it before I came to see you. I figured you’d never find out. I didn’t count on you coming home early.” He explains. He’s calm and quiet, aware of what his words might do to you. “It hasn’t felt right between us lately, you know? And then you call and you need me, and more importantly you want me, you want me there. And you were hanging on so tight and i thought ‘we got this, were gonna make it.’ But, we’re unfair to each other, at best. And it’s been that way for awhile. I wish I knew why. I wish I could pinpoint when things shifted.” He looks you over.

“I know.” You nod, resting your hand on his thigh.

“I just don’t know what to do. I love you. I know you love me. Maybe we just need a break.” He shrugs.

You let out a humorless laugh. “I think the last thing we need is more time apart Luke. And what would that accomplish besides giving someone the idea that it’s ok to cheat?”

“No one said anything about cheating. But for the sake of being honest, Sierra did try a couple things. They didn’t work. I didn’t do anything with her. But it’s fair for you to be worried by it.” He sighs. “You’re right, we’re apart more than we’re together… and the guys and I leave on Tuesday for a writing trip.”

You gently grab his scruffy chin and make him look at you, you gently scratch because you know he loves the way that feels. “I know, that’s another reason I wanted to come home early. Spend some time with you.” You rest your forehead to his and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Then what was the main reason?” He asks.

“I needed to get away from Shawn.” You let out a little laugh and it makes Luke grin. “But I just needed to be with you.”

Luke sets his beer down and pulls you into him, squeezing you tight in his arms. “I can’t believe Shawn was standing in front of you shirtless and you still chose me.” He jokes.

“If I was going for body, I woulda gone for Cal.” You smirk up at him. “But no, I just went for goofy, clunky Luke.” He rolls his eyes. “But you’re sweet, and you’re funny and you love with your entire being. So six feet of that is better than any perfectly in shape body, in my opinion.”

“You’re always too sweet to me.”

You shrug, “because I love you. I want to spend my time with you.”

“We’ll get through this?”

“I think so.” You nod. “Gotta be honest with me though.”

“Always.” He agrees.

Waiting for Luke to get home after the guys writing trip was horrible, and of course he��d let you know that they wanted to go out for a few drinks after and he wanted you to come too.

So that little black dress with the lace inlays that Luke couldn’t resist was making an appearance.

He comes in and drops his bag and jumps in the shower, you take that chance to brush your teeth and finish your makeup while standing in your underwear.

Luke’s out of the shower quickly and comes up behind you, grabbing your tits over your bra. “Lace hmm? Maybe we should stay in tonight.” He says quietly, lips pressed against your skin.

“I’ve already done my hair and makeup, we’re going out.” You chuckle.

“Fine.” He grumps, gently biting your shoulder.

He heads into the closet to get dressed and you pull the dress on, joining him in the closet to get the Louboutins he’d gotten you for Christmas.

“Baby, are you kidding me?” He asks, looking you over once you’ve pulled them on.

“What, love?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“That dress and the red bottoms? You trying to kill me?” He’s doing up the buttons on the black shirt he put on.

You cross the space to him. “Just a reminder that there’s something else you could be doing. Maybe make it a short night.” You quirk your eyebrow, peck his lips and turn and walk away.

“Oh yeah baby, keep swinging those hips.” He calls, the frustration evident.

Ashton and Calum are already there, drinks in hand when you and Luke get there. Michael is nowhere to be seen, but you aren’t that surprised.

Cal greets you, one armed hug and a kiss on the cheek, “that dress and red bottoms? What’s he apologizing for?” He jokes.

“Nothing… yet. But if he doesn’t take me home and to bed soon, then he’ll be sorry.” You wink.

“I told him he’d want to be at home tonight, but he never listens.” He chuckles.

“Why should he?” You laugh.

Ash stops and hugs you and then Luke is handing you a drink. “Two drinks baby.” He promises.

But you’re still there after four. So you get up to get another drink and Luke happily offers you his lap when you return and one of their friends has sat in your seat. You sit on one of this thighs and your legs fall between his, so you can still talk with the group. He grips your hip.

“Babe. You promised two.” You whine in his ear, gently rubbing your hand over his cock..

He grips your hip a little tighter, “Play fair.” He whispers against your lips.

After he pulls away you mumble, “you have no idea how unfair i’m gonna make it.”

“What was that?” He asks, turning his attention back to you.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You shrug.

“I’ll go with you.” He says, his hand rests on your ass as you head to the bathroom, he only pulls away when you have to split.

He’s resting against the wall when you come out, he holds his arms out, indicating he wants you against him, he pulls you in. “Can you hold something for me?” You ask.

“F’course.” He mumbles against your lips. You pull away slightly, he holds out his hand and you drop your panties in it. It only takes him a second to realize what it is, and you quickly peck his lips and push away. “What the fuck, babe? We’re leaving. I’m going to say my goodbyes.” He catches up and grabs at your waist. “You’re naughty. I said play fair.”

“You also said two drinks.” You smirk. “Love you Luke.” You wink.

“You’re right. I’m closing the tab.” He nods. You all wish everyone a goodnight. Luke’s fingers keep playing at the the hem of the dress, and they are immediately between your thighs once you get in the Uber. “You missed me?” He asks, nibbling your ear.

“You know I did.” You grin, turning your head into his for a kiss. You push at his wrist, “this can wait till we get home.” You whisper, biting his lip.

“No baby, it can’t. We were in that club and you put your panties in my hand. That’s saying something.” He whispers back. He uses a lot of teeth in the next kiss, nipping your lip, pulling it and then moving along your jaw, and down your neck, sucking a hickey as he went. You bite your lip and let out a little moan and the driver clears his throat. “Sorry.” Luke mumbles, keeping his fingers on your clit as he pulls away and looks out the other window. You’re thankful that you are seated behind the driver, and it’s dark, so he has no idea what Luke is doing.

You cover your mouth with your hand. Luke looks over at your action and he smirks, but he keeps it up.

