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heliads · 2 years

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Hello lovely! I was wondering if you could write an Andrew Garfield Spider-Man x fem reader where she accidentally reveals that she has pyrokinesis because she saved him after he got surprised with an overwhelming attack? Thank you!

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Peter Parker feels like he can hear his own death approaching. There’s some sound playing in the back of his mind, some general feeling of unease that just won’t leave him. Peter has no idea how to explain it, or even why a collection of nothings are filling him with so much paranoia, but he can’t shake the feeling, no matter how hard he tries.

His days feel longer, his nights shorter and less restful. True, that might be because Peter’s been throwing himself into his nightly Spider-Man patrols with a renewed vengeance, as if going out even more will stop whatever thing he keeps sensing, but still. The problem doesn’t go away.

Now, he feels battered and beaten, sick of trying to protect everything from something he doesn’t even know exists. He knew being Spider-Man would be hard, but it’s his responsibility. It’s a shame that he seems to have about a thousand other responsibilities as well.

At the moment, Peter is doing his best to not fall asleep in calculus, although that seems to be a greater task than taking down even the most notorious thugs and criminals in New York. He really does need to pay attention, but it’s just so hard, not unlike the desk that is refusing to act as a good pillow for him.

A whisper cuts through Peter’s sleep-deprived haze.

“Hey, Peter? Are you okay?”

He glances over to see Y/N L/N, his best friend in the entire cosmos. She’s staring at him with that same cute wrinkle in her brow that she only gets in times of extreme confusion, or when he’s acting strangely. Peter has a feeling that it’s the latter right now.

So, he flashes a weary thumbs up, doing his best to pull himself together long enough to get through the day. “Just peachy. How are you?”

Y/N arches an eyebrow. “You look like death itself.”

Peter grimaces. “If you wanted to hurt me, you could have just said that my math notes were wrong or something. No need to target my face.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m not targeting you, just pointing out the obvious. When was the last time you got more than four hours of sleep?”

Peter holds up a hand. “Legally, I don’t have to answer that. It’s not my fault, though. I keep feeling like something is wrong, and I can’t seem to rest until I figure out what that something is.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in excitement. “Is it because of your, you know-”

She breaks off to wiggle her fingers in a vaguely insectoid movement, alluding to beetles and spidery legs alike, before continuing.

“-your spider-thing?”

Peter groans. He ended up telling Y/N about his alter ego as Spider-Man a while back, he couldn’t help it. Y/N’s his best friend, there was no way he could keep something like that from her. It’s been nice, too, to have someone who’ll come up with alibis on the fly for why Peter is suddenly missing from class or study groups, someone who can patch him up when he shows up at her window unannounced and covered in blood.

On times like this, though, he almost regrets it (in a joking way, of course). He’s glad Y/N wasn’t dead serious about the whole thing, that she won’t start asking him ethical questions about which people he decides to save and how he’s willing to wear the mask and try to go around the police, but it would be nice if she could be a little serious about it, too.

“The spider-thing?”

Y/N grins, sensing that she’s irritated him. “You know what I mean. Are you having dreams of large quantities of spiders, or red and blue suits?”

Peter gives her an unamused look. “You know I can’t control spiders, we’ve been over this way too many times. And my suit is nice, so don’t even come for it.”

Y/N holds up her hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But seriously, is everything okay? Can you tell your spider-induced paranoia to cool it for a little while, at least until you get out of math?”

Peter sighs. “I would if I could figure out how. Wake me if they call my name, alright?”

Y/N nods, settling into her seat so Peter is completely blocked from the teacher’s view. “Get some rest, Peter. I’ll whisper you answers if necessary.”

Peter smiles gratefully, collapsing into his arms. The last thought he has before he passes out is that he’s firmly decided that he is very, very happy that Y/N knows he’s Spider-Man. His sleep schedule is owed solely to her at this point.

The feeling does not go away, not when he wakes up and not even when Y/N makes him take a few days off of patrolling so he can actually get a respectable amount of sleep for once. He relaxes, he gives himself a break. The feeling just gets worse.

It seems to plague his every waking moment until all Peter can think about is an overwhelming, all-consuming feeling of dread. Something is coming, he knows it without really knowing how. Something is coming for all of them, and there is absolutely nothing Peter can do to stop it because he has no idea what that thing is.

It becomes such a part of his life that Peter is almost more worried when the feeling suddenly goes away. He’s in the middle of third period English, and he has no idea what to do with himself. One moment, he’s sitting there feeling as if the apocalypse is about to happen, and then there’s nothing. Complete, utter nothing.

It scares him more than anything. Why is the feeling gone? Is whatever crisis he was sensing no longer going to happen? Or, does it mean the opposite, and something terrible is going to happen right this moment?

Y/N’s sitting on his right, and he reaches over to nudge her on her shoulder.

She glances over at him, but her confusion only grows when she sees how tense he looks. “What’s wrong?”

Peter shrugs helplessly. “The feeling is gone. I don’t know what it means.”

Y/N does her best to look hopeful. “Maybe it means that everything’s alright?”

Peter can tell that neither of them believe this. Peter’s still not entirely sure how to deal with his superhuman abilities, but he does know this: nothing is ever as easy as you hope it will be. There’s no way this is anything but bad.

Y/N leans forward all of a sudden, face twisted with worry. “Do you hear that?”

Peter frowns. “Hear what?”

Y/N turns around slowly, as if searching for something that neither of them can see. “That sound. It was like a rumbling or something.”

Peter is about to shake his head, but then he swears he hears something almost like thunder. This doesn’t make sense, though, because the skies outside are the purest shade of blue that he’s ever seen.

“Wait, I just did. What was that?”

Y/N looks nervous. “I have no idea, but it can’t be good.”

Seconds later, the school starts shaking as if they’re in an earthquake. The desks are rattling, posters are falling down from the walls, and students are screaming.

Peter reaches for Y/N, panicked. “What’s going on?”

Y/N grabs his hand, the one source of stability Peter can find in the midst of all this mess. “I was hoping you would know.”

A few kids come running in from the hall, pointing at the stairs down the hall. “There’s something downstairs! People said they thought a bomb was going off.”

The teacher starts yelling for order, telling people to get out of the school. Peter races into the hall, Y/N close on his heels. The aforementioned stairwell is just a few feet away, and he can see the vague silhouette of something moving on the bottom floor. It’s not a person, though, it’s a little too big and too dark.

All of a sudden, it whips its head up to stare directly at Peter, then spreads its hands. Instantly, another explosion goes off, so strong Peter has to fight to keep his balance.

Y/N’s eyes are wide. “What is that thing?”

Peter looks around frantically. Everyone is screaming and running for cover, and even though there are far too many people to remain anonymous, he doubts they’ll really notice what he’s doing.

“I have no idea, but I think it’s causing all of this. Tell you what, get out now. I’m going to take care of this.”

He moves to run towards an empty part of the school so he can change into his Spider-Man suit without anyone noticing, but Y/N grabs his arm, forcing him to face her again. “Peter, no. This is too risky. It’ll kill you.”

Peter tries his best for a cocky smile. “Oh come on, Y/N. I almost think you don’t believe in me.”

Her jaw is set. “This isn’t about me not believing in you, Peter, this is about the fact that a living, walking bomb is about to tear the school down for fun. I need you to stay alive.”

Peter squeezes her hand. “And I need you to stay alive, too. The best way I do that is to stop this thing before it causes too much damage.”

Y/N doesn’t look happy to hear this, but Peter’s mind is made up. “I’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll call you as soon as it’s done.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead before he can stop himself, then takes off down the hall. The last thing he sees before disappearing into the gloom is Y/N staring after him, one still figure in the midst of all this mess. He can only hope that she’ll be alright.

Right now, though, Peter needs to worry about himself. This monster looks like no small task, and it’s going to be difficult to stay alive while trying not to destroy the school, or at least not more than it’s already been destroyed.

He leaves his backpack and clothes in a neat pile in his now empty classroom, although Peter’s not sure that it matters. He pulls his mask over his head in one smooth motion, then jumps down the stairwell, landing cleanly and running down the corridor to try and find the monster before it looks for a new kind of prey.

The closer he gets, the more Peter realizes just how hard this is going to be. The monster is vaguely humanoid, as if it had once been a man but has now been so twisted from its original form that it is utterly unrecognizable. It snarls when it sees Peter, snapping at him with jaws far too long for any human.

Peter takes the first couple of minutes to figure it out, occasionally having to throw himself across the hall to avoid an explosion or other. Eventually, he realizes that it’s causing the explosions through his hands, and all he has to do to stop it is keep its hands still.

So, he starts aiming his webs at the thing’s arms. It’s going to take several layers of spiderweb, as the monster’s strong enough to rip through the initial rounds, but his plan should work. All he has to do now is stay alive long enough to see it through. No pressure.

Eventually, Peter manages to get one of its hands secured. He’s just firing off the last web when the web shooters on his wrist click, jolt, and stay motionless. Peter panics, slapping at them to no avail. He’s not sure if they got stuck or simply ran out of web, but they’re useless now, leaving him alone with a walking explosion that just noticed Peter’s hit a major setback.

It raises a hand, pointing its fingers directly at Peter. All of a sudden, Peter is hit by an unearthly realization. It’s as if he can see his death right before it happens. This thing is going to aim at Peter and hit him directly. The explosion will be painful, and if it doesn’t kill him outright, the monster will manage it with the next blow. There is nothing he can do to avoid it.

He can do nothing except stand there, watching his death grow nearer and nearer. Just before the thing causes the explosion, though, something happens. There’s a flurry of movement out of the corner of Peter’s eye, and then there’s a person standing between Peter and the monster. A moment later, Peter realizes that it’s Y/N, her face set in grim determination, and his heart leaps into his throat. He cannot let her die for him, even though he was just willing to do the opposite.

Right before Peter can shout for her to get away, Y/N raises her arms and fire cascades from her, billowing in waves around the beast. It is forced back, screaming some unearthly roar that echoes down the halls. For a moment, Peter almost thinks that he’s died and been sent down below, because this could be hell, for all he knows. That would make Y/N an angel, though. Maybe Fate took pity on him and is calling him back up.

Y/N lowers her hands and the flames retreat back into her skin. She runs to him, manages to cup his face in her hands. Peter notices that her fingers are still warm from the flames. “Are you alright?”

Peter nods slowly, looking down the hall to the crumbled pile of ash where the monster had once stood. “You- you can-”

Y/N nods. “Yeah. I really wanted to tell you, but I was so scared, and-”

Peter cuts her off this time, placing his hands on top of hers. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. If anyone would understand wanting to keep something like this a secret, it’s me. I’m just glad you’re alive.”

Y/N smiles, relieved. “I’m glad you’re alive, too. I couldn’t let you be the only self-sacrificing one, could I?”

Peter shrugs. “I think you could. Just a little.”

Y/N’s smile leaves her. “I couldn’t. I was about to run when I knew that I would never forgive myself if I let you die when I could have done something about it. You mean too much to me for that.”

There’s something unwritten in her eyes, something that makes Peter realize they’ve both been dancing around a secret for a while now. He doesn’t want to hold back any longer, though. They’ve both nearly died. Why keep lying to each other?

So, when Peter leans forward and kisses her, he knows he’s made the right choice. He can feel Y/N’s smile against his lips, taste the faint aura of char on her tongue. It is dangerous to let himself get so close to anyone. All the same, he knows he can count on her. He always has.

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Who is the most needy while in heat?

I decided to write for a few characters for different categories: Clingiest, Horniest, Territorial and Requires Support. Enjoy~

Who is the clingiest:

1. Itachi – Itachi has only ever had soft heats in his life(heats that are not sexually, but instead emotionally charged). He didn’t have his first heat until he was already part of the Akatsuki and didn’t feel safe enough for a proper heat. His health also isn’t the best, so his body knows to have soft heats rather than normal heats. Because he only has these types of heats, they are very strong. He feels a constant urge to be by your side, ideally with you touching him at all times. He can’t take suppressants because they mess with his illness, so he can’t minimise the effects. He spends the two days holed up in his room, the door locked and sealed shut. He won’t let you leave his nest much, growling and whining if you try. His instincts are screaming at him that he has to protect you and that you have to protect him. He can get a little addled and confused because the impulses are too strong. He’s extremely clingy in heat and he hates it. He always feels embarrassed afterwards.

2. Izuku – Izuku is prone to crying and feeling very rejected if you neglect him during his preheat or heat. He feels the sting of rejection very strongly and feeling abandoned during a heat is… not good for omegas to put it lightly. It can make them sick if it’s serious enough. So, Izuku will definitely try and keep you in his nest as much as possible, asking wordlessly to be carried with you if you need to leave for a moment. Going to work or leaving the house during his heats (even when he’s on suppressants) is a no-no for him. He will do anything to get you to stay with him, including but not limited to hiding your keys, seducing you, and begging.

3. Mammon – From the second he’s in preheat, he literally will not leave you alone. He’s very attention starved, but his slight tsundere tendencies keep him from acting on his need for affection. His heat and preheat remove the tsundere tendencies and make him even more desperate for attention. He’s hanging off of his Alpha constantly, following them around and sleeping in their room. He enjoys laying on top of them while they stroke his hair or rub his back. Will growl away anyone who tries to take you from him. If the growling doesn’t work, he’ll whine at you to stay with him because he knows you can’t refuse him when he’s like that.

4. Kaoru – He doesn’t like how clingy he is, but it’s very uncomfortable for an omega to ignore their heat urges, so he doesn’t bother trying to resist it. He’s very prone to loneliness when he’s in heat or preheat, so he likes it if you’re with him as much as possible. He will spend most the time sitting on your lap, innocently and not so innocently.

5. L – He isn’t particularly fussed about constant physical affection, but he wants you to be in the same room as him at all times. He constantly turns away from his work to make sure you’re still sitting in the room with him, and in the evenings, he likes if he can sit on your lap while he works. His heats are reduced from suppressants, and his libido is very low generally, but he still likes to make sure his alpha is safe and with him during his heat and be surrounded by his alpha’s scent.

Who is the most territorial during heat:

1. Sasuke – Will straight up growl at anyone who gets too close to you both, and it won’t end well if someone shows up at his house when he’s in heat. Sasuke immediately views whoever it is as a threat and would likely try and attack them, especially if they were a stranger or someone he didn’t like. He is a lot less stressed during this time if you both just hole up at home for his preheat and heat. One of the reasons he makes his nest in a walk in wardrobe is because it’s an easily defendable place.

2. Shikamaru – He has to have an arm around you or vice versa at all times. He makes sure you always smell like him during his preheats, just as a warning to other omegas. In heat, he gets very intense and caught up in the feelings, so interruptions from outsiders will be jarring and he’s likely to react aggressively.

3. Shinsou – Is very paranoid when in heat and preheat. He gets nervous about people coming to try and hurt him and his mate while he’s weak, so he doesn’t like anyone he doesn’t know around you or him. Shinsou is fiercely protective of his family and his alpha. When he’s actually in heat, he would probably try to attack anyone who got too close.

4. Belphie – Likes to just lay down and sleep with you when he’s in preheat, and whenever any of his brothers (or anyone else) try and get you to move, he growls them away, wrapping his arms around your chest to stop you from going anywhere. Would definitely bite someone if they were brave enough to try and remove him from you by force. When he’s in heat, he uses compulsion charms to keep people away from the attic where he likes to spend his heat with you.

5. Diavolo – He can’t keep his hands or lips off of his alpha during preheat, but not just in a horny way, mainly in a ‘they’re mine’ kind of way. He likes to show off his relationship to others as a warning to stay away. He is delightfully smug if you return the treatment.

6. Kusuo – He pretends he isn’t being territorial when he’s in preheat, but whenever you end up in conversation with someone, Kusuo is just suddenly standing next to you, I wonder how that happened? He also makes a way greater effort to ditch anyone who might interrupt his alone time with you. He turns his friends away if they show up at his door when he’s in preheat. When in heat, he gets off on the ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ aspect.

7. Light – This boy in greedy for your attention when he’s in preheat, and very bitter if he doesn’t get enough of it. He directs most of his anger at anyone who he perceives as taking you away from him. He will lie and manipulate others away from you both during this time with zero hesitation or regret. Would be possessive if you gave too much attention to a book while he’s in heat.

Who needs the most support:

1. Alois – I headcanon that Alois has some specific heat related trauma, that I’m not going to get into right now, that impacts him greatly. His alpha is his protection. He only feels safe during his heat if you’re there with him. If you leave him alone, even just for a minute, he will panic, fear mixing with his already heat addled brain. For that reason, he needs a great deal of support, he needs a gentle touch and a constant presence.

2. Shouto – His father paid to have him on illegal grade suppressant without him knowing just after Shouto’s quirk came in. Endeavour got the quirk he wanted, but not the dynamic he wanted, so he tried to change that. He experiences similar heats to Neji when he first comes off of suppressants. He’s so sensitive everywhere that it hurts. He wants to be touched so badly, but it hurts him. His alpha needs to work with him slowly to help him overcome the sensitivity.

3. Neji – I mentioned before that due to the suppressant abuse that was inflicted on Neji as a child, his heats can be very painful, especially at first, much like Shouto. For a more in-depth analysis, I have headcanons on Neji’s suppressant abuse listed on my pinned masterlist.

4. Keigo (Hawks) – He suffers from really bad paranoia during his heats. At first, it’s unclear what’s triggering the paranoia, but eventually it becomes clear that his treatment in the hands of the Commission have left him some nasty mental scars. When Keigo is in heat, he needs to have the door locked and bolted, the windows lock and covered with thick curtains and blinds, he needs to be rid of all technology or anything a person could use to contact him, and he needs all supplies to be in his nest with him so that neither you nor him have to leave that one room. It’s why the room he nests in must have an ensuite. He tends to have soft heats (emotionally charge rather than sexually charged) because his paranoia makes his body think he’s in too much danger to have a proper heat. It’s lucky that his heats normally only last for a day.

