#sorry this started off with sexy intentions but then it became murder

[lostsouldierbye]

nothing just ur muse watching bucky pack 15 different weapons onto his body before he leaves

[uwumessenger]

random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

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Smile Again Part 10

It’s a long one but one of my favorites!

Masterlist | Smile Again Masterlist

Things get a little angsts! But lots of cute too

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About 2 weeks after Y/N and Aaron’s first date the team caught a local case that baffled them all. The Unsub was killing women and leaving notes on their bodies. He was also sending threats to their families. The interesting thing was he was using several languages at once to create a whole new language to write them in. Some of the languages, not even Reid knew and reworking the whole thing would take a very long time.

“Reid can you make any of this out?” Emily said looking at a letter the unsub left at the scene.

“I’m good but I’m not that good, I could work on decoding it but it’ll take me a hours to even figure out the languages used.” He replied.

“We need you in the field, and we don’t have hours.” Hotch said. He knew Reid could do it, but they couldn’t be a man down.

“It’s local, there are tons of colleges around maybe we can find an expert to assist Reid and figure this out.” Morgan added.

“Reid do you know anyone?” Rossi asked, Reid began to think before JJ cut in.

“Uh Hotch I know someone... but you’re not going to like it”

“Who?” Hotch asked. He suddenly had a gut feeling he really wasn’t going to like her suggestion, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Y/N” JJ said, nervously looking at her boss.

“Y/N? Like my-our-your Y/N?” He stumbled out.

“Yeah, our Y/N.” JJ chuckled at how flustered her cousin made her boss. “She’s spent her whole life since age 13 studying languages and what makes them up.” She continued.

“13? Is she a kid genius like pretty boy over here?” Morgan asked, patting Reid on the back.

“I mean she didn’t graduate early, she’s just always been interested in languages.” JJ answered, still keeping an eye on Hotch’s reaction.

He clearly wasn’t excited about the idea of her being involved, but was trying to hid his emotions. He knew she was brilliant and had heard her speak several languages, most of the time just to entertain Jack. He also liked to watch her work when she would bring the books she was translating to movie nights if she was near a deadline. He couldn’t deny working with her would be interesting to say the least, but he really didn’t want her near the types of people they saw. Like usual, JJ saw straight through him and gave him an apologetic, but pleading look.

“You think she could work this language out?” Rossi asked interrupting the two agent’s eye contact.

“I mean she once wrote half a thesis in a made up language to prove her theory on how our brains intupret and learn languages.” Jj shared with a proud smile.

“That’s genius” Reid said.

“Plus, I happen to know she passed a field agent test not that long ago to help out a local department in PA that sex crimes was helping with.” She added quietly.

“Really?” Morgan asked.

Hotch froze and JJ began to explain how even though she didn’t go in the field again after swat, she has volunteered to assist on a few cases with local PDs and the FBI office, but to do that she still had to test and prove she was capable for anything. Hotch knew she was capable of anything at all, but he didn’t want her to have to be in any situation to use those skills.

“I don’t want her in the field.” Hotch said with a strict tone, cutting off the other agents chatter. ‘Hell I don’t want her involved at all’, he thought, but he knew he couldn’t make that decision for her.

“So is that a yes?” Emily asked.

“It’s an I will ask her” Hotch grumbled

Rossi follows behind him as he stomps up to his office to reluctantly call his girlfriend. He loved how brilliant and kind she was. However right now he was cursing that two of his favorite things about her were what made him have to call and ask her to put herself in danger.

“Why doesn’t JJ ask?” Rossi asked with a smirk,following him up the stairs.

“Cause Y/N’ll feel inclined to say yes.” Hotch grumbled.

“And she won’t with you?” The older agent wondered.

“I’m hoping she’ll be inclined to say no to me”

“Have you seen the way she looks at you, I don’t think she ever wants to say no.” Rossi smiled.

“Dave” Aaron warned

“You know I’m right... because you’re even worse.” Dave said causing Hotch to roll his eyes and walk into his office.

Hotch picked up his cell phone to call Y/N, really wishing he didn’t have to, but their case really needed it.

“Y/L/N” she answered. He smiled, she must have been in the middle of work. Answering that way when busy was a side effect of her years in law enforcement.

“You sound so official, should I call back later Ms Y/L/N?” He chuckled. Hearing her voice made his nerves vanish,until he remembered why he was calling.

“Hey you!” She said, voice perking up. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah everything is fine.” He answered but she could tell he wasn’t being entirely truthful by the tone of his voice.

“What’s wrong Aaron?” She asked, fully stopping her work to listen.

“Before I ask this promise me you’ll think about it and not automatically say yes.” He prefaced.

“Oookay” she said skeptically, urging him to continue.

She heard him take a deep breath and sigh.

He dove in to explaining the case and the reason they needed help. He again explaining that she could say no, or even suggest someone else that could help. She listened intently and thought about it even though she knew her answer.

“Of course I’ll help” she said when he finally stopped his explanation.

“Y/N you do not have to do this.” He explained again.

“You want me to say no.” It was a statement not a question and her tone made him wince. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t think she was right for the job or that she couldn’t take care of herself. He just really didn’t want her near danger.

“I just don’t want you to feel obligated” he sighed.

“I don’t Aaron, I want to help! But just linguistics no tech stuff.” She tried to joke but he knew the seriousness of that statement.

“Deal, you won’t be anywhere near the field if I have anything to do with it.” He chuckled lightly but just like him, she knew how serious he was.

“Did JJ make that rule?” She tried to joke but became more worried when instead of his usual chuckle he just huffed.

“I think your cousin would have you leading the team of I let her.” He said and she caught his irritated tone.

“Aaron what’s wrong?” She asked, not wanting to end the call and agree if he was going to be upset.

“I didn’t want you wrapped up in this.” He practically whispered and it made her heart hurt.

“If you don’t want me to help-“ she began before he cut her off.

“That’s not it Y/N, I’m sort of excited to work with you.” He admitted, making her smile before he sighed, “I just don’t want you hurt.”

“I’ve got you and Jayje and the team to protect me, baby. Plus I’m a badass remember?” She assured him and he couldn’t deny how much he loved the way the pet name sounded from her lips.

“Promise you’ll be safe for me?” He asked

“Yes, do you promise?”

“Always am, for you and jack”

“I know,” she said softly, before continuing with a smirk “So you’re excited to work with me?”

“Mmm it’s really sexy to see you in action.” He admitted in a low husky voice she loved.

There was no shortage of making out and boarder line groaping during their last couple movie nights after jack went to bed but they hadn’t gone past that since the first time. She absolutely loved hearing him talk like this.

“Oh yeah?” She asked and heard him grunt. “The language or the ass kicking?”

“Mmm both, but hearing you speak in other languages, god I don’t know what you’re saying but i love it.”

“ mm buono a sapersi bello” she hummed and heard his breath hitch.

“Be careful with that baby, I’m at work.” He purred

“Mm well after the case I’ll have to explore your love of my work some more.”

“Please do” he cleared his throat then and she laughed

“Oh buniness Hotch is back! Should I head in to the BAU now?”

“Yeah I can send someone to get you.”

“Unless it’s you I can handle getting there.” She laughed as she heard him cough again.

“I’ll see you soon, have Garcia email me all the evidence that’s in his ‘language’ so I can start working on it on the train?”

“Will do, I’ll also remind her not to get to used to you working with her.”

“I’d be too much of a distraction for you boss man.

“Bye y/n”

“See you soon Aaron.”

“So she’s in?” JJ smiled and asked when Hotch renterd the bullpen.

“Yeah” he grumbled “We keep her safe and out of the field.”

The team all nodded and JJ cheered quietly about getting to work with her cousin. Hotch chuckled at JJ’s antics and hid his own excitement about working with Y/N.

Hotch gave instructions of where to got, y/n would meet them at the BAU where read was doing the geo-profile and after JJ and Hotch met with local pd they’d come back and brief her.

In the car JJ could feel Hotch’s anxiety. She knew it wasn’t about the case, rather the idea of Y/N helping with the case.she felt guilty for suggesting something that caused him so much stress, but she knew her cousin could handle it.

“Hotch I’m sorry if I put you in a shitty situation suggesting Y/N.” She watched him tense even lore at her words. “But my cousin is a super hero, she can do anything and I trust her with my life, and our teams lives. Trust me when I say I’d never have suggested her if I thought she couldn’t handle it.”

“I know that, and I trust her too but Jack and I can’t lose her.” He admitted, surprising himself and JJ. Truth was, he couldn’t keep much of anything from the blonde agent even if he tried.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah Jennifer, we’re okay. I can’t very well stay mad at the person who introduced Y/N Y/L/N into my life can I?

They both chuckled and felt the tension ease just a bit.

Y/N set up a little space for her to work in the conference room and set to work. She knew she shouldn’t be having fun during a murder investigation, but she couldn’t deny she loved this kind of work.

Derek has nicknamed her and Reid the nerd squad, after he walked in on them spewing theories and slaw itching between languages in a way no ‘normal human’ would comprehend. Hotch couldn’t help but stop and watch Y/N work for a moment when he and JJ got back with the lead detective.

He was snapped out of his trance by Rossi making a vaguely inappropriate comment about the ‘true reason’ he didn’t want y/m on the case. The sputtering cough he did in response to that comment caused his girlfriend’s beautiful eyes to snap up and lock with his.

She smiled widely at him and began to explain the progress they had made to him and the detective. He couldn’t help but love her even more for the way she was so professional, yet still somehow made him feel noticed by her.

Aaron thanked her and explained to all in the room their next steps. He left Y/N to it and called Reid to follow them to go check out a lead. Y/N suddenly felt a flash of anxiety listening to Aaron talk about breaching the house if they had to. He didn’t miss the look on her face and told the team he’d meet them at the SUVs.

“Hey, I’ll be fine” he whispered moving closer to her. He knew it was risky but pulled her into his arms anyway. Kissing her head and then quickly pulling back.

“I did t think it’d scare me this much, I mean I know what you do but being here and hearing it all... what if you don’t come back? What if I have to watch-“ she started to break and he took her hand.

“Y/N I won’t let that happen! I WILL come back to you”

She nodded and squeezed his hand

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart, JJ had to talk me off the same ledge in the suv.” This caused her to giggle and calm down a bit.

“Get going boss man, be safe.”

“Anything for you” he smiled and headed off.

Y/N moved her operation down to be with Garcia I case they needed help with the language, but mostly because she didn’t want to be alone. The lead was a dead end so the team headed back and were working on the profile again when Y/N decoded a journal entry that talked about an abandoned warehouse that he used to frequent when he was homeless.

“Let’s go, Garcia stay online, Reid-“

“Hotch Y/N should probably ride along.” Rossi just got out before Aaron boomed “NO”.

Y/N looked just as startled by the idea as Aaron.

“Hotch she needs to be with us decoding the journal in case there is a new location, or he starts talking in his language.”

“I told you, she doesn’t go in the field” y/N could feel the anger radiating off of him, she saw JJ thinking about how to calm him down.