Luke’s fingers go straight into his mouth after he helps you out of the car. He pushes the front door closed behind you and then his lips are on yours. You’re pretty sure he pushes you against every wall between the front door and your bedroom, and just outside of the door, he pulls the dress up over your hips, hits the light switch, turning them on, and drops to his knees. “So pretty and wet.” He grins, he takes the first lick, “so sweet baby, so inviting.”

You look down at Luke, holding his curls between your fingers, his blue eyes so mesmerizing while he eats you out. You close your eyes and let your head fall back, “no baby, look at me.” He murmurs into your folds. He knows you're done for, he can have you however he wants you at this point.

“Please Luke.” You whimper.

“You wanna cum on my tongue or you wanna ride me?” He asks, gripping your thighs tight in his large hands, and pulling his face away.

“Don’t care, whatever you want.” You nod at him.

“Whatever i Want?” He asks, getting to his feet. “Want you all over my cock.” He nods back at you.

“Yes, please babe.” You whine.

Luke presses himself against you, grinding his hips against yours while kissing you hard. “Up.” He says, pressing your mouths together, letting you taste yourself. You jump a little and wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you a couple feet into the room and then clothes are coming off.

He’s got you in front of him in just your heals, and he’s stark naked, hard cock in his hand. He slowly strokes it. “I just wanna fuck the hell outta you in those red bottoms.” He groans. He didn’t care for them on a single other woman, you’d tried to see if it was the shoe or you. It was definitely just you in the shoe. Luke liked you in expensive things, it was a huge turn on for him. So your lingerie was expensive, and your jewelry… any wearable gifts he got you. “Take em off.” He decides. Once you step down out of them he lets go of his cock, it slaps up against his stomach with a small noise. Both his hands are on your waist as he spins you around so he’s backing up against the bed, he lays back on it and pulls you on top of him. “C’mon baby, fuck me.” He groans, you grab his cock and sink down on it.

“Oh… fuck.” You whimper. Luke’s hands rest at your waist while you adjust to him. Your hands stay on his chest while you work yourself up and down on his cock, building a rhythm.

“Oh that’s it pretty girl… make those tits bounce for me.” He moans. And it causes you to whimper, you love Luke’s moans and you love his dirty talk even more. He keeps it up while you ride him hard.

The first time he’d ever talked dirty to you, you were out at a club together with some friends and he was in your ear all night about how good you looked and how he couldn’t wait to get you home and fuck you, have you naked on him and begging him to make you cum.

You were so worked up by the time he got you home, you could barely stand it. He pulled your panties down and you were dripping for hm. He loved it.

Luke pushes himself up and pulls you close, you’re working hard to make sure this lasts and feels amazing for both of you and he can see you’re tired. The dirty talk stops, his lips now press to every inch of skin they can reach while you work together. The urgentness is gone for both of you.

“C’mon my love.” He says quietly, with his lips to yours, “let me.” He gently lays you back, keeping you as close as humanly possible. It’s slow, his hips working against yours. The moans are so soft, and they get lost between kisses and the two of you quietly saying each other’s names. You bite his lip and dig your nails into his back as you cum around him. He gives his final few thrusts and then his cheek is pressed to your chest as you guys try to catch your breath. “I love you.” He whispers, lips ghosting over the side of your breast.

You thread your fingers in his hair and gently tug it so he’ll look at you, “love you Luke.” You whisper back.

“Shower?” He asks, hand coming up to rest on your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You nod.

He’s gentle, pulling out slowly, “c’mere.” He whispers, pulling you close and into the en suite.

Being wrapped up in Luke is the best feeling. He’s so tall and broad, and he loves having you close, so it’s easy to tuck yourself into him. Your legs are tangled together, face pressed to his chest. His arm is wrapped around your back, hand on your hip, and he’s using the fingers of his other hand to play with the ends of your hair. You wiggle yourself closer to him and he laughs. “Always wanna be closer.”

“I cannot be close enough to you.” You giggle.

“That’s ok, you’re never close enough.” He kisses the top of your head and you both drift to sleep.

You wake up with the urge to pee, not uncommon. So you work yourself out of Luke’s grip.

“Si, baby, stop. That tickles.” He groans, half awake.

You stop dead in your tracks. You don’t say anything but carefully slip off the bed. You grab a t shirt and leggings from the dresser in the closet and move on to the bathroom.

You don’t bother to get back in bed. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be with Luke if he thought he was with Sierra, and you couldn’t even fathom why he’d think that… unless something happened with her.

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mzindependent87 · 4 years

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(I feel like)...take 2

im pissed...just poured my heart out....for it to delete...if only shitty thoughts deleted that simple from my brain. a simple swipe would clear thoughts....imagine? if you had the chance to clear bad thoughts from your head... would you? just your head though....dont gt greedy

ANYWAYS!

I feel like its day one all over again;I hope i bounce back to feeling like day 10 or 25....quick...; And i dont think its Just because the Ex showed up after a whole month of no contact...its also because the guy i have a little crush never sent a “Hey” today

Its a little weird how my head works...I feel like When The Ex shows up...the crush stays away. they know nothing about each other... but its true...i dropped the ex and the crush and i Made time to see each other...finally. i wish I could of hung with him when he invited me for a walk on Saturday.... ugh. maybe Next Week.

But why do girls look past the guys that throw themselves at them....i legit had a guy offer me his home today. he told me if i would stay there a few days...it would be a dream... he admitted to liking me A LOT...pero no...here i am crushing on someone who i barely know....and im feeling all kinds of twisted cu of the ex’s decision to show. I know ill get past the ex again...its just that i feel like im day one again... and this is why seeing him was not in my plans, why blocking him was what i was doing.... i legit have a folder in my phone full of the screenshot collection i have to remind me why thats done and why it would take some serious work for him to ever be who he once was.

I dont have Boy problems.... I just feel like i have multiple people in my head....each one wants a guy of their own.... at night i sit all the versions of me and come back to reality....