(N-sfw under cut~)

Who is the horniest:

1. Sebastian – He barely manages to keep it together during the day when he has to serve Ciel, but at night? You better be fucking him so well that he can’t stay coherent. He needs a full eight hours of sex before the heat withdraws enough for him to focus. A demon’s heat is very intensive after all.

2. Kakashi – Every little thing sets him off when he’s in heat. Maybe you knotted him and the heat is subsiding a little, but then you bit your lip or stretch in a certain way, and immediately he’s consumed by his heat again. He struggles to keep it in his trousers long enough to hydrate and sleep. Sometimes he needs to cockwarm his alpha just to be able to calm his instincts enough to sleep.

3. Tamaki A – He gets so horny at the peaks of his heat that any and all nervousness completely vanishes. He will beg his alpha shamelessly to get what he needs. He cannot control his voice at all, so you better hope your neighbours are forgiving, because Amajiki shouts some filthy things when he feels really good.

4. Asmo – No one is surprised that he is completely and overwhelmingly horny for his entire heat. Most omegas have down moments for resting and hydrating while their heat isn’t so bad. Not Asmo. His heat lasts for three days (a maximum amount) and is intense for all of it. You have to make him to eat and drink something while he begs and writhes on your lap for you to fuck him.

5. Kiba – Has a very high sex drive in general, even when he’s not in heat, so it’s no surprise that he’s basically insatiable when he’s in heat. He jumps his alpha five times a day when he’s in preheat, and every hour when he’s in heat. If you can’t provide for him as often as he needs, he will absolutely buy a knotted dildo and use it while he’s on top of you. Most of the time that convinces his alpha to help him get off.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Secret’s Out

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Bruce was looking at his emails when Y/N arrived at the table.

She was breathing heavily and her hair was a bit messy, just further proving she had rushed to get there.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she huffed embarrassingly. “My shoot ran over and every one was moving so slowly.”

Bruce smiled. “Y/N. Relax.”

Then he stood up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

The two of them hadn’t seen each other in over a month. Y/N had been traveling for work constantly. And between the vigilante life and Wayne Enterprises, Bruce was running on 2 hours of sleep on the daily.

“I need a drink,” Y/N finally sighed after she got situated.

As if on cue, their waitress dropped Y/N’s favorite drink in front of her.

Y/N eyed Bruce with surprise.

He just shrugged.

Sometimes Y/N forgot how much her father noticed literally everything.

“Thank you,” she told the waitress.

“You’re overworking yourself,” Bruce said with a disapproving look.

She rolled her eyes. “Really? You’re not one to talk, Bruce.”

“You deserve a vacation. I’ll pay for it. Pick wherever you want. Bring Jason. Or some friends.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Bruce…”

It was a warning.

From the very start of their unconventional father-daughter relationship, Y/N had made it clear that she could not be bought. And Bruce spoiling her made her extremely uncomfortable. Even now, she still tried to at least split restaurant checks with him. Bruce always won those battles though.

“I’ll take a vacation when you do,” she finally countered.

That sure shut him up.

“Hey, I actually brought you something,” Y/N changed the subject as she reached for her bag.

A moment later, she lightly placed a manila folder onto the table.

Bruce’s brow furrowed as he reached for it.

As soon as he opened it, he froze.

“I had to clean out some stuff and put things into storage,” Y/N explained. “I found all my mom’s photos. I figured I could make copies of some childhood photos for you.”

Bruce’s silence made Y/N nervous.

“If you don’t want them, that’s totally fine.” She started to reach for the folder out of Bruce’s grip with awkward embarrassment. “It was stupid–”

But Bruce quickly pulled the folder closer to him and stopped her from taking the photos from him.

“Thank you,” he announced.

It made Y/N quickly sit back in her chair, caught off guard by his sincere reaction and how he’d immediately become protective of the photos.

Bruce awkwardly cleared his throat. “Thank you, Y/N.”

He repeated to make sure she understood how thankful he truly was. And Y/N suspected the throat clearing was to hide his emotions.

Now she watched as Bruce slowly went through every picture. He took in every detail with a soft smile.

These weren’t just photos. These were all of Y/N’s memories that Bruce missed, that he could never get back. And he was savoring all of them.

Then Bruce paused and was fully smiling now.

“What?” Y/N asked.

She didn’t know why all of this made her so nervous.

Bruce didn’t say anything as he lifted a photo and flipped it to show her.

It wasn’t from her childhood.

It was a black and white photo of Jason. A candid from when he had escorted her around the slums of Gotham for her most recent gallery show.

After months of thinking about it, Y/N finally had decided she wanted to frame it and hang it somewhere in her apartment.

Y/N’s jaw dropped with embarrassment and she ripped it from his hands.

“I was developing some photos at the same time as I was making the copies. Must’ve gotten mixed up in those,” Y/N explained too quickly, unable to meet Bruce’s gaze.

It made Bruce happy to know that Y/N didn’t have the same inability to love someone and let people in like he did. It was a relief that she didn’t isolate herself from it like he had. If her mother was still alive, Bruce would thank her for it. But if Y/N’s mother were alive, he would’ve never known about Y/N in the first place.

Their entire dinner was spent with Bruce looking at the old photos. He had at least two questions for each one. Some of them Y/N didn’t remember being taken. But most of them came with stories or a loving memory.

Y/N talked for most of the meal. But that’s exactly what Bruce wanted.

Furthermore, Bruce had nothing of value to update her on. Batman business had consumed his life as of lately, and he had made a promise to never involve Y/N in any of it. And Jason seemed to be on the same page when it came to his other life as Red Hood.

Both men seemed determined to keep her safe and away from it all.

Two hours later, Bruce was paying the check and helping Y/N into her coat.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he muttered as they started walking out.

Y/N had learned by now to give up on those small battles. Jason was the same way when it came to making sure she got home safely.

As they made their way to the exit, Y/N caught a few stares from other patrons who were still eating.

“Do you ever get used to it?” She asked her father in a low voice.

“Get used to what?” He asked, genuinely unaware of what she was getting at.

“People gawking at you.”

Bruce glanced around and unintentionally glared at anyone who was staring at Y/N.

“It’s good that I’m seen in public…for obvious reason,” he hinted in a quiet voice, obviously talking about needing the cover to continue his life as a masked vigilante.

Once they were outside, Alfred was already waiting at the curb with the Rolls-Royce. He greeted Y/N with a hug and a kiss to her cheek before opening the door for her and Bruce.

When they got to Y/N’s apartment building, she said her goodbyes to Alfred. And Bruce walked Y/N all the way up to her door.

Even though Y/N insisted it was overkill and she could get up the stairs on her own just fine, Bruce had seen too many terrible things in this forsaken city. He could think of thousands of things that could happen to Y/N between the car and her front door.

Once Y/N realized that Bruce’s paranoia came from experience, she stopped trying to stop his chivalry and overprotective ways. She finally understood that Bruce had seen things that would prevent her from ever sleeping again. So if walking Y/N to her door gave him a little peace of mind, she wasn’t going to take that away from him.

Y/N turned to Bruce when they reached her door. “Thanks again for dinner.”

“Of course. I’m glad we could spend some time together. Thank you again for the photos.”

Y/N didn’t realize that Bruce was about to hang every single one around Wayne Manor.

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug. “Get home safe.”

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Y/N woke up wrapped strong arms, her body overheating slightly.

When she had come home from dinner last night, Jason had already left for patrol.

He hadn’t woken her up when he got back home, just proving how exhausted Y/N had been these past few weeks.

But it was the continuous buzzing vibrations of her phone that woke her up. When she brightened the screen, she saw that she had dozens of text messages and three missed called from Bruce.

“What the fuck,” Y/N whispered as she started opening them.

But they were all about the same thing.

Everyone had sent her similar articles from various gossip websites or news outlets.

BRUCE WAYNE’S NEW GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPHER Y/F/N Y/L/N

BRUCE WAYNE’S FLAVOR OF THE WEEK

IS Y/F/N Y/L/N USING THE PRINCE OF GOTHAM TO FURTHER HER CAREER?

All of the headlines were joined with photos of Bruce and Y/N having dinner last night. Apparently other customers at the restaurant had snuck photos of Bruce greeting her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Y/N could see how it would be misinterpreted as romantic and not familial or platonic. But it still made her sick to see the photos twisted in such a way.

Then there were paparazzi photos of them getting in a car together. Of course there were none of Bruce dropping her off and them going their separate ways. That would be just too convenient for the two of them.

Y/N’s stomach dropped with panic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she gasped without realizing it.

Jason immediately woke up. “What is it?”

Y/N ignored him and called Bruce.

“I’m handling it,” was how Bruce answered her call.

“Handling it? How exactly?” She challenged. “We can deny the rumors all we want. But everyone is going to keep tabs on us now, and they’re going to see us together again.”

Jason grabbed his own phone.

One of his brothers must’ve sent him a similar article because he rubbed his face in annoyance, finally understanding the situation.

Nothing like your girlfriend being rumored to have a relationship with her father, who was also your mentor and adoptive father.

“Y/N, it will blow over. It always does,” Bruce tried to calm her down.

“So what happens when I get photographed with Jason? Huh? They’re going to just say I’m cheating on both of you with each other or some fucked up shit like that.”

Bruce was silent, because they both knew she was right.

Y/N glanced at Jason, who was already waiting for her gaze.

She took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Maybe we should…Maybe we should just tell the truth.”

“You’ve never wanted that, Y/N.” Bruce tried to argue.

And he was right.

Y/N was terrified of being associated with the Wayne family. People would start believing she secretly built her career off of nepotism that no one was aware of. She also didn’t want that type of attention from the media and the upperclass of Gotham.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” Y/N finally answered.

Jason reached for thigh and gripped it, trying to offer her some sort of comfort.

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked slowly.

“No. Not at all. But I’d rather not have the public think I’m dating my biological father.”

“OK,” Bruce sighed. “I’ll talk to my publicist today.”

“OK.” She bit her lip before adding. “Just…tell them the whole story.”

“Y/N, if you’re worried how it will make me look, don’t.”

“But I am worried about it, Bruce. They’re going to drag you for being an absent father. And none of that is true. They’re not gonna understand.”

“I’ll call you later with an update,” he told her softly before hanging up.

Y/N tossed her phone to the foot of the bed in frustration.

Jason watched as she buried her face in her hands.

“You OK?” He asked as he rubbed her back.

“No,” she answered honestly.

“Come here.” Jason pulled her into his chest.

There was no fight from her as he cuddled her tightly.

“This is a fucking nightmare,” she groaned into his shoulder.

“I know. But maybe it’s for the best,” he tried to reason with her.

“And what happens when they catch wind that I’m dating my father’s adoptive son? Huh?”

“We’re not actually related, Y/N.”

She pulled her face back so she could glare at him. “Yeah! We know that! But you do understand that people are going to see it that way, right? Like we’re gonna look like some fucked up incestual couple to them.”

“I don’t really care,” Jason finally told her.

“You don’t care?” She scoffed.

“No,” his answer and confidence didn’t waver. “I don’t give a fuck what people say about us, Y/N. If exposing the truth means we don’t have to think twice about going to events or even just going out to dinner, then I’m all for it. I’m sick of hiding our relationship.”

Y/N blinked. She never considered that their subtle relationship bothered him in any way. She was always a strangely private person, so it felt normal to her. But clearly Jason had been wanting to be a bit more public with their relationship.

“What if this changes everything?” Y/N whispered, not meeting his eyes.

Jason smirked at that and gripped her chin, lifting it up so she would look at him. “Some paparazzi and trash tabloids aren’t going to change how I feel about you, Y/N.”

Y/N laughed lightly at that.

“Maybe we should leave Gotham for a bit,” she offered. “Bruce won’t shut up about paying for a vacation for us.”

Jason nodded. “I think that sounds like a good idea. You’ve needed a break for awhile now.”

“Well…where do you wanna go?” Y/N asked.

“Doesn’t matter to me. As long as you’re there.”

She rolled her eyes and hit Jason in the face with a pillow. “God, you really are a sap.”

Y/N appreciated Jason always being able to make her feel better and feel supported.

But even he couldn’t stop her from wondering...

What would life be like as a Wayne?

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Father of Mine – Bonus Content

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hii! Big fan of your work. Could I request happy death day hc for the members of DL that haven’t been done yet?

I still try to wrap my head around the fact to why this concept is so much loved. But who am I to judge? I adore writing after all a lot. I only did the remaining brothers in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, controlling Yandere, strict Yandere, delusions, sadism, mentions of abuse, manipulation, isolation, paranoia, Yandere losing it, death

Happy Death Day

Reiji Sakamaki

☕️Hates to admit that he is at fault for something in general since he views himself to be pretty much perfect and if it is someone he has to belittle, it is you. Yet he really can not exactly safe himself from feeling heavy guilt the moment he sees a true nightmare in front of him, his darling covered in blood and empty eyes laying somewhere around. Where exactly did it go wrong? What did you do wrong? What could he have done better to prevent this from happening?

☕Not the type to have a complete outburst on the outside, though if we're talking about his feelings that's another thing. Because he explodes somewhat on the inside, completely immobilized and unable to really think anything for a moment. The only things he is able to process is the smell of your sweet blood which now gives him nausea and your corpse, still managing to look pretty even in death. What a twisted joke this is. He swears revenge for this, cruelly wanting to crush the one who stole him his darling. He might just convince himself that he doesn't need his darling that much, but the growing black hole inside of him tells him differently.

☕Before he nearly jumps at his darling, it is better for him to call himself down. Reiji refuses to look all too desperate and he can not fully rule out the possibility that this all was a dream when he wakes up. Needs a few moments to realize where exactly he is, still caught in his dream for a bit. And to his frustration he has to realize that he has ripped the sheets apart. Initially wishes to talk with the s/o, but in the end decides against it. Humans need their sleep and this rather disturbing dream of his is not something he wishes to share right now.

☕Still quite observing and quickly noticing the fact that this day is the same as in his dream, starting even with the same order of events. That has him quickly dragging his s/o away and demanding them to tell him if they had a highly unnerving dream last night and once they confess they did, it's over. Even Reiji can not completely hide his paranoia under the layers of calmness, he is a bit in a rush. There is no real time to collect enough informations, the culprit has to be removed quickly. And removed they shall be from him the very same day so neither him nor the s/o have to witness this terrible scene again. That is probably the part where Reiji considers moving with you somewhere else and start a better life without having to worry about his brothers all the time. Even after the target was successfully killed, he needed hours after where he drank tea and served you sweets to calm his nerves down and yours hopefully in the process as well.

Ayato Sakamaki

🥇Reacts considerably less calm nor does he really wants to do so. Ayato is not someone to show his love and care too often, he's rather aggressive and mean. Originally he wanted to yell at his darling for leaving him for so long since he is somewhat clingy, but he got an extremely bad feeling in his stomach when the overwhelming smell of your blood suddenly hit his nostrils and instantly stormed over to track down the smell. And when he saw this scenario in front of him, he just snapped.

🥇Temporarily guilt and violence takes over and he kicks and hits everything in his surroundings, paces back and forth and screams and yells his lungs out. How could his darling be such a dumb little thing to leave him in the first place?! Why didn't they just stay with him?! He accuses them heavily, even going as far as shaking their limb body violently and yelling something along the lines that they don't deserve to die as long as he hasn't allowed it. Energy eventually leaves him, leaving him with a piercing pain in his chest and burning tears in his eyes, voice breaking as he meekly shakes them again and almost sounds like he is on the verge of begging.

🥇Ayato probably held the torn sheets in between his fingers when he woke up, shock and fear still holding control over his brain for a moment or two before he comes back to the real world. Where he finds his darling uninjured yet a bit scared of him. He woke them up during his sleeping rampage. Silence passes on for a few moments where Ayato almost feels betrayed from you for letting him worry like this, it probably was only a stupid dream but he is a petty piece of shit. Unsure if he should be relieved or angry and in the end it becomes a mix of both where he hisses angrily at his darling yet gives them a bone-crushing hug.

🥇The vampire decides to not talk about this with you, he was selfishly calming himself down with your help the entire night. Until he has to notice to his huge horror that the day is repeating itself again and for a moment he just stops in his tracks, subtly shaking before he grabs his darling and drags them back to his room, locking the door and wanting to talk. And he expects an answer that he finds satisfying, though it won't be in this case. Yet he knows that it's the truth when he hears your detailed description and the bad feeling settles itself once more in his stomach. There is no doubt that there will be a bloodbath once he's squeezed out of his darling who was partially responsible for this, though Ayato still blames part of it on his s/o. Knows deep down it's his for not being careful as well, but he has huge troubles admitting this. But for the future be prepared that he grows to never let you out of his sight again, this all just made him more aggressive with people he views as danger.

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸Has without a doubt the worst reaction to this all, simply because Kanato is a very bipolar guy and a lot of his sanity is related to his darling. So what else should he do when he sees his s/o dead right in front of him? Initially he reacts similar to Ayato, mad that his darling left him since he is a clingy one as well. But he already got a bit paranoid then and it didn't get better a bit when the scent of your sweetly yet now oddly sickening blood stained the air. Time seemed to stop when he found the s/o.

🧸Blending everything around him out as his senses were only able to process everything on you, how you weirdly still looked stunning and ethereal despite the life already having left you. Overwhelming pain and uncontrollable shaking is how it all starts before he piercing scream escapes his lungs, one seethed with pain, sorrow and wrath. Might just have the most violent outburst, nearly damaging his darling as well. Kanato is just out of his mind for quite some time, not realizing what he does until he finds himself in the destruction he has left. It's far from over though, next is his darling whom he might just slap so they stop joking before he might just seriously kill them. He's in denial for a long time until there is nothing inside of him left. He never wanted to make his darling into one of his puppets, but he doesn't want their body to rotten either.

🧸His darling risked quite something when attempting to wake him up before one of his brothers might come, screaming, yelling and crying in his sleep. The s/o probably earned a slap in the process, though it really was because Kanato was still too riled up to notice where he was and who you were when he shot up from this nightmare. This vampire has troubles controlling his emotions and he just bursts out in tears when he sees you, accusing you and shouting at you that you can't leave him and Teddy with a painfully tight grip on your wrists.