“Hey”, she whispered to Aaron, pulling him to the side, she locked eyes with Rossi who immediately understood and began to lead the team to the cars.

“Don’t worry you d-“ he started before she cut him off.

“I’m going to come with you.” She said and braced herself for his reaction.

“NO Y/N.” He said steadily but still gentle as he always was with her.

“I will be so careful, I won’t go anywhere near the scene. You need me Aaron”

“Yeah I do need you, alive.”

She felt her heart clench at his words and stroked his cheek, “I will be safe, please trust me.”

“I do!”

“I know, so remember that, you’ll be right there, so will JJ.”

“What if I can’t protect you?”

“Sweetheart, I just want to catch this guy, so I can spend time with my favorite boys! I’ll be okay.”

“Promise?”

She nodded and pulled him along to the cats.

“Dave was right...” he huffed

She looked at him to explain and he continued.

“I can’t say no to you”

She smirked and responded “I’ll have to remember that.

When they pulled up to the scene y/n pushed down the fear and memories of the case that changed her whole life and took her husband. If she was going to do this. She locked eyes with Aaron in the rear view mirror and smiled when he sent her a sweet wink.

That was the last moment of calm before all hell broke loose. The unsub was in the warehouse holding a woman hostage. Hotch broke all his rules and kissed Y/N lightly before putting on his vest to assure her he’d be okay. He left her in the safety of the SUV as he went to the staging area.

After about 15 minutes the unsub began to lose it even more.

“Hotch he’s speaking the language we have to send Y/N in.” Reid said, earning him a nasty glare from his boss.

“Not a chance. We’ll just wire someone.” Hotch responded.

“He’ll know” JJ said with a defeated tone herself. He knew she didn’t want her cousin to go in either but they had no choice.

“Fine” he sighed “but I go with her.”

“You’re too intimidating I’ll go.” Jj countered

“Jj you keep her safe.” He sternly whispered as they ent to brief Y/N.

“Hotch I know you love her but so do I, I’d do anything to protect her.” She said quickly before they reached you

“Jj I-“

“Don’t try to deny it Hotch, I know you haven’t told her yet but I know it’s true.” Hotch flushes a bit.

“I know you’d do anything to protect her JJ, I just, I can’t lose her and I hate putting her in this position even though I know she can handle it.” He admitted and knew JJ understood.

They briefed Y/N and after a brief moment of panic Y/N assured them both she could to it. She put on a vest and they entered the building.

Everything was going well, Y/N was speaking to him in his language, she was doing everything by right. That was until the hostage began to yell and insult him. He shoved the victim towards Y/N sending them both fattening down a flight of steps.

Jj secured the unsubscribe and cleared the team to come in. She hadn’t looked over towards her cousin yet but could tell the victim was fine.

She rushed down the stairs to see her cousin laying unconscious with a gash to the head.

“No no no” Jj said taking her hand as

took team came in and Rossi began to move the unsub to the SUVs

“Y/n!” Hotch wailed. Running to Y/N’s limo figure.

“Hotch I’m sorry Jj said, but Hotch couldn’t hear anything as he rushed to Y/N’s side, grasping her hand in his.

“Y/N please”

“Hm hi handsome” she said opening her eyes and groaning as she held her head. It took her a bit to realize what was happening, but the smell of the old warehouse brought most of the recent events back. “Don’t look so worried you two, I’m alive.” She said with a weak smile

“I’m going to get the medic” JJ said before kissing her cousins head and running off.

“Aaron I kn-“ she began

“I love you” he cut her off

“What?” Yn breathes

“I’m in love with you, I know it’s crap timing and you probably have a concussion but god I don’t want to waste anymore time with out you knowing I love you.”

“I love you too Aaron.”

He held her face and kissed her soundly. Pulling away when he heard Rossi wolf whistle behind them.

“I guess they all know now, sorry I know you like to be secretive.”

“they’ve known how I’ve felt longer than I did. Plus I don’t plan on keeping you a secret y/n ever.

He was insanely happy he finally told her how he felt and got to hear that she loved him too. Now he had to face JJ knowing he let her cousin get hurt.

Outside with the medics JJ was terrified to face her boss knowing she let Y/N get hurt. She was holding back tears that she could have lost her best friend.

Y/N was just happy to be loved by Aaron and JJ, and to be alive she was happy about that too. And dizzy she was also dizzy.

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Dear Diary Prt. 9

November 9th, 2011 

 Dear Diary

After yesterdays events I felt like today was super mundane, but it was nice… To wrap up what happened yesterday, Dean and Harry  came to pick me up from the library, Charlotte was long gone by this pint her mum had come to pick her up an hour or two before I’d called Harry , but we’d made plans for her to come over to the flat on Friday. I’m going to cook us dinner, we’re going to do some studying then maybe watch a movie… 

Talking to Charlotte had really changed my outlook on life, I won’t pretend I’m going to be the mother Theresa right away, but I really want to change the way I look at things. If someone like Charlotte can go through so much, and come out the other side still smiling then why can’t I? 

I’m going to try at least, 

Love Y/N, 

November 11th, 2011 

Dear Diary

Dinner went… Okay,

                      Eight hours ago

“So who is this chick?” Dean quizzed me as we walked through the supermarket looking for all the ingredients we needed to make nachos. “You’ve never mentioned her before,” 

“Yes I did,” 

“No, you didn’t,” He countered. 

“Yes. I. Did,”

“No. You. Did. Not,” Dean and I stood toe to toe, his jaw clenched and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

“Harry,” I called not taking my eyes off Dean, “A ruling here.” 

“She did mention her,” Harry called tiredly. He’d been shopping with Dean and I for the last twenty minutes and this was the third argument we’d gotten into… None of them meant anything but they were annoying Harry none-the-less. “Sorry mate,” 

“Fine.” Dean’s eyes thinned into slits. “You win this one Y/L/N,” He turned to Harry  and threw a soft punch into his bicep, “Thanks for having my back bro…” 

“Hey, don’t punch him,” I punched Dean in the arm, He grabbed it his mouth opening in a pain-filled hiss. 

“Ouch,” He cried. “Why’d you do that…” 

“Well….” I stuttered lamely looking for an excuse, “Don’t punch people,” 

“But you punched me,” 

“It was a lesson,” 

“Enough now children,” Harry taunted stepping between us. “Let’s just finish the shopping and we can get home,” 

“Fine, you win this one Y/N,” Dean pulled up the list, 

“That’d be the second one I’ve won then Dean,” I smirked innocently. 

“Y/N,” Harry groaned, his hand flying to his forehead. 

“Y/N, I swear to -,” 

“Dean, please, just let it go.” Harry cried his hand still against his forehead. 

“Fine.” He huffed. "I’ll go grab the salsa, you two get the meat and vegetables.” He threw the list back into the basket and walked off. Harry  and I stood watching him for a second, 

“He’s a child,” I muttered, 

“You’re both children,” Harry quipped. “Is George coming over tonight?” Harry  inquired as we began to walk again, 

“No, just Charlotte,” I lent across him to pick up a white onion, “I haven’t seen George since the other night,” 

“You two have a fight?” I looked up at Harry as he fiddled with some garlic bulbs. 

“No,” 

“You two are just normally together,” I shrugged my shoulders, 

“I dunno what you want me to say?” I looked away from Harry. 

“Did something happen between you?” 

Now Y/N, think carefully is this a good time to divulge to Harry that you kissed George? 

“Well…” I trailed off, eyes squinting as I racked my brain for the best way to tell Harry, 

“Well, what?” 

“George and I may have … kissed,” I moved away from him walked down the end to grab some carrots. “Three times,” 

“Wow.” 

“Wow?” 

“I mean congratulations,” Harry sighed running a hand through his hair, “That’s great, exactly what you wanted isn’t it?” He walked towards me, “I mean you have feelings for him,” 

“Still so obvious?” Harry’s lips broke into a breathy smile. 

“You’re getting better at hiding it,” He shrugged his shoulders, “But you still give him the look,”

“And is it still as pathetic as ever?”

“Nothing you ever do will be pathetic Y/N, when are you going to accept that?” 

“I’m an idiot,”

“Oh?” 

“I told him I didn’t want anything more,” 

“Y/N,”

“Only because he said it was ‘just a kiss’ and that ‘friends kiss all the time,’… twice!” I cried. “God I’m so stupid,” 

“He said that?” Harry  questioned, “Like he really said that?” I nodded my head, “What a dick move,”

“I get why,” I walked away from Harry over to the other side of the displays, “I’m not like the girls he chases… I’m not blonde, skinny…. You know the spiel by now,”

“Y/N, you have got to have the thickest head ever,”

“Harry !”

“I mean it, who cares if you're not blonde, or you aren’t super thin… you’re a great person,” Harry leant on the display crossing his hands, “Remember when I told you that you were nothing like those girls? That you were smart, funny and you’re beautiful without even trying?” I nodded my head, “I meant it… MacKay is an idiot for saying that shit too you, and one day it’s going to bite him in the arse.” Harry shook his head, “You want to know what happened between Oliver and me?” 

“If you want to share it,”

“Oliver made a comment about -,”

“Got the salsa,” Dean cried as he rounded the corner, “And you two have not moved.” He looked between Harry and I, “I thought you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, and yet here you are yapping away,” He shook his head, tone dripping with false disappointment. 

“Shut up Dean,” I groaned, “C’mon, let’s go,” 

Stupid Dean, he was just about to tell me. 

“Yes! Let’s go meet Charlotte,” Dean cried sarcastically pulling me under his arm, “And cannot wait to eat more of your food Y/N,” I gasped and pushed him away, 

“Hey!” I cried, “I’m a good cook,” 

“No, you’re not. You’re horrible.” 

“Am not,” 

“Are too,” 

“Harry ?”

“He’s right Y/N, you’re not the best cook…” Harry  trailed off as Dean threw his hands up victoriously, 

“Two to One,” He held up two fingers, dropping one quickly. “I’m catching you,” 

“You two ate my soup last week!”

“Toilet,” Dean shrugged, 

“What about the stir-fry dinner I left for you and the guys last when you were watching the football?” 

“Jordan and Henry may have thrown it off the balcony,” Harry  meekly replied, 

“But…” 

“Tonight should be fine though, how can you mess up nachos?” Dean chuckled. 

                                Six hours ago

“Nachos…” Harry mumbled as he pulled up one of the burnt corn-chips. “Look great,” 

“What’s that smell?” Charlotte asked from her spot across from me, “Is something burning?” 

“Something is burnt,” Dean chuckled, “How do you like your nachos Charlotte? Crispy? Or burnt?”

“Dean,” 

“Maybe we should just order pizza?” I sighed slouching in my chair. Somehow I’d let Dean distract me as I put the dish of nachos in the over to melt the cheese and the next thing I knew the flat was filled with smoke, “If Dean didn’t distract me none of this would have happened!” 

“Not my fault I’m so dashingly distracting,” 

“Shut up Dean,” I groaned. 

“Are you though?” Charlotte teased, “I mean, Y/N told me about Harry, but you were never mentioned,” 

“Oh,” Dean turned to look at me, “Is that so?”