Celly ur happy being single and u dont need ANYONE to make u feel high but yourself. We call this a moment...so have it, feel it, cry, do what you gotta do... you really did love him...but now its just whats left... nd its not what it was and it will never be. he will find someone better for him and i promise you will too . if not in this lifetime perhaps in ur next life... but u cant get down about him again....u cant.... u cant be bella when edward left....not again... hes bella...u left....and u had reason to.....the new guy would be a fool to not see who you are.... but him being new...u know nothing..... there’s so many more people and ur limiting urself....stop... see the world and see what the world will throw at you.... u deserve more...u know ur worth...stop shrinking urself ...grow...grow so big it makes the right person come on and tell you....ur everything... but until then.... its ok...have ur fucking moment.... the wound is open again.... its up tp you how long it takes to heal....

do the work...quierete.....

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kkyuproof · 6 years

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Jikook/Kookmin Fic Rec Part 1

(Part 2 Here)

I’ve slowly been building up my list of KM fics and thought I might as well share them with the rest of the Tumblr-sphere (and organize them all because if the rest of my life is a mess, at least my fav fics can be orderly amirite)! I’m somewhat new to BTS and KM so it’s not too big a list, but I’m going to be updating this as I find more that I enjoy :) Happy Reading!

(most of these are probs old fics because like i said IM NEW HERE IM SO SORRY, but i hope you still find it helpful idk man)

Mostly Fluffy Fics

you are the ruler of the stars (and my heart) by cygnus (sunsprite) | Words: 18k | Jimin reluctantly joins his college’s Space and Astronomy club on the basis of Taehyung’s persuasion. Surrounded by a group of unnecessarily tall space nerds, he unexpectedly finds himself falling in love with one of them.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO CUTE. One of my fav fluffy fics to be honest. I was squealing basically the whole time i was reading. love.

i’ll stick to you like glue-cose by cygnus (sunsprite) | Words: 7k | Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy -- unfortunately also a past hookup -- that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won’t let him.

Another super cute fluffy fic!!! i just found this author and the fluff is just so amazingly written and not cliche at all and ugh. JK acts like he’s all suave but he’s really just a big softie and AH.

friday nights (with you) by kstorms | Words: 24k | How a random night at a karaoke bar leaves Jimin with two new friends and a frowny, terribly handsome crush.

Anther classic tbh. I think I’ve read this through like four or five times bc i have literally no life and enjoy this VERY well written humor. There’s like zero angst in this and it’s all mostly Taehyung being a very cute little shit to JK (KM is there obvs and they super cute but ya know). Def a must read.

competency at its highest potency by MauveTarte | Words: 10k | State-Sponsored Runs are the excitement of every Alpha and Omega youth.

Or,

Jimin has one final chance at this bonding thing before his life goes to shit.

the one and only ABO fic i’ve read with NO SMUT. that’s right, ya heathens! this one is solely plot driven (and super fluffy). It’s cute af and Taehyung is an amazing friend :)

(my heart beats) for you by sabotagemyheart | Words: 17k | In which Jungkook, as a child, befriends the exceptionally adorable, small and friendless Jimin, not knowing that after a few years, he’ll be wrecking this very boy underneath himself making him whimper out his name.

okay LISTEnn. This summary makes this fic sound a lot dirtier than it is (ok yes it’s smutty BUT there’s more fluff in this than anything else. its so so so cute.)

Mostly Smutty Fics

Studio 2 by Charmander | Words: 20k WIP | Somewhere along the way, Jimin lost that passion he used to pour into his art, watching as it slipped through his very fingers. But street kid Jungkook is all heart and soul, and he’s more than willing to help Jimin learn to burn with the same fire he carries inside himself.

okay so this one is very plot heavy (as is most of Charmander’s fics) so don’t think you’re getting JUST smut. it has an amazing storyline about sexuality struggles and i think a lot of you would enjoy it! (the smut is bomb af tho sooo)

Starstruck by SugaTheTurtle | Words: 5k | Everyone is attracted to idols at one point or another. As part of Big Hit’s staff, Jimin really shouldn’t still be as attracted to Jungkook as he was at the beginning. Maybe if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be stuck hiding inside a closet in his dressing room silently praying that the idol was reaching for the zipper on his pants to change into something more comfortable.

ALRIGHTY HERE WE GO LADIES AND GENTS. This is for all you kinky fuckers out there who love pure smut. It was very interesting at first but as it progressed i was like whoaoaa i need some holy water. this fic is the epitome of “well, that escalated quickly” (but it’s still not rushed ??? which like...how?) enjoy! lmao.

Interlude by Bunbungee | Words: 9k | Jungkook has fallen in love at first listen with Jimin’s interlude and he won’t stop until he finds out why he is reacting so strongly to it. His search for answers takes a new turn when, one night, he discovers just how much the song can affect him.

Okay this was smutty, but still SUPER CUTE bc jeon is his typical shy bunny self who’s super oblivious and jimin is just a sweetheart. looooove.

Wet Depths by WorldwideWriter | Words: 10k | All it takes for Jungkook to break is a slightly unfair swimming competition and a too seductive Jimin.

GIVE ME ALL THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS FICS hell yes. I love their dynamic in this one, they hate each other (but they really don’t lol like come on.) and the sexual tension is insane.

everybody’s watching him, but he’s looking at you by jonghyunslisterine | Words: 6k| In which Jimin formulates a three-step plan to get the hot bouncer to notice him. (Spoiler: it doesn’t go quite as expected.)

okay this is smutty but also super cute so like idk where to put it but jimin wears a thong in it so i think the smut category will suffice. a quick read but so worth it, JK is a lowkey sweetheart.

Blood & Chocolate by MyHope (CutesyMe) | Words: 35k | “What if I only want you to sit on my lap?” the stranger asks, which is an odd request. People always want Jimin to dance for them. Only sometimes do they ask of him to just sit on their lap but event hen he has to move in some way and not just sit still.

“Same price,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook spreads his legs slightly and motions to his lap as if it’s the best seat that has ever been offered to Jimin. “Be my guest.”

so i don’t really know what to say here but i loved their dynamic in this fic?? i love the way JK treats JM in this ahhhh its SMUTTY AF but he still super sweet and protective. There’s sooooome angst but it’s not too bad. Good plot.

New Heights by Charmander | Words 11k| There’s no better way to remind yourself that you’re alive than tempting fate from 700 meters above the ground and the searing touch of another’s fingers dragging down your chest.