🧸Won't let you leave his side for the rest of this night and if he dozes off, wakes up again and you are not next to him, he has another hysterical breakdown and will lash a bit out on you when he finds you again. What does he do when he realizes what time it is and what day it is? Instantly pushes his darling back to his chambers, not really caring if he hurts them in the process and slamming the door shut, standing before it with a wide-eyed expression and an erratic breath. Does his little doll happen to know something that they might want to share with him? He's pissed that his darling didn't tell him the truth afterwards, horrified that he'll have to go through everything again and there is pure lust to kill the one who dared to lay a finger on the s/o. Kanato probably isn't able to go violently against you for probably forever after, the flashback of your empty eyes always haunting him. Ends up wanting to be nice to you when he gifts you the remains of the one who dared to murder you the first time and he'll be irritated upon discovering that you're not happy with it at all.

Laito Sakamaki

🎹Not the happiest person either when he has to notice you have managed to escape his watching eye for a bit, though Laito treats it like a game of hide and seek at first, it happened a few times before. And since he knows that he'll win in the end, he doesn't take the situation seriously at first. He did find his s/o in the end, but in a position and blood covering their body that it instantly sobered him up, his chipper attitude being gone in an instant.

🎹Laito is a two-faced Yandere as well and this is where he truly reveals this side of his. He just kneels silently down next to his darling, observing them for a while whilst bittersweet memories fill his head. He'll never be able to see expressions of happiness, sadness, hurt, pain and pleasure again, will never be able to hear their cries and them saying his name again. Laito is unnervingly quiet, drilling holes with his green eyes at his darling, a dark shadow clouding his eyes. There is so much hatred and burning desire inside of him to kill the one responsible for this that he doesn't even realize the few tears escaping his eyes. That must be really the end, isn't he right?

🎹Laito feels numb when he wakes up at first, still drunk on his dream. It takes a bit for him to return to his normal state and it is all due to him noticing the presence next to him. His darling, alive! Has him low-key tearing up for a bit and he will wake his darling up quickly, simply to annoy them and see them reacting accordingly. For you it might come over as Laito being the usual asshole he is, but once you have pushed him angrily away and cussed at him, you'll be surprised. Surprised when he suddenly straightforward attacks you only to smother you a bit, not being able to hold back the slight laugh of his.

🎹His relief is short-lived the moment the sun goes up and he has to be made aware that he has lived this day once before, in this dream of his. Or was it not? Laito is a pervert, but he isn't dumb. Surely picking at his darling for a bit, using the most recent death experience of them as a way to trigger a reaction out of them. But Laito feels this time actually guilty if he would have to resort to this, talking about it makes him feel sick as well. But he almost pales a bit when you do confirm that you've went through the same weird experience as well and before you know it, Laito has already picked you up to storm back to his room. Paranoia unleashes inside of him now that he knows that this has happened indeed and the day only repeats itself, but this time he'll avenge and protect his pretty little darling. And he doesn't even shows fun whilst killing that person, they've done too much. It somewhat feels like there is a new side of him that has been awakened after, one that cherishes you more, so you probably won't complain.

Kou Mukami

🎤Kou is almost a bit pouty when he doesn't find you at first glance, realizing that he has lost you. But he doesn't think of anything too terrible, though obviously he does no wish you to bump into someone else who will take your time away from him. The longer it takes him though, the more worried he gets until he suddenly catches a faint breeze of a smell he is familiar with. But a scent that normally manages to comfort him now has him feel like he might want to throw up, death and blood lacing your scent.

🎤He nearly lost his strength the closer he got to the source of the smell, but the last bit of power he dragged himself up to this location lefts him when he sees his darling. Kou collapses on the cold and dirty ground next to you, tears spilling out of his eyes as it feels like someone has set him alive on fire. Wants to hold his darling, but the moment the cold and sticky blood touches him, he instantly pulls back, quivering eyeballs staring at it. That is where he finally breaks down, crying and wailing for a long time until his voice has gone hoarse and he feels like he has just lost half of himself. Only then is he able to bring up the courage to hold his s/o one last time, gazing one last time over their lovely form.

🎤This has to be the worst nightmare he's ever had in his entire life, visible from how he suddenly wildly kicks and boxes around him until he hardly lands on the floor, waking up from this surprising impact but he is far away from calming down. Only when you peek over the edge of the bed, having been woken up from your own nightmare due to Kou's sudden rampage has Kou a shift in emotions. The blonde just jumps straightforward on his darling, breaking out in ugly tears again and sobbing out due too much emotions to explain. His s/o needed hours where he silently begged for comfort until they've managed to rock him back into a restless sleep where he still keeps an iron grip on them.

🎤Kou would love to just erase this memory of his, but he isn't and it becomes throughout the day visible long before he comes to know that this day has been happened once before. He refuses to even leave the manor, insisting that today and the days after you two should spend time in here. But he almost pulled the Ruki stunt with chaining his darling to the bed when he took a closer look at the date after being made highly paranoid of how this day seems to be oddly familiar. Kou just nearly goes crazy and it's only thanks to his brothers that he calms down a bit, ending up rambling about the situation and that he has to prevent it from happening again. Doesn't even matter if you tell him or not, though Ruki pushes it out of you as well. Bizarre what just happened, but his brothers agree that the murderer of yours should be erased from this world as well which obviously falls into what Kou has to do, coldly and with only raging emptiness. It's unlikely he'll fully go back to his usual cheerful self after having seen you dying once before.

Yuma Mukami

🌱Yuma is a bit similar to Subaru in such regards. He shows his overprotective side through transforming into his darling's very personal guard dog who constantly trails right behind him. Firstly coming over as more annoyed, he alreadly has this growing pinch of worries inside of him and it only gets stronger the longer it takes to find them. Even if it might come sometimes over like he doesn't care, Yuma does more than he would like to admit sometimes.

🌱Some might think in regards of the Mukami he would react the most violent, but he surprisingly doesn't. He simply can't. Not whilst in presence of his darling, looking so broken and fragile. Instead all he can really bring himself to do is hold his darling's small and cold body in his arms, savoring whatever he might can since the knowledge that he'll never get to see them again is all too clear for him. And despite his bet efforts to not cry, he just bursts out in a bit of tears sooner than later. How can he not when looking at his beloved, gone because he was not there to protect them. Differently from many of the Sakamaki brothers Yuma puts most of the blame on himself.

🌱Can he really bring himself to wake you up when you look so incredibly peaceful and calm whilst he feels like he wants to cry and tear something or someone apart at the same time? Yuma definitely doesn't want this, he is in no condition to have a normal interaction at the moment. What he does is trying to secure you in his arms somehow, an overwhelming sense of having to protect you being triggered more than ever inside of him and I wish the best of luck if you plan to escape his grip at one point in this night.

🌱To be honest, this tall man here doesn't even let his darling leave the room in the very early morning, bringing them breakfast into the room and keeping them in there. This twistingly painful and grieving feeling has not left his chest, it is still there and seems to continue torturing him. There are some atempts to cool himself off a bit, but all of these tries are thrown out of the window when it becomes to both you obvious that this day has been experienced from you two before and Yuma will corner you literally for this, trapped in between a wall and his arms. Grows restless once the whole thing has been revealed and I do see the chance of him telling it his brothers since they do take change of his sudden change in attitude. Yuma wants this all to be quickly over so he'll rip the killer apart quickly, though it doesn't mean that he doesnt turn downright savage whilst doing so. But his desire to be glued to your side is stronger than his sadism and even long after it seems to become very hard for him to calm down when you aren't with him.

#yandere diabolik lovers #yandere reiji #yandere reiji sakamaki #yandere ayato #yandere ayato sakamaki #yandere kanato #yandere kanato sakamaki #yandere laito #yandere laito sakamaki #yandere kou #yandere kou mukami #yandere yuma #yandere yuma mukami

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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New Normal

Pairing: Yandere!Tubbo x Reader (with some Ranboo)

Request: we need more yandere tubbo i absolutely love the way you wrote him shdhhfjd........ maybe a short fic or some headcanons elaborating on "waking up in the mansion one day"? maybe the reader gets more afraid than going along with it .. I'd love to see ranboos aspect regarding tubbos behavior as well 👀

Word count: 2.3 k

Warning: yandere, kidnapping, drugging

A/n: This is all platonic. Nothing romantic. Also this was meant to be short not this long oh lord.

The night had been unforgiving to you as of late. Every night you felt like you were being watched over. It was so weird. It didn’t matter if the windows were open or not. Or even if they had blinds over them. Your paranoia was being fed by every noise emanating from the darkness. Now you weren’t afraid of the dark, never had been. But now, oh god the dark was terrifying. The unknown of the dark scared you. Anything could be hiding in there. And with this new “admirer” of yours, your newfound fear of the shadows was being fed a damn feast. The last straw for you was when you came home one night and saw your window broken and front door open. It spooked you too much; what if they were still inside? You couldn’t risk that.

That’s how you found yourself in Tubbo’s house, on his couch, hunched over and shaking over a cup of tea. You don’t remember why you came here, in all honesty. There were so many other people you could have chosen that were more than capable of protecting you. There was Sam, Bad, Sapnap, even Technoblade. Yet you still went to Tubbo. He was a comforting presence for you. And you just really wanted some comfort for this new fear of yours. Is this what I child felt when they were scared of the dark and needed a flashlight? God now you feel so bad for making fun of little kids for needing those.

“Hey are you okay,” a hand just fucking attacks your shoulder and you wip around. Oh god what if the guy got you now- wait it’s just Tubbo. Wow you overreacted there. Your swift actions shocked Tubbo, making him take a few steps away from you. He held his hands up in the air; an attempt to show he meant no harm to you. But you were just relieved at the sight of Tubbo.

“I don’t know,” a lump was forming in your throat. The tea isn't helping at all. You were so upset that you couldn’t even tell what flavor it was. Nor did you ask Tubbo, but that didn’t matter. Only distractions mattered now; a way to get your mind off of the paranoid thoughts. “I think I am”. Your grip on the cup tightened. Some of that was you trying to ground yourself, but another part of it was just tension. It was becoming harder to breathe and you had no idea why. There wasn’t a reason. Start breathing normally again- uh what was that breathing exercise?

Tubbo came around the couch and sat by your side. “Hey, can you look at me really quick?” He grabbed your hands and you looked at him. Somehow looking into his eyes made it harder to breathe. “Okay now repeat after me- wait not repeat. Uh, do what I do. Ready?” You didn’t get a chance to reply before he started. “Okay take a deep breath with me. In through the mouth for five and out the nose for four. In for five, out for four.” A small pattern formed from the mantra. Something about the exercise was extremely comforting, but you were never sure on what it was. Well you knew it had to do with slowing your breathing and helping you focus, but you felt like there was something else to it. There had to be something else to it. Why else would it be able to calm you so well right now?

It took a while, but you finally calmed down. Well, “calmed down” being a relative term. You were tired and numb inside. Your attention was completely focused on the flames in the hearth. They were mesmerizing. Happily dancing away, illuminating the room.

You hadn’t realized what was happening. All you remember is looking at Tubbo and then everything just became blurry. The sting of tears stung your eyes. Oh, you were about to cry again. That’s so annoying, stupid. You had just calmed down and yet you’re still crying. Craving human contact must be a symptom of sadness or some shit because you looked at Tubbo for comfort. And he gave you exactly that; opening his arms to give you a hug. Without a second thought, you essentially flew into his arms. He accepted you immediately and held you close. The tears that had once been contained by a damn once again ran free. Slowly you grew tired. Oh how you despised the act of crying and how it drained you so. A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

__________________________________ The sunbeams were attacking you and it hurt so much. So bright, demanding. You didn’t want to get up. Sleepiness still held you captive, flowed through your body like the very blood you had. Yet the light was relentless, attacking your closed eyes through it’s armor. A valiant effort was made to stay asleep and keep the sunlight out of your eyes. But it was futile. Rolling over did nothing but illicit noise and made you mildly uncomfortable. When you finally gave in, you just stared blankly at the wall.

For a wall, it was pretty. Kinda. It was plain but a stylish kind of plain. A timeless look. It took ages to finally muster the energy to even sit up, but you still did. The view changed yet it didn’t at the same time. It was pretty empty in the room. Three doorways, two next to each other on your right and one on your left, a bed, some curtains, a small nightstand, and a bookshelf. Other than that, there was a ton of open space.

Once you regained some more consciousness, you slipped out of bed. There was a jingle, but you didn’t really pay attention to it. You definitely heard it, you just thought something fell on the floor. Whatever it was could wait. The unexplored room was just waiting for exploration, though you could have easily explored it from your bed because of how empty it was. When you got to one of the doors, you slowly opened it to reveal a closet. It was absolutely filled with clothes you liked. Or some you were missing. Didn’t you own that shirt at home? And that one too? Huh, what a coincidence. Pretty cool.

Not even two steps away from the closet was another door, which you also slowly opened. Didn’t want to hit anyone. Through that door was a bathroom. It was pretty big and pretty. Very shiny and clean. There were some care products in there, some shampoo and conditioner. But you stopped yourself from looking too much. You didn’t want to snoop. It was rather rude to do.

Grogley you turn toward the last mystery door. It was all the way on the other side of the room. Man you weren’t awake enough for this. Yawning, you start your way to the other doorway. That must be the way back to the rest of the mansion. Sadly you didn’t get far. Not even halfway there before you were stopped. More accurately tripped. Something made your foot slip from underneath, making you fall onto your stomach. Everything ached, but your ankle felt weird. It was a different pain. When you tried to pull it closer to examine it, something stopped it and the sound of metal hitting itself rang across the room. You nearly give yourself whiplash from how quickly you turn your head.

A metal cuff clung onto your ankle which in turn was connected to a tense chain. At the other end of the chain was one of the bedposts. Specifically the one closest to the closet and bathroom. That’s odd. Okay now what’s going on here? Oh did Tubbo do this to make you feel more secure? Well it was and wasn’t working all at the same time. Because who puts an ankle chain on somebody?

A knock interrupted your thoughts. From your spot on the floor, you whipped your head back around to the last mystery door. You stayed quiet, wondering if you were just imagining noises. But another knock soon came. It was undeniable, very pronounced and purposeful. Whoever was out there- what could they be here for. Panic started to overtake you again, but the sound of Tubbo’s voice coming from the other side of the door caught your attention.

“Can I come in,” Tubbo announces his presence again with another round of knocks. With the amount of noise you made, you were pretty sure he knew you were awake. But you still replied to him.

“Yeah you can.”

Not even a second after you reply, the door slowly opens and Tubbo peaks his head in. He seemed to have woken up with some bedhead, which made him look boyish. A little careless for physical appearances, which can be an endearing feature. Tubbo gave the room a sweeping look, checking for something. What exactly, you couldn’t tell. But apparently he was satisfied because he opened the doorway entirely. You swiftly stood up, getting as close to the door as you could.

On the other side of the door was Tubbo in some pajamas. He looked a little sleepy, but his happiness shone through it. You smiled at the sight of him, happy that someone came to get you out.

“Good morning, Tubbo!” You gave a toothy grin and spread your arms to emphasize your joy. “Sleep well?”

“Good morning!.” He gave you a toothy smile in return, but it looked odd. Like it was forced, nervous even. But you must’ve just been looking too far into it. “I slept pretty good. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept like a fucking rock,” you reply with a little laughter. “Honestly? Best sleep of the month, man. Really needed it. Thanks for letting me bunk at your place last night.”

“Not a problem at all,” his smile soon became more natural, much bigger. “I really enjoyed having you over”. It seemed like he was going to say something else, but stopped himself. The nervous look reappeared on his face, and you gave the most reassuring look you could. “So about you moving in-”

“Oh yeah that,” your smile disappeared as quickly as it came. “I can’t just do that Tubbo. I just can’t.” Tubbo seemed saddened by your response. “It’s not like I don’t want to live with you,” you explained. “I’d love to live with you and Ranboo, but I have other responsibilities. Things that have to be done very far from the mansion. Seriously, I’d love to stay.”

“Then stay.” It was a simple statement on his part. You thought it was a little banter.

“I’d stay if I could Tubbo. But I gotta go.”

“You can’t go.”

“Yes I can, Tubbo. Now can you please unchain me, I gotta go.” You lift your ankle and shake it along with the chain for emphasis.

But Tubbo doesn’t even give it a look before answering. “You can’t leave.”

His actions are words are a bit worrying now, huh. This is just a silly prank. Any second now he’ll say it’s a joke and release you. Yeah, any moment now.

That moment never comes though.

“Come on now,” Tubbo starts to lead you back to the bed. “Get back in bed. You still look tired.”

“I’m not tired Tubbo,” your voice hardens to emphasise the fact that you really don’t need this shit right now. “Look I’m completely fine and I have to go. This joke isn’t funny anymore. Just unlock the fucking cuff and I’ll be on my way.”

You two stop at the bed and he gently ushers you in. Climbing on the bed to give you a hug. Struggling against him does no good. If anything, it just makes things worse. He just tightens his grip like a damn python. Wtf why is this kid so strong and clingy? This definitely isn’t a good combo.

“Look you aren’t fine. See?” He emphasizes his point by hugging you tighter. Which you don’t like and groan in protest. “You need to rest. It’s fine. You’re home.”

Internally you start to panic. Yo, hold up, what the hell is he talking about? You know damn well you ain’t home or agreed to stay here. So what does he think he’s doing?

There’s a cough from the doorway, and both you and Tubbo’s attention is diverted to the newcomer. At the threshold of the room is Ranboo. A platter loaded with food held between his hands. He looks awkward standing there. And you don’t blame him because you felt awkward just being in the hug. You couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment you’d get from walking in on this shit. When your eyes meet, he gives you a small, unsure smile.

Movement behind Ranboo catches your attention. You look behind Ranboo’s legs to see Micheal clinging onto Ranboo’s pants. He looked so happy. Well, happy being debatable and interpretive. He looked normal but he was making his little happy noises. Micheal bounded over to you, stretching his arms out while making the most adorable little oink noises. You look between Tubbo and Ranboo for any sign. Literally anything for them. But Tubbo just encourages you. So you pick up Micheal and hold him close to your chest.