“Mhhm,” Charlotte hummed, her hand reaching down to pat Bronte’s head, “All about his dreamy eyes, and how cute he looks in the morning,” 

“Charlotte!” I protested my head falling into my hands, “It wasn’t like that!” 

“Oh yeah?” Harry  laughed this time, “Then what was it like?” 

“I hate you all!” 

“I dunno, it seems like you find Harry to be … what was the word she used Charlotte,” I could hear the smirk in Dean’s voice, 

“I believe it was ‘adorable with a large dash of sexy,’… am I right Y/N,” 

“Oh my god,” I groaned banging my head gently on the table, “Kill me,” 

“But, if we killed you, you wouldn’t get to look at this adorable face,” Harry  taunted from his seat beside me, 

“I’m going to murder you, Harry,” 

“But then you wouldn’t see my beautiful face again,” 

                           Five hours ago

“More wine?” I asked getting up from the couch as the intro for the big bang theory started up again, 

“None for me… mum will kill me if I walk down hammered,” Charlotte replied turning back to her conversation with Dean. 

“Harry ?” 

“Yes, please,” He passed his glass over to me as I passed him, I glanced at the books Charlotte and I had pulled out with the intent to study only to have our attention dragged to Dean and Harry’s lively conversations about the big bang theory. Looking back at Charlotte and seeing how happily she and Dean were I couldn’t break them apart and ask her to study with me. “I’ll help you later tonight,” Harry  spoke lowly as he followed me into the kitchen, 

“Thanks,” I jumped up onto the bench and began picking at the cold, burnt nachos. “They’re getting along,” 

“Like a house on fire,” He agreed pulling the bottle towards us, “I never was a fan of red wine,” 

“Until,”

“Until I realised buying a shitty bottle of wine was cheaper than vodka,” He flashed me a toothy smile. “Then I became a big fan of red wine,” 

“I always thought it made me look sophisticated, drinking it.” 

“But do you feel sophisticated,” I reached out and grabbed the bottle from him, 

“Anytime we aren’t drinking from the bottle,” 

“So not a lot then?” He grinned. 

“Not a lot,” I confirmed with a giggle of my own. 

“About what George said to you,” 

“Can’t we just forget it, Harry?” 

“No, I want you to know that he’s a nitwit,” I passed the bottle over to Harry with a roll of my eyes. “I’m being serious,” 

“Harry … let’s just forget this. From this point on, I am swearing off guys. I’m going to go to class, hang out with Charlotte and you, and Blake and Henry, and study… that’s it… This George thing has been enough to send me mental,” 

Y/N's new life rules 

No guys, just study... Especially if that guy's name starts with a G... Study, Study, Study

Learn to cook, 

Study 

No falling back to the old ways where you fawn and fall all over a certain boy with a G name.

Try not to mention to any future friends how cute you think your roommate is. 

[ellana-ravenwood]

Professor Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader !TeacherAU Part 1/4

FINISHED SERIES : PART 2, PART 2.5, PART 3, PART 4

Hey guys ! So I never wrote AUs before, because nothing ever really ticked my fancy and I usually like the original worlds too much…But then an idea suddenly popped in my head and refused to leave it, so I just HAD to write it. Here’s said idea. Bruce being a university teacher. So yeah, I kinda adapted Gotham to fit the story and I hope you won’t completely hate it, even hoping you’ll enjoy it :

My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives 

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Your fists bunch up in the front of his dress shirt as you bring him even closer, his body so perfectly flush against yours now. You’re stuck between him and his desk, and it feels like Heaven. 

His tongue delightfully drags across your lower lip and you gladly grant him access to explore your mouth further. The little moan escaping your throat as your tongue dances with his seems to satisfy him to no extend, as his grip tightens around you, his fingers tangling in your hair sweetly but firmly, rearranging your head to change the angle of your passionate kiss.

And oh you dreamt about this moment happening for so long. Ever since you started to take his class in fact. About a year ago.

Your dream since a very long time was to become a profiler for the FBI. So of course you would sign up for (and were miraculously accepted into) what was known to be the best criminology class in the country, taught by none other than the famous Bruce Wayne.

He was famous in town for two reasons.

The first one wasn’t why you wanted so desperately to study in Gotham University, and was kind of depressing…Bruce Wayne, as his name suggested, was the heir of the Wayne family, who used to be the richest in Gotham.

Used to…Ever since his parents’ died, this changed. 

Unfortunately, whenever something bad happens, it’s immediately follow by another terrible event. Said event in Bruce Wayne’s case, came from ill intentioned people working for Wayne Inc that stole everything from him. 

His parents’ estates, their company, every single things they owned (even souvenirs such as family pictures)…The man who used to be Thomas Wayne’s best friend and business partner found a loophole in his will, and managed to turn things in his favor. 

It came from one simple mistake, and it was so stupid. Simple. And something that the Waynes would never have thought about ! 

First, what kind of best friend would steal everything like that ? Especially from a child who just witnessed his parents’ getting killed in a back alley ? How evil could you be ?

And second, they never paid attention to how the will was actually worded. Which was a fatal mistake. 

In case of their death, everything was suppose to go to Bruce, unless he was underaged and then it would go in the care of Wayne inc co-CEO and Thomas’ best friend, Aleister Golden…Only the document never truly stated that he had to keep it for the boy. It was only implied. 

And this stupid bureaucratic error is what cost young mister Bruce Wayne everything.In the span of a night, he went from « the boy who had it all » to one who was left with nothing. And how depressing was that, right ? 

The silver lining of him being  adopted by the man who used to be his butler, a certain Alfred Pennyworth, and not being thrown in an orphanage, didn’t make you any less angry whenever you thought  about it. It didn’t even touch you personally, you barely knew the man, he was just your teacher. But still, the injustice of it all made you furious. 

You had to admit though, that all this tragic story was also part of why you felt so attracted to him, you had a thing for damaged older men…maybe because you didn’t really have any parents yourself and could relate ? Because you had to work hard to achieve anything ? Your daddy and mommy issues ? 

In any case, that first extremely sad reason why Bruce Wayne was famous wasn’t really relevent to your situation. Nope.

The second reason though ? It was everything. It was why you wanted to become a profiler in the first place, and why you worked so hard to be accepted in the prestigious Gotham University.

Every aspiring cops, of any kind, knew about Bruce Wayne. 

For a long time he was the most efficient detective that ever worked in the US. You were pretty sure that 50% of the people behind bars in New Jersey, the state he was working in, had been captured by him.

But one day, a few years ago, a bad injury from famed serial killer known as “The Joker” (no one even knew his real name, and it seemed there were no records of his existence...) prompted him to retire. 

Fifteen knife wounds to the chest and abdomen can do that to you.

He wasn’t old though. Oh no, he wasn’t even forty yet, you heard. Though he had to be close from that number. 

But he started his career very young, earning a promotion of “detective” at barely 20 when he dismantled single handedly Gotham City’s corrupted cops network. 

Your hometown was known to be ground to the most corrupted forces in the USA, and that young guy came in and was able to stop it all (or almost all)…you guessed he earned his “youngest detective ever” badge.

According to everyone who ever worked with him, he was a workaholic and dedicated his soul and body to his job. It was obvious, why he became a cop, given his background. The murder of his parents, the way things were taken away from him, having to grow up in a decaying neighborhood (Alfred wasn’t a rich man) etc etc…Of course he’d want to right some wrongs.

You heard he didn’t actually want to stop being a detective, but his boss, Commissioner James Gordon forced him to take time off after his injuries. 

He refused to let him back on the job until his stab wounds were completely healed, which you thought was fair and logical…But Bruce Wayne could apparently not rest and he accepted the job Gotham University offered him as head of their criminology department (he did have a few PhD in his name after all).

This was five years ago, and clearly, his wounds were now healed. But it seemed he found a new meaning of life as a teacher, giving all his knowledge to future generation.

In your freshman year, another student asked him why he didn’t return to be a cop, and Mr. Wayne had an answer you could do nothing but admire :

“As a detective, it’s sure that I solved many crimes, saved lives and put scums behind bars..but I found, during my four years of teaching others how to do all that, that giving my knowledge to younger generations, such as yours, was more efficient to cleanse the street of cities like Gotham. Bear with me for a moment, and see it in that way : I was alone, doing all those arrests. Sure my peers worked a lot too, but, and sorry if I sound arrogant, I was the best. Now if I can pass that knowledge and skills of how to be the best to others, so they can in their turn become the best ? Then I’m putting in the streets more amazing officers than just me being out there, does that make sense ? »

It did. At least to you. And sure it sounded a bit pretentious, but it made sense.

Team effort. By him showing all the ropes and subtilities of his work to aspiring police officers and whatnot, he assured a new generation of dedicated fighter just like him. 

He wouldn’t be the only one anymore, and many people would take up his legacy. Continue his work on a larger scale. 

It made perfect sense.

You totally understood why he never went back on the job afterward, he found a new way of carrying out justice, and he realized it was indeed more efficient to do this. In fact, ever since he became a teacher five years ago, crime in Gotham went down by 23%, and there was no doubt in your mind that this drop correlated with the first wave of his students becoming officers in the GCPD.

There was something about Bruce Wayne, that was inspiring. 

All of his students, including you, could only admire the man, and the way he talked about his subject made you want to become the best profiler that ever existed. Made you want to work hard. 

He had a talent to “motivate his troops”, and his class was many people’s favorite. He inspired countless of his students and again, there was absolutely no doubt in your mind, or in anyone’s mind for that matter, that those said students were the new police officers in the GCPD. Those who would never be corrupted and that were doing a tremendous work right now.

Yes. Bruce Wayne was a famous and well loved man on your campus. 

And a damn attractive one at that…You were pretty sure every girl in your school had a massive crush on him, and many guys did too. 

He had handsome physical features like damn was he muscular, and this chiseled face ? You’d gladly get cut on that jawline. And don’t even start on his stunning blue eyes…Oh, and his voice ?! It was all velour and sexiness. 

But beyond that, he was also an incredibly charming man, who had a lot of charisma and an aura about him that just attracted people.

You admired the man in more than one way. 

And here you were, pinned against his desk, furiously making out with him. 

How did that happen ? You were so damn plain and boring compared to some of your classmates ! 

And yet his eyes fell on you, and no one else. 

Somehow he was interested in you, while he could have pretty much anyone he wanted. It was to you, he said to stay after class for whatever reason (you couldn’t even remember it now, as you were slowly unbuttoning his shirt). It was you he started to kiss passionately.

Your hands were now roaming his muscular chest (and wow the man worked out. Like, a lot), and his own warm hands were slowly creeping under your shirt, caressing your skin softly. Oh he was being so gentle…It made your mind melt.

But no matter how tender he was being, there was no mistaking the growing bulge in his pants. He was clearly not having pure thoughts right now, and the way you felt him twitch as you cupped him through his pants drove you crazy.

You were reaching for his zipper now, and he moaned your name desperately…

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)…Miss (Y/L/N) !!”

…

You opened your eyes with a start and jumped a bit in the air.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck FUCK !