1000% my favorite smut fic out there. the dialogue written in this fic is so well-done and absolutely hilarious. Sexual tension is CRAZY. love his fics.

give in to the game by cherrygloss | Words: 23k | “Jimin, if you honestly think that I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend so you can make your ex jealous, then you’re out of your mind.”

im s oRRY, i know this is mostly smut aljfdlkaldfj my thirsty ass has bookmarked so many smut fics but i can’t help it oof. but this is super cute smut with some feeliins.

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin by decompositionbooks | Words: 34k | The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook to dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

WOOH another classic! I live for jealous/protective!JK idk its just super cute. my fav ABO fic!!

two sides; same story by namjoone | Words: 12k | Okay, so maybe Jimin thinks his neighbor is hot.

A little.

Okay, maybe a lot.

haha ohhhh man i love mutual pining. they’re both totally dumb at the beginning of this and i live for it. also some hoottttttt ass smut. (bc i need jesus at this point)

Not a Girl by PinkBTS | Words: 8k | Jeongguk isn’t sure what he did in his previous life to deserve this but he probably screwed up big time...he’s kinda grateful though.

A story about Santa, assumptions and thick-rimmed glasses.

AHHHHH this is so funny and awkward and hot and EVERYTHING. I live for frat!bangtan with my whole heart.

Downpour by kikistiel (Kikai) | Words: 15k | Jimin doesn’t know what it is. But now, he’s not sure he’s ready for summer to be over just yet.

IM SCREAMING. This was almost poetically good (aka A+ writing oh my gerrrd). It’s kinda angsty too like a bit but its also so sweet i love it :( go read pls.

How to Seduce Your Dance Teacher by Jeon Jungkook by soranosuzu | Words: 5k | Currently there are a million thoughts racing through Jungkook’s brain, but two very prominent ones finally beat their way to the forefront of his mind. First, Jimin is hot as hell and Jungkook needs to find a way to get into his pants. Second (and maybe slightly more urgent than the first), Jungkook needs to find a way to prevent himself from popping a boner every time Jimin does that in the future and, more importantly, right now.

(aka AU in which Jungkook devises a plan to seduce his ridiculously hot dance teacher Jimin)

HELLL YEAH. that is all.

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) by fatal (cumrich) | Words: 71k WIP | Packs merge all the time. It’s survival, Jimin knows that, but what he’s not prepared for is the attention he’s getting from a certain Jeon Jungkook, the alpha’s son.

yeeesss we got some more ABO up in this biiiiihhcc. It’s not done yet, but i strongly urge you to read!! so goooood and the smut is A1.

Mostly Angst

The Bet by jonghyunslisterine | Words: 46k | Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.

Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Yes i had to include this lovely classic :) Still one of my favs and probably always will be *shrug*. I’m not usually an angst person but this is like the perfect dosage for me to handle lol. If you haven’t read it yet, what are you doing with your life honestly go do it lmao.

lost stars by pjungkook | Words: 25k | Park Jimin has another maknae in his life and Jeon Jungkook is completely losing it.

have you ever felt like your heart was being smushed under an eighteen wheeler and your chest was caving in? Yeah that was me during this fic. But it’s sososo good and i promise there’s still fluff (i cannot live through angst without fluff) so READ.

Falling for you again by Rose_gold715 | Words: 30k | Jungkook loses all memory of the last five years of his life.

Jimin is scared he will never love him again.

wow okay so this one was a tear-jerker. you sympathize with both JK and JM but you’re also sort of frustrated with them at the same time?? soso good, definitely give it a read.

serendipity (none of this is a coincidence) by nclnns | Words: 30k | Jimin feels like crying.

Because the boy -- Jeon Jungkook as he had learnt a week ago -- is the exact opposite of Jimin.

And he’s the person Jimin’s boyfriend has been cheating on him with.

In which Jimin finds out that Taehyung is cheating on him with a boy named Jeon Jungkook and in the quest to understand what went wrong, he ends up falling in love with said boy.

so i haven’t read this one in a few months but i remember it being one of the first KM fics i had ever bookmarked, so it must have hit me in some way. JK is a sweetie though from what i remember.

On Patrol by Ragi | Words: 129k| Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable. Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can’t seem to keep out of his life. Captain Kim finds comfort in his son’s homeroom teacher.

Well, cops need some loving too, right?

Okay so this isn’t like suuuuper angsty but it’s also not smutty nor super fluffy either??? So idk where to put it but i think angst fits this most. I also laughed quite a bit during this so it has humor!! Tae is also like an 8 year-old kid LDJAFODJOA (ft. Sope and Namjin)

we’re not broken just bent by calipha | Words 16k | “You’ll die,” Jimin hisses and they’re so close now that his perfect illusion is broken. Jungkook can see his dark circles, can see Jimin’s lips, red and raw from biting.

“I did almost die in this house once, five years ago,” he whispers, watching as Jimin clenches his jaw but doesn’t look away. “I think I can handle more. I’m bigger and stronger now, see?” Jimin holds his gaze for two seconds before it tracks south to move down Jungkook’s body.

MY HARRY POTTER LOVIN ASS IS VERY SATISFIED. jimin is just a misunderstood bb and jungkook is trying SO HARD not to pine ajweklfkldf.

#jikook #jikook fic rec #jikook fic #jikook smut #kookmin fic rec #kookmin #bts fic rec #bts fanfiction

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chocojjk-sideblog · 6 years

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Shocked and Confused (pt 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

words: 1.7 k

summary: “the reader is tom’s best friend but he likes zendaya”

(A/N): Hi! I would like to apologize for playing you all during the last chapter, please let me explain myself: That honestly was the original ending that I had planned in my head. I wanted it to be as real as possible and that seemed to be the realest route out there. However, many of you are hopeless romantics as fuck, like myself, and wanted a happy ending so i wrote one. But really, it could go both ways :)

this takes place right after part 3!

i bring you guys, the much awaited happy ending :-) .... or is it???

The clock read 10:18 pm and you wondered what he was doing right now. Is he at home getting ready for bed? Is he still at set, shooting his movie? Or is he out with his friends, having a good time? Is he out with her?