Tubbo gives a cheer of joy while Ranboo joins in, though a little less enthusiastic. Still the fact he sounded genuinely happy about this situation was worrying. Especially since he knew what was going on. Knew how wrong it all was. Micheal had no idea. Happily oinking way in your lap and messing with your hands. Suddenly two sets of arms entangle themselves around you; pulling themselves toward you for a hug.

Looking down at Micheal, you now question if the backstory you were told about him was true. Was he actually found wandering around? Or was he kidnapped, just like you?

#c: tubbo #c: ranboo #tw: yandere #yandere #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp!tubbo #dsmp!ranboo #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #yandere tubbo #yandere ranboo #yandere tubbo x reader #tw: kidnapping #tw: drugging #dsmp!ranboo x reader #dsmp!tubbo x reader

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gyusbambi · 3 years

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humph; han seojun (pt 5)

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story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: this is the last part of the series! i’m thankful for everyone who liked, commented and shared this fanfiction it really means a lot to me! through this series i gained many followers, i never imagined that this would get so many likes! again, hope you enjoy the last part and stay tuned for many other fictions hehe. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: ~4k

words cannot describe your current feelings. all you can say is that everything feels unreal and odd. indeed, you’re no longer able to focus on your work. all because of that night. all because of stupidly drunk han seojun.

why did you have to pick him up? why didn’t you just call someone else? thanks to his actions, you feel emotionally confused. not to mention, you are frightened to go to school.

can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be if seojun remembers the night? without doubt, your heart would get broken because you just know he’s going to apologize for kissing you. he’ll tell you it happened because he was drunk and definitely not because he feels anything for you.

memories from that night fill your head and it’s the only thing you can think of for the rest of the weekend.

not until your mother forces you to visit the han’s with her. no wonder you refuse to go, han seojun kissed you! of course, neither your mother nor your brother understand your panicked actions when you drop on your knees, hiding your face in your palms dramatically. both of them end up dragging you to the han’s, ignoring your annoying whines.

seojun’s mum greets you with excitement when you eventually arrive at their front door. stepping in with your trembling body, you look around in paranoia, checking if seojun’s home. while doing so, you fail to notice juyeong giving you a side glance with narrowed eyes.

you: chorong please pick me up from seojun’s house

quickly you type your friend a text message before entering the living room, where gowoon waves at you happily.

kim chorong: you’re at seojun’s?!

kim chorong: can i guess what you’re doing ;)

your phone rings two times in a row, making all eyes land on you. laughing it off, you put your phone on mute before typing chorong a reply.

you: ew no please just save me from here okay?

the conversation between the mums continue and suddenly your brother asks if seojun is home. gowoon replies that he probably got out of the shower just now, which puts you in a panicked situation.

i need to get outta here

but like always, the universes loves playing with you right on time because the next thing you see is seojun walking out of his room, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, hand ruffling his wet hair. trying your best not to make eye contact, your gaze darts around the whole room.

after greeting your mother and juyeong, seojun’s eyes land on your awkward figure. no longer able to avoid his gaze, you look right back at seojun, cheeks turning into a red color. you can’t do anything but blink since you’re extremely nervous. if he does remember everything from that night, you want to get swallowed by the floor beneath you. if he doesn’t, you certainly will try your best to remain calm and unsuspicious.

“do you have a moment?”, without waiting for too long seojun grabs your wrist after putting the towel away.

“f-for what?” you manage to speak as your panicked posture suddenly stiffens.

“science project.”, the boy comes up with an average excuse while trying to ignore the surprised looks everyone is giving him as he practically drags you to his own room.

what if he knows?!

from all the heart racing, you’re sure that you’ll end up in the hospital one day. it technically pounds heavily in your chest when you’re head is going through every possible answer you could give seojun when he asks you about the kiss.

after pulling you into his room, seojun closes the door behind you before pushing your body against it. in only seconds, his palm presses against it, right next to your face. it reminds you of the time when he questioned you about his motorcycle keys in the hallways. thankfully, his face isn’t as close as back then. you’re pretty sure, you would’ve fainted by now.

“so what about the science project, haha?” words finally leave your mouth when you realize seojun isn’t going to say anything but stare at your flustered face.

“about that...”, seojun mutters in a quiet tone as he leans in slowly. the only thing you can do is avoid his gaze while gulping, thinking that he probably remembers the kiss. yet, when he doesn’t stop getting closer, lips almost touching yours, you push him away in a swift move, eyes wide in shock,

“what the hell!”

han seojun doesn’t seem surprised. he only scratches his neck, eyes darting around his room before finally landing on your panicked figure,

“i had to do an experiment.”

“w-what experiment? are you kidding me?”

more confused than ever, you question with a flushed face. however, seojun sighs to reveal his exhaustiveness, hands hiding his face before rubbing his brow to ward off his headache,

“i- something happened friday night and i can’t stop thinking about it.”

acting like you don’t know what happened, you continue to look at him with confusion.

“i drank a little bit too much and can’t really remember anything except for one detail- but apparently someone came to pick me up and brought me home. i asked the worker who it was and he told me it was my neighbor.”

when seojun trails off and shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows you hold yourself back from letting out a relieved sigh.

he doesn’t know it was you. it’s like all the worries leave your body before the boy starts talking again,

“isn’t that weird? i mean why would my neighbor come to get me, it’s not like i’m close to any of them. also, which neighor? he said it was a girl around your height with y/h/c hair. the only neighbor that comes to my mind is lee minji but there’s no chance i could have kissed her.”

“you did what?”, although knowing exactly what he did, your eyes widden in horror when you notice that he remembers the kiss but not the person. seojun realizes what he just said and tries to explain everything in a rushed tone,

“look, i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk! besides that, i’m not even sure if it was her, or anyone! what if it’s just a false memory? or a dream?”

the young boy feels like he needs to justify himself to you when he catches glimpse of the worry hiding in your eyes. han seojun doesn’t want you to think that he would kiss anyone just like that. in fact, he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone but you.

but that’s not what you’re thinking at the moment. the only thing you can focus on is seojun’s statement leaving his mouth a few seconds ago: “i was drunk!”

of course, he was. how could you even have the smallest hope that he kissed you because he wanted to? ashamed of your expectations, you clear your throat and look away, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“oh man, that sucks!”, you chuckle falsely, “don’t worry about it too much. it could happen to anyone, you know?”

“i think about it day and night, thought.”, seojun rubs his neck, eyes fixed on the carpet on the floor.

“why? was it that special for you?”, laughing you push his shoulder playfully.

unexpectedly, seojun looks up to meet your eyes and blinks,

“it was.”

your heart drops. your body freezes on spot. your eyes stare into his.

hearing this shocked you, why was it special to him? without doubt, it was special to you too. precisely, you remember his soft lips on yours, warm touch on your face.

breaking the stare, you shake your head and look around, “just forget about it.”

after a short silence, your eyes finally land on something certain on seojun’s desk. taking a few steps closer, you are able to take a closer look at the item. picking up the polaroid picture, you smile at the photo of you sleeping on seojun’s shoulder in the bus. your arm was wrapped around his torso, his look fixed on you.

“where did you get this?”, turning around with the picture still in your hands, you show it to seojun with a happy face.

“o-oh that? the others took it while you were sleeping.”

“i didn’t know you had this.”

“yeah, i kinda just forgot hahahaha.”

“sure you did!”, suddenly kim chorong bursts into the room with a teasing smile,

“i’m here, y/n. but it seems like you don’t need me anymore.”

“why are you here?”, seojun frowns.

“she told me to come! it’s not always about you.”, sticking out this tongue, your friend shrugs and lets himself fall on seojun’s bed,

“what are we doing today? how about noraebang?”

brushing his fingers over the multiple lipsticks, seojun’s eyes focus on a certain pink one. hesitantly, he picks it up to take a closer look before putting it back to its place.

“do they have strawberry ones?”, he asks his sister who looks for something specific. gowoon asked his brother if they could go to the mall together, since she’s been getting into make up these days and therefore needs more products.

“what?”

“like strawberry lip balms.”

“why do you need one?” she laughs at her brother who seems a little unsure.

“just because!” seojun tries to hide everything when he notices his sister making fun of him.

when she eventually shows him the lip balms and he’s able to smell all of them, seojun gives up. the boy went through several lip balms but couldn’t find the right one. maybe he should just give up looking for signs.

“why is everyone so obsessed with them? y/n owns plenty of them, it‘s insane.“

juyeong, who happened to tag along with gowoon and seojun, lets out a sigh as he watches the older boy.

“she does?“, suddenly seojun is interested in something that juyeong says.

“absolutely. you can ask her, you know?“

“i should ask her as well! she seems to like make up!“, gowoon smiles excitedly.

although juyeong is aware of his sister‘s lack of skills in make up, he still nods almost to quickly,

“definitely, you should! you can come to our house since she‘s always home anyway.“

seojun no longer listens to the younger‘s conversation, but instead thinks about what juyeong said earlier.

running to get in class on time has become a regular thing for you. once again, your legs move in super speed in the empty hallways as you hold tight on your heavy books. not even realizing your open backpack hanging on your right shoulder, you struggle to breathe normally.

you become interested in your untied shoes while running and suddenly bump into someone else, because you didn’t look ahead.

in a swift move the person steadies you to keep you from falling. still, your backpack drops from your shoulder and causes all of your belongings to drop on the floor.

too distracted from the mess that got created, you quickly kneel down to collect your books and folders,

“shoot!” you mutter, extremely stressed from the fact that you’re losing more time.

“running late again, zombie?”

you realize it’s han seojun when he bends down to help you pick up your stuff. after collecting some of your folders and books, his eyes focus on a certain lip balm placed next to your foot. instantly he reaches for it with a frown, your books still in his other hand.

completely stressed out, you rapidly stuff all of your supplies into your backpack and fail to notice seojun observing every small detail of your lip balm. as you finally look up, you take your books away from seojun’s grip and hold them in your hands instead of putting them back in, so that you can save some time,

“thank you.”, before you can leave seojun stands in front of you, holding your strawberry lip balm. after smelling it, he raises his eyebrows at you,

“is this yours?”

“oh, yes! thanks.” unaware of his thoughts, you take the item from his hand with a smile and put it into the pocket of your blazer.

and then seojun just stands there, watching you sprint to your next class.

he’s about to lose his mind.

patting his skin dry with a towel after washing it with cold water, seojun’s gaze darts around the school’s gym. his eyes look for you in the big hall filled with students, who came to watch the basketball game. the young boy is sure to have seen you sitting in the first row with lee suho during the game. however, it seems like you are nowhere to be seen. did you maybe leave with lee suho?

frustrated and tired at the same time, seojun approaches his friend kim chorong only seconds after the game,

“do you know where y/n is?”

“y/n? i’m not quite sure. she was here during the whole game, thought.”, chorong shrugs with a small pout forming on his lips.

“how did she leave so fast?”, seojun sighs annoyed before someone suddenly hits his back forcefully,

“if you’re looking for y/n, she just left with lee suho.”, sua tries to hide her teasing smile.

“with lee suho? why? where did they go?”

“she told me she lost her bracelet and wanted to find it.”, sua crosses her arms,

“they’re probably looking in the hallways or something.”

hearing that, seojun instantly drops his bag and runs out of the gym hall, ignoring his friend’s calls.

“yah, where are you going? we’re gonna celebrate your win!”, kim chorong yells only to turn to sua after seojun is out of his sight. they both share a smile before high fiving,

“good job.”

“taehoon just called me. suho left y/n. she’s alone in the hallways, looking for that bracelet.”

“as expected, cupid team never fails.”

seojun slows down when he turns the next corner. finally reaching the hallway of the third floor, his steps echo in the empty area. it’s dark outside and many students already left the building right after the end of the basketball game, leaving only seojun and you in the dark hallway of the third floor.

eventually the young boy spots you near your classroom, searching for your bracelet with worried eyes. he notices how you run your hand through your hair, upset that you lost something so important. seojun hides behind the wall, still questioning if he should approach you. strangely, suho is not around which makes him question everything.

while thinking about leaving, seojun’s eyes land on a specific item placed right next to the plant on his right side. surprised, he picks up the flower bracelet, which he gifted you after he apologized on the last day of the school trip, and stares at it for a short while.

hesitantly, seojun finally steps out and approaches you with a more relaxed figure.

letting out a yelp, you turn around in a swift move when you feel two hands placing on your shoulders. with widen eyes you face han seojun standing only a few inches away from you. pressing a palm on your chest, you sigh in relief,

“you scared me. again.”

“looking for this?”, ignoring your annoyed eyes, he swings your bracelet in his right hand.

“how- where did you find it? i was looking everywhere!”, quickly you snatch it away from him to place it around your wrist tightly, making sure it won’t slip out this time.

“is it so important that you spend hours searching in this building?” seojun rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “you should go home now. it’s really late.”

“yes. it is important to me.” you mutter and glare at the boy in front of you before thanking him.

after that, suddenly silence takes over the room. you are too busy adjusting the bracelet on your wrist, while seojun only watches you with a curious gaze. he seems to be lost in his own thoughts.

it’s true that he’s seen you wear it every single day.

he’s also certain about the smell of your strawberry lip balm. seojun is a little bit angry at himself, for remembering every small detail of the kiss, but not the face of the person he shared it with. maybe he’s just tricking himself about it. maybe it is actually you, who he kissed that night.

thinking of the only way to find out, the boy interrupts the long silence as he puts his hand into the pocket of your blazer, taking out the specific strawberry lip balm. you’re more than surprised and freeze on spot when he places the tip of the container on your bottom lip and applies it on your lips.

absolutely taken aback, you fail to notice seojun taking a few steps closer to you, his body almost attached to yours now. it doesn’t take him long to lift up your chin, enabling your eyes to meet his. they look into yours with so much intensity that your cheeks start glowing from the heat. once again, your heart pounds aggressively in your chest as the young boy nears his face to yours. from all your experiences till now, you feel the most nervous now. not to mention, confused from his sudden actions. (*insert “i’m the mood for dancing” by yuju*)

last time he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.

now he’s completely aware of his actions.

instantly you close your eyes shut, waiting impatiently for his lips to touch yours. both of you have been longing feel this feeling again, never able to get rid of the memory from friday night. seojun tilts his head slightly before finally placing his lips on your soft ones.

and in the exact moment, when he tastes the strawberry flavor on your lips, his heart speeds up, his hands hold your warm face, he knows it’s you. he realizes that it was you, who picked him up and you, who he kissed with so much emotion.

firmly you grip onto seojun’s t-shirt when your knees feel weak. as a result the boy only smiles against your lips before his hands move from your face to your waist, pulling you to his body. running one hand up and down your waist, he continues moving his lips against yours.

before you have the chance to move yours arms to wrap them around his neck, seojun slowly pulls away. you open your eyes to see him licking his bottom lip with a small smile. somehow you’re unable to meet his eyes when he lets out a chuckle,

“thought i wouldn’t find out sooner or later?”

“h-how did you know it was me?”, you whisper, grip still tight on his shirt.

“strawberry taste.”

his simple answer surprises you, “oh, right...”

seojun caresses your face in his hands as he notices your shy tone to make you look at him,

“why didn’t you just tell me?”

“i thought you didn’t mean it since you were extremely drunk.”

“ah, y/n. you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

hearing seojun suddenly laugh makes you even more confused,

“what do you mean?”

“you’re always so oblivious about everything like my feelings towards you.” seojun smiles at you adoringly and pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“you-”

“i like you, y/n. have been the whole time.”

“you were always mean to me, how was i supposed to know?”, slighlty pouting, you push his shoulder playfully.

“you’re right and i’m sorry about that. i was so focused on hiding my feelings that i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i didn’t want you to think that i liked you.”

“you succeeded.”

“yeah,” seojun scratches his neck while looking into your eyes, “still haven’t gotten an answer from you, y/n.”

taking his hand, you rub the back of it before kissing his right cheek,

“i like you too, seojun.”

seojun melts. he feels his happiest and his cheeks turn into the shade of a tomato.

“look at us. who would’ve thought?”, you laugh at his shyness.

“not me.”, seojun smiles before pulling you in for another kiss.

the cold hair hits your face as you sit on a swing while seojun pushes you. swinging your feet with a big smile on your face, you glance behind your shoulder quickly to see seojun looking at you with adoring eyes.

“higher!”, you scream, catching the kids’ attention on the playground for a short second.

therefore, your boyfriend pushes you with more force as he tries to hide his amused grin, “as you wish, my highness. but you’re scaring the kids away, don’t you think?”

“feels like we’re kids again.”, you remember your childhood moments with seojun.

“enough for now. when is it my turn?”, seojun pouts playfully, still pushing you on the swings.

“i said ten minutes not five, seojun.”

both of you laugh hysterically at your remark before he firmly grips on the chain of the swing, making it stop abruptly. before you can turn around to look at him with a frown, your boyfriend places a kiss on your left cheek, causing them to turn into a shade of bright pink.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, seojunnie.”

that’s all seojun needs to hear before pushing you on the swing again, heart melting in his chest.

and in the end of the day he knows that you’ll always be there for him. and you know that he’ll be right there too.

the end!

this is the last part of the series “humph; han seojun”. firstly, i hope you liked the ending and the story in total. secondly, i wrote this story because i noticed that there aren’t many han seojun fics! i thank everyone for giving me all the love that i don’t deserve. thirdly, please stay tuned for more fanfictions! be aware that i’m open for requests, feedback and everything nice. love you and stay safe,

your writer renjunes

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adonis-koo · 3 years

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word Count: 8k

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Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter present them.

“Are you having fun my sweet baby?” Jungkook leaned down whispering in your ear making a giggle escape you, looking up at him from your coloring sheet as you clapped your hands, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook had been trying his best to not disturb you, knowing that little space was still something very foreign to you and you struggled with letting yourself slip on many days though things were slowly getting better,

Jungkook would be there with you each step of the journey but he was glad for not just Yugyeom, but Hyerin as well who was more than comfortable with it and showing you that, it was okay, your mind, was just trying to help you cope and deal with stress in a way that wouldn’t be damaging.