There he was, yes, right in front of you.

And sure he was saying your name, but the heat and desperation had left his voice, replaced by impatience. And sure he was standing close to you, but he was still inches away and was looking at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement, not passion and love.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

A wet dream. 

You just had a wet dream. 

And in class, at that.  This was so fucking embarassing.

You readjusted yourself on your chair, quickly wipping off the drool on your chin and sat down straight. You could feel your face growing hot in embarassment, and the snickering of your classmates didn’t help at all.

You couldn’t believe you just fell asleep in your favorite class !! But lately, you just worked so damn much, and your nights were so short…Professor Wayne’s voice brought you back to reality for good.

This definitely wasn’t a dream anymore. And the heat you felt on your cheeks made you want to crawl in a hole and hide there for the rest of the lesson.

“Welcome back on Earth, Miss (Y/L/N). While you were gone to Snoozing Land, we were talking about the social disorganization theory by…Would you happen to know by who ?”

Oh professor Wayne was ruthless. 

He taught so many valuable things, and was great at making complicated concept seem simple for everyone. He would go out of his way to make sure every single one of his students understood what he was talking about. 

But if one of them was goofing around (or sleeping during class…), he was known to not let it go and test them right after. No pity. 

You didn’t even have time to apologize for falling asleep during his lecture, that your brain was trying to remember what this all thing was about again…Your stuttered voice started : 

“Um…by…by…by...oh I almost got it...by...AH ! By professors from the Chicago school right ? Henry McKay and…and…and something Shaw ? »

A light sparkled in Professor Wayne’s eyes. 

Ah ? But he talked about them while you were sleeping. He saw your head doodling up and down as you were fighting the sleep off unsuccessfully. It started as soon as his lesson began (his voice was just too soothing...), so how did you know that ?

Could it be that you were reading the books he advised all his students to read in advance ? Usually, there were too much work for any of them to do anything in advance like that...Interesting. He continued :

« Clifford R. Shaw. Good. Could you maybe tell us, in your own words, what their theory is ? »

You gulped, focusing hard on your memories. And thanking whatever gods were out there that you read about this theory before. You remembered that you did such a thing because it was something that had to do with Gotham…something that resonated inside you, that you related to…AH ! Eureka ! 

“It’s a theory that directly links crime rates and the economical situation of a neighborhood ?”

You said, kinda unsure but now it was too late to stop. Under Professor Wayne’s gaze you continued : 

“Like for example the youth of a disadvantaged neighborhood that is riddled with poverty and social inequity is more likely to participate in illegal things because…it’s cultural ? Like neighborhood with a high rate of high school drop outs, unemployements, single parents, bad infrastructures etc etc is more likely to have subcultures that are more open to illegal things because there’s nothing else ? It only relates to basic street crimes though, like drug deals or muggings, not every type of crimes and um…yes…Am I completely wrong ?”

You looked at your teacher, worried. You weren’t sure what his facial expression meant right now, but the stress made you talk further : 

“You’re making a face as if I’m completely wrong…Maybe I’m mixing up this theory and another one ? I just recall reading about this in a book you suggested to us, and reading it because it kinda concerned Gotham in general, what with all our poor neighborhoods and large social inequities and…I’m going to stop talking now, I feel like I’m just saying nonsense…”

You knew your explanation was wonky and clumsy, but as your brain was still a bit asleep, you just couldn’t explain things better and oh my god why was he looking at you like that ? Were you really completely mixing things up ?!

But Professor Wayne didn’t have a look as if you were wrong, no, you were mistaking. He had a “interesting…” look, the kind that he rarely had when talking to his students.

He had a lot of absolutely brilliant students, but it was rare that he actually had ones that were thinking outside the box. 

Like, for example,  the fact that you went out of your way to read a book he mentioned because the subject had a direct corellation with Gotham City. 

Usually, his students would just do what he told them to, which made them amazing students but not perfect ones. He had enough confidence in his teaching abilities to know he taught those kids things that would turn them into incredible police officers. But he so rarely found that unique one that would go beyond his teaching and do other research on his/her own…

The face he was making wasn’t one of disapproval, but a thoughtful one. One that made him make a mental note in his head about remembering to pay more attention to you from now on.

He already considered you in the top of his class. And he already noticed you had a special way to write essays like none others, implementing your own ideas in things while still basing your reasoning on existing theories. 

Yes. He already knew you were above the bunch, but now…He smiled at you and said :

“Well I’m glad to see that sleeping during my lecture doesn’t hinder your knowledge and that you actually know what I’m talking about. Good job. But um, miss (Y/L/N), don’t let it happen again. The sleeping, I mean.”

You nod sheepishly  and avoid his (incredible blue) eyes to look down on your table, feeling half-ashamed that you fell asleep and was called out for it, half-proud that you were still able to answer his question.

“Miss (Y/N/L) explained this theory in a good simplistic way, nonetheless let’s focus a bit more on the social…”

The rest of the lesson went by without incident on your part, you paid extra attention to things that came out of Prof’ Wayne’s mouth, to the point that the man found it almost amusing, how you were drinking his every words. 

The bell rang, and it was time for lunch. You stayed behind a bit, and went to Mr. Wayne’s desk. He was slowly putting away his things, and you couldn’t help but admire the way he...Ugh. Nope. No no no. 

This kind of thoughts is exactly what prompted you to have a damn wet dream DURING class. You had to stop. 

Beside, the man was too old for you (but was that really a problem ? Yes no it was, stop it brain !), plus he was your teacher and you were pretty sure there were rules against student/teacher relationship and...What were you even thinking about ? 

As if you had even a tiny chance to date a guy like that. You once caught a glimpse of his now ex-girlfriend (according to the rumors), Selina Kyle, and she was clearly an above average woman. In every single way. Beyond  this world.

So you ? With your extra pounds and confidence issues and...Ugh. Here we go again with the self-deprecation. Oh well. 

You shook your head to drive those bad thoughts away and approached Mr. Wayne’s desk. Shyly, you said : 

“Um...Professor ?”

He raises his head and seems surprise to see you for a minute. His lectures were so clear and understandable that he probably wasn’t used to someone staying behind to talk to him...

Oh but if only you knew he was surprised because he was actually thinking about you and what you could become, maybe you wouldn’t be so insecure right now ? Of course, you’d never know that (at least for now). 

“Oh, (Y/N). What can I do for you ?”

You chased away sinful thoughts (but you couldn’t really help it, the way his voice rumbled as he said that...why was it so sexy ? Especially those words ? Oh man there was so many things you wish he’d do for you...starting with, actually doing you...UGH ! STOP IT BRAIN !!) and said, avoiding eye contact : 

“I’m very sorry about the...-you gestured to nothing in particular- all falling asleep thing.” 

He chuckles, and your heart skip a beat. Wow. Chuckle more often please, professor Wayne...Of course, you don’t say that out loud, and instead try to focus on what he says now : 

“It’s quite alright. We all have days where we feel a bit low on energy, don’t worry about it. It happened to me a few times in my studying years.” 

He smiles at you now, and you can’t help but get hypnotized by it, finally looking at him in the eye. You smile back, of a pure and sweet smile you probably don’t realize is extremely cute and say : 

“You ? No way.”

“Oh believe me, way. I wasn’t always the most hard at work in my younger years...Which doesn’t mean you should let it happen again.”

He says, raising an eyebrow at you. You manage not to blush by some fucking miracle, and say : 

“I promise it won’t happen again ! Thank you for your understanding.” 

You say with another smile that makes you cringe because you’re pretty sure you just look stupid right now. He answers : 

“I’ll hold you up to that young lady.” 

Young lady ? Oh...Oh what was he doing to your heart...You had to get out of there. Fast. You say : 

“Again. Promise. Won’t happen again. Um, well see you tomorrow sir, I have to catch up to my friends for lunch.” 

That was a lie. 

You didn’t have any friend on campus, they were all from rather wealthy family and you were from the wrong side of Gotham. You just never connected with them. 

All your friends were on the poor side of the city, in the streets...What was it again ? The “Social disorganization theory” ? Yes. Exactly. 

Right now, you were most likely gonna go study alone while eating a bland sandwich composed of old bread, one little piece of cheese, and ham.  

You slowly walk out of the classroom as he bids you farewell too, an awkward smile on your lips. 

Your heart races and you can’t help but smile stupidly because damn his understanding means so much to you and...What were you thinking ? If it was any other students, he would have probably said the same thing ! Professor Wayne was known to be quite nice and benevolent to his students. 

You shook your head, thinking that you were just another dumb schoolgirl who fell under his spell, and promised yourself you’d stop crushing so hard on him. Of course, you knew you couldn’t fulfill that promise. Bruce Wayne was just...Something else. 

On the topic of unfulfilled promises...The one you made to him about not falling asleep again in his class ? Yeah, it wouldn’t last long. 

************

Bruce shook his head and slapped himself lightly. 

What the hell got into him ? Why did he talk about his “younger years” ? Why did he call her “young lady” ?! He should have scolded her a bit more, like he would have done to any other students ! 

But he couldn’t help it, her smile was so sweet and she genuinely seemed tired...He just couldn’t bring his authoritative side out with her. 

During his years of teaching, it wasn’t the first time one of his student fell asleep in class. He always gave them assignments as punishment for it. But to her ? He just couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. 

Something in his guts told him she had it tougher than any other of his students, and he knew about tough times...Besides, she really had a cute smile. 

He slapped himself once more. 

What was he thinking about ? She was one of his student ! How disgusting of him to even think that ? Sure she was over twenty one but...Ugh. What the hell was wrong with him ? 

That never happened before. He never didn’t punish someone just because he liked their smile. And he certainly never got that friendly with a student. Sure, he was an approachable teacher, but he always stayed professional. 

It wasn’t for the lack of flirty girls and boys coming his way. Many tried to seduce him and never succeeded of course. He was their teacher, it would be abusing his power to do anything with them. 

It didn’t matter that they were all consenting adults, he made it a rule to never cross that bridge. Besides, none of them ever interested him. It wasn’t that difficult to keep things professional. To gently (or not so gently for the one that insisted too much) reject them. 

But with her ? For God’s sake she didn’t even attempt anything ! She just said “sorry” and smiled because he was being nice, like any normal person would do ! And yet...yet she had such a sweet smile. He wanted to see it again...

For the third time, Bruce slapped himself. And promised himself that next time, if there was a next time, he would be colder towards her. Even if it meant being a bit of a dick. 

Next time, if there was a next time, he wouldn’t spare her. He would give her a difficult assignment as punishment, and if she came to apologize would ignore her. 

Yes. Next time. If there was a next time, he thought, as he dialed “Selina Kyle”’s number. He really needed to think about someone else right now, and his on-off girlfriend was always very good at distracting him. And vice versa. 

Besides, really, next time he would be harsh with you. 

If there was a next time. 

************

The next time came the following week. 

You had a lot of exams and studied well into the morning lights, plus you were working at the local cafe who was open until late at night...Needless to say you had barely a time to sleep. 