It's hard to be so clueless on what the boy was up to when you used to know his everyday schedule. It was hard to lose someone who you never thought you would lose. I mean? You guys were best friends and it was supposed to stay that way for many more years.

The heavy rain that was now pouring outside was a representation of your sad heart. For once, you were alone - with your thoughts being lost, now more than ever, as you sat there listening to the piercing droplets of water hitting your window.

A loud knock on your door was enough to bring you back to reality. You wondered who it could have been considering that it’s late and your friends would usually text you before coming uninvitedly.

With every step you took towards the door, the knocks also became more ferocious, a sound of desperation can be heard. Looking through your peephole, you saw him. Tom was standing right there, the only thing separating you guys was the wooden door. His orange hoodie clinging to him, and his hair all wet as he shivers and you assumed that he was out in the rain longer than he should have been.

If it was any other day, you wouldn't have opened the door, but as you look at him, desperately struggling to find warmth, you couldn't help but let in the light you have lost.

“What are you doing here?” you say exasperatedly. Instead of answering, he engulfed you in a tight hug, and you realized how cold he felt, his teeth quietly chattering by your ear.

“Come inside,” you say pulling him in, leading him to sit on your couch. You quickly turned, about to make your way to the room that once belonged to Tom, when a hand grips your wrist, holding on to you like it was the last time.

“Don't go, please,” Tom whispers out. You look at him, your eyes softening, “i’ll be back okay, i’m just gonna get you some dry clothes,” you comforted the boy as he slowly lets go of you, a look of uncertainty clear in his eyes.

You quickly make your way to the dresser that held Tom’s clothes, grabbing him one of his dry t-shirts and a pair of grey sweats. As you made your way back to the living room however, he was already standing under the doors archway, intently watching you. You take him in and noticed the tired expression on his face. His eyes that were once full of life were dull and puffy, almost like he had been crying. Bags underneath them and you wondered what has kept the boy from sleeping at night.

“Here, change into this,” you ordered, giving him his clothes as he did what he was told. You’ve seen Tom in his underwear way too many times for it to be awkward, however you still looked away as he was changing, giving him some privacy.

Taking a seat on the cold bed, your back against Tom, you stare out the window, watching the rain fall. Slowly, the other side of the bed sunk and you realized that Tom has taken a seat next to you. Arm to arm, both of you guys just admiring the scenery ahead.

“I’ve missed this,” Tom weakly mumbled. The last time you guys were both in this room was the night that ruined it all and you wondered if tonight will hold similar results. Knowing that you shouldn’t even be talking to him, you remained quiet.

“I’ve missed you,” he continued. You can tell he was looking at you now but you didn't want to act upon it.

He grabs your hand and takes it in his, letting the feeling linger for a second before you pulled away. “Tom, please,” you whispered, “don't do this to me.”

“I’m sorry y/n, but i have to know,” he says softly, before slowly grabbing your face, making you turn to him. He pushes your hair out of your eyes as he slowly leans in, giving you a small kiss. Your eyes opened, you watch the boy, as you let him kiss you. Somehow you were unable to move, captured by his trance. The way his slightly chapped lips quickly brushed on to yours made you feel alive again, but none of this was making sense and you were frustrated.

“I love you,” he whispered, a small smile place upon his lips and that's when you lost it.

“What the fuck are you doing tom?” you snarled as you got up from the bed, looking down at him as he remained seated.

His smile disappearing once he realized what he had done, he tried to explain himself, “I-”

“No! Ok, y-you can't do that!” you yelled, tears welling up in your eyes.

“y/n-” he tries again.

“What are you trying to do? Are you trying to hurt me?” you scoffed, nervously prancing around the room, your hands sweeping through your hair as you tried to calm yourself down.

“No, im -” another failed attempt at trying to talk to you.

“Tom, i asked for one thing, please, stop. This hurts too much.” you sniffled out as tears made its way down your face, “you can't just come back after 2 months and tell me youre in love with me when you made it clear that you were infatuated with her!” you continued as he watched you. His heart breaking at the mess you guys have made.

“What? Did she not like you back!?” you yelled, furious at the actions the boy decided to take.

“No -” he shot back, quickly defending himself.

“So now that you can't have her, y-you're running back to me, because you know! You know i would take you in in a heartbeat,” you accused, interrupting him, your hands waving all over the place.

“y/n, no-” he says, butting in, another attempt to get you to stop talking.

“And here i am doing exactly what you thought i was going to do, god!, i’m so stupid!” you shouted, out of breath, as you shake your head, your hands going up to your hair.

“y/n please -” he cried out, trying to get you to stop, at this point he was crying too, both of you sounding like a broken record.

“You know i tried,” you spoke. “i tried to get over you Tom, i really did. I went on dates, everything,” you revealed, “… but my heart still screams your name -”

“y/n stop,” Tom warned.

Not bothering to wipe your tears, you cried out “I never wanted this! everyday i wonder why it had to be you! Out of everyone, why do i have to be in love with someone who never saw me! I-”

You were rudely interrupted as his lips crashed onto yours, shutting you up. This time the kiss was rough and passionate and this time you kissed him back. Your back hitting the wall as the taste of cherry chapstick and salted tears created a combination that you both craved. Your hands going up to his hair, Tom deepened the kiss. Lips hungrily moving in perfect sync - almost like they were made for each other.

After awhile, you finally pull away, stopping the moment before it can get any further. “This isn't fair Tom,” you let out as you broke down into his shoulders. Tom hugs you tightly, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. Hearing your cries made him realize how badly he has hurt you and he couldn't help but let a couple of tears escape his eyes.

Once your cries started dying down, he broke the silence between you guys, “how the hell did we get this broken?”

You look at him, staring into his eyes. “Why are you here?” you mumbled, asking him the same question for the second time that night.

“Because it's you.” he declared.

“What about Zendaya?” you questioned.

“She's great,” he took a pause, waiting to see if you would cut him off again, but as you remained silent, he continued “but if she was to disappear from my life right now, I could still live.” he professed.