Jungkook loved it, he loved seeing that bright smile that hadn’t been on your lips lately, and he loved knowing that you were enjoying yourself and your little friend.

Both you and Hyerin had been coloring at the TV, watching cartoons, eating snacks and drinking juice. Hyerin had even let you use one of her sippy cups! “Koo!” You whispered out looking up at him with sparkling shy eyes, your arms wrapping around him as you squeezed tight, flutters of shy giggles escaping you.

Jungkook’s smile was affectionate and fond as he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your forehead, “Baby.” He cooed out, softly pressing another kiss on your face as he smiled, “I’ll let you get back to coloring, I just wanted to check in on you.” You whined a little but let him go before plopping back down with Hyerin who had been helping you with your coloring sheet. You began coloring with your pink crayon once more as Jungkook’s smile was fond before he reluctantly backed away back to the table where Yugyeom sat, “Thanks by the way, for letting us come over. She’s been...a little shy with the whole little space thing.”

‘It’s a process for everyone,” Yugyeom offered a small smile, leaned back in his seat as he shrugged, “I’ve heard all different kinds of reactions to girls finding out they’re little and hers is fairly common. It doesn’t seem like she slips often…?”

Jungkook rubbed his neck as he sighed, “It’s been getting better, when she first discovered it she was really reserved, but the longer we’re together, I think she’s getting more comfortable. I’m just confused because I can't tell if the only time she really slips is if she has to be in extremely stressful situations or if she’s just self conscious. She did mention to me the whole ‘daddy’ thing tends to make her uncomfortable, but she has no problems using it as a title in bed. Not that I mind, but even with that problem eliminated...” Jungkook hummed, tapping his chin before he shrugged a little, “It still seems like she holds back.”

“It could be both, but if she’s slipping more then before after you talked with her about it, I’d be willing to bet she’s just a little shy about it,” Yugyeom offered, humming as he tapped his chin, “I’d suggest asking around the dungeon but things are kind of intense over there right now...” His words lingered a little, making Jungkook frown as he looked at his friend, leaning back in his seat as he said nothing, making Yugyeom sigh, “Listen...you didn’t hear it from me but...Personally? I think the dungeon is involved in something illegal.”

“Illegal how?” Jungkook looked a little wary as he asked somewhat hesitantly, the last thing he needed was to get involved in even more intense affairs then he already was, but...what were the chances of them possibly being connected?

“I don’t know,” Yugyeom looked away, somewhat hesitant himself to part with the information, “Like...girls keep disappearing. Not regulars but a lot of people who are new, first timers, etc. And some I get,” Yugyeom held up his hands, “It’s just not always the type of thing for one time goers, but…” He rubbed his neck, “Between us? I saw a girl there one night and not two days later they had missing posters for her...I don’t know, maybe it’s coincidental. Mark said to not think too much about it.”

Jungkook said nothing for a moment, it could be coincidental sure but....”What do you think? You’re the one that’s gotten involved in stuff like this.” Jungkook sighed, heaving his shoulders at Yugyeom’s words, he didn’t know what to think. It was difficult to distinguish what his thoughts were and what his paranoia was.

“I think....” Jungkook’s thoughts lingered back to Cherry Bomb, “You have the right to be careful, I mean, look at what happened at Cherry Bomb…” His gaze was mixed between stoic and mournful as his gaze dragged to you, your hands clapping before wrapping them around Hyerin as you grabbed her penguin stuffie and making it talk, “I’m not saying there isn’t anything illegal going on or if there is at the dungeon. I’m not there enough anymore to really have a say so, and honestly?” He offered a weak smile, “I already have my hands full as it is with the investigation going on at work.”

“Strange things are happening lately,” Yugyeom puffing a breath, stretching out as he yawned, “I’m just gonna sit back and keep us here for now. Besides, Hyerin doesn’t seem too put out about it.” His lips curled into a smile as he gestured over to you both, “Sweetheart,” Hyerin jumped up, her eyes undeniably low and rubbed her eyes as she hurried over, “What time do you think is coming up?”

Hyerin’s lips immediately quivered as she shook her head, “No…! No sleepy time! Not yet!” She laid her head in his lap with a pout, not wanting to go to bed yet despite her eyes slowly falling shut in tiredness. Yugyeom offered a small smile, “Yes sleepy time, it’s getting late. You need to let them go home baby. I’m sure Y/n wants to sleep too.”

Jungkook’s eyes fondly rested on your figure which curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, you were yawning and rubbing your eyes as you laid your head down on the pillow, “Sorry Hyerin,” Jungkook offered a small smile at her whine, “But he’s right. It’s getting late and we have lots to do in the morning. Thanks for letting us come by, I think...it was good for her. You know...with everything going on.”

Yugyeom nodded, offering a smile as his hands ran through Hyerin’s hair who was sulking as she laid her head back in his lap, “Any time. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you both to play together soon baby.”

Jungkook got up from the chair he sat in, walking over before he peered over your figure, your thumb between your lips and your eyes heavy, “Baby, it’s time to go.” You shook your head with a whine as you sprawled out further on the couch showing your comfort making Jungkook chuckle, “Nu-uh baby, we need to go. Hyerin is getting ready for bed time. And so are you for that matter.”

“No Koo!” You whined, pulling the blanket over your head despite your eyes protesting staying open as a yawn escaped you, “Don’t wan’ go yet…!” You whined at hands being placed on you and wiggling the blanket off of you before picking you up. Your lips trembled and sulked but said nothing more as your cheek pressed against his shoulder, his hands wrapping around your bottom to keep you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“She’s getting cranky, we’ll see you later.” Jungkook chuckled at your sulkiness as he waved off Yugyeom and Hyerin who looked like she had already fell asleep, managing to open the door Jungkook walked out to the car before placing you into the passenger side, your lips pouty and plush despite your tired eyes.

Sitting in the driver's seat Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, pulling the hoodie over his head before handing it to you, “You look cold baby, put it on, we’ll be home soon okay?” You wiggled in your seat a little, still pouty but compliant as you pulled his hoodie on, snuggling down into your seat as you yawned again.

The drive was soothing as rain began to gently patter against the windshield, pulling the hoodie on as the distinct smell of cologne took over your senses and it was difficult to not let your eyes gently fall asleep.

Jungkook was lost in his thoughts the whole drive home before he looked over, a tender smile on his face as his brows furrowed a little, carefully caring for you inside the apartment. He wanted to do something for you, anything to see you happy and smiling again. Laying you down he covered you up before laying beside you, his eyes memorising every curve and texture on your face.

Anything for you to be happy, he knew you were putting on a brave face, taking the punches as best you could, but you were struggling, between what was happening at work, between you both and of course, giving up your own home. It wasn’t easy, Jungkook, more than anything wanted you to at least recognize that doing this wasn’t easy. He wished he didn’t have to ask you to do this.

But your safety was his number one priority...Jungkook frowned a little before setting it in his mind, yeah...he did want to do something to help you settle in. Finally a small smile appeared on his lips as he pulled you close, letting your body curl into his as he pressed his lips against your hair. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“It feels....weird tonight,” Your gaze flickered around, you and Jungkook had said you’d come in early to help prep things for tonight as it was the first night of SSU and lots of drinks would be served, tables would be full...or at least thats how it was in past years...you know...before a murder took place here, “Is anyone even gonna show up?”

“A small crowd is better than no crowd,” Jungkook shrugged, “Some people will, you’d be surprised. It is a strip club afterall.” You supposed he was right but...still...you just felt like, it was hard to pretend like things were normal when things were so tense, a lot of workers had ended up quitting and the few who stayed had been particularly quiet coming in and Jungkook had tried his best to ignore all the stares everyone had sent his way.

You felt bad for him in a way, Jungkook came to Seoul to have a new life, yet here he was all these years later getting dragged back down the path he tried his best to escape.

“What about you,” Jungkook perked up a little as he spoke, a grin on his face as he set the table chair down as you tilted your head, “For tonight babygirl? It's the first night of SSU. How do you feel? Nervous?”

Your smile was a little shy and appreciative at his support, he was clearly trying to lighten the mood a little bit and you were glad he was, “Well, I am a little nervous,” You pulled a chair from the table as you set it down, “But no more than I am any other night that I dance. I mean I already danced at Seasonella so this is pretty....mild in comparison.” You offered a weak smile, remembering the raunchy routine you did and not only that, but looking directly at Jungkook while you were at it, “Honestly, I’ll just be glad when we can breath.”

Finishing up at the table you backed up a little as you looked over the table with a nod, Jungkook only wrapped an arm around you as he pressed a kiss against your head, “You’ll do great tonight, you might as well be a soloist already.” You couldn’t stop your giddy smile at his affection and encouragement. More than anything, you just wanted this week to go without a hitch.

“Anything else you need us to do guys?” You called over to the bar where Yoongi and Taehyung were setting up for a night of overload drinks. You were still skeptical if it was really going to be crowded tonight, but it was like Jungkook said, a crowd was a crowd. Not to mention they were doing half off drinks tonight as well to try and entice more unsuspecting people to come.

“We’re all set here, good luck tonight Y/n!” Taehyung gave you a nod as you weakly smiled, you were hardly even concerned about the competition honestly, given everything that had even happened.

You nodded as you bounced a little, “Okay then I’m gonna head back and go get ready for the night, I know you aren’t supposed to be working tonight so…” You trailed off a little, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jungkook smiled, snorting a little.

“What am I supposed to do, go?”

“No!”

“Then what’s with that look?” Jungkook laughed out, leaning down as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, “Me and the others are hanging out tonight and are here for extra help behind stage, so you’ll see me in and out of the back helping things go smooth. It gets a little hectic for all the stage workers around this time of the year.”

You breathed out a little relieved to hear he’d still be staying, leaning up a little you pecked a kiss on his lips that he let linger for a moment before breaking, “Alright, go get ready baby. I’ll be watching for you.” SSU was a competition and you had been to many dance competitions in your day. In some ways, it was hardly any different, skimpy outfits, questionable dancing, it was all just taken to an adult level.

The nerves however, were always the worst when it came to things like this, you made your way to the back where the staffing rooms were and towards the open vanity where all fillers got ready. You expected nothing less when you caught a few people staring at you and a few whispers. Who would’ve thought being associated with Jungkook would eventually be a bad thing.

Granted they used to whisper, just for different reasons. You had learned to tune most of it out but you still felt a lingering shred of doubt in you, they had an actual good reason to stare. After all, there was a dead body in your boyfriend's vanity room. Putting in your earbuds you found some music to distract yourself from your intrusive thoughts as you began on your makeup.

You still had another forty five minutes before Cherry opened and the night would begin.

This next week wasn’t a regular work week, all soloist’s got the week off because all fillers would be given the chance to perform, as a soloist. This was an exciting and nervous moment for most but given you had already been put in as a temporary soloist and been to Seasonella at that, there wasn’t much else for you to experience.

For once, you didn’t feel pressured or scared. You could do this, you just needed to get through this week. You focused on different colors and swirling your brush in pigments before blending them out over your skin, concealer to sharpen lines and give a clean cut. You’ve become much better with makeup since starting here.

And winged eyeliner was considered an easy thing to do within five minutes, even that sticky lash glue you had always given up on had become second nature to you and you spared no expense with glitter, contour and everything else under the sun. In fact, this had become one of your favorite parts of the job, just you, the mirror, music and a brush in hand. Time was consumed and what felt like minutes had turned into an hour and the competition had already started and just like Jungkook said he had made an appearance in the room, a headset on that he was talking through with other crew members as he gathered girls to get lined up at backstage.

It was comforting knowing him and all the others were here, even if they wouldn’t be performing tonight.

Pulling out your headphones you turned off your music before standing up, you’d be on stage soon and you’d need to get into costume. You were already dressed in your lingerie you planned to wear, it was your outer costume that was always a pain, especially when it was so warm in sweats and a comfy shirt, pulling off your clothes you began getting dressed in costume.

You were excited, you and Jungkook worked on this dance together and you were admittedly proud of it, especially given how quick you both had come up with it. Finishing up getting changed you sat back down in your seat, a smile slowly creeping on your face as you noticed how buzzing the chat was.

You shook your head, feeling your nerves a little soothed as you noticed the door opened again Jungkook’s eyes searching the room before a smile tugged on his lips as he gestured you over, standing up you set your phone in your duffel bag before grabbing your shoes and walking over with them in hand, “You’re on in ten babygirl, so we’re gonna get you lined up backstage. Feeling good?”

You walked beside him as you offered a small smile, Jungkook had pushed a part of his headphones off his ear to listen to you as you shook your head, “I’m feeling good!” You nodded, “Some nerves but that’s pretty normal for performances. I’ll be glad once I finish so I can eat, I didn’t want to be bloated on stage so I skipped dinner.”

Jungkook’s lips parted as he suddenly whipped around to stare at you in disbelief as you gave him a guilty smile, “Baby! You said you weren’t hungry! That’s not gonna do at all! We’ll all go out for drinks and something to eat afterwards. After the competition finishes at 10 we can go.”

“Are they closing early tonight?” Cherry? Done at 10? In what world was that possible? You raised a brow in semi amusement making Jungkook laugh a little.

“No, it’s gonna be lowkey afterwards, not a lot of people stay behind but there’s a few that want a few dollars. They do close at two though, I know, sucks that we aren’t working normally.” He wrapped an arm around you giving you a squeeze as you nudged close. Jungkook paused his words, suddenly pulling his headphone back over as he spoke into his mic, “Yeah? Not shocked, alright I’ll go help in room 3.”

Pulling off his headphones he offered a small smile, “There’s a meltdown fight over in one of the smaller vanity rooms, I gotta go do some damage control. Knock em dead baby.” He pressed a kiss on your head as you pouted a little, “Don’t give me that look! I’ll be back in time to watch, just you wait.”

“You should consider getting into more behind the scenes work.” You commented as he walked away, turning around briefly with that bunny smile of his.

“Why else do you think I’m going into videography?”

You shook your head, setting your shoes down as you lined behind a few other girls who were all waiting, you peered a little only to see that there was a large crowd out tonight. Your nose wrinkled a little, “You’d think it’d be a small crowd tonight.” The girl in front of you whispered as you offered a weak nod in agreement, “More money for us at least.” She offered a small smile of her own in encouragement.

She was right but you weren’t concerned with money, you just hoped the crowd was...just a crowd and nothing lurked in it’s midst. You had been telling yourself it was just paranoia but...it was difficult.

Maybe you should consider therapy.

You blinked at the sudden thought before shaking your head. Focus. The line went by fast and admittedly the night had been going just as fast as well. Solo’s never took long and it was typically group pieces that took up a lot of the night. No wonder they’d be closing early today. Eventually you were next up in line as you looked out from the side of the stage, hidden from the crowd. Who would’ve thought tits and half off drinks would get people back after a murder happened here.

People really were shallow creatures.

Setting your shoes down you stepped into them, immediately growing a good six inches as you bounced a little to get comfortable in them as you inhaled as the lights went out, the poles had been lit with LED’s toward giving you a good marker to walk towards, especially with you laying on the floor. Finding the pole you got down, laying on your back as you let your feet lay against the pole. Closing your eyes you took a breath as you waited a moment.

Your breath catching as the bright lights met your closed lids, the music started as you did just as you had choreographed with Jungkook, your back arching up before pressing it back to the floor, your leg slowly pulling to your chest before shooting back up the pole.

Your arms circing up above your head as you let your feet take little steps in the air before pulling to the left and lowering them as you pulled up. The crowd was large and your mind was raddled as you grabbed onto the pole to pull yourself up.

Swiveling around you let yourself drop down as you flashed a flirty smile at the sounds of cheers and whistles on beat, before you stood up, pulling the jacket off and tossing it aside, you could already see a few dollars floating as you grabbed back onto the pole, pulling yourself up. Admittedly the spinning still made you sick occasionally but you had done enough pole routines that you had gotten better with it.

This was one of your favorite songs even if it was EDM and Jungkook was skeptical, he had wanted you to try to do something a little more sensual but you told him you were positive you could pull it, on beat you fan kicked out before spinning around once more as you heard more cheers as you set your feet back on the floor.

Giving a teasing smile as you began to pop the button on your shorts as you leaned back against the pole before turning to face it. Jungkook said it was a bit dancy but you wanted to have fun for SSU and so with respect he let you do as you chose. Grabbing onto the pole you pulled yourself up, transitioning through various poses while spinning around.

The routine was going flawlessly and you found yourself having genuine fun. And in these moments, it felt like, you found yourself. Dropping down to the ground, you pulled your shirt off hearing more cheers as you rocked yourself to the ground, doing a backwards roll before controlling your way down before flipping onto your back as you began to wiggle off your shorts.

Another favorite part you had come up with that had Jungkook laughing when you asked, managing to get one foot out you kicked your other leg up causing the denim to fly out into the crowd.

Enjoying the blue lights that cascaded down and money fluttering in the air as you sat up, walking with dragging feet as you grabbed back onto the pole, your favorite part coming up as you pulled yourself up. Slowly spinning as you managed to wrap your legs around the pole as you went upside down. You were admittedly nervous about this, going with your hands would be difficult with little skin contact despite Jungkook’s suggestion of fishnets to try and avoid a possible slip.

Pulling the bows of lace out from your bodysuit mesh fluttered down as the lights went low causing your body to become a silhouette as you heard whistles and howls as your hands dragged up your body. Carefully grabbed in a reverse grip as you let your legs extend into a straddle before letting your feet find the ground, pulling the straps down on your body suit as you heard the crowd getting restless.

Closing your eyes as you gave a cheeky smile, pushing the bodysuit as you slid down the pole to your knees, folding out before rolling to your back as your legs extended into a straddle, before getting up to your knees as you parted them, finishing pulling off the body suit to show off the glittering rhinestone thong you’d never wear on any other occasion.

Standing up you let the material drop as you sashed back to the pole, dodging bills at your feet to not slip as you swiveled around the pole once more, finishing your routine strong as you ended in your original position.