And today, after your final exam of the semester was done and class was continuing “normally”, you kind of just collapsed on your desk. It just so happened to be Professor Wayne’s lesson once more. 

One of your classmates, an asshole who thought he was the best damn thing in the world, called William Fryer, pointed it out to Bruce. 

For some reason, it annoyed Bruce that someone ratted you out like that. 

Sure you were in the wrong for sleeping in his class, but he didn’t like it. He also didn't like William Fryer very much, he always thought he had such a slappable face. With an annoyed “tt” he turned his head to you, stopping in the middle of his lecture. 

The truth was, he saw you slowly “melting” down on your seat and falling asleep since a long time, but he didn’t want to call you out in front of everyone again. 

Ugh...What was that about swearing to himself he wouldn’t go easy on you anymore ? He sighed, as William said : 

“Do you want me to wake her up, professor Wayne ? I can. I bet she went out too late last night, she’s never in her dorm room...” 

Bruce didn’t like what Fryer was implying with his words. He also totally ignored the little painful pang in his chest to the thought that you might have someone (or someoneS) in your life, and said : 

“No it’s fine. Leave her alone. I am about to talk about very important concepts, if she misses out on it then it’s her loss. Focus again please.” 

Fryer nodded and tore his disgusting hungry gaze off of you (why did the way he looked at you make Bruce so angry ?!), and the lesson continued. 

************

The bell rang and you jumped in your seat in surprise. 

Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck. 

Did you fall asleep again ? 

A bit lost, still dizzy with sleep, you looked around you as people packed their stuffs and left the room. 

Yes. You totally did. Ffff...You bite your lower lip and look down at Professor Wayne’s desk. And there he was and...Did you just dream that or was he staring at you before you looked at him, and did he just turn his head away quickly when your eyes turned to him ? 

You slowly put your things away too, and went to his desk as the last few students left the room. He didn’t leave you the time to speak : 

“You promised, miss (Y/L/N).” 

He said coldly, and you gulped down before trying to say : 

“Yes I know but I was in the library all n...”

“No excuses.” 

His voice is so damn cold and harsh (though he’s strangely relieved that you spend the night in the library, and not at someone’s place..), and he doesn’t even look at you. It hurts you more than it should. He throws a bunch of papers your way and continues : 

“You’ll find an extra assignment in there that you’ll give me back next Friday. For breaking your promise and falling asleep again...”

You take the heavy file in your hand and sigh internally thinking all of it is just the assignment...But you’re not quite right. He hesitates a bit, his voice regaining some warmth unintentionally as he finishes : 

“There’s...There’s also today’s lecture. My notes of it. So you can catch up more easily.” 

You’re a bit surprise he’s giving you his own notes so you can know what today’s lesson was. You were already ready to chase after your classmates and beg them to give you their notes (those assholes would surely ask something in return). You’re about to thank him but he clasps his bag closed a bit violently and leave the classroom without even saying goodbye. 

Damn. You must have really made him angry for falling asleep in his class again...You hope to every gods out there that he’s not going to hold it too much against you, and that he doesn’t think you think his class is boring. 

No. It’s really your favorite. But you’ve been so tired lately...

You sigh sadly and leave the room too, walking to your work feeling more defeated and fatigued than ever. 

************

Bruce shakes his head for the hundredth time as he walks fast towards his car. 

He felt guilty for being so cold and harsh to you, though he shouldn’t. It was normal. He was suppose to be like that, to treat his student a bit tough sometimes when they did something wrong. 

But he couldn’t...he couldn’t shake away the sad look on your face, and the bag under your (beautiful) eyes. He didn’t see you smile at all this week...

For the hundredth and one time, he shakes his head. 

Damnit. What were you doing to him ? And fuck he should have never gave you his notes for you to catch up ! He told the rest of the students you’d just have to catch up on your own, which is why he didn’t woke you up that time. 

It was suppose to be some kind of punishment, and here he was, giving you his own notes AND an extremely easy “punishment assignment” he knew you’d write in a matter of ten minutes. 

He wondered if you’d notice that he made it so easy on purpose...He hoped you wouldn’t. It would be dangerous if you ever thought he gave you some kind of special treatment, even if he totally was and that was SO WRONG ! 

It went completely against his work ethic. 

But he just couldn’t help himself...Oh. Oh. Fuck. 

Before he knew it, his phone was out and he was calling Selina again. 

Feeling guilty as ever as he knew he was calling her only to forget about someone else...about someone else he shouldn’t have this kind of thoughts about. 

But he didn’t see this someone else’s smile this week, and he had to think about something else...Besides, Selina used him enough in return too. 

This was alright, right ?

************

This really was a shitty day. 

First you wake up late. Then you spill coffee all over yourself and don’t have time to change so bam, walking around with coffee stains on your shirt and pants all day...To bump into a football player as you were lost in your study as you walked (you became an expert usually, at avoiding obstacles while reading, but today...today you really were tired) and your computer falls out of your bag and breaks. Of course you can’t afford a new one. 

Then you fall asleep in Mr. Wayne’s class, and he gives you an assignment as punishment (though from what you saw of it so far, it seems rather easy). Now he also probably thinks you hate his class or something...

And then you almost get fired of your very necessary job at the local cafe because some asshole decided to “call corporate” on you for forgetting to put sugar with an order...and you can’t afford to lose this job, because if you do, how are you gonna pay for your fucking tuition ?!

What a fucking shitty day. 

And you weren’t even half-way through your shift...

You started work right after your last lesson around 7 pm (which was Mr. Wayne’s today) all the way up to 3 am. 

8 hours of making coffee and waitressing. It usually was fine, because the people coming to the cafe late at night were mainly students who were as stressed as you because they had to study, and therefor were nice to you. 

Of course, there were always exceptions, like that fucking sugar lady. 

But overall, it was fine. The manager of the cafe even didn’t mind much you studying discreetly behind the counter, as long as you were ready if a client came in and all. 

It was 11 pm now, and you were rearranging the cakes behind the window, making things look nice, when it happened...

The last blow to your shitty day. 

The door bell rang, as a new client came in. 

You rushed to the cash register to take his or her order and...

Are met with a very surprised Professor Wayne, accompanied by that woman you already saw a few times with him before, Selina Kyle. His supposedly ex-girlfriend (who was clearly not an ex). 

What the Hell were they doing here at this hour ? 

To be continued...

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Ok well...What do you think ? I tried to adapt the Batman’s world to fit this AU, and I hope I didn’t completely fail miserably or just plainly bored you (?).  This series will most likely be in about four parts, maybe more maybe less, and um yeah, will be NSFW at some point. Ok. Um...Done. Hope you liked it, as usual, feedbacks are very welcomed. 

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“Just the facts, ma’am” — “Dragnet” (1951 - 1959) (1967 - 1970)

“Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.” Such a cool opening for one of the most memorable “cop” TV shows of all time. Sgt. Joe  — My name’s Friday. I’m a cop — Friday (Jack Web) and his detective sidekicks (played by Ben Alexander and Harry Morgan) managed to keep us glued to the television with their subtle tactics in apprehending criminals because all they really needed in their quest was... just the facts. So cool. Dum, de, dum, dum! Check out this very cool short video.

“Stifle it, Edith!” — “All In The Family” (1971 - 1979) Archie Bunker (Carroll O’Connor) had a way with words. He called his liberal son-in-law,  “Meathead”and his faithful wife, “Dingbat “ (and he insulted about every stereotype you can name) without getting his hand slapped from the politically correct community. He was so lovable, though, right? Whenever his wife Edith (Jean Stapleton) had an opinion, he managed to stifle her — most of the time. Check out the time she stifled him here.

“Who Loves Ya Baby?” — “Kojak” (1973 - 1978)

Kojak (Telly Savalas) was probably the only New York City detective on TV who made the Tootsie Roll Pop sexy. And, didn’t he start the bald head craze? (OK, Yul Brenner in the “King And I” helped get this trend started).  Who loves Ya, Baby? We do, we do!  (Look here for clip.)

“Good Evening” — Alfred Hitchcock Presents (1955 - 1962)

Maybe you had to be there, but no one could grab an audience with an introduction quite like Alfred Hitchcock. His “series of unrelated short stories covering elements of crime, horror, drama and comedy about people of different species committing murders, suicides, thefts and other sorts of crime caused by certain motivations” kept us coming back for more each week. It seems like seven years just wasn’t enough for this film director and his spell-bounding stories.  Take a look at his one-of-a-kind introductions here.  

“Would you believe... “ — “Get Smart”  (1965 - 1970)

“Get Smart” (battling the forces of KAOS) had an embarrassment of riches in the catchphrase department. Maxwell Smart, Agent 86 (Don Adams) kept his co-hort, Agent 99 (Barbara Feldon) and the Chief (Edward Platt) on the tips of their toes every time he opened his mouth. “Would you believe” these words of wisdom: “Missed it by that much!,” “Sorry about that, Chief,” and “I asked you not to tell me that.” Yes, we would believe anything you say, Agent 86. Take a peek at these “Get Smart” funniest moments here.

“To the moon, Alice!” — “The Honeymooners/The Jackie Gleason Show” (1951 - 1959) Who could forget the wild and crazy antics of New York City bus driver Ralph Kramden (Jackie Gleason), sarcastic wife Alice Kramden (Audrey Meadows), NYC sewer worker, Ed Norton (Art Carney) and his wife Trixie (Joyce Randolph)? These four feisty Brooklyn residents tested each others patience on a daily basis which was the reason millions of viewers tuned in once a week. Needless to say, Alice Kramden knew how to draw blood which is why Ralph gave her the what for... “One of these days, Alice, you’re going to the moon!”   “Just One more thing...” — “Colombo”  (1971 - 2003)

Peter Falk made “Colombo” a household name with his unique way of solving the “whodunit” mystery in this clever television detective show. The Fashion Police would have a field day with this disheveled, cigar-smoking detective. (Oh, that rumpled, beige raincoat... how we loved it.) The criminal always thinks he/she has the upper hand in the investigation only to be caught up in the web of Colombo’s increasingly intrusive presence. Just when the suspect thinks all is well,  the polite detective (who always gets his man/woman), has “just one more thing“ to ask.

“Goodnight, John Boy” — “The Waltons”  (1971 - 1981)

This Great Depression Virginia mountain family sure knew how to grab our hearts. Each episode focuses on the “family of John Walton Jr. (known as John-Boy), his parents, John and Olivia Walton, their seven children, and John’s parents Zebulon “Zeb” and Esther Walton. John-Boy (Richard Thomas) is the eldest of the children (17 years old in the beginning), who becomes a journalist and novelist. In the signature scene that closes almost every episode, the family house is enveloped in darkness, save for one, two or three lights in the upstairs bedroom windows. Through voice-overs, two or more characters make some brief comments related to that episode’s events, and then bid each other goodnight, after which the lights go out.”

“Let’s be careful out there.” — “Hill Street Blues” (1981 - 1987)

“Hill Street Blues“is an American serial police drama that chronicled the lives of the staff of a single police station located on the fictional Hill Street, in an unnamed large city, with ‘blues’ being a slang term for police officers for their blue uniforms.”  In the opening, Sgt. Phil Esterhaus  (Michael Conrad) does the police roll call, concluding with his signature line: “Let’s be careful out there.”