Not knowing where he was going with this, you look up at him nodding for him to go on. “Once i let you walk away from me at the beach, i knew i messed up,” he explained, “i'm sorry it took me so long to realize it,” he continued.

“Realize what?” you asked. You once thought that you had a chance and you didn't want to give yourself the same false expectations. You needed to hear it from him.

“If you leave me, I don't know how much longer I can take it,” he hummed, closing his eyes as he lays his forehead against yours.

“What do you mean?” you whispered, letting out a breath.

“I can't live without you y/n. I’m in love with you” he proclaimed. Tom held your face in his hands like you were the most fragile thing in the world, wiping your tears away as he repeated the actions he had taken during that unforgettable night.

“I love everything about you, the way your forehead crinkles when you're thinking real hard or when you're mad,” slowly he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love your eyes that seems to scream my name,” he continued, kissing away the remaining tears that have escaped your now tired eyes.

“You’re cute nose and the way they scrunch up in distaste,” he added, softly chuckling as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your nose.

Finally, “I love your lips, the only ones in the world that could drive me crazy,” he finished, looking deep in your eyes, as he leaned in placing a sweet kiss upon your lips. Feeling all the emotions that the boy felt for you in that one soft kiss, you knew that this time, it was real.

This was how it was supposed to go. This is what you had imagined in your head. This is what you wanted to happen that night. But life is tricky that way. As the saying goes, you have to lose something in order to truly understand its value. It might have taken a while but after six years and two months, the boy that you have fallen madly in love with has finally found his way to you.

The End

(forreal this time, i don't know what else to do with this)

(a/n): sorry for so many of these but i just wanted to say, it has been so much fun writing this for you guys. Seeing all of your comments fueled me into wanting to continue this story, which originally was supposed to only be a oneshot. To the anon that requested this: thank you so much! and for all of you who read it, from the bottom of my fucking heart, thank you ❤️

my requests are open so dont be afraid to pop in and ask :)

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bigbtx7-react · 7 years

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BTS REACTION: your BF doesn’t want you anymore and BTS, who’ve been your friend for a long time and have been crushing on you, comfort you

JIN:

As soon as Jin saw your messaging saying that something had happened between you and your boyfriend he rushed out of the dorms and ran to your apartment as fast as he could. When he arrived the door was unlocked and he found you on the bathroom floor, your head buried in your hands, sobbing loudly.

“Hey Y/N what happened?” he asked, voice heavily laced with concern.

He wrapped his arms around your fragile body and held you whispering ‘it’s going to be ok’ and ‘don’t cry’ every so often until you calmed down. Once you were calm you told him everything that had happened from your boyfriend canceling dates last minute to him saying that you weren’t good enough for him anymore. Jin sat listening and was in utter disbelief as to how someone could treat you like that. He thought that if he was your boyfriend he would never say or do those things, that rather he would tell you how much he loved you every single day. But he knew now wasn’t the right time to bring up his feelings for you. His main priority right now was you.

“Why don’t we go cook your favourite food? Food always makes you happy.”

He wanted to do anything to make you smile again.

One day, he thought. One day I’ll tell her how I feel and I’ll show her how a real princess should be treated.

SUGA:

“Hello? Y/N what’s up?” he said as he picked up his phone and held it to his ear. His heart broke the second he heard a small cry escape from your mouth.

“Y/N? Y/N are you crying? What happened?”

“He broke up with me…” you said whispering quietly.

“HE WHAT? Y/N what did he say to you?”

The line was silent.

“Y/N…..”

You told him word for word what your boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, had sent to you. The more he heard, the angrier Yoongi became. His hands were in fists and his jaw was clenched tightly.

“What an idiot! I can’t believe he did that to you, especially over text! I really can’t believe it..”

You let out a small chuckle. You couldn’t believe it either.

“That ratbag doesn’t deserve you Y/N. I wish you would stop dating those stupid guys and date me instead. I love you so much yet you don’t even see it! I could treat you so much better….”

You were both in shock. Yoongi had just realized what he had said and felt instant regret. You couldn’t believe that he had felt this way towards you and never said anything. If he had said something earlier it would’ve saved you from all this heartbreak.

“Shit- Y/N I’m so sorry, forget I said tha-”

“Yoongi,” you said but he ignored you and continued apologizing saying that he had just messed everything up.

“Yoongi!” you said a bit louder catching his attention. “I love you too…”

J-HOPE:

You and Hoseok had planned to meet in the dance studio so that he could help you practice some new choreo you had just learned. You were already waiting inside when Hoseok arrived. You heard your phone buzz beside you and as soon as you read the message you stomach sunk. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes but you didn’t want Hobi to see you like this so you ran out of the room.

“Yo Y/N wha-” he was cut off by you pushing past him and running away. He stood there shocked for a moment before he started chasing after you, following you through the corridors until he saw you disappear into the toilets. He was confused and concerned as to why you suddenly ran off.

Maybe she just reaaally had to go to the bathroom? he thought but after you didn’t come out for 10 minutes he knew that wasn’t what had happened. He really wanted to check on you but he was a bit embarrassed about going to the girls’ bathroom.

Come on, Hoseok! You have to make sure she’s ok! You can do this! He gave himself a small pep talk before walking in, with his hands covering his eyes of course.

“Y/N what’s going on? Are you ok? What happened?” he asked frantically.

“Hobi…..”

He could hear the sadness in your voice and suddenly felt overwhelmingly sad too.

“It’s ok, you can uncover your eyes….”

“Yah! Who’s making my buttercup sad like this?”

Tears were pouring out of your eyes, your makeup was smudged and your shirt wet from all your crying. His instant reaction when he saw you like this was to cheer you up so he started doing aegyo, dancing, acting silly- basically doing anything to cheer you up which eventually led to you joining in and feeling much better.

“I never want to see my buttercup sad like that again ok? I’ll make you the happiest person in the world.” He whispered in your ear as he held you close.

RM:

He could tell that something was off. You weren’t laughing like you usually were. You didn’t try to make any jokes or even engage in conversation. You were constantly staring off into the distance and every so often he would see tears well up in your eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this. He knew he had to talk to you and make you feel better so he grabbed your arm and pulled you off to his room.