Breathing out, you pulled off your shoes as two other people came onto the stage picking up money for you to get you off as quickly as possible and the next person on as you quickly grabbed your discarded clothes, grabbing what money you could as you bowed to them quickly before hurrying off stage. The other girls lined up congratulated you as you bowed, wishing them all good luck with a smile before making your way back to the vanity room.

You could hear the distant thrum of bass as you opened the door to the room, breathing in as you let your shoulders relax in relief, “How’d it go?” You looked over, surprised to see Chan Hee ask you a question, she was working on her eyeliner. Sitting in your seat a little ways away from her you grabbed the sports bra from your bag.

“Better than I thought, it felt...natural.” You offered a small smile, pulling the sports bra on as you adjusted the lower band, “Are you nervous?”

Chan Hee leaned back in her seat, a letter in her hands as she hummed, “No…I have nothing to be nervous over...Just... evaluating my options.” You tilted your head in curiosity, holding the crop top in your lap as you watched her in curiosity. The door however opened, Sejin must’ve been working backstage tonight as well as he flagged Chan Hee who stood up, tossing the letter down in her seat as she waved you off.

That was interesting, you shrugged to yourself as you pulled the crop top over your head, it was fitted to your body and snug as you pulled the high waisted jeans up and thigh high boots to match before grabbing an oversized flannel that might have been Jungkook’s. It was his fault he dumped his laundry into your basket…

Unless he did that on purpose...You glared down at the flannel before shaking your head, serves him right if he was too lazy to do his own laundry. You pulled it over your shoulders before grabbing your phone, making your way out of the staffing area feeling like this was luxury to get off work so early. It was crowded tonight and admittedly, you hadn’t seen it this packed since before Seasonella. Squeezing through the crowd you found the table everyone was sitting at as you felt shy walking over upon everyone's cheers in congratulations.

Jungkook had that proud look on his face as he scooped you into his arms in a tight hug, “You did so good up there babygirl!” he praised relentlessly as he pressed little kisses against your head as you giggled, embracing his warmth as you wrapped your arms around him, “There’s no way you aren’t leading this competition. I just know it.”

He kissed your nose making your smile become more shy as he sat you down next to him at the large table you and him had pushed together specifically for the group to sit at, “That was so amazing babe! The lighting, the music, the costume, just ugh!” Rosé gushed with a pout, “You’re totally a dance major, shame on you for trying to make her hide that!” She pointed an accusing finger at Jungkook.

He raised his brows laughing a little as he rubbed his back, “Yeah, yeah blame it on me. I just wanted to make sure everyone knows how sexy my girl is okay? Guess that little major of yours does help huh?” He whispered in your ear, making you shove him bashfully. You were extremely happy at all the compliments you were receiving because...well truthfully it was your first performance you had felt so comfortable with. Maybe because it was being able to incorporate more of your own style of dancing into it. It was fun and you were proud of it.

“Let’s not jinx anything yet! Not everyone has performed.” You looked out over the stage where another girl was dancing, she had gotten a few dollars here and there and a few whistles. But the atmosphere definitely wasn’t the same.

“Pfft, do we even need to watch anyone else perform?” Seokjin stretched out obviously being cocky for you, “You gave a whole show compared to them.” He waved a hand making your lips part at how dismissive he was. How did Rose even survive being trained by him?

“He’s not wrong,” Jimin chimed in, tipping his drink to you, “I mean, you probably made like seven hundred if they tossed twenties up there. Did you get a chance to see what they dropped?” You shook your head, you hadn’t been paying attention outside of trying not to slip on anything.

The stage went black drawing your attention and when it lit up Chan Hee was on, she was just as amazing as always, she had that grit and sexual appeal to carry her anywhere and you were positive she had made just as much if not more than you. And admittedly you enjoy watching her, she had chosen a track off Burlesque which was a great pick in your opinion.

After her performance Seokjin had declared your only competition was done and now he was in the mood for drinks making everyone laugh as you rolled your eyes lightly, going to get your stuff before everyone waved off Yoongi and Taehyung.

Yoongi’s gaze held yours a little longer than everyone else as you thought back to his words, ‘You should pack your bags and go stay with your parents a few weeks until this is all settled.’ You shook your head, not wanting to think about it any longer, how ridiculous, you wrapped yourself against Jungkook whose arm was wrapped around your shoulders as you all exited Cherry Bomb and made your way down to the lounge bar just not too far up the road.

The evening had been fun and it was the first time you had enjoyed yourself, in quite awhile. Everything felt...right. Like it was meant to be, leaned up against Jungkook with his arm around you, laughing amongst all your friends as everyone variously took turns talking about when they first became soloist’s and some of the mishaps they had, “You should’ve seen Hoseok!” Seokjin gagged out with that loud laugh of his, the type he had that he never used when he was on the floor, but genuine, “Him and Jimin had this stupid bet of who could get paid the most. Mind you, Jimin was still a trainee at the time!”

Rosé was smiling but shaking her head in dismay as she rolled her eyes, while Seokjin continued, “They both kept taking shots and by the time Hoseok got on stage,” He could hardly contain his laugh in turn making you giggle along with everyone else, “He finished the dance, but he ended up throwing up all over the girl he lap danced.” Seokjin wheezed out as everyone began laughing along, you could only imagine the havoc that caused.

Hoseok sighed, somewhat proud of the memory as he spoke, “I don’t have a single memory of that night.” For some reason that only made it all the more funny to you. It was hard to believe some of these things happened but then again...It was just so fitting.

“Sejin suspended me from work for three days.” Hoseok had a cheshire like smile as he shrugged, “But hey, maybe I did it on purpose. Twice before.” Your nose wrinkled, you had seen Hoseok tipsy a handful of times, the idea of him being full on drunk? You could see it, you didn’t want to, but you could.

“Ah don’t get me started on him, if we wanna talk about work suspension.” Namjoon pointed an accusing at Jungkook, making you straighten a little to look at him also, he only stayed quiet, a guilty smile creeping onto his lips, looking just as comfortable as before, “How many times did Sejin find you in the bathroom fucking a client when you were a trainee- or better yet, another worker?”

You immediately perked up, twisting fully to face Jungkook who had that dopey boyish grin on his face at the sight of your expression, just asking for him to give away details. “...Too many to count. My favorite was probably when I had three girls in the bathroom, two had come to the club together and one by themselves. Turned out they were all friends and they had gotten into an argument. I’m talking, they were ripping out chunks of hair, cat scratches, the whole nine yard.”

You couldn’t keep the glare on your face as you began to laugh, shaking your head as Jungkook continued, animatedly, “No really! I was so shocked at the bloodshed that I was just sitting there with my dick out looking like an unwanted sausage party.” And once again the table was filled with laughter as Jungkook grinned, “See that was okay, he didn’t care! But finding some girls strap, that she fucking threw at me!? In the morning after work, suspended for three days. Sejin is a weak bitch.”

“He had a suction mark on his forehead for four hours afterwards,” Rosé threw her head back at the memory as she smacked her thigh as Jungkook closed his eyes exasperated but his smile remained, “She hit her mark, didn’t she?”

“I thought I saw Jesus for a moment when she threw it like a ninja star after I said I wasn’t into pegging.” Jungkook laughed lightly, running a hand through his hair as he watched, that look of happiness on his face you loved looking at.

And for a brief moment, you realized that your days would start looking a lot like this permanently. Jungkook, just being himself and happy. You wanted to see him like this all the time from now on. Or at least, you could only hope. And if there was one thing you loved, it was to see him enjoying himself, he deserved it above anyone else, to have a moment to relax and not be so worried about the future.

You both were struggling, relationship wise, with the future, hell even the present sometimes. You liked having a break from it all, even if it was for a few hours at a time. Especially when it reminded you of why you fell in love with Jungkook in the first place. Getting to know him, you’d doubt he’d agree, but you saw him as a beacon of light and charm.

Jungkook was like the sun, he knew all the right things to say in a group setting, he was the person everyone wanted to have at a get together, he knew how to keep the mood going and could always make everyone laugh.

You used to be envious of him for that, but now? All you felt was admiration and love flow through your veins. Even if he was talking about past hook ups and dumb things like this, “You keep staring baby.” Jungkook whispered, making you notice the conversation had shifted from him to Jimin talking about one of Rosé’s incidents on stage.

“And?” You replied back with a whisper making a smile curve on his lips, his forehead setting on yours making you leer a little, but not backing away as his nose bumped against yours.

“And it makes you look angry,” Jungkook jutted his lips into a coaxing pout, his hands grabbing your cheeks as he squeezed them causing a noise of objection from you, “And you know I don’t like it when my baby is mad at me.”

You pushed his hands away with a bashful smile, not saying anything else and instead just curling back against him, resting on your head against his shoulder as you looked up at him with a whisper, “I don’t look angry!”

“You did for a moment!” Jungkook argued back playfully, leaning down a little as he whispered in your ear, “Is it because I was talking about other girls?” You backed against him with a smack making him grunt a little, “So it was?”

“Shut up!” You whined, collapsing against him as he wrapped both of his arms around you, kissing your head, “I wasn’t angry, I just thought it was funny.” Truthfully, you weren’t mad, because why would you be? Hook-ups were one time thing and you knew Jungkook had a lot of funny stories pertaining to them.

You weren’t really sure what Jungkook was going on about, unless…? He was just worried you would be, the thought made you smile, looking up at him you whispered, “Stop worrying! It’s fine.” Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek, looking a little flustered at your words but said nothing more.

You nudged against his shoulder a little before making yourself comfortable as you turned back into the conversation going on, Rosé was curled up in embarrassment as all the others were howling in laughter, “So she leans up into this girl’s ear, too much to drink and she keeps calling me a het because I’m a man and I wouldn’t understand, says to this girl,” Jimin mimicked her obvious drunken movement at the time, “Do you like scissors? Because I know where we could go to get some.”

Seokjin in particular was wheezing, probably all too familiar with this sight as he fell back in his seat, laughter escaping you as well because despite Rosé’s enjoyment of champagne you had never actually seen her so wasted before.

“She was cute!” Rosé whined in justification as everyone laughed at her expense, “To be fair, she did say she was straight afterwards, even consoled me in the bathroom when I started crying. I was right though, women remain superior. No matter how much I love you all.” She pouted a little as she pointed at all the men at the table, “Except for you, kisses for you babe!” She giggled as you fumbled a little, her finger pointing towards you.

“Nope, no kisses allowed.” Jungkook replied, arms squeezing tighter around you making a noisy whine escape you as you tried to pry out of his strong grip, “It shouldn’t take you this long to find a girlfriend. So where’s she at?”

Rosé put a hand on her chest in mocking hurt, “I’m a stripper, of course I don’t have a girlfriend! I profit off men sexualizing me.” She collapsed in her seat with a pout, “What girl is going to come into Cherry Bomb looking at me as wife material instead of something her boyfriend is trying to cheat on her with!”

“A lesbian?” You replied, your brows quirked a little as you offered a weak smile in compensation at her whine, “It’s more likely than you’d think! Besides...you don’t seem too sad to be living the bachelorette life.”

“I’m hurt Y/n!” Rosé cried out making everyone snicker at her theatrics, waving her arms animatedly as she replied, “You’re right, I’ll just die alone...by myself...with no soft butch to hold me tight…” Her words were a little loud making you curl up as you covered your face due to the attention she was attracting.

Some people looked at her strangely but it was clear Rosé and nobody else cared, “Bullshit! You have girls left and right,” Hoseok called out, pointing an accusing finger at her as her brows shot up, speechless making you wheeze along with Jungkook and the others, “Yeah that’s right, you’re a hoe Rosé, you probably have more girls in and out of your bed then all of us combined.”

Rose’s lips quivered and opened and closed, not expecting to be called out before she looked at Jungkook who immediately held up his hands, “Don’t look at me, I have a ball and chain now!” You sharply looked up at him, that boyish smile appearing on his face as he kissed your nose, “My ball and chain.”

“That is not romantic!” You cried out as Jungkook only kissed your cheek as he leaned back away from you as you pouted quickly following suit to lean back against him because it was admittedly drafty in here and leave it to Jungkook to be a living heat radiator, he chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms back around you, making himself comfortable again, “Hoseok’s right, you’re the main whore of the chat now, congrats.”

“W-what about Jimin!” Rosé cried out, pointing a finger at Jimin who only snickered, “He literally just texted us four days ago he was into scat play for four hundred, how is that not whore behavior!?”

“Because baby, I don’t sleep with four different girls in three days. That’s top tier hoe behavior,” Jimin flicked his fingers at Rosé who sulked, “That was one time.” She mumbled with a sulk as she crossed her arms making you smile as you shook your head, “You know we used to compete for that title back when we first became fillers.” Rosé pointed at Jungkook who only smiled.

“And I won.”

“No the fuck you didn’t.” Rosé quickly replied back as they both stared at each other, “Who won.” She turned to Namjoon and Seokjin who both only exchanged looks.

“Jungkook, probably.” Rosé immediately groaned at Namjoon’s words as Jungkook only smiled once more, letting his chin rest on top of your head, “He was a whore, you might have slept with a lot of people but he was like a bitch in heat.”

“I wasn’t that bad…”

“In the morning, between dances, in the bathroom, after work, on days off.” Namjoon began listing scenarios off as he counted them off on his hands, “It’s like this man just discovered he had a functioning dick when he was twenty.”

“Okay! Okay! Shut up, I don’t want her to think I was a total whore!” Jungkook replied quickly, covering your ears making you wiggle as you grabbed his wrists, hearing him say something that was muffled making everyone laugh as you pried off his hands, “They’re just exaggerating baby.” He cooed out.

“You seem more offended by it then I do,” You laughed out as you turned to face him, that stupid smile on his face, not saying anything as he shrugged, “Which I don’t believe by the way. I’m sure it was even worse than what they’re saying.”

Jungkook’s lips parted in offense at your words as everyone howled out laughing, to be fair, it was the truth and it was Rosé’s turn to laugh in glee at Jungkook being left somewhat speechless and offended at your words despite knowing they were absolutely true, “Baby!” It was all Jungkook could say, making laughter spill from your lips, smiling in adoration as you wrapped yourself back against him.

You could at the very least, appreciate his somewhat reserved nature in wanting to talk about any sort of hook ups relating to the past, you didn’t care but you knew he was obviously not that comfortable talking about it. Especially with your relationship still being new. Everyone had enjoyed themselves the rest of the evening.

Laughter was shared as well as drinks in celebration of the first night of SSU and eventually everyone began to go home, you had finished waving off Rose and Jimin who were the last to leave as you yawned, curling up against Jungkook as you mumbled, “It was a nice night.”

Jungkook hummed as he looked down, a small smile on his face as he reached down, his fingers tracing your cheekbone as he spoke softly, “Mhm, you ready to go home baby?” Your lips lifted a little as you nodded.

Yawning Jungkook helped you up as he wrapped an arm around you, having already paid for your drinks and food. It was nearing twelve anyways and they’d be closing soon not to mention you were quite drowsy, it was always easier to keep yourself up and going at work. But after a few drinks and tummy full of food, you were ready to fall asleep.

The air was cool outside causing you to wrap your flannel around yourself more, there had been a temporary pause in the rain but you felt the occasional cool droplets on your skin, luckily it wasn’t too humid tonight.

Wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s waist you let out a small yawn as you leaned against him, walking down the sidewalk where Cherry Bomb was just up the road and Jungkook had parked the car in the back of the lot to the right. You jumped a little at the sound of a crash in the distance, it wasn’t terribly loud, just enough for a trashcan to be knocked over.

A little more awake you looked over your shoulder towards the empty alleyway, Jungkook paused a little following your line of sight, “What baby? See a stray?” You were a sucker for stray cats and it wouldn’t be the first time you made Jungkook find an adoption home late at night to take a cat too first thing in the morning.

You had even done it for a litter of stray puppies once when they were in a box in the alleyway right next to Cherry Bomb, sniffles, sneezes, watery eyes and all, you’d fight through any allergy if it meant your furry friends were safe. But what you heard...didn’t sound like a cat, you could feel a vague ugly feeling well in your stomach as you shook your head, “No, but it probably was something like that.” You didn’t have the interest in finding out. It was hard to believe, you used to not be afraid of walking by yourself at night. You edged a little closer to Jungkook as you both continued to walk, rain beginning to patter once more as you whined, wincing a little at the cool droplets pelting your hair.

“C’mon baby! Let’s hurry!” Jungkook laughed, letting go of you to grab your hand as he tugged you along, naturally your lips curled into a smile, your shoulders lifting a little at the cool rain drizzling once more as you, his bright smile reminding you once more that things were okay.

They were okay for one moment.

It was hard for you to comprehend what happened next, one moment you were hand in hand with Jungkook and the next your vision was blurry and rain was in your eyes, the feeling of being forced back and a cry escaping you at the sudden separation that forced you both apart. One moment you were upright the next your palms were throbbing in pain at being shoved to the ground, “Take them both and get them in the car.”

Your body was trembling in adrenaline as you looked up, rain splattering your skin as you cried out, “Jungkook!” He however, was busy, two men trying to wrestle him down onto the ground but he was far quicker and sharper than them both, a fistful of your hair was yanked and your face was shoved back against the asphalt as you cried out in pain, “You thought you could get away from me little girl?”

Was it rain or was it tears on your face? You squeezed your eyes shut as you sucked in a harsh sob at the pain aching in your scalp at the way you had been manhandled. Within seconds though the pain was suddenly relieved and you were hauled up and being jostled along, your thighs ached and burned and it was difficult to breathe.

Jungkook’s eyes were focused and his hair wet and stuck to his face and you could hear loud pounding footsteps catching up to you both, Jungkook had swerved you both quickly into an alleyway as you fumbled to keep up with his sharp decisive path. Knocking over trash cans and anything else you both could find as you both weaved through the narrow passings.

Your mind was so frazzled you could hardly think, hardly even breath, time felt as if it was extending further and further despite it only being seconds, minutes at most passing as you noted all of the debri must have slowed them down as no one was now tailing you both.