“May God bless.” — “The Red Skelton Show” (1951 - 1971)

“The Red Skelton Show” was mainly known for the comedy sketches performed by Red himself which included an array of comedic characters (Clem Kadiddlehopper, San Fernando Red, George Appleby and Freddie the Freeloader). He also had guest star performers including John Wayne, Phyllis Diller, Jack Benny... the list goes on forever. His opening monologue often included his two favorite seagulls, Gertrude and Heathcliff. At the end of each show, he ended it with thoughts that went something like this.

“Lucy! You got some ‘splainin’ to do!” — “I Love Lucy” (1951 - 1957) That crazy redhead we affectionately know as Lucy Ricardo (Lucille Ball) was never at a loss for words... or hair brained, good-natured mischief. Her cohort, Ethel Mertz (Vivian Vance) was somewhat skeptical at times to play along, but the two BFFs made life interesting for their respective spouses, Ricky (Desi Arnaz) and Fred (William Frawley) to say the least. When Lucy tested Ricky’s patience one too many times, he screamed the only phrase that came to mind (each time): “Lucy, You got some ‘splainin’ to do!” Don’t we all use that phrase ocassionally when we get pissed at our significant others (no matter what gender they are)?

“Yada, Yada, Yada” — “Seinfeld” (1989 - 1998)

Let’s give a big round of applause to Jerry (Jerry Seinfeld), Elaine Benes (Julia Louis-Dreyfus), George Costanza (Jason Alexander) and Cosmo Kramer (Michael Richards) for giving us the best nine sitcom seasons of our lives. Did you know it was actually George’s new girlfriend, Marcy, who came up with the “yada, yada, yada” expression? If you don’t do anything else today, watch this Seinfeld montage.  

“Come On Down!” — “The Price Is Right“ (1956 - 1965) (1972 - Present)

I don’t care how old you are, you have heard — at one time in your life — a game show announcer say, “Come on down!” You know the game show: “The Price Is Right.” And you know the master of all game shows: Bob Barker. The point is, no matter what year you were born, somewhere, on some network, “The Price Is Right” has been on your radar. Unless you live in a third world country. Check out this “Come on down!” video with Bob Barker.

“Sock it to me.” — “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh In” (1967 - 1973) The comedy team of Dan Rowan and Dick Martin hosted this psychedelic, fast-moving comedy series that featured series regulars Lily Tomlin, Ruth Buzzi, Judy Carne, Goldie Hawn, Arte Johnson, Jo Ann Worley, Gary Owens, Alan Sues and Henry Gibson. Judy Carne became the butt of the joke when she said, “Sock it to me.” They doused her with water or gently assaulted her with rubber objects. Be careful what you say out there.

“Dy-no-mite!” — “Good Times” (1974 - 1979) “Good Times“ lets us in on the lives of Florida (Esther Rolle) and James Evans   (John Amos) and their three children, J.J. (Jimmie Walker), Thelma (Bern Nadette Stanis) and Michael (Ralph Carter). “Episodes of Good Times deal with the characters’ attempts to survive in a high rise project building in Chicago, despite their poverty” ... and hilarity ensues. Fess up, you know you said the word “Dy-n-Mite!” every time something good happened in your life back in the day, thanks to the adorable J.J. (Although nobody says it better!)

“God will get you for that!” — “Maude” (1972 - 1978)

Who remembers that “Maude“ was a spin-off from “All In The Family?” Yes, Maude (Bea Arthur) was Edith’s cousin —  who  somehow got the spunk gene in the family.  And who remembers that Maude was a “liberal, independent woman living in Tuckahoe, NY with her fourth husband, Walter (Bill Macy)?” And if you didn’t know all that... (say it).

“De Plane, De Plane” — “Fantasy Island” (1977 - 1984)

Picture it: a remote tropical island resort where all your dreams come true. Well, not exactly. There were glitches in those wishes. Mr. Roarke (Ricardo Montalban ), assisted by his adorable miniature side-kick Tattoo (Hervé Villechaize) had the best of intentions of making his guests live out their fantasies, but what kind of show would that be if everything were perfect? You could count on one thing. The beginning of each episode,  a plane arrived with their (we’re presuming rich) guests. Tattoo always alerted Mr. Roarke, by pointing up to the sky, announcing: “De Plane, de plane!” Welcome to Fantasy Island.

“What U Talkin’ ‘bout Willis?” — “Different Strokes” (1978 - 1986)

“Different Strokes” starred Gary Coleman and Todd Bridges (Arnold and Willis Jackson), Conrad Bain (Phillip Drummond) and Dana Plato (Kimberly Drummond) who were perhaps one of the first racially mixed families on television.  Arnold didn’t hold back when Willis came up with some bizarre and/or surprise monologue that got his goat. “What u talkin’ ‘bout, Willis?”  Too cute!

“Book ‘em, Danno.” — “Hawaii Five-0” (1968 - 1980)

This may be my all-time favorite detective show based in Hawaii (sorry “Magnum P.I.”). And it may well just be because of one of my all-time favorite detective catchphrases: “Book ‘em Danno.” Detective Steve McGarrett (Jack Lord) worked so well with Danny Williams (James MacArthur) in each episode to put the bad guys in hand cuffs. (And who didn’t love that theme song!? Check it out here and turn the volume up and enjoy!)

“Say the secret word and win a hundred dollars.” — “You Bet Your Life” (TV version, 1950 - 1961)

Groucho Marx was probably the first choice to host this quiz show that featured a show chocked full of competitive questions — and some hilarious conversation. As it turns out, the comedian was the perfect host. As in all quiz shows, there is money to be won. But, with the right “word,” a contestant could win an extra hundred big ones. All they had to do was say the secret word. Easy Not so fast. How many words are in the English language? But we loved to hear Groucho announce: “Say the secret word and win a hundred dollars.” Sometimes they did. And that was seriously exciting.

“Say goodnight, Gracie” — “The George Burns And Gracie Allen Show“ (1950 - 1958)                              

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[mamaduck82]

Writer’s Block - Chapter 3

Alex made her way back to her SUV much quicker than her original arrival pace. She peeled out of the lot, the sounds of her tires crunching the gravel as she made her way, according to the half-ass attempt at drawn directions, to Cabin 11.

After a brief drive consisting of only two wrong turns, she turned left into the small gravel parking spot and turned off the car. She looked at the scene in front of her. It was the same cabin

 in front of the lake that she had seen on the website, however, it looked quite a bit more run down without the full light of day brightening up its weathered front. The warm natural oak siding was dulled by the sweltering Georgia sun, the patches of grass that grew from beneath the rocky ground under her feet, nearly reached her ankles. The original fire pit that once was an intricately stacked circle of gray and brown rocks, was now merely a rusted old ring that housed a mound of ashes and other inflammable debris, surrounded by the scattered remains of the original structure. Four wooden Adirondack chairs, stained and faded the same as the cabin, surrounded the fire pit and there was a picnic table just a short walk to the right of the cabin. She looked at the lake in front of her and was glad to see, in the setting sun, that it did in fact provide an awe-inspiring backdrop for the perfect sunset selfie. The bright colors of day were fading fast into a soft periwinkle amidst the rolling green hills that rose and fell beyond the horizon, as she glanced down at her watch. 6:03PM. She pulled out her small packed bag and slung it over her shoulder while grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the not so funny man she had just checked in with and became bound as acquaintances by their mutual love of bomb building.

She pulled the cabin key from her pocket and stuck it into the lock. Flicking her wrist to the left, she noticed the key didn’t really turn much from its starting position. She unsuccessfully jiggled it back and forth, right to left, to see if it would loosen the inner mechanisms of the lock to no avail. She let out an over-exaggerated groan twisting the knob back and forth quickly as if that springs would automatically release and allow the door to open if she tried hard enough.

“Cabin 11’s a real bitch,” an unfamiliar, raspy voice called loudly from behind her and the assault on the doorknob ceased immediately. Her heart leapt into her throat as she pressed her back in fear against the unmoving door, still clutching the doorknob as if by holding it tightly enough, she could make the intruder to her solitude disappear.

A man who looked to be much older than Daryl, with neatly trimmed, dirty blonde hair stood next to an beat up, matte gray, older model pickup truck that was parked next to her car. She could see the tips of logs protruding from behind the gray metal and breathed a sigh of relief as she remembered this was Daryl’s family business. Her breath caught in her throat once again as her eyes studied the sexy features of the man as he began to approach her slowly, leaving the pile of chopped logs behind in the truck. Maybe this was Daryl’s father? The man in front of her had a hard, unshaven face, deep age lines around his eyes and mouth, and the chiseled yet scarred arms that poked through his slightly white wife beater told a tale of a tough life.

“I can show you how to get inside nice and quick if you want,” his voice drawled out, causing a bout shivers to run through her body with his seductive suggestion. His smile unwavering, his eye contact remaining unbroken; his message of intentional intimidation coming through loud and clear. He spit off to the side.

“Hey,” she whispered before clearing her throat, a shy smile spreading across her face as she forced more air into her lungs so to speak in a normal tone. “You must be Daryl’s father. I really appreciate-“

“The fuck you just say to me, girl?” the man spat again, this time angrily, his approach to her ceasing and his already hard body seemed to tighten up more. His blue orbs changed from angelic to murderous in an instant.

“Oh,” she gulped, her skin ablaze with the burgundy color of shame. “I’m sorry. You look just like the guy at the-“

“Daryl’s my brother,” he snapped, breaking his harsh eye contact to slowly take in the full sight of her body. “Do you really think a good lookin man like me could father a lil’ pussy like Darylina?”

She giggled nervously, quickly silencing herself as the man began his slow approach to her once again. She felt the burning sensation that flushed her cheeks spread down her chest and moved inward, causing a tightening in her belly and lady parts.

“I’m really so sorry,” she tried again, her humiliation more than noticeable from the sound of her cracking voice.

“Save it, sweetheart,” he said, his blue eyes trailing down her body again slowly as he was now within arm’s reach of her. He was definitely not as old as she originally pegged him to be from across the yard. The knot in her throat refused to let her swallow, much less allow her airways to take in a full breath, as he put his hand over hers that was still frozen to the seemingly welded locked doorknob. He leaned his body within inches of her, causing a chain of fireworks to explode within from her chest down to her dampening pussy. She could smell the manly, musty scent of hard work, leather, and tobacco exuding off of him, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Her heart pounded so fiercely that she was afraid it would beat right out of her chest and knock him over if he came any closer.

He covered her hand with his, tightening both of their grips around the doorknob, bringing his right hand up and placing it just above her right shoulder. He was only a few inches taller than her 5’7 frame but she felt in that moment as though she were being towered over by a giant. She was trapped between this man’s hard, sexy body and the stubborn door that she no longer cared if it ever opened.