“Y/N I know something is wrong, just tell me.”

He sat and listened while you explained how badly your boyfriend had been treating you and that he had broken off things between you. You told him how you felt like you were never enough for anyone and that you weren’t surprised that he didn’t love you anymore.

“No one is ever going to love me” you exclaimed while crying.

“You never know Y/N…. Someone very close to you may be in love with you but you wouldn’t even know it.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your body into his. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and eventually drifted off as all the crying had tired you out.

A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you resting peacefully, you chest slowly rising and falling, lips slightly parted, hair falling in front of your eyes, clinging to him tightly.

“I love you Y/N. Please don’t be sad over that fool. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

JIMIN:

Your boyfriend of 2 years just broke up with you. He said that he had found another girl and that he didn’t love you anymore. After you heard this you didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore so you just decided to lay in your bed and cry for the rest of the day. After a few hours, you had passed out from crying so hard and laid sprawled out on your bed. What you had forgotten to take into consideration was that Jimin was supposed to come over to your house for a movie night.

When he entered your house, he found it strange that you weren’t sitting ready on the couch with popcorn, soda and a ton of blankets like you usually would.

Maybe she forgot and went out with her boyfriend? A frown spread across his face as he thought about you and your boyfriend being together as he had been in love with you for the past 3 years, you just never noticed.

He entered your bedroom to see if you were there and found you sound asleep. He was about to wake you when he saw the tear stains on your sheets and the makeup on your face smudged. He felt a pang in his heart. He hated seeing you upset. Immediately, helaid next to you, pulling up your blanket, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You suddenly felt a presence next to you, a familiar smell lingering in your nose.

“Jimin?” you asked confused.

“Shhhhh Y/N it’s ok now. Go back to sleep and rest. We’ll talk later.”

It was raining and Taehyung was on his way back from the store to pick up some noodles for himself and the others. The rain was getting heavier, it was getting colder and it was getting darker. As he was walking, he saw a figure slowly trudging along in the distance. When he got closer he saw that the person didn't have an umbrella or even a jacket on.

Damn that person looks so familiar…who is it?

Then it hit him. It was YOU.

He immediately ran to you to see what you were doing.

“Y/N! Why are you out here in the rain alone? C’mon lets go back to the dorms.”

When you got inside he took you to his room, gave you a towel and a spare change of his clothes.

“You must be freezing!”

Suddenly, you started crying. You couldn’t help it. Seeing Tae actually care for you made you so sad because your own boyfriend never did that. In fact, he had just broken your heart by ending your relationship.

Tae panicked as he thought he did something wrong.

“Y/N? IM SO SORRY WHAT DID I DO? ARE YOU OK?”

“I’m sorry Tae, you didn’t do anything….”

“Then why are you crying?”

“He broke up with me.”

He sat down next to you and patted your hair as you told him what had happened. Once you were done he started telling lame jokes, making cute faces, hugging you, doing anything that would make you smile or laugh again.

“Your clothes are still wet Y/N go change.”

You listened to what he said and went to the bathroom to change. When you got back you laid next to Tae in his bed.

“Wow. You look super cute in my clothes, I should let you wear them more often,” he said as a rosy pink colour dusted your cheeks.

JUNGKOOK:

He was shocked when you first told him. He didn’t know how to react; how should he comfort you? Should he ask questions? Was this his perfect chance to confess his feelings?He was quite flustered. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t realise how long he had just sat therre in silence.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have bothered you with this,” you said as he got up to leave.

“Y/N wait I’m sorry!” He grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you back down onto his lap. You started to blush like crazy, turning bright red, from the position you were now in. He leaned in close and whispered in your ear.

“I’m sorry I just didn’t know how to react.” He paused for a moment.

“You know what F**k it. I think it’s finally time to tell you something I’ve been hiding for a long time. Y/N I like you. No actually, I love you. I hated seeing you with that ass. I can’t believe he’s such an idiot that he would let such a beautiful girl like you go. I promise I’ll make sure you never get hurt again.”

Now you were the one who was shocked.

“Jungkook I don’t know what to say…..”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Damn where did all this confidence come from?”

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well--i-dont-know · 6 years

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I wrote a radio drama for class

The Script is in the a read more Its called Excuses, and isnt in the right format but its there, this was actually really fun to do.

Excuses

By:Meghan Murphy

SCENE 1.

Opens with dramatic music, mimicking a hero's monologue

CHARACTER 1: My name is Mari Nara. Im short and out of shape, more often than not it looks like I just rolled out of bed. My mother says that I’m the smartest in my family, and I guess my grades from school reflect that in a way, but if i’m truly as smart as my mother says I am, then why am I sitting across from one of the most wanted men in the world.

Scene 2

Music shift to more homely noises and a radio in the background

CHARACTER 2: What are you writing a young adults novel as an excuse to get out of class? 1) that’s not your name and 2) Your teacher will see through your bullshit in a second.

CHARACTER 1: Maybe so but at least they would get a strong female character and a dramatic parallel to a dystopia compared our nation's current state in the process.

CHARACTER 3: And you still get marked as late.

CHARACTER 1: (sigh) Fine what would you say.

CHARACTER 2: Oo Say you fought a bear but add more pizazz . Like, Its was a dark and dreary night when you found yourself alone in the woods.

CH 1: Why would I-

Forest noises, with footsteps and rain as the radio music almost fades out completely

CH 2: No interrupting. Alone in the woods when the heavens opened up above. As the rain poured down above you crashing upon every leaf on its way to the ground you looked around for a shelter. Having watched enough youtube tutorials you were of course prepared.

CH 1: More credit than I deserve but thank you.

CH 2: Knowing how to build a shelter with your bare hands you go to work looking for the proper sticks.

CH 1: What are we getting a play by play?

CH 2: You’re subtly teaching your teacher during the story how to build a proper wilderness shelter so your excuse is more practical and educational than the class would have been.

CH 3: Ok but can we get back to the forest Im dying to know how Megivver here makes a shelter.

CH 2: That's the thing as she was on her search for the perfect branch she stumbles upon a cave. Knowing that her chances are greater with less energy spent she decides to venture farther into the cavern for optimal living area.