An opening had turned up in the alley way which had led straight to Cherry’s parking lot leading you to believe Jungkook must have been familiar with all the alleyways and led you both in a loop, rain was pouring down and you had only just realized how icy cold your skin was as Jungkook hurriedly ushering you into the car as he shut the passenger door before getting in himself. Your heart pounding out of your chest as Jungkook sped out of the parking lot.

You weren’t even sure how you were holding it together at the moment, what you did know was that not a single word was spoken between you both the entire ride home.

Note: :\ no thoughts just mc needing a real long hug after this

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winterwolf0916 · 4 years

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Batboys with a Medium! S/O

Request: If you're still accepting Batfam requests; may I request Batboys having a medium S/O? It takes a toll on them if they witness things from horror movies A/N: Happy late spooky day. Also I apologize this is short. I felt really down today and I just felt so...sad for so many reasons. Anywho who cares... At the end of the day, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, right? Word Count: 1K

Dick

This man thought you were joking

A medium?

Fr?

Yeah he fought aliens, atlanteans-

He was raised well enough to know to never fuck with Amazons. He knows they’ll kick his ass but they adore him like a little baby

-people, crooks, animal like people, and a couple of other beings that are just questionable.

Yeah he remembers a lot of horror movies with those sorts

Yeah he went against some “monsters” who actually turned out to be people like an episode of Scooby Doo.

But come on, ghosts?

Oh how he ate those words

He was only brushing his teeth in his apartment until he felt the room go cold and saw a woman with a half ripped face appearing in the mirror.

-Was that Dick screaming?-

You sighed and grabbed your items for communication since you’ve figured the apartment was haunted for like a good 2 weeks

Dick tried to stop you from ever entering the room

He should’ve listened to you but nooooo

His jaw dropped when he barged in the bathroom to find you and the lady giggling.

Turns out she thought her relatives still lived here and she wanted to give them a scare

Woops

After that night he believed you and promised to never make fun of the paranormal ever again

You help him so much on patrols

You get visions of the future and warn him about secret plans from every single villain

“Aha! It seems like you have fallen for-why is my henchman in my trap?”

-Cue Penguin hanging off of a building and police cars surrounding him-

On a special day, it was Dick’s birthday

You woke him up before the sun was out and pulled him to the couch

He was confused before you held his hands and told him to close his eyes before-

Oh…

He sees his parents

He also communicated with them by your help

After a few hours, he was awakened from the couch and you gave a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday.”

Jason

“Am...Am I a ghost or a zombie to you?”

He was teasing of course.

He died ok?

So of course he believes in the paranormal but he wouldn’t think they would do so much harm.

Until one night...

You pleaded him not to go out for patrol

Since earlier in the day you got a vision predicting how the night will go for Jason

He’s can’t miss patrol for the night he said

No reason to be scared of that warehouse he said

He’ll be alright, he said…

Please say sike right now

As soon as he returned home, he was so shaken up.

Jason has always been so tough on the outside but this…

His walls were cracked open to the point where you could sense his dangerous aurora broken apart.

You were pretty angry at the spirits of what they did to your boyfriend

He was trying his best not to act afraid in front of you and flinch by your touch

As he was fast asleep and you cleared away the bad dreams, you left to the warehouse and spoke with the spirits

Turns out those bastards were having a blast reminding him of the terrible trauma.

Oh was that how they felt?

You cracked your knuckles and gave those suckers a hell of vanishing.

How bad?

You caused a slight earthquake at Gotham Harbor giving those assholes thousands of punishments in various painful ways

Not a single soul decides to mess with Jason because of what happened that night

Like Dick, you and Jason would meditate so he could talk to his parents or his old friends.

He now believes you.

Tim

Ghosts?

Spirits???

Supernatural??????

This man sometimes uses tactics to keep himself awake at night

Watching horror movies was one of them

It was a semi for believing

He would sometimes be paranoid for certain things

Like someone watching him

Then after he confessed of his paranoia, it was strange that he never encountered that feeling again.

-You scared off a spirit that has been haunting him for the past month-

You would remind him where his items are before he could even ask or notice they were missing

“You left your jacket at the library.” “Your keys are on the counter hon.”

Or “Babe have you seen my-” You pointed at the closet while going on your phone.

There are times when Tim have to leave for patrol after countless of all nighters

Which is something ludicrous and dangerous because one slip up could cost his life.

And you being you, would sometimes expose who was the one holding masacres or the location of the criminal to Bruce.

Or ask a friendly spirit of yours to haunt a crook for a short while so Tim would get some sleep instead of leaving for the night and haven't slept for a solid five days

Making sure he doesn’t get nightmares

You would give him calming dreams and making sure he has enough energy when he wakes up.

-You debating with Tim that tea was better than coffee-

Him asking odd questions.

“Is mothman real?” “Huh?” “Yeah, you’re right that’s too extreme… How about werewolves?”

He’s too cute

Damian

PFFT

In the beginning he thought you were pranking him but he slowly starts to believe you

Like-

“Beloved I told you I can’t-”

“Careful, you’re going to hit your face.”

“Wha-” the door slammed right on his face with full speed.

-Jason died that day-

Another time was when you were meditating while he was having trouble training

You helped him by asking a few favors from the spirits and the next day, his arm was better.

You were like Oracle to Damian during his missions.

And his missions were pretty fast because of your visions

When one of his pets died, he felt so down for months.

So you did everything in your power to help him communicate with this deceased pet.

He felt better

Whenever your visions get intense and you start to get dizzy, he’ll always catch you when you go unconscious or fall back

You and Damian meditating together

Comforting him when he has nightmares and clearing them away

Damian pranking on Jon by using your tools for communication

When the Superson entered his room, there was a faint scream and sounds of furniture crashing.

Damian was cackling as Jon came back to the living room and his face was pale

Boy, you were angry

You gave Damian a taste of his own medicine for a good 2 days before he asked -begged- for you to stop.

“Now you see how Jon feels.” “There’s a difference. I remained strong for 2 days while he couldn’t last five minutes.” “Ok then, I guess I could ask Benny to for a visit-” “L/n, put the Ouija Board down.”

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a-secret-bolton-vampire · 3 years

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Been wanting to do this one for a long while. Thinking a lot about Fire and Blood because House of the Dragon is coming up, and there are quite a lot of parallels between the Dance of the Dragons and the main ASOIAF series. More below...

The Dance of the Dragons happened, in part, because the legitimacy of Rhaenyra's children was in question. Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey (how fitting, two bastard children named Joffrey) had brown hair instead of the typical silver-blonde hair of Targaryen and Velaryon children, and their father was not Laenor Velaryon, but rather Harwin Strong. Because of this, Rhaenyra's claim to the Iron Throne was contested, since her heirs would be bastards.

Not too dissimilar to the beginning of the War of the Five Kings, where Cersei, the beautiful queen of King Robert, fathered three bastard children in secret with her brother Jaime, all of them with the golden blond hair of the Lannisters. Then when Robert died, Joffrey ascended the throne, and Ned backed Stannis, who was in truth the rightful heir to the throne... we all know how that went of course. Also, while Rhaenyra's Joffrey was the youngest of the three, Cersei's Joffrey was the oldest of the three.

Rhaenyra and Cersei are very strong parallels. Rhaenyra was secretly involved in an affair with a family member (her uncle Daemon) whilst Cersei was involved in a secret affair with her own family member (brother Jaime). The difference, of course, being that Rhaenyra ended up marrying Daemon because Targs do Targ things, and Cersei just kept her affair with Jaime secret because they weren't Targs. In addition, Rhaenyra ended up losing all three of her children, becoming more and more bitter and distraught, becoming prone to paranoia.

Meanwhile, Cersei has thus far only lost Joffrey, but the valonqar prophecy states she will lose all three of her children. Like Rhaenyra, though, after the death of Joffrey, she does become more prone to paranoia and is increasingly bitter. Rhaenyra was eventually fed to Sunfyre by her half-brother Aegon. If Jaime is truly the valonqar, then Cersei might end up being killed by her brother as well. Eventually, Rhaenyra did end up becoming estranged from Daemon, and currently Cersei is estranged from Jaime.

However, a better Dance parallel with Cersei and Jaime is Rhaenyra and Criston Cole. They were lovers, a future queen with a member of the Kingsguard. They later suffered some sort of estrangement (the nature of which is a source of conflict in terms of what is real) that led to Criston eventually siding with the greens over the blacks during the Dance. Criston also was made Hand of the King, while Cersei presses for Jaime to be made Hand, but he refuses the position.

However, Rhaenyra isn't the only Cersei parallel. Alicent Hightower is another. Like Cersei, she supports her eldest son in claiming the throne against its lawful heir, and is the dowager queen of the former king... And she is the daughter of the Hand of the King, who is a member of one of the richest, most powerful families in the kingdoms. However, Rh

But the parallels run even deeper than that. It shocked me to see how far these go. The story of Aegon III and Viserys II as children is not too dissimilar to both the story of Daenerys and Viserys after Robert's Rebellion and some of the Stark children. Like Dany and Viserys, Viserys II ended up spending a lot of time in the Free Cities, specifically Lys, although he was captured in battle and returned as a hostage, whereas Dany and Viserys spent time in Illyrio's mansion as guests. Arya also went to Braavos, a Free City, but that's about where the similarities end so that isn't very intentional, I think.

Nonetheless, both Aegon and Viserys spent the majority of the war separated from each other and only reunited after it ended. Likewise, the Stark children were separated from each other for the majority of the war as well, and seem poised to reunite after the initial War of the Five Kings is over. And speaking of Starks, Aegon III does have a slight parallel with Bran.

As confirmed by George, Bran will be the King of Westeros by the end of the books, and there is a moniker given to him in the show that actually does appear in the books, of Bran the Broken. Meanwhile, at the end of the Dance, Aegon is now the King, and he is known as the Broken King, because of his extreme PTSD and depression from his traumatic experiences during the war.

Doesn't even end there. Now we get into some of, in my opinion, the biggest parallels with the Dance and ASOIAF proper. We all know about R+L=J, and the Dance has not one, but two big nods to this. First is the story told by Mushroom of when Jacaerys visited Winterfell. Supposedly, he fell in love with Cregan's bastard half-sister Sara Snow, and the two secretly wed before the Winterfell heart tree. Regardless of the validity of the story, Cregan and Jace did end up agreeing to what was called the Pact of Ice and Fire, wherein Jace's firstborn daughter would marry Cregan's son Rickon... son of a Targaryen king marrying the daughter of Lord Stark? Hmmm....

However, the other one is a lot more significant, to me anyways, and that would be the relationship between Crown Prince Aemond One-Eye and Alys Rivers. During the Dance, when Aemond took over Harrenhal, he took Alys Rivers as his paramour. The mysterious Alys was said to be a witch who was a bastard of House Strong, a House that has strong ties to the First Men. So, Valyrian crown prince and a First Man woman in love... but don't worry, it gets extremely apparent afterwards.

Aemond impregnates Alys and leaves her in a tower to go fight Daemon, during which Aemond is killed, leaving Alys all alone. Rhaegar impregnates Lyanna and leaves her in a tower to go fight Robert, during which Rhaegar is killed and leaves Alys all alone... then, years later, during winter, the Hand of the King Tyland Lannister tries to get together a force to retake Harrenhal, as it is held by brigands and thieves and broken men, only to find Alys there... with a young child she calls her and Aemond's trueborn son, and the rightful King of Westeros.

If that isn't enough for you, there is a very distinct similarity in the armour of Rhaegar and Aemond. Rhaegar's armour is mentioned to have been;

Seventeen and new to knighthood, Rhaegar Targaryen had worn black plate over golden ringmail when he cantered onto the lists.

And:

The day had been windy when he said farewell to Rhaegar, in the yard of the Red Keep. The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate.

Compare this to Aemond's own armour.

Vhagar had come at last, and on her back rode the one-eyed Prince Aemond Targaryen, clad in nightblack armor chased with gold.

It seems clear to me that George is trying to tell us something. I think Aemond and Alys are a sort of dark mirror to Rhaegar and Lyanna. Rhaegar was considered a very noble, chivalrous prince who was well loved by the smallfolk, and Lyanna had a strong sense of Stark justice (as seen in the Knight of the Laughing Tree story). Meanwhile, Aemond was a narcissistic, psychopathic mass murderer who seems almost Ramsay-esque in his demeanour. And Alys seems more power hungry and eventually took over Harrenhal as its witch queen. But the fact they have what Alys claims to be their trueborn child and true king of Westeros does strongly suggest Rhaegar and Lyanna did eventually marry and Jon is their trueborn son, not a bastard.

I hoped I would be done by now, but there is still even more parallels. Cregan Stark and Eddard Stark are parallels and foils. Ned becomes Hand of the King and travels south to uncover who poisoned the previous Hand of the King, before the War of the Five Kings starts. Meanwhile, Cregan travels south and arrives at King's Landing after the Dance was over, then becomes Hand of the King to uncover who poisoned the previous king (Aegon II). However, while Ned was cautious and not really a big player of the game of thrones, Cregan was ambitious and knew what he was doing, even if his actions weren't always the best (attacking Storm's End, Oldtown, and Casterly Rock after the war was essentially over? Not a good idea, Stark).

The Regency of Aegon III in and of itself is a metacommentary to the writing process of ASOIAF. Originally, after GRRM finished ASOS, he decided to do a 5-year gap between that and what was to be ADWD. However, that ended up not working out, so he scrapped it all together. During that time, Tommen would've remained king, and his reign would be under a regency. So thus, Aegon III having a 5-year regency (from 131 to 136 AC) during that time alludes to that.

And then you get to Unwin Peake, my least favourite character in Fire and Blood. He appears to be a combination of Mace Tyrell and Randyll Tarly. Personality wise, he is very much like Randyll. He is a very outspoken misogynist, a very proud man, and a noted warrior wielding a Valyrian steel blade (that he likely stole from Tumbleton since Orphan-Maker was from House Roxton originally). He also changed out Aegon III's master-at-arms to be Gareth Long, who was a very harsh taskmaster, who routinely engaged in abusive tactics with the boys he trained when they didn't meet his expectations, including days without sleep, doused in tubs of ice water, being beat, and having their heads shaved, which is very reminiscent of Randyll's abuse of Sam as a child.

Unwin and Randyll also dealt with lawful punishment in very harsh ways, as seen by Randyll's treatment of those who break the law at Maidenpool, and Unwin's clearing the Red Keep cells during the Feast of Our Father Above. However, Unwin has a lot of similarities with Mace Tyrell as well. Mace is on the small council, and has routinely tried to engage in nepotism by implanting allies and family members of his into positions at the council and at King's Landing, including marrying Margaery to the king, becoming Hand of the King, having Paxter Redwyne be the lord admiral and Randyll Tarly the lord justiciar, try to bring his uncle Garth to become the new master of coin, and Garth's bastard sons to join the gold cloaks, not to mention the Conclave nearly sending his uncle Gormon to become the new Grand Maester (something Mace will surely approve of), Mace having his son Loras join the Kingsguard, and even try to betroth his heir Willas to Myrcella.

Meanwhile, Unwin engaged in much more rampant and unchecked nepotism. He was Hand of the King and Lord Regent, had Ser Gareth as master-at-arms at the Red Keep, since he was master-at-arms at Starpike, while his widowed aunt Clarice Osgrey was put in charge of Queen Jaehaera's household, Lord George Graceford (a member of the Caltrops that Peake himself was involved in) was appointed as the Lord Confessor, and Ser Victor Risley, the other surviving member of the Caltrops, was appointed to the position of the King's Justice.

He even dismissed Septon Eustace and replaced him with Septon Bernard, another relative of his. He also had his nephew Amaury and his bastard half-brother Ser Mervyn Flowers put onto the Kingsguard, while his uncle Gedmund was made the master of ships. Not to mention his attempted marriage between his daughter Myrielle and Aegon III. So basically the Peakes are the Tyrells of their day, trying to take control of the Seven Kingdoms and the Iron Throne.

And that is all that I can remember! I'm sure there is a lot more, but it's striking to see just how many parallels there are between the Dance and ASOIAF itself.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #dance of the dragons #fire and blood #war of the five kings #asoiaf parallels

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cherienymphe · 4 years

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Protect & Serve II (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: Cop!Steve, mentions of abuse, gaslighting, STALKING, HARASSMENT, eventual KIDNAPPING/NON-CON

IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DNI

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summary: escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is

The next day, you took the time to go outside and walk around your house. You stopped below your bedroom window, eyeing the wall and frowning as you looked around. You weren’t getting much sleep, so perhaps Officer Rogers was right. Maybe it could have been an animal…

Your thoughts turned sour as you thought of the blond man.

It was impressive really, how quickly his demeanor had changed in only a matter of hours. You didn’t know the man, at all, so perhaps it was a bit assuming of you to think such a thing, but you couldn’t ignore the evident shift in his behavior. Was he…upset that you’d turned him down?

With a shake of your head, you made your way to your car. As soon as you settled inside, something felt off. You looked around, unsure as to why that was, but something just did. Brushing it off as your own paranoia, you started your car and began your drive to Walmart.

You hadn’t brought much when you moved back, and you found yourself in need of the simplest of things like tape and a hammer…possibly even a machete. You shook your head, determined to swallow your paranoia. You had grown up here. You knew firsthand how safe this town was.

Your shopping excursion didn’t last long, but when you left the store and made your way back to your car, you noted a police officer behind it. You frowned, picking up your pace when you realized that he…was writing you a ticket.

“Excuse me,” you called.

He looked up, and the familiar blue of his eyes gave you pause, but other than that, he was completely unfamiliar to you. His neat brown hair was pushed away from his face, and light stubble decorated his jaw.

“Is this your vehicle?” he asked.

“Yes, it is. What’s going on?”

He didn’t respond, instead beckoning you forward before pointing. You stood beside him and blinked at your busted taillight.

“Normally, I’d give a warning to get it fixed as soon as possible, but the boss has been cracking down lately. Sorry,” he halfheartedly apologized before handing you the slip of paper.