“You want me to show you how to do it right, sweetheart?” his raspy voice coming out as almost a threatening whisper from his soft lips that were now less than a ruler’s length away from hers. Lust, desire, and a kindling spark of inspiration swept through her body in such an electrifying way that she couldn’t think about anything except the fact that she wanted this stranger to fuck her right up against the door. She fought her urge to move her eyes down his body, to see if he was getting as hard as she was wet. She nodded quickly and abruptly stopped, afraid she’d give herself whiplash because of the apparent loss of control over her neck muscles.

Within an instant, much too quickly for her liking, he lifted his right knee up beside hers against the door and with the full weight of his body, he pressed up his lower half against her, his hardness pressing firmly against her hip. The door flung open inwards, causing her to lose her balance and splatter backwards onto the hard wooden floor. That instant, nothing made sense. One minute she was being pressed up against her cabin door, wanting nothing more than for the blue eyed stranger to fuck her senseless, and the next, she was watching the room around her rise as she fell onto her ass still clutching her bottle of whiskey to her chest just as tightly as she had been doing to the doorknob. She sat up, almost panting and tried to gain control over her lungs enough to properly take a full breath of air. He took a step forward so that he was standing above her, a sly smile creeping across his face. “Do I need to show ya again how it’s done?”

His words didn’t register in her brain at first, nor did movement come back to her body while she looked up at him. She wanted nothing more than to forget the rest of the world and fuck the hell out the fine piece of ass that was standing with that smartass grin in front of her. But her body did not comply with her erotic thoughts. She sat there frozen as he held his hand out to her. She looked in confusion at the foreign appendage he extended towards her as if he were an alien from outer space trying to whisk her away onto his spaceship.

“I ain’t got all day, girlie,” the man’s voice registered impatience but his eyes burned something more deep and sultry causing her stomach to flip flop as his words began to make sense again. She felt the blood rushing back into her extremities as she took his hand in hers and feeling the warm, long, thick digits curl around her palm. He lifted her off the ground in one quick swoop, stopping her before she slammed back into his body. If she pressed up against him again, she was almost positive that her body would just burst into flames.

“T-thanks, Mr. Dixon,” she stammered out as he let go of her hand, the loss of his warmth staggering.

“Merle,” he smiled licking his lips, his eyes once again trailing over her body. “Might want to remember that for later.”

“Oh, I don’t think-“

“Don’t think, sugar,” he cooed at her, his Georgian twang noticeably thicker than his brother’s. “’Cause I already know what’s comin’. No woman in Cabin 11 ever gets through the night without callin’ out ol’ Merle’s name one way or another.”

Her knees went from slightly wobbly to full out jelly as she grabbed blindly behind her for the nearest firm surface to keep her upright. This man was causing the beginning flashes of an orgasm to flow through her simply by speaking. He backed away, checking her out before heading back to his truck, his perfect ass, hugged tightly by his tan bootleg jeans capturing of all her attention.

Alex stood there dumbfounded as she watched the man hop in the back of his truck and toss log after log into the yard between the front steps of the cabin and the large fire ring that sat mere feet from the edge of the lake. He had barely made it to the tenth log when what was happening finally began to register in her mind.

“Are you going to bring some of that inside for me?” she asked, careful to avoid further insult to injury. The muscles in his arms flexed tightly with each toss over the side of the truck bed. He looked at her, his blue eyes intensely sparkling in the low light of the evening.

“You askin’ an ol’ man like me to put my wood inside, sugartits?”

Her mouth dropped open in utter shock at his words as the burning, clenching, tortuous body spasms ignited over every inch of her body, causing her toes to curl slightly. She didn’t dare make a movement or say another word until she regained at least some control over her unreliable body. He winked at her and because of her body’s promise to betray her, she felt a small, silent moan escape her lips.

“Speechless and stubborn,” he continued as he threw out the last of the logs into the pile with a huff of completion. “Just how I like ‘em.”

She closed her mouth, a feeling of irritability replacing some of the desire she felt. It was one thing to turn her on and embarrass the shit out of her but him calling her stubborn insinuated that she was just another stupid broad to him and that just rubbed her the wrong way. Just as the frustrated look appeared in her facial features, it softened and then disappeared. A small smile curled upon her lips. The blank page of her mind began filling with a dialogue that just seemed to write itself so well, that it needed to be shared right that very minute.

“I can take care of this on my own,” she said, her voice teasing, her eyes hooding slightly, as she smoothed out her shirt and straightened her posture. “I don’t need Father Time to break a hip trying get it in the way I want it.”

She watched as his amused blue eyes opened wide, his brows furling upwards, the skin of his cheeks reddening slightly. His hand moved over his mouth in an attempt to wipe the growing grin off his face and responded with a short tsk. This time, she let her confident eyes wander down his body, taking in the delicious sight of the growing bulge in the crotch area of those well fitted pants.

“See ya around then, girlie,” he nodded to her, jumping from the back of his truck onto the grass below and wiping his dirty hands down the sides of his pants. She tried to keep the disappointed look from creeping onto her face as he winked again at her before climbing into the cab of the truck. With a swift rev from the engine as he shifted the old pickup into gear, he pulled away, a grin still on his lips as his face faded from her view. She stared in the direction of where the truck disappeared over the horizon for a few moments before bringing her attention back to the logs that were strewn all over the yard. The deep croaks of the bullfrogs started bringing her other senses back into focus. The periwinkle sky now tinged with a deep navy as the sun disappeared further down behind the hills that rolled in all directions around her.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with all this shit?” she asked aloud to the bullfrogs whose croaks and groans raised in volume in response to her voice. Then a deep smile spread over her face. She remembered the moment his body pressed into hers, his hardness briefly pressing into her hip. He was just as turned on as she was. This realization brought the fiery tremble deep within her back towards the surface as her cheeks flushed and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the desire from within that begged to be unleashed.

But first, she had do something about the mess this handsome fellow unloaded all over her yard.

[superyangarang]

God, Yang’s Scroll, and Tea

Summary: It was finals day at Beacon, but then Yang’s cellphone rang. a/n:  all my bumbleby stories have been angst so i figured i should write something where the bees aren't crying. this fic is based on the fic I wrote and posted on my main blog for the anr fandom three years ago. this is my absolute favorite fic and i wanted to just make a bees version of it, of course i changed up a few things. i hope ya'll enjoy. 

(also posted at AO3)

Last two words.

Later, Dad.

Yang was about to hit send then –

“Miss Xiao Long.”

Yang groaned and looked up. She saw substitute teacher, Professor Goodwitch, glaring at her through her glasses.

Yang stared at her nervously. “Uh, s-sorry, Professor Goodwitch. I was just tex – ”

“Give me your scroll.”

Damn, Yang thought. Professor Goodwitch looked at her expectantly; Yang didn’t have a bad reputation amongst the faculty of Beacon. She got along with the teachers. She got along with everyone. Okay, well maybe she wasn’t on Professor Goodwitch’s good side all the time but Yang was never considered a bad student. She wanted to be someone Ruby can look up to. However, the universe always allowed an exception. And their stern professor was the perfect example of an exception to Yang-Xiao Long-Gets-Along-With-Everyone-Reputation.

Yang silently cursed the universe and wondered why of all the days in the school calendar, Professor Port chose the day of their finals to call in sick.

With the test papers still in hand, Professor Goodwitch stared at Yang. She appeared disinterested but the prodding look she gave Yang was unwavering.

Damn it.

The rest of the class started murmuring; they wanted to be done with the exam as soon as possible but Yang not giving up her scroll only stalled their already inevitable fate.

A few chairs away, Sun nudged Blake. “Blaaake...”

Blake glanced at him and signaled her to keep quiet with one of her signature disinterested yet piercing stares.  

“But Yang’s being –”

“Shut it, Sun.”

Sun sighed and grinned. “Professor Goodwitch sure is on a roll. Don’t you think so, Blake?”

Blake rolled her eyes at Sun and stole a glance at Yang, who looked like she was having a staring contest with the teacher.

Christ. She’s gotten into trouble.

I guess I should save the day, Blake mused.

She was about to speak up but Professor Goodwitch beat her to it.

“Miss Xiao Long, are you going to give it to me or do I have to come over there and pry it off your fingers?”

The class’ murmuring became full-pledged. She could hear Nora and Pyrrha’s muffled voices several chairs away. Weiss caught Yang’s eye. Yang could tell she was sending her a telepathic message.

Yang Xiao Long, give the scroll or I will hit you with a binder.

Yang cringed. She did not want to get hit by Weiss’ huge ass binders so she forced herself to get up from her seat and surrender her scroll. She glanced at everyone as she walked up to the teacher’s lectern.

Look at them; they’re so freaking ready to take the test and ace it, Yang thought displeasingly.

Yang handed her scroll to the pissed yet smug looking teacher.

Blake rolled her eyes.

Professor Goodwitch smiled.

Yang felt a chill. Blake felt a chill. Everyone in the class started murmuring again. Professor Goodwitch pressed a few buttons, her nails grazing the keypad and placed the scroll on the ledge of the blackboard, chalk dust and all. Yang just stared at the confiscated item as she tried not to cringe. The teacher glared at her. The glare made Yang drag herself back to her seat.

“Let this be a lesson to you, brats, never to cheat.”

But I wasn’t cheating, damn it, Yang thought angrily. She studied, and she was good in classes. Yang never cheated. And never will. 

But she had no choice but to shut up.

                                                           ***

As soon as the scroll debacle was over, Professor Goodwitch distributed the papers immediately. Pens and pencils being raked across the papers were heard across the room as everyone in the class skimmed the test papers in haste. The geniuses in the class, like Pyrrha, Weiss, and Blake, started answering the test as if they were just answering stupid, useless, time-consuming quizzes on Facebook.

Silence enveloped the room for a record-breaking minute.

Suddenly, a sound of a muffled doorbell was heard from the front of the room, somewhere near the blackboard ledge. Yang began cursing the sheep, pigs, and pigeons alike. Blake gave her a sideway glance. She saw Yang’s brows furrowing.

Blake sighed.

She did warn her on their study night the day before to concentrate but Yang kept arguing that she was already done studying for the exam. Knowing her girlfriend, Blake assumed it was true. Yang’s smarter and a lot more dedicated than people make her out to be.

The muffled doorbell sound rang again. Blake looked back at Yang again. Yang was now looking at her confiscated scroll in front of them. Blake looked at her disbelievingly and looked away, leaving Yang twirling her pen absentmindedly. Blake wondered why Yang was so disoriented and nervous.

Was the message just then so important for her that she could concentrate? Was it from her dad? An emergency perhaps? The network service provider offering endless –

“Yaaaaaaaang – ”

FUCK, capitalized, bolded, underlined, size 72, Sun heard Blake say. Lie Ren, who was seated at the back of the room even heard the curse. Ren looked up from his test paper and glanced at Blake and then to Yang, who was next to him, and lastly at Professor Goodwitch. The substitute teacher seemed to be listening intently. The scroll’s playback continued to ring – obviously, this was no longer a text message but a scroll call. It must be really urgent. So urgent that the caller would sacrifice his or her life.