CH 3: Naturally.

CH 2: So, as she ventures farther it gets darker and darker.

CH 3: Ah yes totally out of the ordinary for a natural cave, where is the room service and indoor lighting .

CH 2: Smartass, But our valiant Meg she didn't bring a light source with her, forced to feel around for the wall of the cavern. Dark and damp, or well that's what she expected the wall to be. What she didn’t expect was a soft and warm mass to touch her hand.

CH1: Im guessing thats the bear.

CH3: No spoilers

CH2: It was (pause) a bear.

A roar and music gets intense

CH3: (Gasp)

CH2: As the bear acknowledges the new touch it arises from its slumber, turns around, and swings.

Music picks up with a suspense song

CH2: Blows are being traded and both you and the bear are in what seems to resemble a bar fight.

Fighting sounds and bear roars continually

CH1: Yeah cuz both I and the bear know how to bar brawl

CH2: The secret life of bears man who knows. As you and the bear fight it seems as though our hero is coming out on top, and with one final blow the bear is down. Sleeping once more.

CH3: No bears were harmed in the making of this excuse.

CH2: I mean the bears pride maybe. Any way you have done it it seems as though the cave is yours.

Bear fight effects stop and music dies down

CH1: That seems too easy.

CH2: That is. . .

CH1: There it is.

CH2: Until another bear appears out of the darkness of the cave. Its mamma bear and this time she’s pissed. You just beat up her kid and she’s ready to fight.

Bear fight effects come back

CH3: OOOO I don't think Meg can take the momma bear.

CH2: Neither does she. That coward clearly being able to forsee the outcome of the match turns and begins to run out of the cave. That’s when. . .

Footsteps added

CH1: Oh god what now?

CH2: That’s when the momma bear pulls out a flare gun

CH3: That’s one hardcore bear.

CH1: And impossible but go on

CH2: The takes the flare gun and aims it in the direction of \

CH2(cont): her cubs assailant, and she fires. She fires as many shots as she can and Meg the hero that she is does her best to dodge every-single-one. She manages to dodge most but one catches her. And that's why she has a scar on her thumb. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Fade back to radio

CH1: There are so many things wrong with this story,

CH3: Name one thing

CH1: The fact of a bear had a flare gun or what about the fact of this wasn't about explaining the scar on my thumb, I got from cooking I’ll just add, but how will this get me out of class.

CH2: I don't know about you but I wouldn't mess with anyone who I know fought a bear

CH3: Yeah your not thinking about it the right way, but I still see your point. What if you tell the teacher that the dog ate your ability to get out of bed early in the morning.

CH1: that would probably work better than the bear story

CH2: It was gold and you’re just too much of a coward too see it.

CH3: Ok ok ok I have the perfect excuse for you. How about you tell her that you got kidnapped.

Scene 3

CH2: On a dark and dreary night

Action music begins

CH3: Oh god no no no, So this is what you tell her. That you

CH3(cont): Were walking down the street after class yesterday, when some random person comes up to you wanting you to buy drugs off them. But you told them no cuz your a good christian girl.

CH1: ah yes as the jesus told me say i'm too broke to have fun habits so why would I want those kinds of habits, to drugs. And more importantly why is a drug dealer kidnapping me because I didn't buy from them?

CH3: I wasn't finished. So you say no cuz your boring, and then next thing you know there is a bag over your head and you’re being pulled into a van.

CH2: hope you only tipped your uber a dollar.

CH1: Hope they didnt drop my purse, that where I keep my pokemon cards.

CH3: You’re getting theoretically kidnapped and your worried about your Charizard

CH1: Limited edition one yeah

CH3: Anyway , your kidnappers take special care as to not bend your mint edition Charizard holo card

CH1: Now this story is realistic

CH3: And they put a bag over your head and knock you out.

Thud

Ch2: What was it like to have the best sleep of your life be because you were being kidnapped.

CH1: Yeah I’m jealous of this “me” in your story. Can I get that kind of sleep.

CH3: So your in the back of their van. Totally knocked out when a bump in the road wakes you up.

Ch2: is that even possible?

CH3: In this story it is so shush. When you awaken you start to struggle hoping to get out of the bondage the they have trapped you in. As you struggle the driver seemed to be obvious to the fact that you woke up.

CH1: If i'm not becoming an action hero in this one I feel lied too.

CH3: Hero is a relative term, lets just say that the van ended up at the bottom of the ocean.

CH2: The nearest one is over one hundred miles away. How.

Car effects

CH3: And you and you Charizard card rode off into the sunset to live happily ever after.

CH1: And that's why I didn't go to class???

CH3: Fine ok how about you try to come up with an excuse if your gonna be so picky about it.

CH1: Maybe I will.

CH2: This is going to be the worst story ever.

Scene 4

Presidential music and an eagle in the background

CH1: It all started when the president of the United States

CH2: (disgust) ew

CH1: When he make the first good decision in his life and decided to name me President.

CH3: How Democratic of him, so your our president why does that mean you get out of class??

Ch1: Normally it wouldn’t, If I haven't used my new found power of being the President Of the United States to say the The President doesn't have to go to school.

Ch3: Smart

Ch2: Tactical I like it

Ch3: But can you make it so the president friends don't have to go to class either?

Ch1: (hisses through teeth) OOoo sorry now that I’m President I have to start taking things seriously, and making a law just for my friends would be selfish and not very presidential like. So sorry but I can’t.

CH2: Wow not even a full hour and she’s already forgotten where she came from

Ch3: I will say that she seems to have a stronger moral compass then the current Prez.

Ch1: So I can count on you for reelection right?

CH3: You got my Vote

CH2: I’m gonna need a little more lobbying for you to sway me.

Music fades back out to radio

CH3: Ok I have it the ultimate end all. Crazy idea here so don't just shoot me down immediately

CH1: (sigh) Your gonna tell me tpo just got to class aren't ya.

CH3: absolutely.

CH2: buzzkill, but she’s right

CH1: I know, I just don't wanna say it.

CH3: Go learn things ya nerd.

End

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