You sighed when you realized that the man who towed your car to your house must have been extremely rough. You called out to the brunette as he turned to leave.

“Um… Look, this isn’t an excuse or anything, I promise, but my car was brought to my house yesterday. The man who brought it was clearly careless with it. I didn’t even notice…”

He sighed, eyeing you.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do. Just pay the fine and get it fixed as soon as possible,” he told you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you were interrupted.

“Is there a problem officer?”

You turned towards the familiar voice with wide eyes and noticed the teasing grin on his lips as he stared at the other man.

“This man bothering you, ma’am?” he wondered, looking at you.

“Steve, let me do my job,” the cop huffed.

“It’s a broken taillight, Buck. Hardly a danger in this tiny town…”

With a start, you realized that they knew each other. Of course, they would. There were only so many cops in this town, and they all worked at the same station. Steve’s grin, however, told you that they were closer than just the average coworkers though.

“Giving poor women tickets for a taillight isn’t what the boss meant by do better, and you know it,” he said, taking the paper out of your hands before you could protest. “Besides, I’m responsible for it, anyway, so I’ll deal with it.”

Your eyes widened when he ripped up the ticket, but the officer, Buck is what Steve called him, didn’t protest. He merely sighed, tone filled with exasperation.

“It’s your ass,” he threw at Steve before glancing at you. “Sorry to bother you. Have a great day.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said as soon as the other cop was gone.

“Don’t be silly. I am responsible. Can’t let you pay for something so ridiculous,” he said, reaching for you. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

You hesitated with a frown.

“My car is perfectly fine. I can drive home but thank you though.”

Steve eyed you.

“You have a broken taillight. If another cop stops you, you will get a ticket, and I won’t be there to intervene that time,” he responded.

You wanted to tell him that you didn’t ask him to the first time, but you held your tongue.

“Really, Officer Rogers, it’s-.”

“My car is just over here,” he pointed to a sleek black vehicle.

Again, you were reluctant. He’d asked you out, and when you turned him down, it would be stupid to deny the 180 his attitude had taken. You didn’t want to send the wrong message by accepting yet another ride home from him. But unfortunately, he was making some points.

“Look, I’ll get your taillight fixed, and leave the rest to you so that you can make sure no harm comes to your car this time,” he offered.

Again, if you agreed, you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s appropriate-.”

He cut you off with a laugh.

“I’m not gearing up to ask you out again. Scout’s honor. I just feel bad…”

Your heart clenched, realizing that he was offering out of guilt, and reluctantly, you agreed. He led you towards his car and opened the passenger door for you. He waited until you were settled in, but unfortunately, you were having trouble with the seatbelt.

“Here, it’s tricky…”

You sharply inhaled when he bent down to lean in, reaching over to click it in place. His hand brushed over your stomach when he pulled back, and you blinked, wondering if you read too much into that. He had closed the door and was slipping into the driver’s side in no time.

The ride to your house was silent. There was tension in the air, but you wondered if it was purely your own doing. You didn’t feel comfortable accepting rides from strangers, no matter what their profession was, and a few run ins with Steve didn’t mean anything to you. He was still a stranger.

You quietly thanked him when he pulled into your yard, exiting the car without a backwards glance. You waved him goodbye as you entered your house, but just like last time, he didn’t leave right away. You watched through the window as he sat there for a worrying amount of time. His windows were tinted, so you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could’ve sworn you felt the heat of his gaze. Eventually, he drove off, and you sighed in relief.

The next night, you were woken up by a noise coming from behind your house. Rousing from sleep, you were convinced you’d imagined it. You had rolled over, determined to go back to sleep, but your eyes flew open when you heard it again.

You sat up in bed with wide eyes, listening for it. A few minutes passed with nothing but silence, but then you heard a noise coming from below your window. Frozen with fear, you listened as the bumping noises traveled around the house. Swallowing that fear down, you threw your covers back and slowly, but surely, descended the stairs.

One of your steps creaked, and you remembered to step over it. You glanced at all of the windows as you stood in the living room, not seeing any shadows through the thin curtains. You heard another noise coming from your left, and you slowly made your way into the kitchen. You didn’t hear anything else and considered going back to bed, telling yourself that it was just some animal.

You aren’t in the city anymore, you had to remind yourself.

However, when you turned your head to the right, towards the kitchen window, you could see a shadow through the curtains. A yelp left your lips, and you stumbled back before hurrying up the stairs. You could hear banging on your front door, now, but you were already dialing 911.

You locked yourself in your room as you waited for the police to arrive. Like before, it took no time to hear the sirens approaching, but this time, you didn’t open your door until you heard your name being called. You shakily exited your house, arms folded over your chest as you came face to face with Steve again…and the officer from earlier.

Steve approached you while you stood on the front porch, and you explained to him what happened. The other man stood by the car, looking around, gaze hard. Steve told you that they’d secure the perimeter of the property. You leaned against your door and waited while they did so.

Frustration bubbled up within you minutes later when Steve shook his head, approaching you. His partner slowly went to stand in between him and the cruiser, eyeing both of you.

“Can you…check again? Please? This is the second time this has happened, and I know I’m not going crazy,” you begged. “They were banging on my door.”

Steve exhaled before he slowly nodded. He made a gesture to the other cop, and you watched as he moved to scope out the property again.

“Bucky’s going to check out the place again. Are you getting enough sleep?” Steve asked you.

Your eyes cut to him, and you frowned, not liking his insinuation.

“Of course. There was someone here,” you told him.

He nodded.

“I want to believe you. You say you saw someone in your yard, and I’ll believe that you did. Its just…”

He looked away with a sigh.

“We don’t get a lot of crime in this town. Nothing more serious than some bored teens stealing some gas, anyway,” he told you.

You did your best to keep your voice even as you narrowed your eyes.

“I know that. I grew up here, Officer Rogers.”

His lips thinned, and he nodded.

“I understand. I’m just saying that it’s unusual.”

“Believe me, I know that its unusual. Hence, why I’m calling you guys because this isn’t okay. Someone is skulking about my yard and making noises and-.”

“It’s all clear,” the other officer, Bucky, said as he glided around the side of the house.

You heaved a heavy sigh at that, placing your hands on your hips as you looked to Steve again.

“So what are my options? What can I do about this?”

His lips parted, and he glanced away, seemingly hesitant to speak. You blinked and let out a scoff, a humorless chuckle escaping you.

“Let me guess… There really isn’t much you can do because, as far as you know, no crime has been committed. Am I correct? I’m not hurt, and no one has been caught on the property, so…until then, your hands are tied,” you recited the words you’ve heard on thousands of crime documentaries.

“Everything you’ve said is correct,” he confirmed.

“So that’s what we do? Wait for someone to break into my house and kill me?”

“I’m just doing my job,” he defended, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah…I know,” you murmured. “Thanks, anyway.”

You left him on the porch and closed your door just a tad too hard behind you.

Unfortunately for you, the nights that followed went much the same. You’d be roused from sleep sometime in the night, and again, you’d convince yourself it was some animal, but like always, you’d go downstairs. It would take some minutes, but eventually you’d see a silhouette through your curtains, and every time, you’d call 911.

It was always Steve who showed up. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes he’d have that other officer, Bucky, with him. For some reason, you got the feeling that Bucky didn’t like you. You supposed that you couldn’t blame him. Night after night you called the cops on some perpetrator who they had yet to even see. It was probably frustrating, but you guaranteed it was a thousand times more frustrating for you.

On the 7th night, after walking around the property a total of 3 times, Steve approached you with a sigh. You already knew where this was going before he even opened his mouth, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not crazy,” you told him before he could even speak.

“I never said you were,” he responded in that placating tone that was becoming all too familiar to you.

It was starting to wear on your nerves.

“Someone is out here every night. They are messing with me!” you desperately said.

He pursed his lips, taking a step towards you, and you eyed him.

“Look, Y/N… I’ve seen this behavior before, and it isn’t uncommon-.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about victims of abuse.”

Your eyes widened, and your heart dropped to your stomach. You looked at him as if he’d punched you in the gut, and never mind how he knew, but the audacity to throw it in your face so callously. You took a deep breath before you spoke.

“Excuse me?” you gasped, a frown on your face.

He sighed.

“Your body language,” he explained. “I could tell from the first moment I met you. They train us for things like that.”

“I don’t care what they train you for. It’s incredibly rude of you-.”

“This is common with people like you. You’re paranoid, your thoughts get the best of you, you convince yourself of things that aren’t happening…”

Your head started swimming, and you felt like you were going to pass out. How dare he!

“You’re not crazy, just…traumatized, Y/N” he finished.

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him now. God, you wanted to wipe that look off of his pretty face, but he’d probably arrest you.

“Whatever has happened in the past has nothing to do with what’s happening now. Someone is tormenting me every night, and it seems like you won’t take me seriously until I’m dead,” you spat. “…and that’s Ms. Y/L/N to you.”

You turned and slammed the door in his face before he could respond.

You didn’t sleep much that night, too frustrated and angry. Why did he think it was appropriate to throw that in your face like that? It didn’t negate the fact that someone was prowling around your house almost every night, and no one was taking you seriously. You were growing worried, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before this started to affect your daily life too. You couldn’t be dealing with this when school started, and Wanda agreed.

“Have you tried talking to someone?”

You frowned at her.

“What? Like…a therapist?”

She rushed to continue at the look on your face.

“I’m not saying that you’re imagining it. We both know that nothing serious ever happens in this town, but I’m not naïve enough to completely write off any possibility. I just think that if you show that you’re dealing with whatever happened to you, and you have credible support to agree that you aren’t imagining things, maybe Steve and the rest will be more inclined to take this seriously.”

It sounded like a good idea, but you didn’t think it should come to that, and that’s what you told her.

“You’re right, but what else can you do? Eventually, they’re going to stop taking your calls seriously and might even charge you for a false 911 call.”

You groaned.

“God, I bet Officer Rogers is telling everyone at the station what a nut I am,” you whispered, resting your forehead on your hands.

“Steve’s not like that. He’s just concerned. Are you sure you didn’t misinterpret what he said?”

You scoffed.

“There was no misunderstanding about it. He threw my past in my face in the most callous way possible and proceeded to use it as evidence to support his claim that I am simply imagining things.”

“That just…doesn’t sound like Steve,” she hummed.

“Of course, it doesn’t,” you mumbled just as the bell dinged, signaling customers entering the diner.

Wanda looked up, and by the look on her face, you knew who had just come in.

“Welcome in,” she greeted, standing.

Her voice drifted away, and you assumed she was seating them to a table. You closed your eyes and rubbed your temples, mulling over what to do. You were preparing yourself for another sleepless night. You were pulled from your thoughts by the clearing of a throat, and you opened your eyes, gaze connecting with a familiar one.

Steve stood in front of you, sans uniform, and threw you a small smile. His hair wasn’t so neat today, a couple strands kissing his forehead. He was wearing a plain fitted white tee. The last time you saw him out of uniform, he’d had on a leather jacket, and it put your nerves on end to confirm that he was indeed as muscular as you thought.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” he greeted. “Can I steal you away for a moment?”

The hesitation must have been written all over your face, so he continued.

“I wanted to apologize for last night.”

You gave a jerky nod and stood, following him outside. You folded your arms over your chest as you waited for him to speak.

“I shouldn’t have said that last night. It was uncalled for, and while I had the best intentions, it was still wrong. I’m sorry,” he said.

You simply nodded and watched as he darted his tongue out to swipe over his bottom lip.

“…I was correct in my assumption though, wasn’t I?”

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business. Besides, you seemed sure enough in your assumption last night,” you told him.

Steve took a step towards you, and you eyed him.

“I know it isn’t any of my business, but it doesn’t have to be that way…”

Your brows furrowed.

“People in this town, they don’t just see Officer Rogers when they look at me. They see someone they trust…a friend. They confide in me, and I want you to feel comfortable to do the same.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that.

“I do want to help you. I know it may not seem like it, but it’s the truth. I imagine this is quite hard for you,” he continued.

“It is,” you confirmed. “…and that’s why its so frustrating that nothing is being done.”

“I wish I could do more, but my ranking prevents that. If I had it my way, I’d stakeout your house every night,” he confessed.

“You’d do that?” you wondered hopefully.

He took another step towards you.

“I would. My superiors don’t have to know everything I do at night…”

You only took note of his close proximity when you realized you could feel his body heat. You squirmed under his gaze, and he chuckled.

“Unfortunately, I can’t though. If they found out, I’d have no good excuse for being there so late at night. It would be a different story if we were, let’s say, seeing each other, but that isn’t the case…,” he trailed off.

Your heart skipped a beat, and your mind whirled, wondering if you were imagining the implications behind his words, perhaps misinterpreting the way he worded that. You blinked when he took another step closer, eyes gleaming.

“It’s really a shame too, because I know it won’t be long before they hit you with a charge for a false emergency call,” he admitted, and your eyes widened.

He tilted his head at you, a frown on his own face.

“If things were perhaps…different, there’d be a lot more that I could do, but unfortunately for you, they aren’t.”

No.

You weren’t crazy.

The man before you was definitely insinuating what you suspected he was, and your stomach churned. You stumbled back, away from him, heart going haywire in your chest as you ran your eyes over him.

“No…they aren’t. If you’ll excuse me,” you rushed out, jerking the door of the diner open.

You were quick to grab your purse, tensing when you heard him enter behind you. Wanda called out to you, but you were already out of the door, not sparing Steve Rogers a glance.

Days later, you were pushing your grocery cart to your car, glad to have it back. Your taillight was fixed, and you’d been the only one responsible for driving it home. Per your inspection, there was no more damage done to it.

You’d just parked it beside the vehicle, preparing to load your groceries inside when you heard someone calling for you. You didn’t realize they were trying to get your attention at first, after all “ma’am” wasn’t exactly specific. However, when you looked up, your eyes met the grocer who often bagged them for you.

He was holding a bag as he ran towards you, brown hair bouncing, and he panted as he slowed. He held the bag out, nearing you with a smile.

“You forgot this,” he said, short of breath.

“Oh! Thank you,” you told him, taking it from his hand. “I didn’t even notice. Sorry you had to run all the way out here.”

“It’s no problem,” he cheerily told you. “I wanted to anyway. Didn’t want you to miss them.”

You threw him an appreciate smile, and he opened his mouth to say something else when something over your shoulder caught his attention.

“How would May feel about you flirting with customers instead of doing your job?” a familiar voice teased.

You jumped, glancing over your shoulder to find none other than Steve there, in uniform as he leaned against the back of your car, a smile playing on his lips. The kid before you grumbled.

“I wasn’t flirting, Officer Rogers,” he mumbled, face flushed. “I was just returning some groceries she left.”

“Sure,” Steve mocked, making the kid’s face redden more.

You frowned at him, not liking the way he was embarrassing the teen.

“Thank you,” you told him again, throwing him a strained smile, trying to convey how sorry you were for the blond man’s behavior.

He nodded, throwing one last look at Steve before sulking away. You sighed, unlocking your car.

“You didn’t have to embarrass him like that, you know.”

Steve stepped closer, and you threw him a withering look.

“I was only teasing. Peter knows that. Here, let me help you-.”

“I’ve got it,” you interrupted, but he didn’t listen.

You huffed as he loaded your groceries into the backseat. When he was done, he stepped back, and he placed his hand on your waist to move you back while he closed the door, causing your eyes to widen. His fingers trailed from your waist to your stomach when he moved to push the cart away, and you stumbled back. The encounter happened so fast that you wondered if you’d imagined it to be something it wasn’t.

You were still stunned when he made his way back to you, and you made sure you were far away when he opened your door for you. Eyeing him, you tightened your grip on your purse and your keys before shakily sliding into the seat. You went to close the door, but he prevented you from doing so.

Your grip on the door handle tightened as he pressed one hand to the top of the door, stepping closer as he pressed the other to the hood of your car over your head. Goosebumps broke out over your flesh at his close proximity, and as you looked around, you realized that no one would think anything of it. Officer Steve Rogers, ever the helpful gentleman, was simply helping a woman with her groceries and into her car.

You looked away from him, staring through the windshield just as he spoke.

“I see you haven’t called the station in a few days. Does that mean everything’s alright?”

You swallowed.

No. Everything wasn’t alright. In fact, it was the opposite. The noises had never stopped, sometimes even escalating to knocks on your door. That never lasted long though. 5 to 7 minutes at the most, and each night you just had to force yourself to ignore it. What could you do? If you called again, and they found no one there, you’d be charged. Steve had said so himself.

“Yes,” you lied. “Everything’s fine, now.”

He hummed, leaning in, and you darted your eyes to meet his.

“I’m glad to hear that. I thought that maybe you’d heeded my warning. Either way, I’m happy. The last thing I’d want to see is you doing some minor jail time for a false 911 call. That’s a misdemeanor, you know,” he informed you.

You clenched your jaw.

“Yes, I know,” you bit out.

The arm that was above you moved, and paranoid as usual, you jumped, dropping your keys into your lap. Steve reached for them before you could, and your eyes widened, heart dropping to your stomach as his hand slid between your thighs. He was quick in grabbing them, hand grazing along the inside of your thigh just before placing them in your trembling hand.

He wrapped his own hand around yours as he did so, and you looked at him with glassy eyes, somewhat in disbelief of what had just happened. What was currently happening. His blue eyes sparkled as they bore into your frightened ones, and he leaned in.

“I’m glad you’re being smart about this. Believe me, I wish I could do more. I’d love nothing more than to protect you properly…”

His voice was scarily calm, and you attempted to pull your hand out of his grip, but he tightened his hold, the corner of his lips quirking upwards.

“…but the way…circumstances are right now, I can’t. But I am here if you decide to give it any more thought.”

You frowned, lips trembling when he finally let you go. You hugged your hand to your chest as he stepped back, refusing to look at him now.

“Drive safe,” he said, just before closing your door for you.

You immediately locked it, breath shaky and body trembling. You blinked back the tears that had started to collect, and it took you a whole 20 minutes to finally get your bearings and start your car. If you had doubts about Steve’s behavior before, they were long gone now.

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