“Yang, don’t be rude. Come here right now. I want youuuu – ”

By this time, the class had already forgotten the possibility of flunking the most dreaded exam by the strictest substitute teacher on the most dreaded subject. The students looked back and forth at, the owner of the ringing scroll and the owner of the voice ringing on the scroll, Yang and Blake.

FUCK, GOODWITCH FUCK WHY DID YOU PUT IT ON LOUD MODE FUCK, Yang cursed in her head. She stared at her test paper to avoid the glances of her classmates and her girlfriend. Yang wondered if Professor Goodwitch was the devil’s spawn. Blake on the other hand, started making a list on the margins of her paper.

She was not usually this agitated and murderous but she started filling out her Assassination List and preferred method of assassination beside the names.

 Blake’s Assassination List:

1.              Yang Xiao Long by choking performed by someone who has mastered the skill of choking people to death, maybe me.

2.              Professor Goodwitch, by gradual slitting of neck using Jaune’s sword.

3.              Dumb Caller by immersion in 1000 degree Celsius temperature, freshly boiled water from the Dead Sea.

4.              Yang Xiao Long by induced coup d’état by all the governing bodies of Remnant.

5.              Yang Xiao Long by world war times infinity.

Wow, she could be creative, reading those books sure did pay off.

“ – Yang, I want to see you naked – ”

Ruby, who struggled to ignore Yang’s ringtone that featured Blake’s seductive slurring followed by Yang’s drunken laughter, finally looked at her sister, face tremendously horrified and scandalized. Blake remained motionless in her seat, head down on paper. Yang started to pray and decided that if she lived through this day, she’d become a monk.

“ – I want to touch you –”

Nora slowly dropped her pen on her desk and popped her head on her elbows; the dreamy look on her angelic face was evident. Oohh, fun, me likey, she thought.

“ – I want to feel you, Yaaaaang – ”

Blake gripped her pen tightly as she started scribbling ALCOHOL MUST BE BANNED. SCROLLS MUST BE BANNED. YANG XIAO LONG MUST DIE.

Yang was starting to imagine God himself. She imagined him sitting cross legged, drinking earl grey tea calmly as he watched Yang suffer from below.

“– Let me play with you – ”

“Oh my.” Pyrrha mused, placing a hand on her mouth in shock. 

Ren closed her eyes and leaned back on his seat. A hint of amusement was seen on his face for a full minute.

Jaune’s was as red as Pyrrha’s hair.

Weiss bit back a smirk of her own and looked at Blake who looked like she was ready to murder someone right off the bat.

“ – God, you’re so sexy, Yang Xiao Long, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck – ”

 The classroom was dead silent and the people from the class then and there unanimously decided that this moment mattered more than answering the bloody exam.

“Message saved to voicemail.”

No single soul in the class dared to speak. All ears were glued at the vibrating, loud, blinking gadget on the blackboard ledge. The message started its playback. 

“Yang?”

HOLY FUCK, IT’S TAI, both Yang and Blake yelled inside their heads.

“Yang, honey, I was worried for some reason so I decided to call you. You told me you’d be at an overnight trip with Blake tonight, right? Oh well, you’d better crash here first to change so your clothes would be washed and so you can pick up your overnight bag for you trip – if I may quote ‘your trip to Nirvana’. Seriously, Yang.”

Half of the class looked at Blake. Half of them looked at Yang. Professor Goodwitch looked pissed but slightly amused at the interesting turn of events.

“Oh, and please don’t exhaust yourself too much. I remember you being too sore to stand when you got home from the last trip you two had.”

Ruby reached over the space between the seats to cover Penny’s ears.

“Penny, you’re too innocent,”

“Oh, Ruby, it’s fi –”

“Penny, no.”

Sun could not take it anymore so he let out a loud parade of laughter. So did Neptune. The pen Blake was holding broke into two.

And Yang, the cause of all this, started writing her last will and testament out of haste.

 “I hope you and Blake will have a good time tonight, little dragon!”

 There was another beep, signaling the end of the message and then the gadget fell silent.

In that moment, Yang swore she felt her soul finally leave her body.

[goloveyaself]

Nigga Luvva

(Oh I know, the title of this one is so offensive, but please, before you judge it, just read the story. It’ll make perfect sense.)

When I was growing up we never went anywhere. Well, I suppose that’s an exaggeration,because, sometimes, on a Saturday night, we might go to A & W Root Beer, where a girl wearing a spunky little outfit with her nametag on the pocket of her brown and orange apron hooked a tray of food onto the open driver’s side window of your car; we might go there for hamburgers, and root beer. And we’d get our big glass gallon jug refilled with frosty cold root beer to take home until next time we visited. And because we did go to Cape Cod a few times, like maybe twice, when I was a kid. But we never went anywhere that was far away, or required planes, or trains, or passports. Just Cape Cod; a road trip; not exotic. Anyway, I did not step foot on a plane until I was 19 years old, and it was to go to Florida to visit my “friend” who was actually this horrible girl who bullied me throughout middle school. In an act of basic survival, I decided to become her friend to save myself from being terrorized (or maybe murdered) by her. So, like a good little pet, when she moved to florida with her loser boyfriend, and after she called me a million times, I just had to go and visit her, or be made seriously sorry forever.

Florida was like a new world for me; the heat rising in wavy ripples from the black pavement, the palms swaying in the light breeze; the smell of the ocean somewhere far away because my friend lived nowhere near the beach. Actually, where she lived was in a run down used-to-be-a-motel shithole that had been turned into shoddy (and shady) apartments in a predominately black neighborhood (no, not really predominately…everybody there was black) in Davie County. This is where you live if you have no job (and no intention of getting one) and you’re donating your blood plasma to get enough money for food and beer; which was my friend’s current lifestyle and situation. Of course, going into it I was unaware of the living conditions and the lack of, shall we say, “vacation paradise perks” that I was walking into. I mean, c’mon, it’s Florida….sun and fun and beaches and bikinis and tropical drinks with little paper umbrellas in them and coming home with a badass tan. That’s what Florida meant to me; at least that’s what I saw in the pictures in magazines and on television. I did not imagine that it would be a broken-down whitewashed cement hotel with an empty pool that had a few slimy inches of filthy water and a couple of long-deceased frogs that had fallen in months ago; their swollen smelly bodies floating just above the leaves and dirt and who knows what else was in that soup. Welcome to paradise. The beach was so far away we had to take 4 different buses to get there. No one, that is besides me and my friend and her boyfriend, that lived at the apartment building was white (except for the seriously shady “manager” who was drunk most of the time; I got to be the unwilling witness of him getting the living hell beat out of him one night while staying there; another sweet visual to add to the Florida memory-box-slide-show). All that being said, however, I was, after all, just 19, so I made the best of it.

The population at this residential hell-hole was, for the most part, addicted to drugs. Cocaine, heroin, and more cocaine, was the order of the day, every day. Looking back on it now I realize that the comings and goings there were mostly of the illegal kind. Drug Dealers, drug buyers, addicts, thieves and the like wandered in and out throughout the day and night. Now, at that time of my life I was not adverse to a little taste of drugs here and there, but I remember not being too crazy about the idea of being in a drug induced haze in this particularly alarming environment. So I mostly drank a few beers as we whiled the nights away playing cards, spades mostly, listening to the Ohio Players “Fire” and “Skin Tight”, and eating peas and rice for dinner every night (I didn’t mind that because I had no intention of sacrificing any of my blood plasma for something better, like Kentucky Fried Chicken or Burger King). We played cards with some of the other “colorful” occupants of the apartments, but the one who really fascinated me was Charles.

Charles was tall, lanky, and very black. He had a glistening, giant-sized kinky afro and wore bell-bottom pants and platform shoes and was a living, breathing “Superfly” right off of the screen of the currently popular movie by the same name. He was sexy, he was flirty, he was a handsome black man who smelled “fine” as we used to say back there in the 70’s.  And I was a 19 year old farm girl from Connecticut, in Florida, far away from home for the first time, and Charles……well Charles, he became the object of my desire. And when my “friend” confessed to me that she was sneaking around behind her boyfriend’s back with him, he became somehow all the more desireable. So I would flirt with him, and he would flirt back, and I had absolutely no fucking idea what I was doing. I was a little naive skinny blonde farm girl from rural Connecticut and what was I thinking? What could I possibly have been thinking?

So there I was one night, flirting with Charles over yet another gourmet peas and rice meal, cheap beer, and a few games of spades. And I excuse myself from the table…”I need to get some air; I’m going for a walk” (wink wink) and out I go into the night. And there I am, this silly young girl, walking out into the dark of the evening, in a town I’ve never been to, in a state far away from the safety of my home, hanging around with these people who I really didn’t know (drug addicts, and dealers, and dangerous) and I’m walking down the street beneath these huge trees that cast shadows on everything that moved, and I’m just hoping that Charles is going to follow me. And as I pass under yet another mammoth tree in the darkness, his tall shadow precedes him, and then Charles himself, steps out to stand in front of me.  

You’d think that I might be scared, or startled, but no, no, this is exactly as I hoped it would play out, Charles and me, colliding in the dark of the steamy Florida night. Yes, this is exactly what I wanted. Charles wraps his long arms around my small frame and starts to kiss me; he kisses me hard, and my heart is beating wildly in my chest; he guides me (pushes me?) to the ground and puts the weight of his body on top of mine. I can’t move for a minute, and get a little scared, but then he eases off and starts to undo my pants, pulling them off of me and pushing them aside. And oh my fucking god I think this is soooo sexy; I am with this gorgeous black man on this sticky hot night in a land far far away from my little town and I am living large out here in this moment with this exotic man. On the ground. In the dirt. Sticks poking into my back. Exotic. Far away from home. And Charles and I are all wrapped up here on the ground, and he’s moving on top of me and I’m thinking this is heaven. And then he stops, he looks down at me, the totality of my 19 year old stupid, stupid young girl out in the dark with a man she doesn’t know. He looks down at me, into my eyes, and I get scared. And then it occurs to me that I am stupid, and this is what you read about in the paper, the girl that goes on vacation and disappears, and is never to be found. Her grieving parents appearing on the local news, their daughter’s high school graduation picture nicely framed behind them; she looks sweet, wholesome even. They plead for any information about their beloved daughter. She was really a good girl, after all. They all miss her at home; please; if you know anything…..The girl that ends up in pieces in a black Hefty bag on the side of the road somewhere that volunteers are horrified to find on the yearly May-day cleanup. Or at a lonely truck stop along a deserted highway. It hits me hard that I am about to become that girl, and now I am really, really scared. I can’t believe I could be so so very stupid. So fucking stupid. I start to sweat; I begin to tremble, but I try to hold steady; I don’t want him to feel my fear. I read somewhere that they like it better if they know you’re afraid. And Charles just looks down at me; he looks long and hard into my face, into my eyes that are beginning to well with tears. And suddenly, through the blur of my tears, I notice the slightest hint of a curl at the corners of his mouth. He stares long into my face and then says…

“Shit girl, you’re a nigga luvva”; he smiles and then he kisses me. And as I exhale slowly, and my heart relaxes back under my bird-bone ribs, it occurs to me that, yes, yes Charles, I guess I am.